A Moment in Destiny

Chapter 281 Make Your Choice

Leila was tensed up, clenching her fists. The way he forced her was making her body break out in goose flesh.

"Why didn't you return my laptop? If you return it to me, I could probably just let you hit me back!" The way he looked at her was vengeful, and it scared her stiff. He was like treating his enemy, not showing any mercy, and he only seemed to satisfy of killing her.

"Hitting you would just be letting you off lightly!" Vincent White curled his lips, glowering at her. His voice was cold, "I'll punish you in another way!"

Leila was stunned for a moment, feeling frightened for him being so terrifying. She bit her lips and stared at him, who was giving a sinister glance, he was like a cheetah in the bush and was watching its prey. She fell back while he took a step forward again, forcing her until there was no way to go. They were circling in the presidential suite as he pressed forward.

Her back hit the edge of the bed, giving out a sound.

"Ahh…"

She leaped to her feet as she fell on the edge of the bed, touching it. Her body trembled as if something terrible was going to happen.

As she just sat up in a panic, Vincent grabbed her shoulders and pushed her down on the bed.

She was stunned, "What are you doing?"

"You'll know it soon!" His strong arm encircled her slender waist while his tall body was pressing on her. Leila had no way to resist him.

She felt cold inside his arms. The way he stared at her was sending a chill down her spine as if it could make her frozen.

"Let go… of me…" Leila gulped nervously, not daring to look straight at his eyes, and she even had to breathe cautiously, "You're hurting me!"

"Is it so? There's even more!" He growled as he approached her wickedly. He encircled her waist tightly with one hand, and the other hand propped up on her side, looking down on her pale little face, tasting her fear.

"No…" She recalled the violent incident that also happened in the same hotel last time. She was being pressed by him against the wall of the lounge, torturing her, which she nearly got killed. It still made her blood run cold when recalling it. She would never want to go through that again. She shook her head hard, struggling, "No! No! Let go of me!"

Leila’s white teeth bit her soft lips. Her ponytail was scattered due to her struggling. Her face was refreshing as there was no makeup on her and her eyes were glittering, with her eyelashes shading her face. She looked frightened.

Vincent was stunned when he saw the paleness of her face as well as her eyes blinking uneasily. And he could feel her trembling. Was she… afraid of him?

Such a thought flashed through his mind, making him frowned suddenly.

"You dare to beat me. What would you still be afraid of?" Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

He felt complicated facing such a beautiful face.

"No…" Leila was about to cry out. If it would still hurt that much, she would rather die than having him touching her. The memory locked deep within her heart was now torturing her mind, making her filled

with fear.

"Why did you hit me?" He grabbed her by the lapels tightly, and his eyes were deep and dark.

"You're the one who insulted me in the first place!" Her face turned purple due to the suffocation, and she even had breathing difficulty, but his hand was still strangling her neck. She knew that she was snookered this time.

Seeing that her face was getting paler gradually due to the deep pain. She had lost her very last strength, she like like a leaf flying in the air, it was just about to land on the ground and will die in a short moment.

Vincent's eyes darkened, feeling complicated, and he even grieved for her. Finally, he let go of her, embracing her in his arms, and asked in a low voice, "If I let you decide between the Hunter family and me, who would you choose?"

"What... are you... trying to do?" She was fluttering, spitting out the few words in a hoarse voice. She was quaking in fear and had a bad feeling about it as she asked.

"Answer me!" He was waiting for her. He seemed to be afraid of losing her. "Make your choice. Who would you choose?"

"I can't!" She was terrified and not sure why did he ask this.

Could it be that his target was the Hunter family? What was he trying to do?

"Pick one!" He roared.

"I won't choose!" How could she make her choice? How could she choose between her family and her husband?

To her, her family and her husband were the same. She couldn't choose, especially not knowing what he was up to.

But the next moment, Leila hadn't reacted yet as he leaned down, unaware, and bit her slightly opened red lips.

"Ah... Umm..."

The taste of blood was filling up their mouths. Leila's lips were bitten to bleed, and he licked away the blood from the wound on her lips. His tongue protruded in, filling her up.It was domineering and aggressive.

