His response sent a surge of anger coursing through Xanthin's veins, and despite their shared bloodline as brothers, they had never truly acted like one.

"Bye, I will come back to torture you and tell you how it went," Solvandor taunted, his smirk widening with cruel satisfaction. "Do not miss me too much. See you later."

Xanthin's teeth ground together as he fought to hold back tears. His body trembled, and he finally broke down, unable to bear the weight of his emotions. He felt helpless, unable to save Loren from marrying a monster like Solvandor, a man who treated women as disposable as his clothes.

"What should I do?"...