Ruthless

EPILOGUE

EDWARD'S POV

Two years later

My eyes were still fixed on Faith, never wavering, never tiring, though hours had passed. I couldn't take my eyes off her, not even for a second. Faith lay there, sprawled across the bed in peaceful oblivion, unaware of the hours I had spent watching her.

Her soft, rhythmic breathing filled the quiet room, her chest faintly rising and falling in a slow rhythm.

The previous night had been long... I had ravaged her, used her body until she had no choice but to surrender to exhaustion.

My hands had explored every inch of her skin and my mouth had tasted every part of her, yet I still wanted more. It was a hunger that never seemed to fade, no matter how many times I fed it.

The reason, here I was, wide awake and burning with desire when she slept so carelessly beside me.

Anger simmered beneath my skin, urging me to wake her. Tear her from sleep, and thrust myself inside her again. To punish her for sleeping so peacefully, while I lay there, tormented.

My hand clenched into a fist at the thought, but I held back, knowing she would have a long and tiring day ahead.

My eyes traced the familiar lines of hers, from her bare shoulders down to the sheets that barely covered her hips. It landed on the scar that marred her stomach.

Another flash of rage rose in my throat. The scar was a reminder of what we had lost—what had been stolen from us. Our children had gone before they ever had a chance to take their first breath. We hadn't only lost our baby, but Faith had lost her chance to be a mother forever.

I could still clearly hear Faith's sobs when Faith found out. She withdrew from me, resenting me as if I was some vile creature, saying I was no better than those monsters and how I had also destroyed her life in her broken voice.

Faith wasn't wrong. I am a monster. I've always been one, long before she came into my life. I was everything she said I was, and more.

Trafficking underage girls was just one of many sins I'd committed, and I didn't feel an ounce of remorse for it.

I could have forced her to stay and bend to my rule. Forced her to live as my wife, no matter what she thought of me or whether she liked it or not. However, I didn't . Not because of some guilt, but because I didn't want the headache that would come from her rebellion. I've always been a manipulative bastard, and I knew exactly what card to play.

Her Family...

But even that wasn't enough to fully win her over. Faith resisted me for weeks. And when Edwin and Elle came into the picture, it was as if the tension between us disappeared. Her focus shifted to them, and our problems began to seem less important.

As for the other Faith, she accepted that we weren't meant to be and stepped aside without a fight. Now she's the godmother to our children. If she had caused trouble, I would have dealt with her permanently, but she was smart enough to know her place.

Coming back to my Faith lied to her family. She told them she had lost her memories in an accident during a trip. She narrated this imaginary story about how we met while she was suffering from amnesia. How we fell in love, got married, and had children.

Then, miraculously, her memories returned, and she remembered everything. A perfect lie to cover the ugliness she has been through. I never knew she was good at making up stories.

My thoughts shifted to those brothers. I regret not ending their lives when I had the opportunity. But it's too late now. The good thing is that they're rotting in prison. I make sure they stay there, though. I'll never allow them to see the light of day again.