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.

Evelyn as his strong, defined hands moved to unbutton his coat. He shrugged it

the shelf where 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 needs a wake-up

since she found out what happened in the basement. The memory of that sight made her wish

hold back," Rosa urged, worried Evelyn's feelings for Charles

Evelyn nodded slightly, firmly

moment he coldly brushed off her pleas, dismissed her pain with a sneer, and pushed her

high. It sliced through the air and landed on Charles' back with a sharp crack. Evelyn poured every ounce of strength into

they were responsible for Charlie's death. Memories of the past paraded before Evelyn, fueling her rage and making her strikes even more relentless. "Crack!" Another whip, another blow landed, each one harder than the last. There was no hesitation, no mercy-the depth

after whip, Evelyn's eyes