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!"

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

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

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

he got the news. Wasn't that the home she had been in

It was!

house. 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, feeling lonely as she had never

the wall and forced to make love to Vincent at the HJ Hotel overwhelmed her with memories of humiliation. The helplessness, the anger, the sadness, it never went away. Was she still not strong enough

of the corner of her eye

tears were growing. Those tears flowed from her eyes to the melody of sadness and confusion, creating an

her lower lip, but the uncontrollable sobs came pouring out.

Could she go on?

where the future lay and where her hope in life lay. Was she going to be tormented by Vincent forever? In fact, she

bitterly and

her stomach ached. A hot, sour, rising sensation came from her abdomen. Was she about to have her

was a thunderclap, which sent Leila, who had been suffering from abdominal pain, to the sofa in a cold sweat. Was it

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 white body in the mirror covered in bruises left by Vincent, and another wave of bitterness

her core. She changed into her pajamas and made her way to the bedroom. The pain in her

heavily and Leila went to check the window and vaguely saw a Bugatti parked downstairs. Only a sudden clap of thunder made her afraid to stand in front of the window for too long. She then went back to

the morning, it was still raining, only the downpour was

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

the rain. Seeing her step out, the door of the Bugatti was opened and Vincent

wasn't 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

he come to be here? He was still wearing the same clothes he had been wearing last night. Had he been downstairs all this time? The car also looked like it had been parked for a long time. She suddenly remembered the car from last night

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

you are useless. Was Vincent the kind of man who waits downstairs? Given how direct and tactful he was, he would have been there to kick in

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

She was stunned!

on her. A wave of affection flowed through them, adding a

beat violently

did he mean by that? Her face changed and looked more bitter than a bitter gourd. Then she looked at him helplessly, waiting

He said it so softly and slowly that it sounded tingly in her ears and made Leila's

this was a dream. As if the dream

at him. The distance between them was so close that Leila seemed to feel 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