The Day Our Promise Breaks

Hearing the commotion from inside, the bodyguard peeked through a small door with his special glasses on. Once he confirmed Dahlia was out cold, he opened the door, walked in without a flicker of emotion, roused her, and left. And so, the cycle of torment for Dahlia

continued.

...

Back at the Jenkins family estate, Rosa wasted no time dragging both Charles and Evelyn straight to the family's chapel.

"Stand still," Rosa snapped at Charles with a voice as sharp as a whip itself.

moved to unbutton his coat. He shrugged it off and handed it to Tony, who stood silently by his side. Now, just in a crisp white shirt that highlighted his broad

the family kept their disciplinary tools. She picked up a whip and handed it to Evelyn. "Eve, don't go easy on him. This fool

happened in the basement. The memory of that sight

back," Rosa urged, worried Evelyn's feelings for Charles might stop her from

Evelyn nodded slightly, firmly

whip handle with her uninjured right hand. She moved slowly towards Charles, her mind replaying the moment he coldly brushed off her

Evelyn felt. She tightened he hold on the whip, raising it high. It sliced through the air and landed on Charles' back with a sharp crack.

another blow landed, each one harder than the last. There was no hesitation, no mercy-the depth of her hatred drove each stroke. This wasn't just about her suffering in the basement last night. It was for the times Charles repeatedly hurt Charlie. What Charles owed Evelyn and Charlie couldn't simply

whip,