A Moment in Destiny

Leila was unable to bear it and she knew that she was just venting her frustration. She let go of Vincent White and whimpered out, “Why won’t you just leave me alone? What exactly does the Hunter family owe you? To make you and your mother curse us like this? Why won’t you say it out? I deserve a clearer explanation even if I die!”

Leila glanced up. Her beautiful red lips turned miserably white. There was a streak of blood at the corner of her mouth. Her long lashes tinged with a thin mist of water as she stared vacantly at the man in front of her.

In such a situation, how could a man’s heart not be broken?

Leila whimpered and cried, that cry was choking. She was looking at Vincent. He was silent, showing a painful look on his face, as if the pain was overwhelming, making him, who had always been strong and powerful, seemed like unable to bear it.

“Tell me! Tell me why?” She screamed.

He remained silent, showing a complicated expression.

She crouched down and wrapped her arms around herself. Her voice muffled with a choked sob but she said stubbornly, “I will not play the game with you anymore. Whether you agree or not, I will divorce!”

He would never know what she wanted, and she did not want him to know again. Because she was afraid that if she continued, she would fall into the abyss eternally.

He bowed his head, clenching his fist and exposing his vein. He looked at the tiny figure crouched beside him, closed his eyes to hide the deep thought and pain in them, opened his eyes again, and then crouched down.

“Leila?” He called her name in a muffled voice.

“Don’t call my name!” She refused to hear such a gentle tone, as it was all fake, everything was fake, all his tenderness was fake. “You do not deserve to call my name!”

A wave of anger held in Vincent’s heart, his eyes instantly turned hazy and his voice was gloomy, “Leila, don’t be insensible!”

His words made Leila’s heart suffocate and she suddenly pursed her lips, “I had lost my dignity because of you, do you think I still have any shame? I have lost my shame! Who has ever lived with such no dignity as I have? Just one smile, one gentle treat from you makes my heart leap and will I imagine that you will always be gentle? Will you? In this world, I’m the fool, I’m the only fool! That’s why I’m threatened by you, again and again, Vincent, I hate you, I’m not under your control anymore. I want to be in control of myself ... Boohoo ...”

The dignity she tried so hard to preserve had long been trampled under him. She had endured this all the way through, but all she got was a premeditated act from him.

She really shouldn’t go on, as she would go crazy if she continued like this.

He reached out with one hand and lifted her chin. His deep eyes met her red and swollen eyes. Frowning, his eyes stopped on her small, tear-soaked face.

Leila saw the expression on his exquisite sculpture-like face was normal. His voice was magnetic and gentle, “Do you want to try the consequences of pissing me off?”

Leila’s body trembled, his eyes did not have a murderous look in them, but it gave her the creeps.

So, what if I piss you off? Will I die? Or being traumatized? I am now being traumatized, what else do

thoughtful and he asked Leila seriously, “Leila, have you ever tried what it’s like to really live

and loneliness that flitted through his eyes, and her

her face in a fierce grip and kissing her lips intensely. His tongue swirled in and out of her mouth and made her whimper as if she were suffocating.

followed by another, nibbling at her skin, treating her only as a

gave was so violent that Leila was resolute

she did so, the crazier

my vice president!” He growled

body was ripped away

cried out in a frightened whisper, with

heavily, looking at her helpless look. She looked so fragile and naive. It was the first time that he thought

lips, staring at her. He did not dare to move, choking and sobbing, tears and snot coming out together. Vincent then clenched his fist and slammed it

She got up, picked up the torn clothes on the floor, which no longer covered her. She went to open the door, but it wouldn't open. She slid down the door panel and

stopped falling down

he stood in front of the French window, lighting another cigarette, but he

crying and fell to the floor, finally unable to counter the exhaustion and fell

overcast and the stars were fading into the

a cigarette in his slender fingers. There were already several cigarette butts on the floor, and he was just smoking, the room was filled

was very confident without too many emotions. But now, he was getting irritated and some of his emotions were

White family, he

out that he was also a man who was afraid of being alone, outwardly brilliant but inwardly lonesome, and only he knew inwardly how empty

there was another person in the room, and the smell of food

should he

sighed deeply. He got up, poured a glass of wine, and drank it down in one go. The bitter taste gave him no relief inside, instead, it hurt more and more. The bite marks she left on his chest hurt, but none of

from you! I

in his hand was crushed to pieces. The stinging sensation brought him back to his senses

dripping off the white tiles with a pop. With a tilt

as ink

back onto the bed. His eyes closed as he felt the bursts of pain and numbness coming from his hands. The more pain in his hand the better, so he could forget that

even if Brian Hunter was kneeling in front of him at this

bewildered about himself,

bitterly. The night always was getting longer and longer