Goodbye, My Wretched Love! By Dolly Molly

Chapter 13

Sofia tried to break away from Finley’s clutches, but his grip was so tight that it almost broke her wrist.

She didn’t want to stay here for another moment, especially since she was alone with the man in front of her. Blood oozed from the needle’s tip and dripped onto the back of her hand, and Finley let go of her, his eyes narrowed.

“Sofia, don’t think that you can manipulate me into letting you go with that pitiful face. I was ready to let you go three years ago, but I didn’t expect you to keep up with your childish antics and come back to me. Don’t you think it’s ridiculous to try to play hard-to-get?”

Sofia’s jaw slackened, and she looked incredulously at Finley.

He thought she was trying to seduce him?

She laughed bitterly. Avoiding him was futile, but how could he think she was playing hard to get?

She took a deep breath, her head feeling like it was about to split open, and slowly moved off the sofa, simply ignoring Finley and his ridiculous words.

Sofia brushed against him on her way to the door and hadn’t gone more than a few steps when Finley pulled her back, forcing her to face him.

This time, Finley exerted his strength, his fury apparent. Sofia was forced to sit on his knee as Finley tipped her chin

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to force her to look at him.

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Those eyes of hers were beautiful, only they no longer had the lovely spirit they had before and looked gray and desperate.

Finley exhaled a breath and leaned into Sofia’s ear. There were words that he didn’t want to say, but he still said them. This woman had driven him crazy.

“Do you hate me that much?”

Sofia looked steadily at the cold, unfeeling face in front of her and didn’t reply.

Finley sneered. “It’s been three years, and you haven’t matured a bit. You can hate me if you want to,” He said through gritted teeth, holding Sofia’s jaw. “But it was your father who killed my family. You are paying for his actions.”

Sofia was surprised. When Finley sent her to prison three years ago, she knew her family regretted their actions towards the Stewarts, but she didn’t know the reasons behind it.

Now, Finley had revealed that her father had killed his family. Her mind was rattled, and she felt a profound sense of helplessness.

If he had told her that three years ago, she might have been heartbroken, but now she felt numb.

eyes with Finley. “I’ve heard

eyebrow, not understanding how

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jumped from the twenty-eighth floor, and the coroners were appalled by the body. Daisy said that the clean-up crew had a hard

demeanor changed

of her voice was deadpan, and it bothered Finley, a

me my father’s ashes. It was such a small box that I wondered what part of him was

him as The Mr. Campbell. But he ended up as a bloodstain on the pavement. So even if you

My father has paid you

laughed out loud, revealing her first heartfelt smile since she got out of prison,

furrowed brows. It had been three years, but his face was still

same.

in

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felt his breath shorten, his hand trembling at his side. The bright smile on Sofia’s scarred face

the Sofia he once knew, instead of the broken girl who had knelt at

heart. But this

He stopped breathing.

you for the first encounter we had seven years ago and the

do hate you. I’d rather sleep with every man in the world than stay with you for a moment. But I didn’t expect that you

Sofia’s laughter and gritted hist

leaned down, pulled her entire body towards him, and fiercely kissed her lips. He was in a thick web of punishment,

ripped her dress open,

hard she couldn’t breathe, and Finley couldn’t do it anymore. Even

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grabbed Sofia, dragged her to the door, and forcefully pushed her

slammed shut with a resounding thud,

onto the wall, panting and gasping

that this was the only way to get rid of him. She would shatter Finley’s pride and make him utterly repulsed by her. He would never want to touch her

they were both studying abroad, she had met Finley at an off-campus event. It was as if fate had struck her. He had been the only other American in their class, and

into his trap, and she

who set the trap ended up