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Charles was barely conscious, his voice a weak whisper. “No… Evelyn didn’t… it was me…” He tried to explain, but his words were cut off by another lash of the whip.

Antonio leaned in close, his voice a low growl. “You will pay for every lie, every betrayal.” He signaled to his men, who brought in a table filled with various instruments of torture-knives, pliers, and branding irons. Antonio picked up a knife, the blade glinting in the dim light.

He ran the blade lightly across Charles’s cheek, drawing a thin line of blood. “I’m going to deal with you first,” he said, his voice cold. He plunged the knife into Charles’s thigh, twisting it slowly. Charles’s scream was raw and primal, filled with pain and fear.

Evelyn sobbed, pleading with Antonio. ” He’s telling the truth! I didn’t betray you!”

Reina’s smile widened, enjoying the scene. “Look at her, Antonio. She’s just trying to save herself. She’s always been a liar.”

Antonio ignored Evelyn’s pleas, focusing on Charles. “You will suffer for what you’ve done,” he said, pulling the knife out and making a deeper cut. Charles’s blood pooled on the floor, his cries growing weaker.

Evelyn’s heart was heavy as she watched Charles endure the brutal torture, she could already imagine what hers would look like . “Please Antonio, I’ll do anything”

Reina stepped closer, her voice dripping with malice. “Oh, Evelyn, you should have thought about that before betraying Antonio. Now you both will pay the price.”

Antonio finally stepped back, panting from the exertion. He wiped the blood from his hands and turned to Evelyn. “Your turn,” he said coldly, his eyes dark with intent.

Reina’s smirk widened, anticipating the horror to come. But just as Antonio was about to move towards Evelyn, Charles found a last reserve of strength. “Wait!” he gasped, his voice barely audible. “Evelyn… wasn’t part of the plan. She didn’t want to do it from the very beginning. I forced her… She… she did it for me…”Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

Antonio paused, his eyes narrowing. “What are you talking about?”

Charles coughed, blood staining his lips. “I forced her… I threatened her… She sent the note once… but stopped… She said it was over.”

Antonio’s eyes flickered with doubt, but Reina quickly interjected. “He’s lying, Antonio! He’s just trying to save her!”

“No… it’s true,” Charles continued, his voice a broken whisper. “Reina and I… we threatened her… tried to get more information… but she refused. She… never wanted to betray you. It was all our plan… to make you hate her… so she’d come back to me.”

Evelyn’s tears flowed freely as she listened to Charles’s confession. “It’s true, Antonio… I never wanted to hurt you. i ran away because I was scared. You felt betrayed and I knew you weren’t going to believe me because of the evidence. I didn’t want to die yet”

Charles’s head lolled to the side, his energy spent. “I never loved her… I just… wanted to use her. She was… beautiful… good in bed… nothing more. I’m so sorry Evelyn, I’m sorry for everything I’ve done to you, I hope you forgive me”

Evelyn’s sobs grew louder, the realization of Charles’s betrayal hitting her like a physical blow even though she had found out that he didn’t love her before now. Antonio’s eyes turned dark with fury. He turned to Reina, who was now pale with fear.

“You let me hurt my girlfriend!” he screamed, his voice echoing off the walls. He pulled out a gun and, without hesitation, shot Reina in both legs. She screamed, collapsing to the floor.

Antonio’s men rushed to restrain Reina as she writhed in pain. “You’re going to pay for your lies,” Antonio growled, standing over her. “You both will.”

As Reina screamed in agony, Antonio turned back to Evelyn, his expression softening slightly. “I’m sorry, Evelyn,” he said, his voice filled with regret. “I’ll make this right.”

Evelyn could only nod, her body shaking with sobs. The room was filled with the sounds of pain and sorrow, a twisted symphony of betrayal and retribution.

“I’m the one who should be saying sorry, I shouldn’t have agreed to his plan from the beginning, he wasn’t even worth it. Evelyn sobbed more and like that, Antonio turned to Charles, shot him all over his body and then turned to Reina and shot her the same way. The room was a bloody mess.

