Just when the penthouse drawing room was supposed to erupt into chaos, the situation took an unimaginable turn. Adrik held Soha tightly against his chest, waiting for Alexander's furious outburst—but when he looked down through the glass windows, his eyes widened in shock.
Down in the garage, Alexander and Adrik's father stood facing each other. Yet there were no weapons drawn, no bloodshed. Instead, Alexander burst into open laughter, resting a hand on Ivan's shoulder. They looked like old friends celebrating a successful deal after a long time.
Adrik (murmuring in disbelief):
"What is this? Alexander is laughing? His daughter is fighting for her life up here, and he's… laughing with my father?"
The elevator doors opened, and Alexander and Ivan walked into the drawing room. One look at Alexander was enough to tell—this man hadn't come to rescue his abducted daughter. He wore an expensive suit, a cigar between his fingers.
Alexander (laughing, to Ivan):
"You were right, Ivan. Your son has turned into a wild beast. But I must admit— the way he has 'trained' my daughter will bring enormous profit to my business."
Adrik gently placed Soha back on the bed and rushed into the drawing room, disbelief written all over his face.
Adrik:
"Alexander! Why are you laughing? Do you even know what condition your daughter is in?"
Alexander (coldly):
"I know, Adrik. I know everything. Handing Soha over to you was part of a joint deal. She was far too stubborn—impossible to control. So I asked your father to let you 'discipline' her. And now I hear she's become very obedient—and is even handing over your business codes. Well done, my boy."
At that moment, Soha staggered out of the bedroom. Alexander's words pierced her ears like fire. The father she had endured hell to save—the man for whom she had signed a monstrous contract with Adrik—had offered her up as a gift.
Soha (in a broken voice):
"Father…? You… you sold me?"
Alexander looked at her with a mocking smile. Shaking hands with Ivan, he said,
"There's no place for emotions in business, my dear. Adrik disciplined you, and in return Ivan gave me control over the Russian mines. From now on, you belong to Adrik. I no longer need you."
Adrik watched as the last spark of life vanished from Soha's eyes. In that moment, he realized—he wasn't the only monster. This entire world was hell.
After hearing that truth, the ground slipped from beneath Soha's feet. She had endured three months of Adrik's brutality to save her father—only to discover she had been used like a chess piece.
Alexander and Ivan's laughter echoed in her ears like a horrifying scream. She glanced at Adrik once—then, without a word, without protest, she slowly walked back into the dark bedroom. Her movements were those of a living corpse.
She collapsed onto the bed. Her tears had dried up. Her mind shut itself away. Closing her eyes forever felt easier than witnessing the ugliness of the world.
Soha (whispering):
"No one is mine… this world belongs only to beasts."
She slipped into a deep sleep—but this was different. It was a state of psychological shutdown. Her heartbeat slowed, her body grew cold. She locked the doors of her mind so neither Adrik nor Alexander could ever reach her again.
Outside, Adrik stood frozen. When she didn't return, he rushed inside.
Soha lay motionless.
He shook her. Called her name. Splashed water on her face.
Nothing.
Adrik (terrified):
"Soha! Wake up! Curse me, hit me—but don't sleep like this!"
He realized then—he had conquered her body, but lost her soul forever.
Chapter 99: Four Months as a Living Stone
Four months passed. The luxurious penthouse became a living grave.
Soha returned—but she was no longer Soha.
She woke up, got ready, went to university, returned, and stared out the window for hours. No words. No emotions. Adrik tried everything—touch, threats, the red belt, the pink handcuffs.
Nothing.
Her silence drove him mad.
Soha's routine:
Silence – She no longer screamed or cried.
University & Exams – She attended classes, aced exams like a machine. Professors were stunned by her brilliance but afraid of her dead eyes.
Invisible Wall – At night, when Adrik held her, she lay still like stone.
Adrik changed too.
Not with her—but with the world.
At night, he sat near her feet, whispering apologies.
Adrik:
"Say something, Soha. Curse me. I'll kill your father and mine—just look at me once."
Soha had fallen into severe trauma—selective mutism. She locked herself inside her mind. She no longer knew why she lived.
Chapter 100: Three Years of Silent Hell
Three years passed.
Soha was now 24. Adrik, 36—a mature yet terrifying don.
Soha was no longer weak. Her long hair, icy eyes, and stone-hard jaw made even Adrik's guards tremble.
She became the silent accountant and diplomat of Adrik's mafia empire. Without speaking, one pen stroke could destroy billion-dollar deals.
That night—
On the balcony, Adrik smoked. Soha stood behind him in a black silk gown, wearing the diamond choker he had put on her three years ago.
Adrik:
"Three years, Soha. You sleep in my bed but you're not mine. It's your birthday today. Won't the stone melt even a little?"
No answer.
He pulled her close.
Adrik:
"I took half of Alexander's empire. He's now a beggar in Seoul. I didn't kill him—because I know one day, you'll want to do it yourself."
Soha stirred. A single tear slid down her face.
Adrik placed a loaded revolver in her hand.
Adrik:
"Tomorrow we go to Alexander. Are you ready, my silent tigress?"
For the first time in three years, a cold smile touched Soha's lips.
Lightning-fast, Soha turned the gun—not at Alexander—but at Adrik's forehead.
She laughed.
A broken, hollow, terrifying laugh.
Adrik didn't move.
Adrik (calmly):
"Will one bullet end three years of hatred?"
She lowered the gun to his chest—then touched his cheek.
She wasn't going to kill Alexander.
She wanted him to see what his 'gift' had become.
Adrik understood.
Adrik:
"We both tried to destroy you. Instead, we created a tigress."
Soha typed on her phone:
"My father's name is not Alexander. He buried my real father in Russian ice twenty years ago. He handed me to you to hide his sins."
Adrik's cigar fell from his hand.
Soha smiled—a slow, psychotic smile.
She pressed the revolver lightly against his abs, as if asking:
"Now tell me, Adrik… who is whose prey?"
Adrik stood frozen.
For the first time, the mafia don realized—the woman before him was a living time bomb, ready to explode.