Nemesis Game novel Chapter 95

When Peyton heard this, her whole body was trembling, as if she was struck by lightning. Her head was blank, and so many thoughts whirled around in her mind.

She snatched the phone in Roan's hand and choked out, "Ruben, what did I do wrong? Why didn't you marry me? How could you..."

Peyton was really crying now, without pretending.

She's always wanted to marry Ruben. But now he said he would not marry her?

Why?

The tone of the person on the other end of the line remained calm as usual, without a trace of emotional fluctuation, "You have done nothing wrong."

"Then why didn't you marry me? You love me." Peyton burst into tears.

After that, the people over there remained silent for a long time. In an instant, all the voices became faint and began to dissipate like the wind.

Finally, Peyton heard Ruben's hoarse and faint voice.

He said, "It's not that you were wrong, but...I was wrong."

This word clearly went out over the phone screen to Peyton's eardrums, as if the needle of a poisonous bee stung carelessly on her nerves.

Severe pain was spreading.

She shed floods of tears.

Was he wrong? What did he do wrong? Why did he say that?

A short word seemed to exhaust all the power in Ruben's body, and his whole person turned into ashes that was about to burn out. As long as a gust of wind blew him, he would be wiped out.

This decision was not impulsive, he had thought about for a long time.

It was not Peyton who was at fault, but him.

If Peyton had not framed Samantha in the Moore family, Samantha might not have gone astray, would not find someone to destroy Peyton, and would not do wrong.

Peyton and he owed her.

He was responsible for it.

"Ruben... I don't agree. I will come to you. You said you want to marry me. You should keep your word." Peyton cried out loudly, "You fell in love with someone else, so you won't marry me, right?"

Ruben's words were like thunder, cutting off all her thoughts. She was like on the abyss.

She always wanted to pretend to be more generous in front of him, so when he went to the set to support Helena, she kept enduring it.

Because she knew that Ruben was not an ordinary person, he would not be controlled by any woman, including her.

He can play with women outside, but she must marry him.

She didn't know if she loved him, or loved his identity and background more.

Perhaps because she knew that she was not the daughter of the Moore family and will be kicked out of the house at any time, she could only marry a powerful person.

Ruben's voice was still low and hoarse but with an inexplicable force, which slammed on Peyton's panic heart.

"It's none of her business." The short and powerful words showed his attitude and determination.

The jealousy and anger in Peyton's heart exploded, "It's none of her business? It's Helena, right! You like her? So you want to give up on me?"

"I have told you it’s none of her business." He said with coldness. For an instant, Peyton turned pale in panic and the tears coursed down her cheeks.

He didn't say any more, and cut off the phone.

This made Peyton's emotions out of control.

Roan was also furious, "Fuck, he thought our family is weak and easily bullied? He doesn't marry you and he falls in love with another woman? That woman is Helena? Ok, I will kill her!"

"Dad, you must help me." Peyton cried and threw her into Roan's arms.

If Ruben will not marry her, it is useless to kill Samantha.

He actually fell in love with Helena.

She can't let it happen. Helena! Helena! She must let Helena pay the price.

She wanted to drive Helena out of the crew and ruin Helena before just because of personal interest, but now she and Helena were completely enemies. She hatred Helena.

She will kill Helena!

"Don't cry. I thought he was angry that I smashed Samantha's ashes." Roan sneered, "Now it seems that he has fell in love with others!"

Till now, Roan still had no sympathy for the dead Samantha.

After all, he thought that Samantha's ashes should be smashed, and even Samantha should die like a dog.

They were Father and daughter. No matter what Samantha had done, the weak blood relationship between them was ruined by Roan himself.

...

Samantha dressed a wound in the hospital. Her arm was broken because of a fracture before, so she dislocated today after she cracked her arm.

Fortunately, she just dislocated.

If her arms fractured, she couldn’t make a film again.

Mateo walked with her wearing sunglasses, taking her medicine in his hand.

"Why are you risking your life to save that fan?" Mateo asked seemingly casually.

Samantha's pace paused, "By instinct. They are children, just used by someone."

There was a hint of appreciation in Mateo's charming eyes, "Sounds like you know who it is?"

Samantha smiled faintly, her eyes full of confidence, "Emilia dare not do this. Whoever wants to kick me out of the crew now is the one who did it."

Luke was the one who made things difficult for her that day. Emilia just took the blame for him, let alone Emilia’s fans.

She can't fight back now, she can’t win Luke.

"Then what are you going to do? Have you been bullied in the crew?" Mateo still looked careless.

She kept silent for a while. Then she looked up and stared into his eyes, and said word by word, "Collect evidence to cut them to the quick.”

Mateo just laughed and patted the top of her hair with his palm.

She was taken aback by his movements and was stunned.

Mateo looked handsome. His charming eyes seemed to be brewing with a spring breeze and drizzle, and it was easy to get people drunk in it.

Ruben was like ice who was cold and ruthless, while Gabriel was like wind who was warm and gentle.

Then Mateo was like a glass of intoxicating sake.

"Even though I know that she had dead, I still feel..." Mateo's eyes were behind the black sunglasses, his Adam's apple rolled. His voice was hoarse, which sounded like he was missing someone. "You look like her very much."

Samantha was chocked, her whole body froze. The hand on the top of her hair was warm like spring, pulling her back to the familiar past overnight.

His sudden sadness depressed her, she asked, "Who am I like?"

Mateo didn't answer her right away, but stared at her indifferently, and lifted her lank hair with his fingers.

His action seemed quite intimate, but not frivolous. Instead, it looked like that they were in the most innocent friendship.

He slowly turned around, and the surrounding lights fell on his slender figure and blurred his figure.

A long time passed.

His hoarse words seemed to be torn apart by a gust of wind, and every word rang in her ears so clearly.

"Samantha."