100 Days to Seduce the Devil



696 Comfort Under the Rain

Day Seventy-Four...

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Jane was utterly shocked when she saw the Stallion Tattoo on Vincent's left wrist. She recognized it. In one of her hypnosis sessions with Stephen, Jane recalled her first encounter with the Leader of King Stallion Mafia.

She would never forget that tattoo. It was her important clue to identify the leader of the King Stallion Mafia.

As she watched his black-inked tattoo, the horrific feelings of her past resurfaced in both his heart and mind. She had the urge to run wild.

If Vincent was the Leader of the King Stallion, this only meant he was the root cause of everything... the main reason for her misery.

Vincent deceived us all. He used me to get his revenge against Nathan. Now... I can connect the dots on why Monica and Vincent stole our identities! Jane was thinking about their aliases- Both Monica and Vincent pretended to be Shining Star and Sizzling August.

Jane's anger and hatred surged up in her heart. Focusing all her strength on her hands, she gripped Vincent's neck, her eyes blazing with rage.

All she could think of right now was to kill him and make him pay for every suffering she experienced because of him. She strangled him, letting out all her hatred and pain.

Jane's heart constricted and she felt suffocated. Her heavy panting could be heard in the house.

"Jane? Are you okay?" Vincent asked her worriedly. Jane's face turned pale and she stopped moving. She also looked like she was having a panic attack. It turned out she was only imagining herself killing Vincent using her own hands.

Vincent immediately stood up. He reached out to carry Jane in his arms. But Jane's instinctive action was to push him away from her. She didn't want to be touched by Vincent.

Her initial reaction was to move away and keep her distance from him. Jane could feel the fast beating of her heart as she looked at Vincent. There was a hint of disgust and hatred in her eyes. She failed to hide it. She couldn't control her negative emotions.

"Jane? What's wrong? Please talk to me." Vincent tried to step closer to her and hold her. But Jane stepped back further, not allowing him to get near her.

Vincent was confused by Jane's strange behavior. 'What is happening to her? She doesn't look well! Beads of sweat started to appear on her forehead.

Jane had mixed emotions right now-hatred, anger, fear, anxiousness and disgust. If she stayed there, she was afraid she might do something violent.

For Mia's sake, Jane decided to run away as fast as she could. She didn't want to let the child witness a bloody scene where she imagined herself stabbing Vincent multiple times. She felt like that was the only way to satiate her anger- Killing Vincent.

However, because of Mia, Jane was able to retain her rationality. Without saying a word, Jane dashed out, leaving the mansion. "Mom!"

Mia was surprised when she witnessed Jane running away.

Vincent was still puzzled by what transpired a while ago. ησʋεℓɦυℓƙ.¢σмHe didn't know what triggered Jane to react that way. He just stood there in his spot, his eyes followed the direction where Jane disappeared.

"Uncle? What happened to Mom? Why did she suddenly leave?"

Mia tugged Vincent's hand as she asked him. She looked like she was about to cry.

Vincent sighed deeply before facing the little girl. He held Mia's shoulders and looked straight into her eyes.

"Don't be sad, Mia. She just needed to leave because something came up. Don't worry. I will make sure that you can spend more time with her in the future. Just be patient. Okay?" Vincent softly caressed her cheek as he consoled her.

Mia nodded her head. "When it comes to my mom, I will always be patient."

Vincent just smiled at her remarks.

Meanwhile, Jane continued running away without a clear destination in mind. She passed by the busy street of the city, her mind swirling in pain. She wanted to shout and cry but she couldn't.

All her sufferings and pains kept coming back to her. She thought she would be strong enough to face the demon of her past. Yet, today's unexpected revelation had pierced through her defenses, leaving her vulnerable and raw, her emotions a tempest of turmoil. Exhausted from the mental tumult, Jane trudged along the city streets, her footsteps heavy with the weight of her thoughts. Each step felt like a weary retreat, a battle against the onslaught of painful recollections that relentlessly haunted her mind.

As if reflecting her inner turmoil, the sky above darkened and rumbled. The air grew heavy, and before long, raindrops began to fall, their patter on the pavement matching the rhythm of Jane's racing thoughts.

The downpour came suddenly as if the heavens sympathized with her current emotional state. She chose to stay under the rain, hoping that the raindrops could wash away her pain. 

With each step she took, rain-soaked and emotionally drenched, Jane found a semblance of solace in the storm. Her tears mingled with raindrops, falling freely and unabashedly, releasing the pent- up emotions she had carried for far too long.

And in that vulnerable moment, someone finally found her. Under the pouring rain, Nathan hurried through the bustling streets, searching for Jane. Soon, his keen gaze caught sight of a figure, silhouetted against the rain-soaked backdrop.

It was Jane, her form hunched over, shoulders trembling as she stood amidst the storm, her face streaked with tears that blended seamlessly with the raindrops cascading down her cheeks.

Without a moment's hesitation, Nathan rushed to her side, his heart lurching at the sight of her evident distress. Ignoring the rain that drenched him, he gently approached Jane, reaching out a comforting hand.

"Jane!" he called out her name.

"What are you doing? You might catch a cold! Do you want to get sick?" Nathan gently pulled her toward the shades and covered her body using his coat.

Nathan didn't know whether to scold Jane or feel worried about her. He hated the fact that Jane went to Vincent's villa alone. He was fuming with rage and jealousy.

However, after seeing Jane in this state, he felt like something seemed off with her. "Why did you cry?" This time his expression softened and his voice became gentle.

Jane couldn't utter a word. There was a lump in her throat, her tear-streaked face a canvas of vulnerability. Instead of answering Nathan, Jane flung herself into Nathan's open arms, seeking solace in his embrace.

Sobbing uncontrollably, Jane clung to Nathan, burying her face on his sturdy chest. Nathan was taken aback for a moment when Jane suddenly burst out crying.

Nathan held her close, enveloping her in a protective embrace, his hand gently stroking her back in a soothing rhythm. He said nothing, letting the rain and Jane's tears wash away the pain and sorrow that burdened her soul.

'I swear... if Vincent was the one who caused this, I will make him pay tenfold, Nathan thought to himself, gritting his teeth.

At that certain moment, Nathan offered Jane a silent refuge, setting aside his jealousy. Their embrace spoke volumes, a language of compassion and understanding that transcended words.