Chapter Sixty-five

As the moon hung low in the darkened sky, casting an eerie glow over the desolate streets, Damien’s heart pounded with a mixture of fear and determination. He had just raided Alfred’s house, discovering the horrifying truth of Brenda’s captivity in the basement. Rage consumed him as he witnessed the battered state of his beloved wife, her spirit seemingly crushed by days of torment and imprisonment.

Swearing an oath to avenge Brenda’s suffering, Damien’s eyes burned with an intense fury. He ordered his loyal men to secure Brenda, ensuring her safety before they embarked on the pursuit of Alfred, who was now fleeing in a desperate attempt to escape the retribution that awaited him.

Leaning close to Brenda’s trembling form, Damien whispered words of reassurance, his voice laced with a fierce determination. “Don’t worry, my love,” he said, gently wiping away her tears. “You’re safe now. I won’t let him hurt you ever again. Stay strong for me.”

Brenda weakly nodded, her eyes filled with a