Chapter 8

Carefully, Damien gathered and stored away everything Tamara had left behind. On the way to the police station, he held her final letter and read it over and over, the tear-stained paper stabbing at his heart. Tamara must have been in a lot of pain for a long time. It was all his fault for believing Carol. Filled with regret, he slammed his fist against the car interior and swore he would make Carol pay. By the time he arrived at the police station, the kidnappers were covered in bruises from torture, with a yellowish puddle of dirty liquid beneath them. The lead kidnapper's legs were trembling, and his body was covered with deep whip marks as he begged for mercy. A deadly look clung in Damien's eyes. His merciless gaze swept over the kidnappers, the air of authority around him sending chills down their spines. "Are you willing to speak now?" "M-Mr. Rayleigh, please let us off. We'll tell you everything… P-Please stop hurting us." "Then tell me—who ordered you to abduct my Tamm