My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Andrea grabbed his arm and slapped it twice, indicating for him to let go. But he didn't.

Her face flushed red. She could probably hold her breath for ten seconds at most. She would be begging for her life soon.

However, things didn't go as I had hoped.

When Andrea was at her limit, she became even more furious. She wanted to irritate Hendrix even more. She provoked him with a smile, she was barely holding on as she said, "It seems like I've poked you in your sore spot. You didn't want me. You'd rather be someone unclean. Hendrix, you b*stard..." Her words trailed off as she gasped.

Hendrix's eyes flashed coldly. The veins on his hands bulged, he was exerting way too much force. Like a deadly viper, he was slowly squeezing out ever bit of life she had.

I didn't care if Andrea lived or died, but I wasn't going to let Hendrix do anything to would jeopardize his freedom.

The things Agustin said had made him delusional. Maybe he had prepared to commit a heinous act, but no one else knew Hendrix better than me. This

I was certain.

wrong. We're

turned to look at me in disbelief. The moment she tried to struggle, she began to choke, as

thought that Hendrix would let go at the appropriate time. His hands however, remained firm and tense until

I found him shrouded in an aura of strong

hesitating, I rushed over, pulled at Hendrix's arm and raised my voice as I tried to snap him back to reality, "Hendrix! Let go! If she dies, you'll be in trouble. Do you want

held onto her neck

to get back on

as she continued to provoke us, "That's impossible, Arianna, you're not that

because of this. This was how she had developed into the

the past. She thought that she could finally pull me away from him and convince Hendrix to abandon me. This seemed to be the only way to ease the hatred she

forgotten something. The moment she fell into depravity and began to harbor her wicked heart, God

condescendingly. Without uttering another word, I ordered our servants to take