"Hahaha....." A monstrous laugh echoed in a big, old, and shabby yet stylishly furnished room where Isabella was lying unconscious on a large wooden bed with her hands and legs tied.

"You were a relentless thorn in my meticulously crafted plan," the man snarled with a manic edge, clutching Isabella's cheeks with brutal force. "I have waited for this moment for ages. How dare you ruin everything?" His eyes blazed with fury as he glared at her unconscious form, then he shoved her away with a violent jerk.

He strode to the mirror and jabbed a finger at his own reflection. "You did nothing wrong, Jack." Turning around, he spread...