Chapter 165. The Final Product

Her doe-like eyes, innocent and fearful, full of anticipation, were staring at him as if he was about to announce the verdict of her life. He wanted her. So much. All of her. Yet he still couldn't understand why he was marrying her. She didn't fit the frame of his ideal, but whenever she was around, he felt he had all the happiness, all the contentment in this world. Just like now. He just wanted to stare at her and keep staring until his eyes grew tired. For hours. Long, long hours. Rather, his eyes could never tire of her.

During the time he had kept her in the cell, he had a camera installed, and through that CCTV, he would keep on staring at her. He was aware of her every move, every breath, and every blink. Every night he would drink himself to sleep because living without feeling her, touching her, or hearing her voice was testing his sanity. His mind was slipping out of his control. But he needed to carve it in her brain, deeply carve it in her mind, that she was owned