Page 44 of Forever His Favorite
A dark intent flickered in Sebastian’s eyes. “Don’t worry,” he muttered, almost under his breath. “I’m not going to let her die this easily.” With that, he pushed past Harold and stormed off.
An hour later, Sebastian stood in a far corner of Amelia’s house, hidden from sight. His eyes flashed with burning anger as he stared ahead.
Amelia was lounging casually, twirling a lock of her hair while watching a video on her phone. A cruel grin stretched across her face.
The men who had kidnapped Emily were nearby, looking uneasy under her scrutiny.
“Did you make her suffer before you ended her?” she asked, voice sharp with sadistic amusement. “Or did you just kill her outright? I want her death to be… unforgettable. Where did you throw her body? Did you cut her into pieces before throwing her remains off that bridge?” Her eyes flicked to the men. “Are you sure the police won’t find out?”
Just as she was speaking, the sound of heavy footsteps echoed through the house. Amelia glanced up, her smirk freezing. Her eyes widened, face draining white the moment she saw Sebastian marching toward her, Leon and two other men next to him. Fear seized her body, leaving her trembling like a ghost.
She didn’t even have time to draw a full breath. Sebastian extended a hand without a word. Leon placed a whip into his palm.
The next moment, the whip cracked through the air. The sound was sharp, violent—followed by Amelia’s scream as the leather struck her.
Chapter 18 Her Biggest Fanboy
Sebastian was merciless, his face a mask of cold fury.
The whip cracked against Amelia’s flesh again and again with a sickening snap, splitting skin and leaving deep, angry welts that oozed fresh blood. She convulsed on the ground, her body twisting in agony as her screams tore through the air. Her voice broke into hoarse, frantic pleas.
“Stop! Please! I’m sorry—let me go!”
But Sebastian’s eyes were cold, filled with a fury that showed no room for mercy. Each strike fell harder than the last, his rage spilling out in every crack of leather. Only when Amelia was left trembling, broken, and bloodied on the floor did he stop.
Gasping, her eyes barely open, Amelia spat hoarsely, “How can you hurt a woman? What kind of man are you?”
Sebastian’s jaw clenched, his voice like ice. “I believe in equality. You hurt my woman? I will hurt you worse than death!” He took a step forward, every inch of him coiled and controlled. Then he lowered himself to the floor, one knee pressed firmly into the ground while the other leg braced against his chest, keeping his back rigid and straight.
He curled a hand under her chin. With a hard, efficient movement he snapped her head up until her eyes met his.
Her pupils blown with terror, Amelia could only stare as he growled. “Have you enjoyed tormenting Emily all these years?” A dangerous smirk crawled across his mouth — not a smile, but something predatory, a promise of consequence. The look in his eyes was cold enough to make her whole body shiver.
When he finally rose, the room seemed to exhale with him. He stepped back, breath coming in short, controlled bursts; the muscles in his forearms twitched, knuckles raw and stinging where the leather had bitten him. With a curt flick, he tossed the blood-streaked whip to Leon.
“Give them the same treatment they had planned for my wife,” he said, voice level and merciless. “If they live through it, dump them in the desert—far from any path a human walks. If they still manage to crawl out of there, hand them to the police.”
Leon’s men moved like wolves answering a command. Amelia scrambled backward on trembling hands, her palms slick with blood and sweat, the wet sound of her nails against the floor sharp in the quiet. “Don’t come near me!” she shrieked, voice breaking as her sentences tumbled over one another. “Stay away! I’ll complain—I’ll ruin you—”
Sebastian didn’t spare her another glance. He turned on his heel and stormed out, his footsteps echoing like thunder as Amelia’s screams followed him.
***
When Emily stirred awake, her lashes fluttering open, the first thing she saw was Harold and Jeremy slouched in the chairs across from her bed. Both were hunched over Harold’s phone,their faces lit by the bluish glow of the screen, eyes wide with disbelief.
“Holy shit,” Harold muttered under his breath, his voice thick with shock.
His grip on the phone tightened as he replayed the video. Leon had recorded everything—the whip, the screams, Amelia’s cries in a video and sent him the video. A while ago when Harold had called him, Leon hadn’t spoken, only lifted a finger to his lips for silence before panning the camera to reveal Sebastian mercilessly whipping Amelia, his fury consuming the room.
Once the video ended, Jeremy and Harold exchanged a glance, their mouths slightly open.
Jeremy let out a long, low whistle. A slow grin tugged at his mouth, spreading wider as he leaned back in his chair. “My man,” he said proudly, nodding at the screen like he was saluting Sebastian. “Now I know he’s perfect for Emily.”
Harold straightened in his seat, chest puffing a little as confidence flickered through his eyes. “My brother has always protected our family,” he said firmly. “As long as he’s Miss Emily’s husband, he’ll never let anyone hurt her.” His voice carried conviction, and for a moment, he smiled.
Jeremy cocked a brow, amusement gleaming in his eyes. “Funny. Weren’t you the one drooling over Emily just days ago? Running around like her biggest fanboy, swearing no one could be more perfect for her than you?”
Harold’s head snapped toward him, eyes blazing. “That’s none of your damn business!” he bit out, fists clenching tight in his lap.
