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!"

answer. The phone kept ringing, but there was

look on her face when she left made him feel

After getting the phone

stunned when he got the news. Wasn't that the home she had been in with her mother before she went

It was!

It was left to her by her mother, a small two-bedroom flat. She came once a month

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

eyes to the melody of sadness and confusion, creating an unspeakable bitterness in her mouth that went straight to

the uncontrollable sobs came pouring out. She

Could she go on?

difficult. She didn't know where the future lay and where her hope in life lay. Was she going to be tormented by Vincent forever? In fact, she really wasn't greedy, and she just wanted to live the simplest life possible. At this moment,

and her

abdomen. Was she about to have her period? Every time she had her period,

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

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

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

the morning, it was still raining, only the downpour was replaced by a

and her abdomen didn't hurt as much. At half-past seven, she went downstairs. Just

door of the Bugatti was opened and Vincent just walked

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

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

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

White!" She thought she would hate him, but she was softened by the suspicion that he might be her downstairs all night. 'Leila, 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

long, long struggle,

She was stunned!

deep eyes were fixed on her. A wave of affection flowed

heart beat

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 and mockery

breakfast together!" He spoke again. He said it so softly and slowly that it sounded tingly in her

was a dream. As if the dream would shatter if

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 eyes that were so thick they couldn't be read. An occupant passed them by and Leila came back to her senses with a