SHE IS UNWELL

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Dominic entered the dimly lit interrogation room, his jaw set with a fierce determination. Lucian sat in a metal chair, his hands cuffed to the table in front of him.

The sight of the man who had caused Evelyn so much pain ignited a fire of rage within Dominic.

Without a word, Dominic crossed the room and slammed his fist into Lucian’s face.

The impact sent Lucian’s head snapping back, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. He glared up at Dominic, a smirk forming despite the pain.

“You think that makes you a man, Dominic?”

Lucian taunted, his voice dripping with malice.

“Beating up a defenseless prisoner? Evelyn must be so proud.”

Dominic’s vision went red. With a roar of anger, he lunged at Lucian, his fists flying. He landed punch after punch, each blow fueled by the memory of what Evelyn had endured.

Lucian’s smirk disappeared, replaced by grunts of pain and fear as he tried to shield himself from the relentless assault.

Alex burst into the room