She is the Queen

Chapter 27

𝙰𝚕𝚎𝚔𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚛'𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅

The attempt to extract information from Laila proved fruitless. For six gruesome hours, I was subjected to the raw spectacle of her resilience to an onslaught of relentless abuse and torture by my associates. Not a single scream escaped her lips during the harrowing six-hour ordeal. It was unprecedented - no man, in my experience, had ever withstood such a degree of brutality.

There was something about Laila that set her apart. She certainly wasn't physically powerful, but her mental fortitude shattered all expectations. Even when her hand was savagely fractured, she remained steadfast and dignified, her body quaking subtly as she fought to contain her anguish within the confines of her youthful frame.

Securing her cooperation would have made things much smoother if only she hadn't been so obstinate. When the torments had finally eroded her consciousness and she collapsed, I entered the room, directing the others out. I hadn't wished for a scenario this harsh, but crossing paths with Andrea always came with a hefty price.

Regrettably, I had deceived her about my brother, but it was all part of my grand strategy to extract vital information from her to bring down Andrea. Her apology to me felt genuine, making me question if I had mistaken her sincerity as a false facade. But she was just a human beneath the psychological warfare, a young girl bearing the harsh realities of the world.

Her once smooth olive skin was marred with gruesome scars, bruises, and traces of dried blood. 

Her beautiful lips were bruised and swollen, her left hand broken, and her right thigh was still bleeding. There was a limit to the amount of torment any human could withstand, and Laila had surpassed these thresholds and more.

I unbuckled her restraints and lifted her frail body, staggered by the weight of her resilience and courage at just seventeen. At such a tender age, she was sustaining not only physical torment but an immense psychological burden as well. How could a girl, barely past her formative years, bear the mantle of running the mafia operations in the U.S? She was, indeed, extraordinary.

I transported her to my quarters, gently placing her on the bed. Even in her damaged state, she radiated a captivating blend of beauty, strength, and vulnerability. Calling for immediate medical assistance, I couldn't help but marvel at her grit and endurance - a potent combination that came as no surprise for Andrea to fall for her.