Chapter 127
Sean leaned forward to kiss Elara again, licking his bottom lip as his eyes showed the malice in his intentions, but before he could even come an inch closer to her, the sound of a gun going off echoed around them, and he froze.
The sound of hurried footsteps followed.
“Help!” A scream echoed, but that scream didn’t belong to Elara, who was the victim on the ground, but from someone from downstairs before he was shunned.
“What is it? Go check!” Sean said to the leader before taking a deep breath, proceeding with his evil intentions.
Elara, who was about to tilt her face to the side to avoid his lips, looked behind him, and tears rolled down from the corner of her eyes.
Sean observed the change of emotions in her eyes and turned around to see what it was, and as soon as he did, he was hit by something sharp, strong enough to make him black out immediately.
His team rushed and quickly held the other perpetrators hostage at gunpoint.
“I am sorry for taking so much time,” Daniel said, his eyes almost appearing pitch black due to how dark they were, full of fury.
The more he looked at Elara’s condition, the angrier he felt.
He knelt before her before pulling her into a tight embrace. The stench of blood wafted through his nostrils, and he closed his eyes when the girl wrapped her arms around his neck, shifting closer to her before she cried in his arms.
Her body shook with her sobs of relief. Though she trained in combat, she was still a girl, and something like this was more traumatic than death itself.
Daniel’s fist tightened behind Elara’s back, and he finally looked up at all the perpetrators who were sweating coldly, trembling just at his gaze.
“You all are dead meat,” Alen said, the first one to raise his fist and punch the man whom he had seen holding Miss Elara first.
“Take them to the underground basement of our Fuji detainment center. I’ll deal with them later. I got to take her to the hospital first,” Daniel said, but before he could move, Elara pushed him away and looked at him resolutely, tears still brimming in her eyes.
“No! No one shall be allowed to touch Sean. I will deal with him,” Elara said, the fire burning in her eyes making Daniel take a deep breath and nod.
“Okay. I’ll allow you to do as you please, but you need to get treated first,” Daniel said.
Elara shook her head.
“No. Not until I see him writhing in pain, begging for mercy, and when that happens, I want to kill him,” Elara said, her furious gaze indicating how serious she was.
Daniel paused.
He was ready to support Elara until she talked about teaching Sean a lesson, but killing? He couldn’t allow it, not when her career was just kickstarting.
“I won’t allow that. You won’t have your hands painted red with some scum’s blood. If you want him dead, I am more than happy to do so, but not you. Torture him all you want, beat him brutally, give him the third degree, I don’t care, but not killing,” Daniel said, ensuring his voice was hard enough to let Elara know it was out of the question.
Elara looked at the man before she closed her eyes and stood with his support.
“Jolt him awake,” she said to no one in particular before she walked to the side where they had lit a small fire to keep themselves warm.
She grabbed a random iron rod and walked to the fire, then put it in.
“It’s dangerous,” Daniel said to her, but rather than stopping her, he simply pulled out his handkerchief and gave it to her so she could use it to hold the iron rod.
Elara continued to do what she was doing while Alen grabbed the same jug of water that they had used to force Elara to open her eyes.
He threw the water on Sean’s face, who jolted awake with a groan, blinking his eyes as he looked around.
He noticed that the scene and situation had changed entirely and that he was the one who was helpless and under Elara’s mercy.
He watched the girl sitting near the fire, her back to him, and swallowed hard.
The more he looked at the eyes of the people around him, the more he realized things weren’t going to work in his favor.
“I… I didn’t have any evil intentions. I just wanted to teach her a lesson. It wasn’t what it looked like. Elara, you are my friend’s wife. I would never think of raping you,” Sean quickly pleaded, his gaze moving to one of the men who was on the ground with a pool of blood around his head.
Dread spread in his heart.
He had ensured nobody would be able to trace back to him or his people. He just needed one more hour to do his work cleanly and sweep up all the evidence.
After raping her, rather than letting her go, he had decided to throw her body into the ocean.
After all, she was just a country bumpkin who was coming between Beatrice and Andrew and their plan, and, most importantly, that was what she deserved for even trying to mess with him.
The more he thought about how foolproof his plan was, the angrier he became, wondering where all the things went wrong.
Everything was going alright. How the hell did Daniel even find him? Sean gritted his teeth before evening his expression into one of pleading.
“Mr. Daniel, please have mercy on me. You are in the same field as me. You are aware of how Elara humiliated me. I lost my mind after seeing my video all across the internet. I couldn’t think of anything straight, so I resorted to this. It was wrong of me. Please,” Sean said.
Daniel tilted his head slightly, his eyes narrowing into slits as he watched the scum writhing and begging for mercy.
“You are right, Sean,” he said, letting Sean believe he understood him.
Sean’s eyes sparkled with hope.
“I knew you would understand me, sir. Thank you for—” Sean couldn’t complete his sentence when he was interrupted.
“We are almost from the same world, but even after that, we have a stark difference in how we operate, no? Since you claim to be from our world, you should know what we do to people who harm our loved ones, no?” Daniel asked.
George, who also reached the site, rushed to the hall and looked at the man with deep hatred.
“You, bastard!” George ran to Sean and was about to punch the man when Daniel held his hand and pulled him back.
“What the hell are you doing? Let me go! How dare he try to hurt my sister? What is there to talk about? Why is he still sitting and conscious?” George let out the secret in his rage, and Sean, who had flinched earlier, seeing George nearing him, looked up with wide eyes.
What did he say? His sister? George’s sister? Wasn’t she dead? Committed suicide four years ago? Sean thought before he looked at Elara’s back.
Elara Frost. She was a Frost, too. Could it be p>
“Don’t touch him. He is hers to deal with,” Daniel said to George, and the man finally understood what was happening.
He clenched his fists before walking to one of the men and punching him brutally.
“You were the ones who helped him, no?” George kept punching the leader until the man’s body went limp and he couldn’t move anymore.
Seeing the rage in the man’s eyes and how he killed the leader just from his punches, Sean gulped, not sure if kidnapping Elara was such a good decision anymore.
“You guessed it right. I am Elara Frost, the heir to the First Empire.” Elara stood from her place after some time and turned to him.
The revelation was shocking to him, but what instilled fear in him was the iron rod in her hand, whose tip was hot red.
“I don’t want people to know who I am yet, but I don’t have a problem telling you. Can you guess why?” She asked, her eyes burning with fury.
“You wanted to kiss me, taste me. Let me give you a taste,” Elara said.
Sean writhed in his seat, his tied hands and legs rendering him unable to move.
“No, no, no, no, no, please,” Sean shook his head.
“I was begging you to stop, too,” Elara said before she grabbed Sean’s face in her hands tightly.
It pained her. Her entire body was in deep pain from the torture earlier, but she wasn’t going to rest until she taught him a lesson.
She pinched his cheeks, forcing him to open his mouth.
Alen widened his eyes when he realized what she was about to do, his heart skipping a beat. He looked at his boss to see if he would let her do it, and when he saw the proud expression on his face, he swallowed hard.
This wasn’t a power couple. This was a psycho couple. There were many ways to torture, but this p>
Alen closed his eyes and looked away when he saw Elara push the hot red iron rod in Sean’s mouth, making the man scream from the bottom of his throat.
The smell of burning flesh spread, and everyone watched in horror, the perpetrators and even the men who came to save her.
This was not normal.