Angel's POV
My gown had already been torn from my chest, and I couldn't help but cover my breasts with my hands as I rushed out of the room.
I refused to let that bastard old man have his way with me. He was on the verge of succeeding when I struck him with a flower vase, and now he was bleeding inside the room.
Tears were rolling down my cheeks like an ocean as I stepped outside. My eyes widened when I saw Venom, who stood frozen in place, clearly shocked. I knew what he must be thinking—I had disobeyed him and left his chamber on my own to get into trouble.
Embarrassed, I lowered my gaze to the floor, unsure of what to do or how to face him.
I suddenly lifted my head when I heard movement approaching, and a wave of embarrassment washed over me as I saw Rocco walking closer, a jacket
