Don’s Frenzy of Regret After Her Death

Alexander was completely enraged by my escape.

He dragged me back to the room like a prisoner, produced a pair of cold handcuffs, and locked my wrists to the headboard.

"Since you have so much energy to run, let's put it to better use."

He tore my clothes apart. There was no tenderness, only the plunder of a beast.

"Alexander! You bastard! Get off me!" I screamed and kicked, trying to push him away. "You have Elena! Why won't you let me go?"

He pinned me down with one hand, his heavy body rendering me immobile.

"Let you go?" He scoffed. His fingers maliciously explored my most sensitive spots, sending waves of shameful shudders through me. "Ivy, look at yourself. Your body is honest... You are soaking wet."

"Shut up! Stop talking!" I was dying of humiliation, tears streaming down my face.

"You will stay by my side for the rest of your life. Don't even think about leaving." Alexander bit my ear, his voice low and dangerous, like a sentence from hell. "You are mine, Ivy. Even if you die, you die in my bed."

"You are mine, Ivy. Even if you die, you die in my bed." He was ready to take me.

I squeezed my eyes shut, tears of humiliation and despair sliding down my temples, wetting the pillow.

I stopped struggling, lying there like a broken doll, waiting for the execution.

But the pain I expected never came.

A drop of hot liquid landed on my cheek. It wasn't mine.

I opened my eyes in shock. Alexander had stopped. He was hovering over me.

That pair of blue eyes, usually so cold and ruthless, was now filled with a shattering pain and self-loathing as he looked at my tear-streaked face.

He saw the fear in my eyes. The fear of him. "Dammit!" He roared and slammed his fist hard against the headboard.

Wood chips flew, scratching his cheek, but he didn't seem to feel it.

He rolled off me as if he had been burned, stumbling back to stand by the bed.

He walked to the door, pausing with his hand on the handle, his back stiff and lonely.

"Don't try to run again, Ivy. You know I can't let you go. But..." He took a deep breath, closing his eyes in defeat,

"I don't want to hurt you. Don't force me." He slammed the door shut.

A single tear rolled down my cheek, and I sat there quietly until midnight.

I heard two maids whispering outside the door.

"Looks like we're getting a new Donna . That Elena sure has means."

"Yeah, Miss Ivy is so pitiful... I heard her father didn't run away at all."

"Shh! Keep it down! I heard the bodyguard Jack say it when he was drunk. The Don actually locked Miss Ivy's father in the dungeon."

"Oh my God, that dungeon is hell on earth. No one comes out alive! Why would he do that?"

"I heard that six months ago, when the Don was drugged and almost died, the person who sold him out was Miss Ivy's father... He sold the Don to a rival family for profit."

That sentence exploded in my mind like thunder, instantly chasing away my sleepiness.

Impossible!

That was absolutely impossible!

How could Papa sell out Alexander?

Six months ago, on the day Alexander was attacked, Papa was with me the entire night celebrating my birthday. He never left my sight! He didn't have the time to commit the crime!

This must be another lie Alexander invented to torture me, or he was deceived!

But thinking of Alexander's ruthless methods and the rumors of the torture devices in the dungeon, fear gripped my heart.

If Papa really was in the dungeon... If Papa was being tortured...

I had to save him.