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!"

I told you before?" Miyamoto vigorously grabbed her chin with his coarse fingers. His strapping body confined

I will confine you to my side and make you my exclusive slave for

the corners of his

finally couldn't help pushing him away vigorously and cried out in agitation.

the bottom of Miyamoto's eyes, he was satisfied to see her show fear to him. The more

on, you can't and won't take half a step away

her hand tightly, his scarlet eyes looked straight into hers, and the evil smile on

met his eyes indignantly, her voice was raspy with trembling

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

Gentle?!

bruised and battered every time she got out of bed, then

seemed so weak in the face of the man's great strength. In the end, she could only be clamped down by him,

her abruptly blanched face, looking at

handsome but cruel and bloodthirsty face in front of her, the fear

curled into a sneer that was cruel to the

into his smiling, sinister pupils. When she took a step back, he took a step forward until she was

a thud, her low back hit the edge of the bed, creating an

she immediately bounced up. This bed

up in panic than Miyamoto pressed her shoulders

waist, then his towering body was

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

not daring to look directly into his insidious eyes,

around her waist, while the other propped himself up

wave of his hand, her clothes were

that she wrapped her hands around her breasts, covering them from his view. The bruises all over her body from his torture had not yet healed, and she didn't want to add new ones before the old

watched her frightened action of shielding her breast with both arms, the corners of his mouth hooked up a

of her wonderful body were once again reflected in his eyes, her fair and delicate skin exposed to the air, her tempting breasts rising and falling slightly with her tense breathing, seemingly seducing men to plunder them without hesitation, while the

her head while rubbing her skin directly with the other. When Miyamoto saw

lunatic,' Pippa growled

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