The Billionaire Alpha’s Contract Lover

Chapter 1582
Now, looking at Eric, who was dead beyond recognition, there
was a voice that keeps asking her:
Eric, was it deserved for you to die?
Whose fault was his mistake?
Wasn’t it her who liked Eric first?
Wasn’t it her who pursued Eric and tried every means to get close
to him?
Didn’t he have a reason to not like himself, to despise himself, and
to hate himself?
He already hated them because her aunt was a mistress and the
one who drove his mother to jump off the building. With such a culprit by her side, taking away the fatherly love that should have
belonged only to him, he despised her. Isn’t that justified?
If we talked about grievances, we had to blame the shameful behavior of the elders, which caused a lifelong psychological shadow for the younger generations, following them throughout
their lives.

If Eric’s resentment originated from the elders and then vented
onto her, then her resentment started from Eric sending someone to gang-rape her. It’s a cycle of cause and effect.
So, if there was a beginning to grievances, there must be an end. Their end was her revenge on Eric, making him fall in love with her.
Initially, he didn’t love her, but she dragged him into hell.
If she hadn’t made Eric fall in love with her in this way, then Eric wouldn’t have bothered her. The final result between them might
have been indifference. How could it have come to this?
But with the existence of cause and effect, she still dragged him into hell. Since she descended into hell, there would inevitably be
no good outcome, only this kind of ending.
It’s just that Stella felt that her hatred has finally been relieved, and
she could finally laugh out loud. Retribution was not delayed, Eric,
it was your turn to die. But at this moment, she couldn’t say it out
loud.
She stared blankly at Eric’s bloodless body, recalling the first
time she saw him. She was wearing faded clothes, holding a dirty
little suitcase, standing in the living room, looking around at the magnificent surroundings, and then seeing Eric coming down.
from the escalator…
He was wearing a small white suit, black leather shoes, meticulously combed hair, and a clean and delicate face without a
hint of a smile…
Stella came from a small county town and had never seen a pup of the same age like this before. She felt that this pup in front of her exuded nobility from head to toe, with a touch of resentment and unruliness in his eyes. Although he was only seven, it was as if he had hidden a lot of grievances, staring coldly at her…
At that time, Karen pushed her from behind, saying, “Stella, quickly call Eric brother…”
Stella saw Eric’s obviously unfriendly gaze, feeling a bit scared, but still timidly called out, “Eric brother…”
Eric didn’t even bother to respond to her. He just walked into the
dining room on his own. Stella saw that as soon as he sat down at
the table, two ser vants immediately came forward to serve him.
Stella thought to herself that young masters are all spoiled.
There’s nothing special about them. But when she saw him, at such a young age, calmly wearing sterile gloves and pushing through the crowd to save an elderly person with a sudden illness,