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.

forward and spoke blankly to Andrea's self-righteous looking face, "You're wrong. We're nothing alike, from top to toe.

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

hands however, remained firm and tense until

strong murderous intent. He seemed prepared for what was to come

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

onto her

back on

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

her first child after being assaulted. She had always assumed that Hendrix disliked her because of

experienced a similar situation in the past. She thought that she could finally pull me away from

fell into depravity and began to harbor her wicked heart, God would never take care of her ever again. It

at Andrea condescendingly. Without uttering another word, I ordered our servants to take her away, "Throw her