A Moment in Destiny

"Vincent, I'm sorry! Just leave me alone and go find Leila! I'm sorry..." Pippa knew Vincent couldn't help her either, and she was the one who had been delusional about something, but no one could help her.

"Pippa!" Vincent understood his current situation, and as Miyamoto said, he was no match for them.

Pippa shook her head and gave Vincent a reassuring look before she was taken away by Miyamoto.

Pippa was forcibly taken to a remote but luxurious villa. The space was so spacious that she felt like she was in a royal palace, while the chandelier on the ceiling reflected a crystal clear and colorful light, but looked extremely incongruous with the cold and chill tone of the whole villa.

"Ouch…" She fell to the ground by accident and couldn't help but let out a muffled grunt. A stinging pain came from her knee, which should have been scrapped.

Miyamoto then untied his tie, walked to the couch and sat on it. His whole body exuded a domineering and cold aura, so cold that it was as if he was dooming a person to death.

His strapping body leaned lazily on the sofa while his slender frame was wrapped in a dark shirt with a slightly open collar, revealing his robust muscles. His finely chiseled, angular features were dignified with a touch of arrogance, and he just looked at Pippa.

Undeniably, he was handsome and charming, but his personality was so ruthless and evil that she was really afraid of him, a lot!

After so many years, Owen was already five years old, but in these five years, she had never really escaped his clutches. Whenever she escaped for a while, she would be caught back by him, or for the sake of her son, she fell back into his clutches. Fortunately, Miyamoto didn't really steal her son from her, and her son had been with Nora.

If she was destined to be entangled with him like this for the rest of her life, Pippa really didn't know what to do! Was it really necessary for her to die in order to leave this devil?

When she saw Miyamoto's icy eyes gazing at her unblinkingly, she unconsciously felt herself trembling

"You're afraid?" Miyamoto opened his thin lips slightly. His somewhat husky voice was full of charm like a ghost, yet chilling.

"I didn't." Pippa stood apprehensively. Despite the fact that her heart was trembling to the core, she struggled to make herself shake her head while tears welled up in her eyes.

Miyamoto glanced at her disdainfully, radiating a dangerous and appalling aura, and he snorted coldly, "That's for damn sure, Pippa, since you dared to tell me yourself that you don't love me and love another man, you should have the guts to bear my wrath, shouldn't you? How could you possibly be afraid?!"

Pippa's expression froze, not wanting to beat around the bush with him anymore, she asked directly, "Miyamoto, what exactly did you bring me here for?"

"Bed-warming!" His dark hawk-like eyes narrowed, like the Satan of the evil world, as he approached her step by step. "What else can I ask you to do except to be my bed-warmer?"

Pippa's heart sank and her voice trembled unconsciously. "No! I don't love you, and I'm not a whore!"

with his coarse fingers. His strapping body confined

confine you to my side and make you my exclusive slave for the rest of your

cold smile that curled at the corners of his lips, the fear in Pippa's heart almost

pushing him away

her show fear to him. The more

and won't take half

scarlet eyes looked straight into hers, and the evil smile on his lips that looked like he wanted to destroy the world immediately made Pippa feel crept out

restrict my freedom!" Pippa met his eyes

before? That I was too gentle? So you think I wouldn't do that?"

Gentle?!

gentle when she was bruised and battered every time she got out of bed,

the face of the man's great strength. In the end, she could only be clamped down by him, as she had been every time. Every time, she was forced to have intercourse with him, and this pain had

abruptly blanched face, looking at

panicked and looked at the handsome but cruel and bloodthirsty face in front of her, the fear in her heart kept expanding, and her

corners of Miyamoto's mouth curled into a

her teeth and gazed into his smiling, sinister pupils. When she took a step back, he took a step forward

hit the edge of the bed, creating an inevitable

the bed, and as soon as her body touched the soft bed, she immediately bounced

sooner sat up in panic than Miyamoto pressed her shoulders and took the advantage to push her down on

waist, then his towering body was pressed

was not a trace of warmth in his embrace, but only bone-chilling coldness in its place. His insidious eyes were fixed on her, and the coldness in his eyes like

Pippa swallowed nervously, her eyes not daring to look directly into his

around her waist, while the other propped himself up at her side. He looked down from above

wave of his hand,

over her body from his torture had not yet healed, and she didn't want

mouth hooked up a mocking sneer, then his hand pulled hard

falling slightly with her tense breathing, seemingly seducing men to plunder them without hesitation, while the hickeys he had left on

grabbing Pippa's arm with one hand and raising it high above her head while rubbing her skin directly with the other. When Miyamoto saw her instinctively tremble lightly,

Pippa

air, kneading it quickly and viciously, enjoying watching them almost deformed by his grip and squeeze. A thrill of