"I locked us in to spend some time together in this library full of books," he taunted, his voice deep.
He walked towards her slowly, his eyes on hers.
"No," Evangeline breathed. Her heart was pounding fast, her mind racing with fear.
She turned back to the door, beating on it.
"Help!" she screamed. "Help!" Her tears fell down her cheeks, her breathing harsh.
Mike grabbed her, spinning her around to him.
He threw her against the wall, making her gasp. Then he slammed his fist against the door.
"Be quiet!" he growled coldly. Evangeline sobbed, tears falling down her face.
Mike's hand went to her throat, his fingers wrapping around it.
Evangeline tried to scream again, but his grip on her throat stopped her. His light blue eyes were cold as ice.
"Shut up," he muttered, his voice deep. He pressed his body against hers, his hard dick rubbing against her.
Meanwhile, Vincente was looking for Evangeline.
He walked through the hall, his steps echoing off the walls. He needed to speak with her.
He saw a maid standing in the hallway cleaning a flower vase.
"Ava," he murmured. "Have you seen Evangeline?"
The young woman nodded.
"She went towards the library," she said, her voice quiet. Vincente nodded.
He walked to the library. He heard some weird noises coming from behind the closed door.
Someone was beating on the door while shouting for help.
Vincente's eyes narrowed.
He recognized that voice. It was Evangeline.
Something was wrong.
He tried to open the door, but it was locked. He cursed, banging on the door.
"Evangeline?" he called roughly.
He could hear her crying, her breaths harsh. She was struggling. Vincente growled softly, kicking the door.
The door gave way with a loud thud.
Vincente walked inside, his cold gaze finding Evangeline.
She stood there in front of the door, her dress torn. Her hair was messy and tears filled her eyes.
"Vincente!!..he tried to..." she sobbed and couldn'tfinish the harsh sentence. His name was broken on her lips, her chest rising and falling with each breath.
Vincente glared at her, his heart pounding in his chest.
He went to her and then pulled her into his arms. Her small body shook with fear, her sobs echoing around the room.
Vincente hugged her tighter, his arms wrapping around her. He looked up and then glared at Mike.
The man was backing away from them, his eyes wide. He had a look of fear on his face like he saw angel of death.
Vincente glared at the man, his heart beating fast.
Mike backed away further, his eyes darting for an escape.
Footsteps echoed from outside the room. The several maids came inside. Victoria came with them, her expression worried.
"Evangeline," she gasped softly. Evangeline looked up, tears in her eyes. Vincente hugged her closer to him.
Vincente glared at the man, his heart beating fast.
Mike backed away further, his eyes darting for an escape.
"Vincente," Mike pleaded. His voice was soft, his expression desperate. Vincente ignored him, his eyes on Evangeline.
"Clara, take her to the room," he ordered softly. He kissed her cheek, feeling her tears against his lips. Evangeline held him closer, her fingers tightening around his shirt.
"No, don't leave me," she whispered, her body shaking. Vincente hugged her tighter, rubbing his hand down her back.
Vincente looked up at the maids. "Take her to the room and tend to her," he murmured. They nodded, Clara and Ava coming forward.
The two women helped Evangeline, who was still shaking. She didn't want to let go of Vincente, but he kissed her softly and then let her go.
"I'll be back soon, okay?" he murmured.
Evangeline nodded, her tears running down her cheeks. Vincente watched the two women take her away.
Victoria stepped forward, her brows furrowed. "What happened?" she asked quietly.
The other maids were all looking at them, their expressions worried.
Vincente turned back to Mike, his cold eyes on the man. His expression was deadly.
"You touched my wife?" he growled, his voice deep.
Mike nodded, his expression panicked. Vincente charged at him.
He slammed Mike against the wall and then hit him. The man's nose broke with a sickening crunch. Blood dripped from his nose, his eyes wide.
Vincente hit him again and again until he had broken the man's jaw. He was panting, his rage making him hot.
"You fucking touched her!!!?" he growled angrily. Mike didn't respond, his body slumping.
Vincente grabbed him, slamming him against the wall. He punched Mike again.
The man slumped to the ground, unconscious.
Vincente stood over him, his chest rising with each breath.
Victoria stepped forward, trying to stop him. "Vincente, stop!"
She touched his shoulder, but Vincente didn't listen to her. He hit the man again.
The maids hurried to leave, not wanting to anger Vincente more. They left him with his aunt and Mike.
Victoria tried to pull him back, but he shook her off. He hit Mike again, making him groan.
He was almost unconscious, but Vincente couldn't stop.
"He touched her!!! ...Touched MY WIFE!!" he growled again, his hand tightening around Mike's neck.
He squeezed him hard, making the man wheeze. His eyes closed, his body limp. Vincente shook him roughly.
Mike groaned, his eyes opening. Vincente glared at him, his rage unrelenting.
The man's eyes were wide, his face pale. Vincente could see his fear.
"I'm sorry," Mike gasped. His throat worked as he swallowed.
Vincente didn't say anything. He grabbed the man and then threw him to the guards who had come in.
"Take him to the cell," he ordered coldly.
The guards nodded, taking the man away.
Mike was bleeding, his face covered in blood. His jaw was broken, his nose crushed. Vincente looked down on him coldly and then looked up.
His blue eyes were hard, his hair messy. He breathed harshly, his breathing labored.