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The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 587

"You think you can tell me what to do? Who the hell do you think you are?"

Marico was the ultimate degenerate—no morals, no humanity, no ethics. He'd cross anyone, fear no one. If things got ugly, he'd pull a knife or a gun, and whoever died was just unlucky.

Hamilton was a scoundrel, but compared to Marico, he was practically a saint.

After his outburst, Marico stuck his hands in his pockets and sauntered over to Natalie and her daughter.

"I saved her for you. How are you going to repay me?"

Natalie had managed to sit up, but her heart was still pounding. She hugged her daughter tightly to calm herself, then looked up at Marico. After a moment, she asked, "How do you want me to repay you?"

Marico knelt on one knee, his eyes still devouring Natalie's face.

"Originally, I wanted to sleep with you."

Natalie's expression hardened. "I won't agree to that."

"You said just now that if I saved your daughter, you'd do anything I asked."

Natalie remembered her words. "Anything but that."

Marico's eyes narrowed. "I also said 'originally.' I don't want to anymore."

He glanced back at Hamilton. "You're his woman, right? I hate him, and I hate women he's slept with. I can't stand the reek of his leftovers."

Marico had a way of speaking that made you want to punch him.

Natalie felt it too, but she couldn't move.

"Take me to the hospital first."

Marico laughed. "You really are crazy. You won't let your man take you, but you're asking me? What are we to each other that you can be so demanding?"

"I'll tell you later," Natalie said, gritting her teeth against the pain.

"Tell me what?"

"I'll tell you what our relationship is."

"Are you playing me for a fool?"

Natalie pressed her lips together. She didn't want to beg Marico, but she could see Hamilton approaching. She'd sooner ask a dog for help than him, so she kept her eyes fixed on Marico.

"You have a mole on your ass."

Marico raised an eyebrow. "You think making up some random…"

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