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 ringing, but

but the look on her face when she left made him feel a little uneasy. Her desperate face flashed

company, he tracked down the owner of the car. After getting the phone number, he called and

that the home she had been in

It was!

It hadn't been lived in for years, but all the furniture was still 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,

memory of being pinned against the wall and forced to make love to Vincent at the HJ Hotel overwhelmed her with memories of

slipped out of the corner of her eye and chilled her

of

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

Could she go on?

lay and where her hope in life lay. Was she going to be tormented by Vincent forever?

bitterly and her

to have her period? Every

been suffering from abdominal pain, to the sofa in a cold sweat. Was

deep breath and fought back the pain in her abdomen as she went to take a bath. As the warm water poured down, she felt as if the pain in her abdomen had eased a little. She looked up and saw her

..." Another burst of thunder shook Leila even more to her core. She changed into her pajamas and made her way

a Bugatti parked downstairs. Only a sudden clap of thunder made her afraid to stand in front of the window for too long.

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

of the Bugatti was opened and Vincent

sure if it was just her illusion, but there was a flash of affection in his eyes that made Leila a little uneasy. If there was a word to describe it, it seemed to

for a long time. 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 to be many Bugattis in the

motionless and unblinking, as if waiting for her to say something. Yet his eyes were so complex as if he had thousands

he might be her downstairs all night. 'Leila, you are useless. Was Vincent the kind of man who

time, he sighed softly. After what seemed like a long, long struggle, he stared at her red, puffy eyelids and

She was stunned!

her. A wave of affection flowed through them, adding

heart beat

he mean by that? Her face changed and looked more bitter than a bitter gourd. Then she looked at him helplessly, waiting for his next words. She was afraid that it would be ridicule

it sounded tingly in her ears and made Leila's face heat

afraid that this was a dream. As if

his exhaled breath intermingling with her nostrils. She could clearly see his thick eyebrows, his high nose, his tightly pursed lips, and those deep, dark eyes that were so thick they couldn't be read. An occupant passed them by and Leila came back to her senses with a start. She heard herself say