The Wrong Woman

"Miss, we're here," the driver softly called out after stopping the car.

Candice snapped out of her reverie. She quickly wiped away her tears and took out cash to pay.

"Thank you," she said before getting out.

As the door closed, the cab slowly drove away.

Candice looked up at the brightly lit villa in front of her. She sighed heavily before walking dejectedly toward it.

Just as she approached the large iron gate, a figure suddenly rushed up from behind her. She was shocked when her arm was grabbed. Before she could react, she was yanked to the side of the wall. Candice screamed in shock. Before she could comprehend what was happening, someone kissed her. At that moment, she was dumbfounded. She stared wide-eyed in terror at the face so close to hers. Through the blurry vision, she saw Elio. Finally regaining her senses, she began to struggle.

struggled, the harder he pressed against her. He pinned her wrists above her head with his solid chest pressed tightly

aggressive, and wild. He sucked and bit her lips and tongue until

fury was palpable, and his kiss was

terrifying when he got angry, even when he kissed. She began

her lips were swollen and aching. She was held so tightly that she could barely breathe. Cold sweat broke out on her back, making her feel

tears streamed down her face. Her body trembled as she sobbed, and she couldn't stop

tasted the salty tears that he slowly regained his senses. He released her lips and lowered

her swollen lips, Candice slowly cried out in pain. At that moment, she was

street light filtered through the trees, casting dappled shadows on Elio's figure. His shadow enveloped

face. Her lips were swollen from his kiss. She looked so fragile and pitiful that it made his heart ache. Candice was crying, but her hands were

and choked out, "You... Let me go... Or else...