The Wrong Woman

"Miss, we're here," the driver softly called out after stopping the car.

Candice snapped out of her reverie. She quickly wiped away her tears and took out cash to pay.

"Thank you," she said before getting out.

As the door closed, the cab slowly drove away.

Candice looked up at the brightly lit villa in front of her. She sighed heavily before walking dejectedly toward it.

Just as she approached the large iron gate, a figure suddenly rushed up from behind her. She was shocked when her arm was grabbed. Before she could react, she was yanked to the side of the wall. Candice screamed in shock. Before she could comprehend what was happening, someone kissed her. At that moment, she was dumbfounded. She stared wide-eyed in terror at the face so close to hers. Through the blurry vision, she saw Elio. Finally regaining her senses, she began to struggle.

against her. He pinned her wrists above

her lips

was palpable, and

he got angry, even when he kissed. She

her lips were swollen and aching. She was held so tightly that she could barely breathe. Cold sweat broke out on her back, making her

him that tears streamed down her face. Her body trembled as she

slowly regained his senses. He released her lips and lowered his head to rest against her trembling forehead. Breathing heavily, he closed his eyes and remained

swollen lips, Candice slowly cried out in pain. At that moment, she was still trembling with fear. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the FɪndNøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the

dim yellow streetlight filtered through the trees, casting dappled shadows on

and tear-streaked face. Her lips were swollen from his kiss. She looked so fragile and pitiful that it made his heart ache. Candice was crying, but her hands were still pinned above her head. As she took deep, labored breaths, her tense

choked out, "You... Let

his grip on her wrists. His gaze was dark