Your Regrets Won't Bring Me Back - Chapter 89: Chapter 89
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Just when she thought her life would be ruined here tonight, the weight on her body vanished. A powerful hand seized Calvin Zane by the collar and hurled him to the floor—bang!
Calvin shrieked, "W-who—who the hell... Mr. Whitmore, please! Have mercy, ah!"
Simon Whitmore looked like a beast unleashed, murderous fire blazing in his eyes. His fists pounded Calvin's arm again and again until bone cracked, the room echoing with nothing but ragged, inhuman screams.
"Out," Simon snarled.
Calvin scrambled on all fours and fled the suite.
Elena crouched in a tight ball on the carpet, her eyes huge with terror.
Simon knelt in front of her, his hand half-raised to smooth her disheveled hair.
Elena flinched backward, voice trembling. "Don't touch me... please, stay away."
His chest tightened. "All right," Simon said softly. "I won't touch you."
He sat beside her in silence, keeping her company on the floor. After a long while, her breathing steadied; she hugged her knees and buried her face against them.
Only then did Simon shrug off his jacket and drape it over her shoulders, scoop her into his arms, and carry her out of the suite. He took her to a guest room on the upper floor.
Still cradled in his coat, Elena lifted her head and murmured, "Thank you. May I take a shower?"
"I'll draw it for you," Simon replied and headed straight into the bathroom.
When she emerged, wrapped in a towel, Simon was standing at the window, a cigarette between his fingers; at the sight of her he crushed it out immediately.
Elena managed an awkward smile. "I'm sorry you always have to see me at my worst, Young Master Whitmore."
Simon frowned and gestured to the chair by the desk. "Sit. I have something to show you."
She obeyed, confusion flickering in her eyes.
Simon produced a USB flash drive. "You've been squeezed from every side these last few days. Grace is merely a pawn; there's a mastermind behind her."
Of course Elena knew—the mastermind was Annabelle.
"Annabelle Bennett is ruthless, Elena. You have to strike back."
He met her gaze, plugged the drive into the laptop, and opened a video file.
Elena stared at the screen, eyes widening in shock.
Moans of shame filled the speakers; on-screen, a drugged Annabelle writhed atop a stranger, begging for his touch.
Suddenly she remembered how, after that night, Simon had dropped by claiming he'd left something in her room—he had prepared this long ago.
Simon removed the drive and placed it before her. "If someone hurts you once, I expect you to pay them back tenfold."
Elena pressed her lips together and stared at the tiny device for a long while.
Elena thought,
'If this footage goes public, Annabelle's shining reputation will shatter, and she'll never again parade as the Bennett family's flawless princess.
'For Annabelle, that humiliation would be crushing—but compared with the torment I've endured this past year, it's nothing.
'I was cast aside, tormented, and degraded for more than a year while she basked in applause.
'It isn't enough—nowhere near enough.
'Every cell in my body screams for justice whenever I remember the pain I've suffered.'
Elena vowed to take revenge with her own hands; it wasn't enough for Annabelle to be reviled by everyone—Annabelle had to taste, one by one, every ounce of suffering Elena had endured.
After a long silence, Elena pushed the flash drive back across the table.
"Thank you, Simon," Elena said evenly. "I do intend to settle the score, but I refuse to use a weapon like this—I will not become what she is."
Calvin shrieked, "W-who—who the hell... Mr. Whitmore, please! Have mercy, ah!"
Simon Whitmore looked like a beast unleashed, murderous fire blazing in his eyes. His fists pounded Calvin's arm again and again until bone cracked, the room echoing with nothing but ragged, inhuman screams.
"Out," Simon snarled.
Calvin scrambled on all fours and fled the suite.
Elena crouched in a tight ball on the carpet, her eyes huge with terror.
Simon knelt in front of her, his hand half-raised to smooth her disheveled hair.
Elena flinched backward, voice trembling. "Don't touch me... please, stay away."
His chest tightened. "All right," Simon said softly. "I won't touch you."
He sat beside her in silence, keeping her company on the floor. After a long while, her breathing steadied; she hugged her knees and buried her face against them.
Only then did Simon shrug off his jacket and drape it over her shoulders, scoop her into his arms, and carry her out of the suite. He took her to a guest room on the upper floor.
Still cradled in his coat, Elena lifted her head and murmured, "Thank you. May I take a shower?"
"I'll draw it for you," Simon replied and headed straight into the bathroom.
When she emerged, wrapped in a towel, Simon was standing at the window, a cigarette between his fingers; at the sight of her he crushed it out immediately.
Elena managed an awkward smile. "I'm sorry you always have to see me at my worst, Young Master Whitmore."
Simon frowned and gestured to the chair by the desk. "Sit. I have something to show you."
She obeyed, confusion flickering in her eyes.
Simon produced a USB flash drive. "You've been squeezed from every side these last few days. Grace is merely a pawn; there's a mastermind behind her."
Of course Elena knew—the mastermind was Annabelle.
"Annabelle Bennett is ruthless, Elena. You have to strike back."
He met her gaze, plugged the drive into the laptop, and opened a video file.
Elena stared at the screen, eyes widening in shock.
Moans of shame filled the speakers; on-screen, a drugged Annabelle writhed atop a stranger, begging for his touch.
Suddenly she remembered how, after that night, Simon had dropped by claiming he'd left something in her room—he had prepared this long ago.
Simon removed the drive and placed it before her. "If someone hurts you once, I expect you to pay them back tenfold."
Elena pressed her lips together and stared at the tiny device for a long while.
Elena thought,
'If this footage goes public, Annabelle's shining reputation will shatter, and she'll never again parade as the Bennett family's flawless princess.
'For Annabelle, that humiliation would be crushing—but compared with the torment I've endured this past year, it's nothing.
'I was cast aside, tormented, and degraded for more than a year while she basked in applause.
'It isn't enough—nowhere near enough.
'Every cell in my body screams for justice whenever I remember the pain I've suffered.'
Elena vowed to take revenge with her own hands; it wasn't enough for Annabelle to be reviled by everyone—Annabelle had to taste, one by one, every ounce of suffering Elena had endured.
After a long silence, Elena pushed the flash drive back across the table.
"Thank you, Simon," Elena said evenly. "I do intend to settle the score, but I refuse to use a weapon like this—I will not become what she is."
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