I Am An Illegitimate Child With A Legitimate Reason For Revenge-Chapter 58: You don’t have a choice here

The serious look in Ariel’s eyes as she stared at his hand holding onto hers, told Marco she was serious about going home and so he let go of her hand.

"Get home safely." He said and she walked away, giving him no more room to speak.

"Let’s go." Ariel said to the bodyguard who nodded his head, stole a brief glance at the two that were left and followed after her. She smiled victoriously as she strode through the halls till she got to the elevator. "Is he downstairs?" She asked and the bodyguard nodded.

"Yes. The boss is downstairs, waiting for you in the car." He reported and the elevator doors opened. They both got in and she smiled.

"Alright."

After Ariel left them, Marco turned to glare at Clara.

"You." He approached her and grabbed her by the hair. "Do you realise what you’ve done?"

"Ouch. Let go." She squeezed his arm but Marco had no thoughts of letting her go.

"You made Peppa angry and because of you, I couldn’t spend the night with her." He said.

"How is that my business? You have no shame, cheating on me."

"Why would I have any shame? You and I did the same thing when I was still dating that dumb sister of yours." He reminded her. "We screwed around all the time, remember?"

"You... That’s different." Clara flushed in anger and embarrassment.

"Oh yeah? Then what about when you gave me that medicine to give to her." He had a devilish smirk.

"I don’t know what you’re talking about." Clara flatly denied, though her eyes were slightly quivering.

In that lonely hall, who knew what he would do to her? He was a psychopath.

"Oh yeah?" Marco clenched his teeth. "Then let me remind you. The medicine that ruined her only value as a woman. The medicine to make her infertile."

Clara’s eyes widened and she looked around, hoping no one heard that. Luckily, there was no one. She turned back her gaze to face Marco, only to see an unquenchable desire leaking from his eyes.

"You... You gave it to her without any problem so if it gets out. You’re an accomplice. Besides, she’s already dead. You killed her, remember? Who cares if I made her infertile or not?" She slapped Marco’s arm but he just wouldn’t let go of her hair. The strength he put on his arm was just too much to shake off.

"You’re right." He said, leaning his face closer to hers. "Let’s let bygones be bygones and focus on the present."

The lust in his eyes could not be ignored any longer and Clara was getting scared.

"What are you...?"

"Since you drove away my date, I’ll have you replace her and do as I please. After all, we are a married couple." He said.

Clara’s eyes widened. Was he going to force her? He was crazy. He still wanted to have sex even after all that went down just now? No, she didn’t want to do it. He was disgusting and just thinking of how many times he held that bitch, she couldn’t accept it.

"Get your hands off me." She said, hitting his arm harder than before. "Let go. I don’t want to."

"You don’t have a choice here." Marco dragged her by the hair towards the door. He swiped the card and dragged Clara along.

"No. Let go." She struggled and held the door, not wanting to give in by all means. "I’m not going in. I don’t want to be touched by a disgusting freak like you." She said,

"That’s too bad. Because you’re married to this disgusting freak." His eyes curved up and Clara saw the hell she was about to face so she started screaming.

"Someone. Help me. Help..." She was immediately tossed into the room and the doors shut.

The soundproof doors and walls could not let out the screams that her voice let out. Her screams and refusal echoed within the walls but not a single sound slipped to the outside.

And even as she begged, she could see no ending to the torture her supposed husband ment out on her. It was as if he had become a beast in the span of a minute and all he could care about was relieving himself in the available hole before him, not caring if he went too far or hurt her.

There was nothing more important than his thrusts.

Ariel and Raymond waited quietly and patiently in the parking lot.

As if it had been predicted that Ariel would get hurt, Raymond dragged Steve along with him while coming to the hotel.

And as he feared, Ariel had a red bruise on her delicate face.

While Raymond was busy looking through some papers, Ariel was getting her face treated by Steve.

"The drug should be taking effect as we speak." Steve said, referring to the aphrodisiac that had been added to Marco’s wine while he was having dinner with Ariel, before they went to the hotel.

"Hm." Ariel nodded and closed her eyes to accept the treatment. "I didn’t know she’d hit me so fast." She said, "But at the same time, I expected it."

"You shouldn’t expect to get hurt after always getting hurt by them in the past." Steve said as he applied the ointment on her bruised cheek.

"But it hurts more when you don’t expect it." Ariel said with a small smile. "It’s better to expect it and not get too hurt than to... " Her words were immediately interrupted when Raymond, who she thought had been busy, grabbed her by the chin and turned her face to look at him.

"Never." He said as their eyes met each other. "From now on, never expect to get hurt. I do not allow you to expect getting hurt by some low lives. Rather, be the one to hurt them when they least expect it. That’s the proper way to do it. That’s the proper way ’you’ do it."

Ariel was stunned. She didn’t know he had been listening the whole time. Well, he was sitting right there but still... She looked down at the papers he had dropped on his laps and then returned her gaze to him, smiling nicely.

"Yes, Sir."

Steve watched this and couldn’t help but wonder if REALLY his speculation about Raymond’s feelings was accurate. This could not be considered a mere show of sympathy, could it?

Just then, someone knocked on Raymond’s window. White got down and went to the person outside. He was the reporter they had stationed to video the whole ordeal.

White knocked on Raymond’s window which wound down in a second and stretched in a USB drive and said,

"The reporter will wait for your call. But first, he wants you to take a look at the clip and know if you want anything edited."

Ariel gave the USB drive a quick look and looked up at White. She shook his head and said,

"It’s fine." She brushed her hair aside, "I don’t mind. He can post the entire thing. But he shouldn’t forget to add the headlines and captions I talked about." White nodded and went back to the reporter, taking the USB drive with him.

"Are you sure you want to post the entire thing?" Steve asked her and to which her eyes curled up, showing a menacing grin that actively displayed on her lips.

"Of course."