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Chapter 233

Chapter 231 Burning the Past
“Can we eat now? I’m starving-
Sierra didn’t believe Johnathan’s excuse.
Herguttold her whatever was inthatnotebook had something to do with her.
Johnathan,what’sin there?”
Johnathan pressed his lips togetherandstayed silent.
Sierra reached for the notebook, but he dodged herhand.
“Give it to me.
She was getting angry now.
But Johnathan stillwouldn’tlet go, and the tension between them thickened.
Johnathan was trying to keep his composure, hoping she would giveup.
But Sierra wasn’t backing down.
Johnathan, give it to me!
Her voice was calm, but this time, Johnathan’s face darkened,
Mateo, sensing things were about to escalate, quickly stepped in
“Ma’am, it’s really nothing special—”
He couldn’t even finish his sentence.
Sierra’scoldstareshuthim up immediately.
Johnathan,Ihave a righttoknow what concerns me.
She methiseyes, unyielding.
Johnathan held her gaze for a long moment before finallyhandingher the notebook.
Sierra flipped it open
The firsttwopagesmeantnothingto her.
Butthemomentshe reached the maincontent, her pupils contracted.
Then, she forced herself to stay calm.
It was an observation journal.
And she was the subject
ine had documented everything that happened to her in prison over the past three years–written in a detached, clinical
She had barely read a page when Johnathan suddenly covered her eyes.
“That’s enough”
He pulled the notebook from her handsandwrappedhisarmsaroundher
“I just didn’t want you to relive those dungs. Let me deal with it, okay?”
Chapter 231 Burning the Past
She simply let him hold her.
Mateo and Dickson exchanged a look before quietly slipping away to Dickson’s room, leaving them alone.
After a long silence, Sierra finally spoke.
“I’m not as fragile as you think.
She exhaled slowly.
He sent this to deepen my trauma. And to piss you off. I won’t fall for it. I’m fine
Johnathan didn’t say anything.
He didn’t tell herhowdeeply she stillfearedShane.
Instead, he gently rubbed her back, trying to pass his warmth to her.
Even with the heat running. Sierra’s body was ice cold.
Even now, she insisted she wasn’t afraid.
Always forcing herself to be strong.
Johnathan’s rage burned hotter and hotter.
He knew it wasn’t her fault.
But he couldn’t stop the anger boiling inside him.
Finished
The thought of Sierra being treated like some experiment, documented like an object–he wanted nothing more than to burn that prison to the ground.
Shane had succeeded.
That bastard knew exactly how to hit where it hurt.
He had completely enraged Johnathan.
Dinner was tasteless that night.
Johnathan held Sierra in his arms, coaxing her to sleep.
But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t.
Every time she closed her eyes, those memories camerushingback
Eventually, Johnathanmurmured. “Ifyoucan’tsleep… let’s do something else
Then he flipped heroverbeneathhim.
Usually, Sierra would give inquickly
Buttonight, she was different.
Shewas relentless, almost desperate using pain to push back the fear in her heart.
She kept unging him to goharder, as if she needed todrownherself in sensation just to keep from falling apart
The more shefought, the strongerJohnathan’srage burned.
Hu lips pressed into athinline, andhepouredallhis fury into her.
Bydawn, Sierra had finallyfallenasleep.
Chapter 231 Burning the Past
Johnathan kissed her forehead, then reached for the notebook hidden in the drawer.
This was the part of her life he hadn’t been there for
The three years he hadn’t been able to uncover.
rlier, he had told her he would destroy it.
She hadn’t objected.
He knew she didn’t want him to read it.
After a long pause, he set the notebook down.
Then, he quietly got out of bed and left the room.
What he didn’t realize was that as soon as he left, Sierra opened her eyes.
She watched his silhouette disappear through the doorway.
After a moment’s hesitation, she slipped out of bed and followed.
From the hallway,she saw Johnathan enter the kitchen
He turned on theexhaustfan.
Then, without hesitation, he set the notebook on fire.
Sierra’s heart clenched.
Her eyes stung-
She had truly not wanted Johnathan to readthatjournal.
It contained three years of humiliation
She had only skimmed one page, but she knew–Shane had recorded everylastdetail.
Those three years, she had lived worse than an animal.
She never wanted Johnathan to see that.
Whether he pitied her or was disgusted by her, she didn’twantto see either reaction in his eyes.
Shewatchedhimfromthe shadows.
Only when thelastpage had turned to ash did she silentlyreturnto bed.
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