Desperate Lovers

"James...... I didn't mean it, James, you have to believe me."

Inside the villa, Angela was on her knees, her face a few shades whiter than the pure white porcelain vase on the table.

Without the lights on, she couldn't see the man's face on the couch at the moment, only the faint glow of the cigarette he held between his fingers, which eventually disappeared a little.

The feeling, like a death sentence waiting to be pronounced, made her even more uneasy.

She looked down at her fingers and froze.

It was still stained with Jessica's blood, which had dried up over time.

This was evidence of her crime.

Without knowing how long it took, he finally stood up, and his tall, slender figure moved closer to her.

"Angela, there's a price to pay for doing something wrong.

Jessica's leg was saved, but she can no longer dance, and why are you...... still alive and thriving?"

The tone was eerie and irritated her.

By the moonlight that spilled in, she could faintly see the man weighing a golf club with his hand.

"I told you I could marry you if you were good.

did you

Hmm?"

voice trailed off, the club fell in a smooth motion, hitting

"Ah!"

and she suffered a hundred

"James...... I didn’t......"

was so frightened that she could only move back a

leg

with cold eyes, "Angela, this leg

this

tightly, shaking like

pick up the phone and dial out, "Tell the Chante family that Angela attempted to

the Chante Group,

laughed softly, so tired; she wondered if everyone was satisfied

Two years later.

cold winter, City B finally

house on the East suburb was open early in

with some trouble with her legs, and she didn't walk very

white snow fell, the woman looked up, ignoring the deep or shallow bruises on

the frequency of buses passing through the stop was

out of luck, as a bus had just left

on the side of the road for two

wearing, she frowned, and the crescent-shaped scar creased at the corner of her