Zane's POV

Returning from purchasing the bottle water for Belle, I was not prepared for the sight that greeted me when I entered.

“Belle, here is the wa…” My words got drowned in disbelief as I stared at the unruly sight before me.

My eyes fell on the conniving son of a bitch, hovering over Belle’s bed with his hands gripping her firmly. I could see he face contorting in pain as she struggled to break free from his grasp.

The bottle in my hands fell to the ground and something snapped cut. I moved like a ferocious beast towards Dave.

“Don’t you dare lay your filthy hands on her,...