A Moment in Destiny

Leila grunted; her body was stiff from the pain, but she did not beg for mercy at all. She silently bore Vincent's violence without saying anything.

Her stubborn attitude provoked him even more, to the point that he violated her body even more ferociously.

His violence not only made her feel incredibly painful, but also feel as though her body was being tamed by him. While enduring his madness and punishment, Leila felt her dignity collapse. Each time he entered into her body. The slight tearing pain made her slightly frown, but she worked hard to put on a smile and continued to look at him, to not let him detect anything amiss.

After a long time, it all finally stopped.

Vincent got up and left without a word, as if repulsed by her. The fact she was not a virgin really affected him!

Leila struggled as she sat up on the pure, white sofa; there wasn’t any hint of blood. She cracked a smile on the corner of her lips. ‘Mr. White, you might be disappointed, but who says I am not?’

‘I was not your prostitute!’

‘I was not some woman you can just bully around; I had got my bottom line as well. Can’t I protest? Won’t you even allow me this simple act?’

She stood up and picked up the messy clothes off the floor. Her whole body was in pain; the pain between her legs was unspeakable, and the pain clearly showed on her pale face.

This was the husband and wife’s first night together; everything that needs to be done has been done. But there was no lingering look into each other’s loving eyes, nor any exchange of lifelong vows, nor any sweet talks underneath the moonlight; just the lingering resentment towards one another.

With that, he left with his anger, and she held onto her sorrow on the messy sofa, catching her breath. After a while, she laughed bitterly, and left staggered out the study.

Shower.

Change of clothes.

As she walked out the bedroom, she became directly faced with Vincent, who had nothing on but a towel at his waist, and his hair was still dripping wet. He gloomily stared at her.

Leila forced a slight smile from the corner of her lips and looked back at him.

Vincent’s lips formed into a graceful yet wicked arc, “The whorehouse must be referring to the Hunters, correct?”

“And yet, you insisted on marrying a bitch like me!” Leila feigned a smile, “Mr. White, just between you and me, we’re no better than the other!”

Upon hearing this, Vincent did not throw a fit nor get angry. His wicked smile remained, and a thought raced through his mind. He extended a hand and grabbed her chin. “What a woman! Then let’s make you even more of a bitch!”

Leila felt a chill down to her bones, but she still had her smile on and looked directly at Vincent, “You’re furious, but you still have some concerns. Tell me, Mr. White, what are you worried about? Is it my father’s fame and power?”

bother trying to figure me out; you’re nowhere near qualified!” Vincent pinched her

due to the pain, he kissed over her lips in a foreboding manner. His teeth bit down ferociously on her lips, which made her feel unbearably

did not even show

the nerves to face the consequences!” Vincent glazed over her beautiful body in a menacing manner. He proceeded to press his

going against Vincent? She asked in a trembling voice, “What, what are

bit down hard on her earlobe and sucked. This mad torture suddenly made Leila felt a

was about to fall, Vincent suddenly let her go, “Such a slut; didn’t I satisfy you just

the success of her protest, but she was also in

pride as a man, but did

skills in bed are nothing to flatter yourself over!” Leila

want to have another go!?” Vincent roared and could not suppress the unknown anger he felt inside him. How could he possibly let a woman like

Leila put herself out there just to provoke him. Her tiny white hands were balled tightly by her side.

Deep breath!

later, he would definitely not let her off the hook. There was no way he would let anyone trample over his pride. “Hmph! Even if you wanted to do it again, I wouldn’t want to touch you! You’re

whore, but you’re no better than a beast. This is our nature; let’s see who’s worse than the other?!” Leila

better think it over!” Vincent’s expression was stone cold. This woman used to always seem gentle and upright. But for some

up with? If I don’t care about her,

sure you care about your family name!” He adamantly believed

was right on the money; there was no way

she forgot the reason why she married him in the first place. At this very moment, she was

to be your wife. Let

with her. She did

was father thinking, asking her to make Vincent fall in

can do whatever you want just because I’m being patient with you!” Upon hearing her suggestion to get divorced, his expression turned even grimmer than before. He grabbed her thin wrist and emphasized each word one by one, “I make the rules.

that it?” Leila’s wrist was in pain from his grip. It

any sign of pain on her serene face. Her expression was so still that

steaming from anger, his tone was exceptionally cold. Vincent stared at this woman who continued to defy him. The two of them were

this man always this

calmed down, she began to notice the pain on her

she fell backwards, but he made no

the office. He lit a cigarette as he stood by his Bugatti. The white smoke encircled the air as he made a moody face to reflect the uneasiness and negative emotions he currently

lips hard, Leila sat on the floor for a while. Then she pushed against the walls

arrived, Vincent brushed past her in large strides, and then she heard the car engine start. Leila smirked; to think, this man left by himself first and left her to this