Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 128

He threw himself down, kneeling at Andres’s shoes. “Please, Mr. White. For old times’ sake—spare me.”

Andres studied him. “Lincoln’s cousin, huh? If we’re doing family math, you should be calling me ‘Uncle.’”

Colton’s face went tight with panic and flattery all at once. “I—I wouldn’t dare claim that kind of connection.”

The gap between them was a canyon. In front of Andres White, Colton wasn’t even fit to carry his coat.

Andres’s voice stayed mild. “How’s the discipline room treating you?”

Terror filled Colton’s eyes. The methods here were endless—designed not to kill you, just to make you wish they would.

“Unforgettable,” he rasped. “Truly.”

He’d never imagined the pampered, untouchable boy from years ago would grow into this man.

Andres tilted his head. “Want more?”

Colton shook his head so hard it looked like his neck might snap. “Please—mercy, Mr. White.”

Another round and he wouldn’t leave this place alive.

Andres sat in the chair Murray dragged over, crossing one leg over the other. He looked down at the man kneeling in front of him.

“I hate the smell of blood,” Andres said, conversational as if they were discussing the weather. “Metal and rot. Makes me sick. And those cold tools—used on my own family, no less.” He sighed. “Honestly, watching you suffer… it doesn’t feel good.”

He held out his hand.

Murray immediately placed the blood-stained whip into it.

Andres took it, then used the handle to lift Colton’s chin.

“I remember childhood,” he said softly. “Tell me who got Lincoln onto that yacht, and you walk out of here intact.”

Colton trembled violently. “I—I don’t know. I swear I don’t.”

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