There was no panic on her thin little face. She even turned her eyes to the TV, calmly watching Macey’s slutty expressions. She looked very calm as she swept her grown bangs behind her ears. Her beautiful eyes were quiet and peaceful. There was no arrogance, no stubbornness or weakness that he thought would be there. Her eyes looked calm and deep like the night sky. They made him feel at ease when he looked into them. His indescribable irritation also went away.
Instantly, just as Vincent felt something touch his heartstrings, the next second the feeling was replaced by his usual indifference.
“Vincent, you know that I will not be able to stop caring about my sister because I owe it to my aunty. If you want to take advantage of me, my only weakness is my mother’s happiness. But what would you take advantage of? I am just a woman. I have nothing else but my body. You also know that my father doesn’t care about me and always prioritizes his career, so you can’t use me to threaten him. If you want to threaten him then post this video, ruin his reputation and my sister’s life. I think you still have a trace of kindness left in your heart. Even if hatred has made you blind, you still can’t bear to post it. Otherwise, you would have posted it at the beginning instead of waiting until now, right?”
Vincent frowned. His gaze locked on her eyes.
“If you only want me, then go on ahead and take me!” Leila’s voice was still soft. She lowered her gaze gently and slowly unbuttoned her shirt. The corners of her red lips were raised in a beautiful arc vaguely. Some things couldn’t be faked or imposed, like dignity. The more she wanted to keep it, the more others were going to trample on her. It was better to throw everything she had to him so she would suffer less.
Leila looked different. Vincent looked at Leila in front of him suspiciously. She still had her slim body and her pale face, but inexplicably, something seemed to have changed within her bones. There were less sadness and inferiority, and more peace and strength.
Leila slowly unbuttoned her last button and the shirt gently slipped on the ground. “If you want my body, then I will give it to you now!”
Vincent stared at her vaguely. Seeing her with only a bra covering her upper body, he blinked.
Her body which was exposed to the cold made her hands feel cold. Her body also became colder as the chill spread to her heart.
“Do you want to please me with your body?” He raised his eyebrows.
Leila trembled slightly and looked at him. Her eyes were emotionless, “Can I please you? In this world, maybe you can only be pleased after getting your revenge successfully.”
Her words were calm but they went straight into his heart.
“Then moan for me just like Macey!”
Leila shook again, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. She glanced at the screen to see her sister being pressed into the bed and moaning loudly.
“No, I can’t moan!” She couldn’t moan like that even to save her life.
He asked her to be like her sister. She felt humiliated.
“Don’t you want to learn how to be a whore? How would it feel good if you act like this?”
“I am not a whore!” She retorted in a rough voice.
“In my eyes, you are not even a whore!” He lit a cigarette, feeling even more depressed. He had humiliated her, humiliated the Hunter family, but why did he feel even more vexed?
‘Treat it like you can’t hear it!’ Leila’s heart was bleeding.
Leila told herself. Macey’s moans mixed with the man’s grunts penetrated her ears so clearly. She could just grit her teeth and try to keep her eyes open helplessly. Then, she reached out and unfastened the belt of her jeans.
She still had the hickey that he left on her body last night. She did not lower her head, instead, she looked at him calmly and patiently. Then she moved closer to him and wrapped her arms around his neck.
Vincent didn’t move. Suddenly, he pulled her hands off and said in a deep voice, “Take it all off!”
Leila suddenly stiffened, biting her lips. She moved her hands behind her back and unclasped her bra. Her teeth sunk deeper into her lower lip but she stubbornly refused to bow her head. Finally, even her bra was off.
At this moment, she knew that she had trampled on her dignity herself, but she was helpless, “Is it okay now? Are you satisfied?”
She looked at him and saw a fire blazing in his eyes.
“Should I be satisfied with just this?” Vincent asked in a cold voice, agitated by her question. Yet, there was annoyance and frustration on his cold and indifferent face.
“Then, what else do you want?” Leila laughed self-mockingly. Her soft white hands clenched nervously as she saw the fury and despise in his eyes. Her heart was full of anger, but having seen the TV screen behind her, she knew she couldn’t get angry otherwise all of her previous efforts would be lost.
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the writing is quite childish, but maybe it's just the translations...