Chapter 12

As he brushed her hair aside with one hand, the marks he left the night before were exposed, marks she had tried to conceal. Rupert's fingertips gently traced over the marks, his voice cold and foreboding, "You can't just walk away after provoking me." He pressed a bit harder, his fingers slowly sliding down her neck.

And then, along her spine, inch by inch.

Sylvia bit her lip in humiliation, memories of the torment Rupert subjected her to in bed over the past eight years flooding back.

He was a businessman, a master of his own interests. He didn't love her, but that didn't stop him from controlling her, possessing her, like a personal possession. Not letting go, even without love.

At the thought of this, Sylvia's body shuddered uncontrollably, just like in her past life.

Rupert paused, his eyes swirling with dark currents, his interest fading instantly as he directly pushed her away.

Sylvia curled up, fighting back her fear.

Rupert rolled down the car window and lit a cigarette, taking his time smoking it. The blood-red ring on his finger glowed ominously in the night.

the street lights, his gaze

smell of tobacco filled the car as Sylvia gradually settled herself down. She clutched her clothes and sat up.

smoke, glancing at her

cigarette-holding hand caressed Sylvia's cheek, fingers sliding from her forehead

soothing, now felt like a serpent's tongue licking her skin, making her breath catch. Rupert looked

they were filled with love, tears rolling down from her freckle, a

she

matter. He was

look up at him, his fingers caressing her dry lips, the nearly finished

should have known when you drugged me, we're

wouldn't change Rupert's mind. Instead, it

the wheels of fate turning once again.

...

Half an hour later.

car stopped outside

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