Escape from the Mansion: Badass Wife is a Little Sweet

Diana opened her eyes. 　　And found herself staring into a pair of eyes that scared the hell out of her and made her soul tremble with fear. 　　"Ah--!" 　　The girl's pale fingers gripped the sheets beneath her as if her life depended on it. 　　She relived the horror all over again. Was this what hell was like? 　　Why was she back here with this evil bastard when she should be dead? 　　Instinctively, she screamed, "Don't you dare touch me!!!" 　　The guy lost it, his face turning into a storm cloud, his cold, thin lips lashing out with a ferocity that seemed to want to devour her whole. 　　Diana was in so much pain she couldn't even think straight and just blurted out, "Why... why me... Alexander... why does it have to be me..." 　　"Because you're the only one." 　　A deep, raspy voice echoed in her ears, chaining her soul to it. 　　Hearing the same old line from him, Diana fainted. 　　... 　　When she came to, the room was bathed in morning light. 　　The air was filled with the sweet scent of flowers, and the warm rays of the sun streamed in, automatically lifting the gloom. 　　But then, just like that, Diana's body went rigid with fear. 　　The man was awake, and his intense aura suffocated the room. 　　His arm around her waist suddenly tightened, and she was clutched in his arms like a damned pillow. 　　"Are you planning on running again?" 　　His voice sent shivers down her spine. 　　Fighting the urge to flee, Diana shook her head like a wild woman. 　　It was unclear if he believed her; his gaze bored into her face for a moment, radiating danger. 　　Diana was like a deer caught in the headlights, too frightened to move. 　　After what seemed like an eternity, the man finally released her. 　　He rose from the bed, the backlight accentuating his tall frame and slender waist. 　　The moment was fleeting; the guy quickly grabbed his clothes from beside the bed, his long fingers deftly buttoning his shirt to the collar. 　　One minute he’s a wild beast, the next, his handsome face is as cold as ice, like he’s not even human. 　　It was only when the door slammed shut that Diana’s tense nerves finally unwound. 　　Finally, she could wrap her head around her current mess. 　　She surveyed her surroundings, and in the mirror across from the dressing table, she saw a reflection that was both recognizable and alien— 　　The girl in the mirror had her smoky eye makeup smeared from tears and sweat, and her body was covered in ugly, bloody tattoos. 　　To escape Alexander, she had deliberately made a mess of her appearance. 　　She had... seriously come back to life... 　　In a heartbeat, a massive wave of fear and despair threatened to choke her. 　　She was back to the night she got her ass kicked by an angry Alexander for trying to escape! 　　Why... 　　Why did she have to go back seven years! 　　Dead or alive, she didn’t want to end up back here, with this guy. 　　She’d lost her lover, her family, her dignity, her sense of self – everything. 　　Was she really gonna have to relive that nightmare all over again?