A Moment in Destiny

Vincent, however, just enjoyed Leila's tight body. The corners of his mouth curled into a beautiful and wicked smile, "If you ever provoke me like that again, I will only make you hurt more in the future."

It hurt, but she didn't feel numb at all. The excruciating pain tormented her over and over again. Her screams turned to cries of pain. This lovemaking without a hint of pleasure was her nightmare.

Vincent admired her loss of control and desperation with a smile on his face. He was deliberately gentle, and a drop of sweat suddenly slid down his forehead and onto her cheek.

Leila's body jerked slightly. The drop of sweat acted as a catalyst, causing a surprisingly strange reaction in her otherwise aching body.

A messy night, a messy lounge, and a messy heart for Leila.

When it was all over and Vincent picked up his own clothes from the floor, Leila was curled up against the wall. Her hair was disheveled and a smile, hollow and desperate, rose to her lips.

She was now like a broken porcelain doll, devoid of strength and spirit. Helpless and seemingly deaf, she simply wrapped her arms around herself in a hug. It was only when the smile froze at the corners of her mouth that she got up, straightened her gown, then ignored Vincent, turned, and left.

"Where are you going?!" Vincent was still sorting out his clothes.

Leila had already walked out. No one saw that her bleak, infinite eyes revealed a deep, unseen coldness...

When Vincent chased her out, to his surprise, Leila was nowhere to be seen.

"Leila." He called out.

The hallway was awfully quiet.

***

As Vincent went to the surveillance room to try and find Leila through the surveillance equipment, Leila left the HJ Hotel and took a taxi.

"President, this young lady was hiding on the upper level of the stairs just now. She left in a hurry after you entered the ballroom!" The staff member pointed to the surveillance screen and said, "Oh! She's out of the building!"

The screen switched to the entrance of the building where Leila, dressed in a black dress, walked out in a hurry and beckoned for a taxi. The car left quickly.

"Shit!" Vincent cursed. She had actually gone! "What was the number of the taxi's license plate?"

"JTX673."

Vincent turned around and left the surveillance room. As he walked, he called, "Get my car to the door. Yes, immediately, right now!"

phone again, but she didn't answer. The phone kept

but the look on her face when she left made him feel a little

After getting the phone number, he called and knew that Leila had got out of

the news. Wasn't that the home she had been in with her mother before she

It was!

there. It was left to her by her mother, a small two-bedroom flat. She came once a month to clean it. Pulling away the cover of the sofa, she curled up on it, feeling lonely as she had never felt before, and

to Vincent at the HJ Hotel overwhelmed her with memories of humiliation. The helplessness, the anger, the sadness,

the corner of her eye and chilled her pretty

tears were growing. Those tears flowed from her eyes to the melody of sadness and confusion, creating an unspeakable bitterness in her mouth that went straight

lip, but the uncontrollable sobs came pouring out. She finally

Could she go on?

lay. Was she going to be tormented by Vincent forever? In fact, she really wasn't greedy, and she just wanted to

and her

to have her period? Every

was a thunderclap, which sent Leila, who had been suffering from abdominal pain, to the sofa

the warm water poured down, she felt as if the pain in her abdomen had eased a little. She looked up and saw her white body in the mirror covered in bruises

her core. She changed into her pajamas and made her way to the bedroom. The pain in her abdomen still persisted, and it was killing

sudden clap of thunder made her afraid to stand in front of the window for too long. She then went back to her bedroom and later, fell into a deep sleep listening to the sound of

only the downpour was replaced by

half-past seven, she went downstairs. Just outside the entrance to the building, she saw the white Bugatti parked in front of

her step out, the door of the Bugatti was opened and Vincent just walked over. He was still dressed in the same clothes

was a flash of affection in his

She suddenly remembered the car from last night and then she subconsciously took another look at it. It was as if the car had been in this spot the whole time. And there didn't seem

stuttered and she looked up at him. He was staring at her, motionless and unblinking, as if waiting for her to say something. Yet his eyes were so complex as if he had thousands of words to

are useless. Was Vincent

like a long, long struggle, he stared at her red,

She was stunned!

A wave of affection flowed through them, adding a

heart beat violently

at him helplessly, waiting for his next words. She was afraid that it would be ridicule and mockery and

He spoke again. He said it so softly and slowly that it sounded tingly in her ears and made Leila's face heat up all of a

afraid that this was a dream. As

pursed lips, and those deep, dark eyes that were so