Blood splattered onto her white dress, staining it with vivid red blooms.
But Mr. Santos only became more frenzied, pinning her down and tearing at her dress.
Her tears mingled with the rain as she fought with all her might, screaming until her voice broke.
Fortunately, Ethan arrived at the last moment, ending the nightmare just in time.
That event left a deep scar in Emerald's mind, to the point where even Ethan's touch would make her shudder with fear.
Those haunting memories surged back, but this time, Emerald was ready. Holding her ground, eyes cold and unyielding, she taunted him, "What? Want me to crack your skull open again?"
Mr. Santos studied her face, searching for fear that wasn't there. But Emerald's face was calm, her expression unwavering.
"I still remember that night," he sneered. "You wore a white dress. I ripped it open, exposing your bare shoulders as you begged me. The rain drenched your body, your hair clinging to your face. You looked… delicious."
