Desperate Lovers novel Chapter 1

"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.

But why did you mess with Jessica?

Hmm?"

As the man's voice trailed off, the club fell in a smooth motion, hitting straight on her shin.

"Ah!"

He used 100% percent of his strength, and she suffered a hundred times as much pain.

"James...... I didn’t......"

Her left leg was throbbing with pain. She was so frightened that she could only move back a little.

Unfortunately, the injured leg only dangled stiffly, lifeless.

The man threw away the bent club and looked at her with cold eyes, "Angela, this leg is your compensation to Jessica. I keep your alive.

But remember, this debt's not over."

She hugged herself tightly, shaking like a sieve.

Everything in front of her gradually overlapped into darkness, and before closing her eyes, she saw him pick up the phone and dial out, "Tell the Chante family that Angela attempted to kill someone intentionally.