Trapped By Tainted Love

Chapter 1: Rebirth And Divorce

“Rachel, how dare you drug me?”

The man lying on the bed looked furious; his black eyes were blazing with anger.

Shelia Davis took a deep breath and felt a searing pain.

She managed to open her eyes and saw a man lying on top of her.

‘What the hell is going on? I…’

“Let go of me!”

She struggled to escape the man’s hold and began thrashing him.

But the more she resisted, the more violent the man became.

“Don’t play cat and mouse with me! Isn’t this what you’ve always wanted? Commit suicide and threaten me? Huh? Well, I can help you!” the man roared.

The man clasped her arms and legs, leaving no chance for her to escape. She gritted her teeth without saying anything as the metallic taste of blood filled her mouth.

About an hour later, the torture finally came to an end.

The man got out of the bed and put on his pajamas. He cast a cold glance at the pitiful woman on the bed and scoffed at her. “Why are you crying? Have I not satisfied you?”

Holding back the tears and enduring the humiliation, she grabbed the quilt and wrapped it around her.

She looked at him and sneered. “Satisfied? Your small dick made me feel nothing.”

“Go to hell!”

The man darted toward her, and the blue veins stood out on his arms. He grabbed her neck and squeezed it hard.

Her face turned red, and she couldn’t breathe.

She grew dizzy and felt suffocated. Instinctively, she grabbed the man’s hand, trying to push him away.

“Help! Help!”

want to let go of her. He tightened his grip and glared

and

the butler opened the door and

blood on his face drained in

hissed through his teeth. His eyes were blazing with rage

He kneeled beside the bed and begged anxiously, “Mr. Sullivan, if she dies, your grandmother won’t

‘Grandmother?’

Victor Sullivan loosened his grip on her

wish, the

away. She sat up quickly and leaned against the headboard, coughing

continued to persuade him, “Mr. Sullivan, aren’t you going to divorce Mrs. Sullivan today? You will never see her

Victor

Sign the papers and get out from here. I

the door, making it rattle against the hinges. Shelia clutched her chest, trying to calm down her racing heart. Her face turned pale

of events, she looked down, trying to comprehend what was going on. Her heart leaped to her throat,

hell is going on? This is

to wear. However, to her utter dismay, there were no women’s outfits in the closet. Only white shirts and black suits were hanging in

that were too large for her. The bottom

was still sore, and her temples were throbbing.

 

sofa and sat down, closing her eyes. Soon, the memories that didn’t belong to her arose in her

She tried recalling the memories of the body’s original owner to find

she was no longer Shelia Davis. She was reborn

had died of illness, and her father was a loser and a playboy. Rachel had loved Victor with all her

door

Sullivan, are you inside?” asked a cold

“Who is it?”

the door, holding a document in

name in her memory with the

“This is the divorce agreement. You

glanced at the papers in his hand. It had only taken an hour for Victor to prepare a divorce agreement. It was obvious

the last page,

Rachel closed the pen and returned the

to send the agreement, Victor had said

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