Charlotte's POV

With that being said, I began hitting her face into the floor.

I knew I was hurting her, or worse, killing her, but she asked for it.

After hitting her face five times into the floor and the floor was now painted with her blood, I didn't go any further, if not she would die.

That's if I haven't killed her already.

I got up from her immediately and staggered away from her body when the men who were watching the fight in the parlor were running up the stairs.

I hurried towards the railing of the corridor with one thing in mind, which is suicide.

I climbed...