Regrets

Evan picked up the vase and threw it on the face of other men.

It hit on the spot and blood started to drip from the shallow wound. It was not enough to hurt the man seriously but it was enough to rage him.

"You bitch!" he scowled and glared at her when she picked up another vase but another man held her hands.

"You bitch, do you think we will just stand and let you hit us because you are a noble?" he scoffed and then held her by her hair.

She winced and tried to struggle but it was fruitless. 

"Now let's get this over with. She has started to irritate me." the man gritted his teeth when Elene grinned.

"Do not forget, you are not to do anything funny with her. She is still required." There was no remorse or guilt in her voice that shook Evan to her core.

Despite the pain, she struggled again and ran up the stairs to the nearest window. "If you do not stop here, I will jump." she threatened opening the window when the man laughed.

"You think we will believe that? Go on jump then?" That was the first floor. Though she would not die, she would break her limbs and injure herself.

"What if you break your hands or legs and live the rest of your life as handicapped. You must know that you will not die, right?" asked Elene, hiding her fears. Harold would go mad if something happened to her. He had only allowed her to scare Evangeline.

She had not told him that she had called two men to disrobe her. 

Evan hesitated. If she became handicapped, she would not be able to take her revenge from this couple. She would not be able to strike a deal with that demon. She will lose her one and only reason to live.

"I…"

"Get her, I am getting bored now." Elene glared at the man who gritted their teeth and ran to hold her when Evan took a step back. She had already lost her innocence to that beast. She was not going to relive that torment.

"Damien, come save me!" laughing at her absurd thought, she shook her head but resolve was strong. When they took another step closer it was the end. 

Closing her eyes, she jumped out of the window.

"Holy god! What have you done?" Elene snapped out of her daze and ran toward the window. "Why are you staring her, go and bring her back.'' She could not see her sister in the dark but she was sure Evangeline must be injured badly. Harold was going to be angry.

"We?"

"Who else? It is too dark, no one would notice you. I will make an excuse that she had fallen from the stairs for now." They both ran out with a panicked gaze. But instead of going to save the woman, they ran away from the estate. 

They have received half the amount as advance. They would manage with it but if the woman took their name, they would be doomed.

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In the dark room,

Evan opened her eyes and winced. Her face hurt, her hands hurt and so did her legs. Her whole body was on fire. She blinked a few times but the room was too dark to make out anything.

But it was not her room.

Has Elene sold her now? She did not remember having red canopies in any room of their palace.

She moved herself with some force when she heard footsteps and someone opened the door.

"Are you awake, my lady?" The voice was strong with a masculine charm that shuddered her. Elene had sold her to those scums.

Evan bit her tongue hard to attempt suicide. Rather than living this nightmare, she would die.

But someone else entered the room that instant and called her again.

"Evangeline, are you awake?" if she had heard this voice three days ago, she would not have even recognized the person. Even if she had, she would have run away from him. But now, she ran for him.

He had saved her, again! He had come for her. 

Damien blinked when the soft body collided with his strong one. The woman had been brought at dawn injured and hurt. He had called her a few times but she did not open her eyes. 

The physician said that her wounds were not enough to kill her. She was just shocked. He had never felt that disappointed in Ian though the man injured himself. He accepted that he had used himself as a cushion to save the women from hurting herself when she jumped from the window.

Damien had told himself that Ian could not have entered their palace and could only keep an eye from the outside. He had already worked fast enough to save her when she attempted suicide. But why in the world had she attempted one.

"Do you have any idea how worried i was when i was told you attempted suicide. Hmmm?" he ran a hand in her hair but did not attempt to hold her in his arms, "and the moment you woke up, you are driving me crazy again. But if you think a hug can save you from my anger, you are wrong." Was she wrong?

Evan took a step back and her watery eyes stared at the man with pain, anger, anguish, and fear. When he blinked, she noticed anger dancing in his calm eyes and laughed.

"I have always been wrong all my life, my lord. I do not mind being wrong again." her voice was cold, harsh and full of hatred, "did i anger you by hurting someone while saving me or you are angry because you are getting damaged goods after so much hard work?" 

"Evangeline!"

"Your grace, if you are having second thoughts about marrying me, please clear it at this moment. I do not want to rely on your pity. It is disgusting."