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

picked up his phone and called his mother again, shouting into the phone directly when she answered. "Give Rachel back to me! Do you

is the first time I've ever met someone I loved. I can't live without her, Mom. I'm begging you, give Rachel back to me,

Do you want

do you want me to

do anything apart from leaving Rachel and marrying Yvette, okay? I'm

else you want. All

more he spoke, the more upset he was that

couldn't take it anymore; he was going

his mother was unaffected

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."

if

phone weakly before leaning against

kept hearing

The wedding was tomorrow.

at the top of his lungs, wanting to vent out everything

his family over and over again in his mind, yet he still

It was truly suffocating.

eyes closing, he knelt

whoever that hears me out

he pleaded. "Look at Rachel! Get

I am really going to go mad.

his forehead to the floor repeatedly in a

pain was nothing compared to the pain

began to bleed. He straightened and sat on the couch, resuming his indulgence in alcohol

It's all a lie!

still haven't

himself

drank

and laughed bitterly.