Regret Came Too Late

"Ethan, it's me, Grace. Please don't treat me like this."

The moment her voice trailed off, she fell silent. She saw Ethan slowly rise to his feet, and her pupils dilated in disbelief. Had Ethan's legs healed? In a panic, she crawled toward him, rubbing herself against his feet.

It was such a pathetic display.

"Ethan, let me serve you-please."

In the dark, she radiated her charm, hoping to catch his attention.

But instead, all she heard was the sound of a gun being cocked, followed by a sharp pain shooting through her leg. She couldn't hold in her scream, and before long, the pain struck her other leg as well.

Ethan moved closer, crouching beside her. His voice was cold, almost casual. "Call Grace here."

Alice froze. She couldn't say a word, especially not with the gun pressed against her forehead.

His voice even held a hint of amusement. "You have a way, don't you? Call her here."

Fear filled Alice's eyes. She had never been afraid of death, but now, she was trembling all over. All she wanted was to survive. She would do anything to stay alive.

nodded, tears

Grace even at a moment like this? Damn that Grace. She was nothing

out her phone, afraid that another second's delay would

was both dangerous

her mind, she quickly dialed Carmen's

and call Grace. Tell her she has to come. Tell her Ethan needs

her, squatting by her side like she was just a stray dog. Maybe she was even less than that. In his eyes,

to plead

you feel so much better. And Grace is tainted.

the words left her lips, a

All she could,

feel

was terror as she

scrambled backward, her body

She was still

comprehend what had just

the distant, powerful figure who calculated his