"Umm. Umm..." Leila struggled, but she couldn't speak out a word. She felt the weight on her body increasing as he had her pinned underneath him.

"Answer me!" There was a vague sense of unease from his low overbearing voice. A voice sounded above her, "Choose only one!"

"No! I won't choose!"

"Can't you just choose me?" His voice turned soft, with a hint of annoyance, "Can't you just be with me forever?"

She struggled to swing up to her fist, wanting to hit him, but she stopped. What was wrong with him?

She tried to feel his emotions, but she found that he was so emotional and horrified. He was moody all the time, being ferocious and then changing to gentle, he was unpredictable.

At that moment, his tone was soft, like a forlorn child being abandoned. He was like a ship lost its direction in the sea. His tone was making her feel sorry for him.

Without getting any answer from Leila, Vincent's tongue slipped into her mouth, and his action was getting rough, without any pity.

“Hiss..” Leila's clothes were torn into pieces by Vincent, giving out a sound.

The cold air was burning her skin, and she was shivering.

Leila screamed as she was filled with horror, "Don't do this…"

In the meantime, Vincent was in lust, staring at her naked body, he became more aggressive. He gulped, "You asked for it!"

"Ah…" Leila shrieked as her hands immediately covered up her naked breasts. Her eyes were filled with fear as she looked at the man in front of her.

Vincent looked coldly at her, who was covering her breasts in fear. He curled his lips and sneered. He grabbed each side of her slender arms and pulled them to the sides, opening her arms completely to him easily. "Tell me that you want it!"

"I don't want it!" She shook her head and squirmed. "I don't want it. Not at all. Don't touch me! It hurts!"

Her gorgeous body caught his eyes, with her pale skin being exposed. Her tempting breasts were rising and falling as she breathed. And it seemed to be enticing him to plunder them.

"I don't want you to touch me. I don't! It hurts! You can't rape me!" Leila cried out in a low voice, "You'll only hurt me. I don't want a pervert like you touching me!"

His face turned pale, with his lips trembling, and he frowned. "You mean that I can't get it up?"

"Yes! You can't! She screamed, wanting to escape.

"Damn it. How dare you saying I can't get it up?!" He was growling.

It hurt initially, and it wasn't that he couldn't get it up, just that her previous experience had been too brutal. She didn't bother to explain nor answer him. Perhaps such reaction of hers seemed as she acquiesced in it. This made him being bloodthirsty.

"Leila, do you know what happens when you say a man can't get it up?"

He was the one who said it, and she was just going along with it. Now that he blamed it on her, she retorted, "It just hurts a lot. It's uncomfortable. You're too selfish, and I don't like the way you treat me. It's a rape! Making love is a two-way thing…"

Before he could start insulting her again, she added, "If you don't love me, don't treat me like this. I don't mind if you find someone else. As long as it's not me!"

Although her words were harsh and even against her will, she didn't want to be treated like this way. No!

Subconsciously, she might be still having hope in him, thinking of him caring for her during her period. She thought of him saving her, cooking for her. And thinking of the laptop… But when she was dependent on him, he became bloodthirsty and erratic again. She was so afraid that she would fall from the clouds.

He was stunned. His face changed several times in just a few seconds. Finally, he sneered, sending chills down Leila's spine, "So you're not in love with me. How about Theodore?"

"Did you investigate me?" Leila whimpered.

"Three years ago, you two had an ambiguous relationship. You are his girlfriend, right?"

"No!" It wasn't at all three years ago. It was just a close call.

"No?" He sneered as he moved closer to her, just inches away from her face, gritting his teeth, "What if I let him lose his job now, then would he still be attractive to you? How about letting him not be able to work well in F City?"

"You…" Leila wanted to say that he was shameless, but according to her knowledge of him, that would just piss him off. And that would harm Theodore too. She suppressed her anger and tried to say in a calm and low voice, "Actually, it isn't what you think of me and Theodore. We haven't been contacted for the past three years, and we just met today. No relationship at all."