Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 522

She was about to scream when she heard the door lock, but a large hand covered her mouth. She dropped her phone on the ground. At this moment, she was frozen in fear. The lights were off so she could not see the man’s face. All she knew was there had been too many stories of break-ins in the news, and none of them ended well. She remembered that she did not have a lot of money on her. She had a few thousand credits on her credit card but did not want to hand it over. Would the intruder fly into a rage and kill her if she refused to give him money?

The man flung her toward the living room couch. She could smell the heavy stench of alcohol on his body. She fearfully clutched the back of the couch to steady herself and seized the opportunity to bite the man’s arm. The pain forced him to release her mouth, and she cried out, “I don’t have any money! Let me go! I can give you a card number, and I’ll borrow some money tomorrow and send the money to you. Don’t kill me!”

Strangely, the man did not move nor did he reply to her. She thought that, perhaps, he was reconsidering and calmed down. “A woman my age lives from paycheck to paycheck. How can I possibly have any money? If you’re planning a robbery, you’ve got the wrong person… And I’m not that pretty either so taking advantage of me really isn’t worth it. Please let me go…”

Still no answer. Her mind was racing with ways to break free from his evil clutches. She had dropped her phone on the ground when she was pushed in and was not sure if the video call was still ongoing since the phone was connected to her headset, and she could not hear anything. The door was right behind the man. He had been drinking so he might not be completely sober. All she needed to do was distract him before running to the door to scream for help. She was not certain if it would work, but she had to try…

At the moment she was about to put her plan into action, the man suddenly pressed himself against her body and said in a deep voice, “Do I really look like a thief? Or a robber?”

She stiffened and caught a whiff of Mark’s faint cologne mixed with the stench of alcohol. She had been panicking and did not notice this. She had been completely mistaken!

She returned to her senses and angrily pushed him away. She wanted to switch on the light. The switch was located near the door so she rose to her feet. As soon as she took two steps forward, he pulled her back to him and pushed her down onto the couch.

He planted his lips on her mouth before she could even protest. The hot and humid air suffocated her, and she frantically tried to push him away.

At that moment, her entire mouth was filled with the taste of him. The heady smell of alcohol made her head spin.

Based on the force he had used, he was drunk, very, very drunk. She simply could not fight him off.

With the woman he had been longing for pressed underneath him, how could the drunken Mark possibly stop now? All he wanted to do was indulge in his own desires, hold her, and never let her go…

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Meanwhile, Tiffany, who was still on the video call, was panicking. She did not get a response from Arianne and was just about to call the police when she heard a strange but faintly discernible noise. The camera was pointed toward the ground so she could not see what was happening. However, she knew what those noises were. Was… was that Mark’s voice?

She was now beginning to wonder if she should end the call. What if she ended up overhearing something that she should not have? That would be weird and completely awkward…