Sheena gripped another pillow tighter to her body. Sadness overpowered her senses when his statement had finally sunk through her mind.
"Are you speaking about me committing abortion?! Over my dead body! The child may have been a mistake, but I will not be a monster like you!"
Squeaking out, she threw the pillow to his face as tears began to fill her eyes.
Theresa glared at him.
"Like that ploy you pulled a few hours ago? Is that not more terrible than an abortion?"
Scoffing, as he slapped the pillow away, Rafale had found her statement a bit farfetched because she had almost committed a more disheartening crime. He folded his arms on top of his chest.
"Think of your family, Ms. Brazel. Think of the relief they would feel when they learn that you lost the bastard child, which will soon bring trouble within the family."
Theresa was inching to speak, her eyes twitching with rage, but Sheena had beat her to it with a snap.
"The child has already brought problems into my family! Getting rid of it will not solve anything! I hate the sight of you! Get out!"
Rafale's mood turned dark.
"You are getting rid of that child!"
Sheena gritted her teeth.
"You think you can give me, then take away everything, because you have money?! Get out! I will not do anything you say!"
Ignoring her, Rafale barked.
"You have also changed my life! An inferior woman such as yourself is now carrying a child I did not ask for or want! You are like a vixen! You seduced me a month and three weeks ago!"
Felix gritted his teeth in his mouth as he watched Rafale closely.
Sheena sardonically laughed with tears in her eyes.
"I seduced you?! Is that the lie you are trying to feed yourself as the guilt eats you alive?! You are sick if you call what you did seduction! I had nightmares about you!"
"You are getting rid of that baby today!"
Ignoring her statement, he shouted as he walked across the room to grasp onto her hand.
And all hell broke loose.
The moment Rafale had touched her, Felix had rushed over and pushed him away with a loud shout.
"You scumbag!"
Without thinking of the outcome, he rushed and sent him flying onto the ground with him on top of him. The patience he had before disintegrating, he disengaged fists upon fists on his face.
Felix was livid.
Gasping, as the situation had manifested into something she had not expected, Sheena buried herself deeper into Theresa's arms while rubbing her aching wrist.
"I am so sorry about what happened to you, Shee."
Hearing her voice in her ears, Sheena buried her head in her shoulders. Theresa pulled her closer.
"I will never leave you again."
Afraid the world's ugliness was latching onto her, Sheena buried her head deeper into her bosom. Glaring in the loudly grunting and fighting men who were twisting and turning on the floor, Theresa gritted her teeth in her mouth. Her burning vengeance directed to the dark-headed monster--Rafale Wulfric, made her angry.
Whereas, the furious fight caused tears to erupt in Sheena's eyes.
Watching Felix flying into the cupboard near the foot of her bed, her breath caught. She watched in amazement the flimsy thing breaking underneath his weight. Blood flowed from the fresh wound that was now adorning his arm.
Her lips wobbled.
"Felix! It is not worth it!"
"Yes, it is! This man deserves to die!"
Rafale's breath hitched in his throat when Felix had returned the favor by pushing him into a floor-length mirror. He had resumed the fight with more gusto and adrenaline-pumping through his veins.
Gasping, Sheena was surprised by the murderous intent emitting from Felix.
Tightening her arms around Theresa, Sheena winced in figurative pain, for the million shards of broken glass mixing with Rafale's blood on the floor was a scene straight from a horror movie. Chuckling, as he had managed to lift himself from the floor, he wiped the blood flowing from his wounded lip with the back of his hands.
He felt rejuvenated and lighter than he had ever been before. He had not had the glorious thrill of winning a fistfight in years.
"Not bad, man, but I am not planning to lose this fight, for I have unfinished business with Sheena."
Smirking as he slightly glimpsed at widened eyed Sheena from the corner of his eyes, Rafale cranked his knuckles and flexed his muscles to resume the heated fight.
Gritting his teeth, when the despicable man was even more shameless than he thought, Felix vigilantly proceeded to humor him. Striking him extremely hard across the jaw, he smiled when his cocky stance had slightly faltered, but the latter quickly refuted with an uppercut punch in his stomach.
Groaning, Felix had barely missed another rough kick from him by swiftly gliding to the left.
Watching with vindictive eyes, Felix bestowing another punch to Rafale's stomach, Theresa squeezed Sheena closer. She was impassive of his outcome.
"Kill the bastard, Felix! Make him pay for what he did to Sheena!"
Quickly averting her eyes to stare at Theresa, Sheena was taken-aback.
"Theresa!"
"Do not give me that look, Sheena. That man destroyed your life, took away your innocence by force. The least he can do is die a painful death."
With a disapproved frown, Sheena was horrified when the grunts and punches grew louder.
"Please stop it!"
Screaming, as she once again glimpsed in their direction to find a bloodied mess, Sheena felt useless.
"Stop it!"
Again she screamed to grab their attention, but they were not listening.
Disappointed and evenly matched, the fighting men had seemed to lose all hope of throwing punches against each other. However, Felix had turned the tables when he managed to get the upper hand. Pushing a struggling Rafale onto the floor, he proceeded to rearrange his handsome face, but Sheena's soft plea had halted his action.
"Felix, please stop! That is not you! You have a bright future ahead of you!"
Glancing in her direction, he was undecided. Rafale used his distraction to his advantage. Switching their positions, he smirked when he was the one on top.
"Felix!"
Uncertain, as she tried to detangle her body away from Theresa to save a struggling to breathe Felix when Rafale had begun to chock him, Sheena felt the world was tilting on its axis. Managing again to find the upper hand, he returned the favor to the cocky rich prince who was only smiling as his face turned red.
Suddenly, the door flew open by her inquisitive family, including her ridiculed aunt, her husband and children, and surprisingly her raging father. Even foreigners who were smartly and sophisticatedly dressed, upper-class people walked into the room. She could easily recognize them as Rafale's parents and siblings, for their faces were dark with disappointment and horror.
"What is going on here?!"
Tongue-tied, when her blazingly furious, tall, and intimidating father had appeared in front of the large crowd, Sheena was scared, as she sank deeper into Theresa's warmth as if to hide away from the nerve-racking shame.
'What was her father—no, her adopted father doing in New York?'
Questioning his presence, she glanced in Alana's direction to see that the girl was grinning from ear to ear.
It was her doing.
Feeling her chest tightening, she dug her nails into the soft flesh of Theresa's thighs, but the girl did not peep a word of discomfort.
"Get those boys under control!"
Someone barked.
Instantly, Rafale and Felix were refrained from gorging each other eyes out when two capable men from the Wulfric family had roughly separated them. Caging their hands behind their back, they were rendered useless, but their eyes were still fighting a war of glaring and future strifes.
"Clear to explain yourself, or should I even question you, Sheena?!"
Growling, as he hated the firm hold his second younger brother had around his arms, Rafale continued to send death-like stares in Felix's direction, who mutually returned the gesture with his brimstone shining eyes.
"Let go of me, Dustin."
Gritting his teeth, Rafale was livid.
"You know I cannot do that. The young lady is in trouble. Do you not have any sense of chivalry? She is practically doomed since her old man is far vicious than ours."
Huffing, he averted his eyes to stare in the direction of nervously shaking Sheena. Rafale felt a sense of regret erupting deep within his stone-cold heart, for the tall and muscular man standing near her bed appeared to be a stubborn and alert father, who was in no room of prissy tears and hysteric stories. But he dismissed the emotion.