Charles carried Amelia into the room, took off her clothes, and violated her while she shifted in and out of consciousness.

Amelia was aware of her surroundings, but she was too weak to open her eyes or fight back.

Her situation only made things worse.

She would rather be unconscious or dead.

With her thoughts filling her mind, Amelia cried and let out a grunt of despair while struggling to break free from Steven's arms.

"Don't touch me! Don't!"

"Look at me, Amelia. Look at me. Who am I?" Steven held her with all his might as tears filled his eyes.

He felt as though his chest was cut open and his heart was pulled out. He clenched his fists, digging his nails into his palms.

The familiar voice in her ear lit her dead eyes with a tiny sparkle.

Steven. Though reluctant to face

throat closed up. Unable to speak, he

Amelia stared at his bloodied left eye in shock. Her safety was the last thing on his mind because his

did not deserve this. What had they ever done

with rage for

try to marry Amelia off to Christopher, Charles would not try to get handsy

Charles paid no

clearly to befriend the Thompsons so that he could claim the authority of the Iverson Group with their

away now, Amelia. I'll

stained with blood, rolled down his cheek. The only thing

her in his arms, but Amelia put up a

"Let's break up, Steve."

Amelia's pale face in a daze. "Amelia, don't say that. I will never break up with

break up.

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