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 off and handed it to Tony, who stood silently by his side. Now, just in a

a whip and handed it to Evelyn. "Eve, don't go easy on

in the basement. The memory of that sight made her wish she could knock some sense into Charles with

her eyes catching Charles'. "Eve, don't hold back," Rosa urged, worried Evelyn's feelings for Charles might stop her

Evelyn nodded slightly, firmly

black whip handle with her uninjured right hand. She moved slowly towards Charles, her mind replaying the moment he coldly brushed off her pleas, dismissed her pain with a sneer, and

the air and landed on Charles' back with a sharp

Dahlia and Sandy had left Evelyn powerless against them, even as 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 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 be paid with a few lashes. Evelyn, consumed by anger, wished she could whip him senselessly so he'd never

whip, Evelyn's

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