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.