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 her water-like cold

side and make

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

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

see her show fear to him. The more

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

closed in on her again. He clasped her hand tightly, his scarlet eyes looked straight into hers, and the evil smile on his lips that looked

restrict my freedom!" Pippa met his eyes indignantly, her voice was raspy with trembling from

gentle? So you think I wouldn't do that?" He clamped down on

Gentle?!

startled, if he was still considered gentle when she was bruised and battered every time she got out of bed,

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

into her abruptly

at the handsome but cruel and bloodthirsty face in front of

corners of Miyamoto's mouth curled into

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

low back hit the edge of the bed, creating

bed, she immediately bounced

no sooner sat up in panic than Miyamoto pressed her shoulders

towering body

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 a

look directly into his insidious eyes, and even her breathing was carefully controlled

grimly and wickedly. One of his hands clamped tightly around her waist, while the other propped himself up at her side. He looked down from above at Pippa's pale little face,

hand, her clothes were

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 ones

her breast with both arms, the corners of his mouth hooked up a mocking sneer, then his hand pulled hard and her hand was pinned above her

air, her tempting breasts rising and falling slightly with her tense breathing, seemingly seducing men to plunder them without hesitation, while

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, he laughed

lunatic,' Pippa growled

pinched her exposed softness in the air, kneading it quickly and viciously, enjoying watching