A Moment in Destiny novel Chapter 322

Leila was unable to bear it and she knew that she was just venting her frustration. She let go of Vincent White and whimpered out, “Why won’t you just leave me alone? What exactly does the Hunter family owe you? To make you and your mother curse us like this? Why won’t you say it out? I deserve a clearer explanation even if I die!”

Leila glanced up. Her beautiful red lips turned miserably white. There was a streak of blood at the corner of her mouth. Her long lashes tinged with a thin mist of water as she stared vacantly at the man in front of her.

In such a situation, how could a man’s heart not be broken?

Leila whimpered and cried, that cry was choking. She was looking at Vincent. He was silent, showing a painful look on his face, as if the pain was overwhelming, making him, who had always been strong and powerful, seemed like unable to bear it.

“Tell me! Tell me why?” She screamed.

He remained silent, showing a complicated expression.

She crouched down and wrapped her arms around herself. Her voice muffled with a choked sob but she said stubbornly, “I will not play the game with you anymore. Whether you agree or not, I will divorce!”

He would never know what she wanted, and she did not want him to know again. Because she was afraid that if she continued, she would fall into the abyss eternally.

He bowed his head, clenching his fist and exposing his vein. He looked at the tiny figure crouched beside him, closed his eyes to hide the deep thought and pain in them, opened his eyes again, and then crouched down.

“Leila?” He called her name in a muffled voice.

“Don’t call my name!” She refused to hear such a gentle tone, as it was all fake, everything was fake, all his tenderness was fake. “You do not deserve to call my name!”

A wave of anger held in Vincent’s heart, his eyes instantly turned hazy and his voice was gloomy, “Leila, don’t be insensible!”

His words made Leila’s heart suffocate and she suddenly pursed her lips, “I had lost my dignity because of you, do you think I still have any shame? I have lost my shame! Who has ever lived with such no dignity as I have? Just one smile, one gentle treat from you makes my heart leap and will I imagine that you will always be gentle? Will you? In this world, I’m the fool, I’m the only fool! That’s why I’m threatened by you, again and again, Vincent, I hate you, I’m not under your control anymore. I want to be in control of myself ... Boohoo ...”

The dignity she tried so hard to preserve had long been trampled under him. She had endured this all the way through, but all she got was a premeditated act from him.

She really shouldn’t go on, as she would go crazy if she continued like this.

He reached out with one hand and lifted her chin. His deep eyes met her red and swollen eyes. Frowning, his eyes stopped on her small, tear-soaked face.

Leila saw the expression on his exquisite sculpture-like face was normal. His voice was magnetic and gentle, “Do you want to try the consequences of pissing me off?”

Leila’s body trembled, his eyes did not have a murderous look in them, but it gave her the creeps.

Her tears flew off and she cried miserably, “What the hell do you want? So, what if I piss you off? Will I die? Or being traumatized? I am now being traumatized, what else do you want? Go ahead, I’m not afraid!”

Vincent saw her tears but did not feel any emotional fluctuation. His eyes fixed on her face, frowned, thoughtful and he asked Leila seriously, “Leila, have you ever tried what it’s like to really live in hell? Would you like to try that?”

Leila sensed the cruelty, despondency, and loneliness that flitted through his eyes, and her heart jerked.

He suddenly pulled her up and pushed her against the wall, holding her face in a fierce grip and kissing her lips intensely. His tongue swirled in and out of her mouth and made her whimper as if she were suffocating. His large hands were tugging at her shirt as he lowered his head and began to kiss her neck vigorously.

One kiss was followed by another, nibbling at her skin, treating her only as a toy for venting his rage.

The kiss he gave was so violent that Leila was resolute in refusing and avoiding it.

However, the more she did so, the crazier Vincent became.

“You shouldn’t have pissed off my vice president!” He growled low in a sombre voice.

The full dress on Leila’s body was ripped away by him.

“Mr. White……” Leila cried out in a frightened whisper, with such helplessness.

Vincent suddenly stopped his movements, breathing heavily, looking at her helpless look. She looked so fragile and naive. It was the first time that he thought she might be innocent!

He pursed his lips, staring at her. He did not dare to move, choking and sobbing, tears and snot coming out together. Vincent then clenched his fist and slammed it against the wall with a thud. The blood stained on the wall. He turned around and went into a room.

Leila was the only one left in the corridor. She got up, picked up the torn clothes on the floor, which no longer covered her. She went to open the door, but it wouldn't open. She slid down the door panel and curled up.

Her tears never stopped falling down her cheeks...

Vincent went into the next room, and he stood in front of the French window, lighting another cigarette, but he couldn’t suppress the loneliness that was inside his heart.

Leila was exhausted from crying and fell to the floor, finally unable to counter the exhaustion and fell into a deep sleep.

The sky was a little overcast and the stars were fading into the clouds.

