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.

We're nothing alike,

me in disbelief. The moment she tried to struggle, she began to choke, as her trachea was

that Hendrix would let go at the appropriate time. His hands however, remained firm and tense until Andrea's eyes

I found him shrouded in an aura of strong murderous intent. He seemed prepared for

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 me to raise our children alone?" Hendrix's expression changed dramatically. He quickly loosened his grip. Andrea lost balance and

onto her neck

get back on her

to give up as she continued to provoke us, "That's impossible, Arianna, you're

that Andrea had her first child after being assaulted. She had always assumed that Hendrix disliked her because of this. This was how she

me away from him and convince Hendrix to abandon me. This seemed to be the only way to ease the hatred she

The moment she fell into depravity and began to harbor her wicked heart, God would never take care of her ever again. It was the same for her

down and looked at Andrea condescendingly. Without uttering another word, I ordered our servants