I jerked her face and walked out of the house ordering my butler to move her stuff to another room. I headed to my office and took a bath . Whenever I was closing my eyes Alora’s crying innocent face was flashing in my mind.

One part of my heartfelt guilt for what I did, but my brain said I am Ricardo Garcia and I am never wrong, she got what she deserved.

It was almost lunchtime, I was about to have my food but a thought crossed my mind. Did she wake up, I was rough last night and she is too fragile.

Unknowingly I stood up, got my...