~ Mena's POV ~The rage I saw in Sebastian’s eyes was something else… something dark, untamed, and terrifying. It sent a chill down my spine, but I quickly masked it with a scoff. What was all the fuss about?She’s just a maid. A damn maid.Yet somehow, she has him wrapped around her little, trembling fingers like some pitiful damsel in distress. I don’t get it. What’s so special about her? Her tears? Her innocence? Please. That girl reeks of manipulation. She knows exactly what she’s doing.And still, the house was in chaos. Sebastian throwing punches like a madman, the police arriving in a whirlwind, and all because of her. Because some other lowlife from her pathetic class wanted a taste of her.That’s all it was. Just one of her kind trying to do what they all do…feed on scraps, take what's not theirs. Maybe he got tired of waiting for her to open her legs willingly and decided to help himself. What’s the big deal?And now she plays the victim. Of course she does. Now that she has
~ Sebastian's POV ~I drove back to the hospital, my heart more shattered than ever.The engine roared beneath me as the wheels spun over the road, but my mind wasn’t in the car. It was with her. With Helen. Her name echoed in my skull with every beat of my heart. The memory of her lying there, pale, broken… poisoned—was tearing me apart from the inside out.I needed to see her awake.I needed to see those eyes again….the beauty in them that made everything else disappear. The way they held me without touching, the way they softened the rage in my chest, the way they looked at me like I was more than this cruel world made me out to be.I spotted my parents as I approached the emergency room. They were seated side by side on those uncomfortable hospital chairs….rigid, cold, and colorless. But what gutted me was the look on their faces.Their expressions... It was like a mirror of my soul…drained, shaken, broken.My heart clenched harder.I quickened my pace, ignoring the pounding in my
~ Sebastian's POV ~I speed through the streets like a man possessed, the engine roaring beneath me, a thunderous echo of the rage boiling in my chest.My knuckles turn white around the steering wheel.My jaw clenches so tight it aches.The fury clawing inside me is merciless……unrelenting.He didn’t just violate a woman.He touched my Helen.And for that… daylight will become a memory to his skin. A craving he’ll never satisfy again.As I approach the estate gates, my headlights slice through the night. The guards see me. They recognize the storm barreling toward them and open the gate without hesitation.I don’t slow down.I drive in at a deadly speed, tires screeching on the asphalt, howling like a beast let loose.The air tastes of vengeance.Of blood about to be spilled.I slam the brakes and the car jerks to a halt. The sound of tires burning against tar splits through the stillness like a scream.I don’t even turn off the engine.I kick the door open and storm out.My body moves
~ Sebastian's POV ~“Sir, she’s bleeding!” Zara’s voice shatters through the chaos like a blade.Everything freezes for a second.My attention snaps from that damn fool Mali to the sight that steals the breath from my lungs.Helen.Lying motionless on the floor.Blood streams from her nose, thick, dark, relentless. The crimson stains the floor beneath her like a curse. My heart doesn’t just drop….it disintegrates.Damnit!I rushed beside her in an instant, falling to my knees, my hands shaking uncontrollably as I gather her into my arms. Her skin brushes against mine and I recoil…..it’s cold. So cold. Far too cold.My entire chest caves in.“Helen…” I whisper, my voice barely holding together. My panic spikes when she doesn’t respond, doesn’t flinch, doesn’t even breathe deep enough to move her chest.I lift her into my arms, holding her close, as if my warmth can somehow seep into her and pull her back.The hallway stretches before me like a battlefield, and I charge through it with
~ Helen's POV ~My vision blurred slowly, my heart pounding with rage, like I had participated in a marathon.I laid helplessly on the floor, my body failing me, too weak to flinch, too shattered to scream.Fist sounds filled the air sickening, repetitive, brutal. Each impact echoed like thunder. The cracks, the smacks, the dull thuds. Mali groaned with every hit, a sound so raw it made my skin crawl. It was relentless, merciless.“How dare you?” a familiar voice roared, the anger in it so fierce it tore through the room like lightning.Sebastian.The sound of his fury gave me a flicker of something….hope? Comfort? I didn’t know. I couldn’t see anymore. My vision had betrayed me, slipping into shadow. All I had left was my hearing.“Helen!” another voice screamed, desperate and trembling.The voice sounded familiar, but my brain couldn’t place it. Everything was spinning. Names, faces, time, it all blurred.My stomach twisted continuously, like all the food in it was being dragged out
~ Helen's POV ~Evening arrived faster than I could count.The sky had dimmed to a rich shade of greyish blue, the kind that blanketed everything in a soft, deceptive calm. The cool breeze swept past gently, rustling the leaves and making the cottage's flowers sway as if dancing to some tragic melody. The air was peaceful… too peaceful for what was coming.Lisa had already finished with dinner. I couldn’t assist her like I normally did. After lunch, a sharp, unrelenting pain had taken over my stomach, twisting and wrenching through my insides. It knocked the air out of my lungs and had me bent in half, clutching myself helplessly.Maybe it was the curry. That flavor was unfamiliar spicy, strange, and too heavy. That had to be it. That had to be what upset my stomach.Mrs. Hartley didn't even need much of an explanation. The moment she saw the pale wash on my face, she knew. Without question, she dismissed me for the day. I muttered a word of thanks before practically crawling off to m