Be Your Lover Forever (Alicia)

Who accused her? How many people had wanted to hurt her?

How much injustice had she suffered that she even begged pitifully in her dreams?

That night, Frederick felt an ache roiling in his chest. He could not do anything except to hold her, his heart unable to find peace.

The next day, when Alicia opened her eyes, she felt dizzy and her body ached uncomfortably.

Her thoughts were fragmented as she slowly propped herself up. Her gaze was still sluggish until she saw the marks on her arms and the memories returned.

As if something came to her mind, she threw off the quilt and hopped down the bed.

She rushed to the closet and was dumbfounded. Where was her suitcase? Where was her bag? She remembered that she had everything packed and placed it right here!

She paced around the area and spotted the overflowing trash can. Moving forward, the tom clothing came into sight. Rage sparked in her eyes.

B*stard!

She had just bought those clothes last year! They could still be worn and he had cut them up! Where was her suitcase? Did he throw it away too?

Anger flooding her veins, Alicia turned around just to see Frederick walking in with his phone in hand. Their eyes met and his lips curled into a smile while she shot daggers at him.

"How can you touch my things? Who gave you the right to throw away my clothes?"

Seeing that she had the strength to yell at him, he was delighted. "Those are trash, why shouldn't I throw them away?"

His eyes narrowed when he saw her walking around barefooted in her thin nightdress. "Why did you come out from bed in just this? You're getting messier! Aren't you afraid of catching a cold? Get back to bed!"

back in their places on the shelf. She

suitcase back in its place

the closet and pulled the pink

things again, not giving him

Frederick then grabbed her wrist. "What are you

and wait to entertain your clients again? I'm not that pathetic!" She shook his hand off but felt pangs of pain in

with a weaker tone, regret

"Don't touch me!"

she tried to

filthy person like me dirty the hands of the high and mighty Mr. Clements? F*ck off! I don't want to stay here for even one more second! I hate you, hate you! You're the most shameless man I've ever met! No, you're not a man! We haven't even

only furious but desolate. A man who could not

was looking for someone she could rely on, not someone to push her

and longing disappeared into thin air. As much as she loved him, she would never reduce herself to something

expression changed but he said nothing and held on

bit him. A jarring row of teeth marks appeared on the back of his hand but

him till her jaw hurt, therefore she had to let go and started

forcefully pulled her into his arms. "This was an accident! It

to a single word of his. "I want to go

around her, he felt

"Don't touch me!"

Carson walked in. All that came into his view was a pair of fair, long legs. He froze

underneath. She wanted to push Frederick away but she instinctively turned into his arms the next second.

Frederick reached out and covered her. "Get out!