The Day Our Promise Breaks (Charles and Evelyn) novel Chapter 105

Hearing the commotion from inside, the bodyguard peeked through a small door with his special glasses on. Once he confirmed Dahlia was out cold, he opened the door, walked in without a flicker of emotion, roused her, and left. And so, the cycle of torment for Dahlia continued.

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Back at the Jenkins family estate, Rosa wasted no time dragging both Charles and Evelyn straight to the family's chapel.

"Stand still," Rosa snapped at Charles with a voice as sharp as a whip itself.

Charles got the message loud and clear, not daring to protest. He cast a glance at Evelyn as his strong, defined hands moved to unbutton his coat. He shrugged it off and handed it to Tony, who stood silently by his side. Now, just in a crisp white shirt that highlighted his broad shoulders and narrow waist, he waited.

Rosa marched over to the shelf where the family kept their disciplinary tools. She picked up a whip and handed it to Evelyn. "Eve, don't go easy on him. This fool needs a wake-up call."

Rosa had been simmering with anger since she found out what happened in the basement. The memory of that sight made her wish she could knock some sense into Charles with every lash.

"Crack!" Another whip, another blow landed, each one harder than the last. There was no hesitation, no mercy—the depth of her hatred drove each stroke. This wasn't just about her suffering in the basement last night. It was for the times Charles repeatedly hurt Charlie.

What Charles owed Evelyn and Charlie couldn't simply be paid with a few lashes. Evelyn, consumed by anger, wished she could whip him senselessly so he'd never stand up for Dahlia and Sandy again.

Whip after whip, Evelyn's eyes grew red with fury. Each strike carried her resentment toward Charles, and each one was meant to leave a lasting mark. Charles' white shirt quickly turned crimson, the sight of it piercing Evelyn's heart even more, yet she couldn't bring herself to stop.