Antonio ordered his men to untie Evelyn, he wasn’t patient that he had to push them away and untie her himself. After that, he carried her in a bridal style, into one of the rooms to take care of her.

Evelyn’s P. O. V.

As Antonio placed me on the bed and left the room without saying a word, my mind wandered back to what had happened earlier. I could have just died. The adrenaline was still coursing through my veins, making my heart pound in my chest. The room felt both familiar and foreign, a sanctuary tainted by recent horrors. I closed my eyes, trying to calm my racing thoughts, but they spiraled out of control.

My reverie was interrupted when Antonio returned, this time with the maids in tow. They brought in trays of food, the aroma wafting through the air and momentarily distracting me from my anxiety. Though I couldn’t yet confirm if it tasted as good as it smelled, the dishes were covered and neatly arranged, each one a testament to the effort put into them. Antonio’s eyes never left me as he instructed the maids to leave, assuring them that he would take care of me himself. They bowed respectfully and exited, leaving us alone once more.

“I could have died, Tony,” I said, looking up at him with a dry smile.

“Forgive me, Cara mia, please forgive me,” Antonio said with a pleading look.

“It’s my fault, don’t say sorry. I will forget soon,” I said, looking at him.

“Eat your food, darling, I know you are tired,” Antonio said, looking surprised.

“No, I want to punish you first for almost killing me,” I said as I bit my lip. Antonio immediately understood what I meant.

“And I’d punish you later, for agreeing to your silly ex-boyfriend in the first place,” Antonio said with a smirk.

I stood up and took my clothes off, pushing Antonio onto the bed and taking off his clothes myself.

“You’ll regret this,” I whispered, straddling him. I could feel his growing arousal beneath me as I took control. My hands roamed his body, tracing the muscles that tensed under my touch.

“Evelyn,” he groaned, his voice thick with desire.

“Not yet,” I commanded, my fingers curling around his length. I stroked him slowly, teasingly, until he was gasping for breath. Then I lowered my mouth, taking him in deep. His hips bucked involuntarily, but I held him down, sucking him hard and fast.

“Please, Evelyn, stop,” he begged, his hands fisting in the sheets.

“Not until you learn your lesson,” I replied, my voice muffled as I continued to work him over. He was close, I could feel it, but I wasn’t ready to let him finish. I pulled back, leaving him on the edge.

“You’re cruel,” he panted, his eyes dark with lust.

“And you love it,” I retorted, positioning myself over him. I sank down onto him, taking him in completely. His hands gripped my waist, guiding my movements as I rode him mercilessly.

“God, Evelyn,” he groaned, his control slipping. I moved faster, harder, until he was begging me to stop, his voice hoarse with need.

“Not yet,” I whispered, leaning down to kiss him. “Not until I’m done.”

I continued to ride him, my pace unyielding. Each thrust brought me closer to the edge, and I could feel his desperate need beneath me. I dug my nails into his chest, savoring the way his muscles tensed under my touch.

“Evelyn, please,” he gasped, his hands gripping my hips so tightly it almost hurt.

“Beg me,” I demanded, slowing my movements to an agonizing pace.

“Please, Evelyn, let me come,” he pleaded, his voice strained.

“Not yet,” I replied, grinding my hips against him. The sensation was almost too much, and I could feel my own control slipping.

“God, you’re going to kill me,” he groaned, his head thrown back in ecstasy.

“Good,” I whispered, riding him harder. “Maybe then you’ll learn.”

When I finally allowed him to release, he shuddered beneath me, his pleasure echoing my own. We lay there, catching our breath, but I knew it wasn’t over.

My turn,” Antonio said, flipping us over. His lips found mine in a bruising kiss, his hands rough as they roamed my body. He trailed kisses down my neck, over my breasts, until he reached my core.

“Antonio, please,” I whimpered, but he didn’t stop. His tongue teased me mercilessly, driving me to the brink of madness. I writhed beneath him, my body desperate for release.