Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

Chapter 0197

I couldn't remember how I ended up on the bed with Dylan last night... Or maybe I did, I just didn't want to recall it, I couldn't. I feel sore all over. And right now, all I feel is extreme tiredness and a gnawing hunger.

Dylan fucking whoever he really was, was a greedy and insatiable man. It only took not more than twenty minutes after pulling away from me for him to get on top of me again. He kept grinding me like he was some beast, ordering me to keep telling him I loved him. What type of psycho was that?

I actually wished the gnawing hunger was related to my tiredness or even a little something to do with it but no. The louder my cries and fake moans mixed with his loud grunts got, the higher my hatred for him heightened. My hunger for revenge was making me starved and I needed to collect myself before I did something really stupid and get myself killed.

Every touch of his hands on my skin made me want to recoil in disgust. The weight of his body pinning me down was like being smothered by a massive rock. Each thrust felt like a violation, yet I had to feign pleasure to keep up this sickening charade. With every passing minute, I could feel my soul being chipped away bit by bit.

1 also noticed that he hadn't used protection. He usually remembered to use it when he pretended to be Lucas, apart from the times where we weren't acting like rowdy animals. The only thing I was grateful for was that I had an IUD installed before coming to Italy.

it never extended to hating him. I still loved him, I was just angry and sad that he left but he not only leave, he left without so much as an appropriate goodbye. So I was worried that I might not be able to control my sexual desires if I ever found him which might in turn lead to another pregnancy - which I was sure

the thought itself was embarrassing but I had to come to terms with myself and do the needful, Now, it was what

mercy amidst this

'd for this man.

even have the decency to order us some food before he sucked all of the strength

and turned away from him on the bed. Then I quietly rose from my sleeping position and sat at the edge of the bed so I wouldn't disturb him. In truth, I didn't want him to wake up yet because I wasn't ready to hear his commanding voice or see his sickening smirk. I needed this little time alone so that

a handgun - the one from yesterday - hanging cut of the pocket of his jacket on the coat rack. My gaze glued to it and my heart rate quickened, slamming against my chest as it did. Should I pick it up? If I could quietly reach there and grab the gun without waking me up, I would only be a trigger away from ending all

is slightly hurt myself so that I would

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