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!"

His strapping body confined

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

Looking at the cold smile that curled at the corners

away vigorously and cried out in agitation. "Let

he was satisfied to see her show fear to him. The more fear she felt, the

you can't and won't take half a step away from my side

on her again. He clasped her hand tightly, his 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

met his eyes indignantly, her voice was raspy with

before? That I was too gentle? So you think I wouldn't do that?" He clamped down on her, a cold smile spreading

Gentle?!

battered every time she

strength. In the end, she could only be clamped down by him, as she had been every time.

abruptly blanched face, looking at her with cruel

cruel and bloodthirsty face in front of her, the fear in her heart kept expanding, and her body involuntarily began to

now?" The corners of Miyamoto's mouth curled

took a step back, he took a step forward until she was cornered beyond

her low back hit the edge of

the bed, and as soon as her body touched the soft bed, she immediately bounced up. This bed was

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

circled her slender waist, then his towering body

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

her eyes not daring to look directly into his insidious eyes, and even

close to her grimly and wickedly. One of his hands clamped tightly around her waist, while the other propped himself up at her side. He looked down

of his hand,

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

mouth hooked up a mocking sneer, then his hand pulled hard and her hand was pinned above

curves 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

one hand and raising it high above her head while rubbing her skin directly with the other. When Miyamoto

lunatic,' Pippa growled

the air, kneading it quickly and viciously, enjoying watching them