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.

cried miserably, “What the hell do you want? So, what if I piss you off? Will I die? Or being

her face, frowned, thoughtful and he asked Leila seriously, “Leila, have you ever

loneliness that flitted through his eyes, and her heart

up and pushed her against the wall, holding 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. His large hands were

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

kiss he gave was so violent that Leila was resolute in refusing and avoiding

the more she did so, the

my vice president!” He growled low in

on Leila’s body was ripped away

in a frightened whisper,

his movements, breathing heavily, looking at her helpless look. She looked so fragile and

dare to move, choking and sobbing, tears and snot coming out together. Vincent then clenched his fist and slammed it against the wall with a thud. The blood stained on the wall. He turned around and went into a

She got up, picked up the torn clothes on the floor, which no longer covered her. She went

stopped falling down

front of the French window,

to the floor, finally unable to counter the

a little overcast and the stars were fading into

bed, holding a cigarette in his slender fingers. There were already several cigarette butts on the

now, he was getting irritated and some of his emotions were even getting out

son in the White family, he had to be careful in every word and deed, not to reveal his true feelings to

who was afraid of being alone, outwardly brilliant but inwardly lonesome, and only he knew inwardly how empty he really was in front of the crowd. What was

when there was another person in the room, and the smell of food wafted through the air. His mood fluctuated with that person, then he felt less

what should he do

hard drag from his cigarette, 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

want a divorce from you! I will not

disorderly and his hand exerted an involuntary force. The glass in his hand was crushed to pieces. The stinging sensation brought him back to his senses in shock. His hand let go and the broken glass fell

down his fingers, dripping off the white tiles with a pop. With a tilt of his head, he drank a full bottle

ink and his heart grew

the better, so he could forget that there

in front of him at this moment,

bewildered, bewildered about

bitterly. The night always was getting