Revenge of the Hideous Lady by Moonlight

Rachel Wood never liked it when Sebastian Brenand drank when she was around.

He nearly quit drinking for Rachel's sake even though he enjoyed it.

He rarely touched alcohol if he could help it unless he was hanging out with friends.

Lately, however, he had been drinking nearly every day. Without the numbing effect of alcohol, he probably might have died from the pain in his heart.

For this very reason, Sebastian seemed to have gotten addicted to alcohol. He'd have panic attacks and feel out of breath whenever he stopped like nothing felt right.

Opening another bottle of red wine, he began drinking from the bottle. He used to drink red wine for the sake of enjoyment in the past, but now he thought of it as a way of venting out.

It didn't matter if the wine tasted fine or whether it aged well. All he cared about was to get drunk and forget for a while.

After finishing another bottle of wine, Sebastian tossed the bottle to the ground, breaking it into pieces.

However, he still wasn't drunk, his mind alert. He couldn't stop replaying the moments he shared with Rachel, wondering where she was and whether she was suffering. While thinking, he had another mental breakdown.

He leaned helplessly against the couch as he looked up at the luxurious ceiling and laughed bitterly.

Then, he began to cry, tears blurring his vision.

He genuinely believed that he would kill his parents if Rachel wasn't at their mercy, and he could afford to be reckless.

They went too far.

How could they do this to Rachel?

Where did they take her?

Why couldn't he and Stanley Batton find her despite doing everything they could with their vast resources and connections?

How did she disappear without a trace?

Although Sebastian was devastated, knowing that his family had kidnapped Rachel, he could only tell the police that she had run away from home.

needed to

answered. "Give Rachel back to me! Do you hear

to his knees with tears streaming down his face. "This is the first time I've ever met

her? Do you want to

want me to do? Can

from leaving Rachel and marrying

do anything else you want. All right?

upset he was that he couldn't

couldn't take it anymore;

his mother was unaffected

you want Rachel back, you'll do as I say, and marry Yvette tomorrow. Get ready. Go to bed earlier. If you show up late, I'll make sure you never see Rachel again." With that, his mother hung up

as if he was

before leaning against the

hearing buzzing

The wedding was tomorrow.

he shouted at the top of his lungs,

in his mind, yet he still couldn't

It was truly suffocating.

closing, he knelt

whoever that hears

he pleaded. "Look at Rachel! Get my parents

to go mad. I'm begging you. Please be kind. Please be

floor repeatedly in a bow. It hurt, but he

was nothing compared to the pain

finally stopped when his forehead began to bleed. He straightened and sat

It's all

you still haven't

himself as

drank

and laughed bitterly.