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.

face, "You're wrong. We're nothing alike, from top to toe. Hendrix is the only

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

appropriate time. His hands however,

I found him shrouded in an aura of strong murderous intent. He seemed prepared for what was to come and the consequences of

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

onto her

get back on her

continued to provoke us, "That's impossible, Arianna, you're not that lucky. You

first child after being assaulted. She had always assumed that Hendrix disliked her because of this. This was how she had developed into the person she was now, there was

situation in the past. She thought that she could finally pull me away from him and convince Hendrix to abandon me. This seemed

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

Hendrix's hand down and looked at Andrea condescendingly. Without uttering another word, I ordered our servants to take her away, "Throw