Vincent was sunken into the bed, holding a cigarette in his slender fingers. There were already several cigarette butts on the floor, and he was just smoking, the room was filled with smoke.

He was a strong man who was very confident without too many emotions. But now, he was getting irritated and some of his emotions were even getting out of his control.

He had been educated since childhood. As a member of the White family, the only son in the White family, he had to be careful in every word and deed, not to reveal his true feelings to anyone, but now…

It turned out that he was also a man who was afraid of being alone, outwardly brilliant but inwardly lonesome, and only he knew inwardly how empty he really was in front of the crowd. What was the reason for this emptiness?

He was often alone in an empty room, but when there was another person in the room, and the smell of food wafted through the air. His mood fluctuated with that person, then he felt less empty.

However, what should he do next?

Taking a long, hard drag from his cigarette, he sighed deeply. He got up, poured a glass of wine, and drank it down in one go. The bitter taste gave him no relief inside, instead, it hurt more and more. The bite marks she left on his chest hurt, but none of them were as painful as the pain in his heart ...

Divorce! I want a divorce from you! I will not play with you anymore!

His heart pounded disorderly and his hand exerted an involuntary force. The glass in his hand was crushed to pieces. The stinging sensation brought him back to his senses in shock. His hand let go and the broken glass fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Blood trickled down his fingers, dripping off the white tiles with a pop. With a tilt of his head, he drank a full bottle of XO.

The night was as dark as ink and his heart grew even lonelier.

He slumped back onto the bed. His eyes closed as he felt the bursts of pain and numbness coming from his hands. The more pain in his hand the better, so he could forget that there was another part of his body that was also in intense pain. The pain in his chest side was even more unbearable!

Even if he won the final victory, even if Brian Hunter was kneeling in front of him at this moment, what would happen? Would he be happy?

He felt bewildered, bewildered about himself, bewildered about the future.

He closed his eyes and smiled bitterly. The night always was getting longer and longer ...

Early in the morning.

Leila woke up from the cold. Her body was shivering, and there were no clothes on her body. She saw a wardrobe in her room. She walked over, opened the door, and saw a woman’s clothes inside. She was stunned and her eyes were a little sour, she was not used to wearing other people’s clothes. She reached out and pulled up the bedsheets. She used the pure white bedsheets wrapped them around her body.

She was stunned as she looked at the clothes in the wardrobe, which were many women’s clothes indeed. It seemed that many women must have come to this house. She wondered why there was a little twinge in her heart when she thought about it...

She turned and walked towards the French windows and looked at the ocean outside. It was so big, so boundless, and there were ships on the sea. She looked at the ships and thought about them having a place to dock, but what about her? Where was the other side of her?

“Is it nice?” A chilly voice suddenly came from behind her. Without looking back, she knew that the person coming was Vincent, and she chose not to take any action.

Vincent slowly approached. His warm palm covered her body without any hesitation as if declaring exclusive ownership. He was so dominant and relentless.

Leila kept silent, knowing that provoking him would end in her misfortune. Especially in a house with a combination lock, she couldn’t get out now.

“Say something!” A cold tone rang out above Leila’s head.

Leila was about to turn and walk towards the bed but who knew that she was grabbed by Vincent and pushed against the French windows. The next moment, he ripped away from her bedsheet and tore off the panties from her body, and the burning heat entered her body mercilessly.

“Ah!” A sudden stab of pain made Leila yelp out. Her face instantly turned pale.

“There will not be next time!” Vincent growled fiercely, “You can only stay by my side.”

Her slender feet entwined around his waist. Both of her hands clutched the curtain, and so once and for all in this shameful position, with her back facing the beautiful sea view outside the window, she endured his dominance, completely emotionless, as by now he was fully clothed ...

From the French windows to the bed, Vincent vented his irritable suffocation in his heart until the person beneath him could not bear it and fainted...

The sound of the water in the bathroom ended and he stepped out with the fresh scent of shower gel. His dark hair was slightly damp and was draped loosely over his noble forehead, giving an impression of decadence. While his limbs bare outside the bath towel were long and strong, exuding masculinity that could not be underestimated.

But then the eyes, as he touched her who are fainting on the bed, became even more vacant!

He looked down at the scar on his chest. She had left a circular bite, a heavy bite that was only going to be a scar for his entire life. This scar cannot be erased and remained on his chest, on the left side of his body, his heart.

He was annoyed to get up early in the morning and treat her like this, but the body that had been screaming all night was such an instinct that he was actually starting to get instinctive with her!

Leila woke up with a set of jeans shirts on the side of her bed. This was her usual outfit, only it was all famous brands, the tags on the clothes hadn’t been picked up yet. She looked around and there was no Vincent around, her body was aching like a ripping pain was invading her. As soon as she looked down and smelled the smell of medicine again, her face instantly turned red.

Because she found that her privates had been smeared with ointment...

She got up and put on her clothes. Her body was in pain and her heart was even more in pain.