Chapter 107

Chapter 107:

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She offered a wry smile. “You learn from experience. When I was younger, I didn’t know how to handle my wounds. Every time I yanked my clothes away, the cuts tore open again, and I had to endure the pain all over.”

A shadow crossed Andrew’s face. “Have you thought about how you’ll make Richard pay?”

Cathryn froze mid-motion. The plan had lived in her head a thousand times. Once she rebuilt herself, she would repay each lash and strip the Moores of everything. But her hatred went beyond the whip. It was about their audacity in claiming her mother’s life.

Andrew pushed himself up, eyes fixed on her. “The whip is in my hands now. I could have someone give Richard a taste of it.”

She shook her head slowly. “That’s far too easy for him. I want his reputation destroyed and his spirit broken. I want him tormented until he drives himself mad.”