Don't Try to Escape, My Wife!

A look of surprise came over Ysabel's face, which angered Fill.

"Do you think that your boyfriend will come to rescue you? No, he won't. If he really loves you, he wouldn't send you to me."

Fill's harsh words shattered Ysabel's hope.

She pursed her lips and glared ferociously at Fill, wishing she could tear him into pieces.

Sensing her anger and sadness, Fill felt pain.

She closely resembled Whitney.

How could he say such harsh words and did such a cruel thing to someone who looked like Whitney?

He raped Ysabel forcibly!

It was ridiculous!

This was once the thing he disdained the most, but now he did it. He raped a woman who looked like Whitney. It made him feel like he raped Whitney.

Fill felt so annoyed that he slammed the door and walked out.

After he left, Ysabel breathed a sigh of relief.

Her shoulders drooped. She felt pain all over her body, especially her vaginal orifice.

'This damn man!

He took my virginity!

I will kill him!

I promise!'

Ysabel swore to herself inwardly.

Fill quickly went outside and his subordinate handed him the phone.

He didn't answer the phone right away. Instead, he took the phone back into the study. Then, he said coldly, "Are you jealous as your beloved woman slept with me?"

The man on the other side of the phone gulped.

"What are you talking about? She won't sleep with you. She loves me!"

"So what? I forced her to sleep with me. She looks so much like Whitney. I won't give her back to you intact. Isn't that why you sent her to me?"

Fill didn't care that others knew what he was thinking.

Everyone knew how he felt about Whitney. A brief investigation would tell. The man had gone to great lengths to find a substitute for him.

Fill sneered. His face was entirely devoid of expression. He was like a ghost in hell that had long since lost human emotions.

The man was silent for a while. Perhaps he was trying to suppress his emotions, or perhaps he was thinking about how to talk to someone like Fill.

"Are you trying to seduce me with a woman? Or are you trying to recruit me?"

words stunned the man once

really very

are related by blood, would you be

words

how there were two people who looked so alike.

anything. He was

waiting for the man to

and interest

waiting for Fill to speak. After all, everyone knew Fill's

turned himself into a saber that killed people. He was emotionless and untiring. Everyone would tremble in fear the moment

would care

man was lost in

of the two men

a game, and whoever spoke first

Fill

what I said?" the man

she is Whitney's younger sister, she is not Whitney. If you brought Whitney back to life, perhaps I would join you. For Whitney's sake, I abjured my faith. What else can't I abandon? Could you

was rendered

wanted him to bring Whitney

could it

years ago and had turned into ashes. How could he bring

Although I don't know who you are or what you want by sending Ysabel here, I want to tell you that she is mine now. I do not love her, but I will spare her life as she looks like Whitney. Goodbye, Ysabel's

saying that, Fill hung up the

spasm spread all over

desk and panted heavily. He felt

'Ysabel is Whitney's family?

with Whitney when she needed me, and I couldn't even keep her complete

am a

Yes, I am.

am a piece

protect

I raped another

of living like

slaughter had made Fill cold-blooded, and he even felt that it wasn't much of a problem for him to kill throughout

the same man

died, he felt as if he had also died. Right now, he was only a tool, a tool to repay Samuel's

could a tool have

he feel heartbroken? Why did he feel devastated? Why did he feel he was

deserved to

or enmity with her, but she came to

tried to kill him for her

life, but he only imprisoned her. He was kind enough to

But Ysabel wanted more.

injured five

fought side by side with him all

Ysabel but only imprisoned her, they were seriously hurt. He didn't know

him, which was the lightest punishment for

right thing, but why did he feel

person, nor could

throw her outside, and show those people who were plotting