My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 185

"And?" Hendrix's face was cold, and his lips curled with distaste. He looked menacing. "You think that

you now have choices because Aaron had shown up, right? You want to choose someone who will love

and spoil you. So I don't seem to be so important for you, right?"

His words made me feel a surge of anger, and I couldn't help but raise my voice. "Yes! Why is it that

you can be with someone who would reciprocate your feelings, but I must be bound with you?"

Hendrix sneered, and the air went chilly. "Arianna, you're too naive. What are you going to do now?

Divorce me and go live with Aaron? I'll tell you this. Don't even dream about it! You're now pregnant

with my child. Even if you are not, I won't agree to a divorce." "Hendrix, you b*stard!" He never wanted

me to have a peaceful day in my life. He would rather constrain me than let me be happy. My

grievances and tolerance for such a long time almost broke me down.

I swept the lamps and decorations on the bedside table to the ground, destroying them. "If you can do

whatever you want with Andrea, why can't I act at my will? Hendrix, I never wanted this child."

Sure enough, people said mean and horrible things when they were angry.

Hendrix's face turned red in rage. He grasped me tightly and his eyes were malicious, "Don't you say it

again!"

I glared at him, and I couldn't wait to vent all my grievances on him. "I never wanted this child! Did I

make myself clear? I said I don't want this child at all!" Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Sobbing, I raised my hand to hit the baby bump at full force, "He destroyed my life! I never wanted to

give birth to your child. Someone like you don't deserve it!"

"Arianna!" He called me through his gritted teeth, and his eyes were red from anger. "Do you know

what you're talking about?"

Shaking off his hand, I forced a smile. "Of course I do. I know every word by heart!" I screamed in a

broken heart.

I was miserable as though I was stabbed by a knife at the heart. I tried to calm down, "Hendrix, it's okay

if you don't want to divorce me. But don't you ever try to interfere in my affairs in the future."

He squinted his eyes and struggled to control his rage. "Your affairs?"

"If you can do it with Andrea, why can't I go to Aaron?" I said it out of anger.

Then, without warning, I was pushed onto the bed. Hendrix came on top of me, and he choked in a

hoarse voice, "Go to Aaron? What do you want to do with him?"

As he said this, he exerted more strength into his hands, and I heard the sound of fabrics getting torn.

I didn't wear a lot of clothes to sleep, and he had ripped them all apart. He was rude and overbearing.

"What did he do to you? Did he touch you here as I did?"

With that, Hendrix entered me without any petting. It was painful.

I bit into his shoulder hard. I was already dry without proper foreplay, so it was even more agonizing

when he had entered forcefully without anticipation.

"Hendrix, kill me if you dare!" I bellowed as I clutched at his back.

Tears fell from my eyes as the pain was unbearable.

He breathed heavily, thrusting hard into me without any technique nor rhythm. He was venting out his

anger on me. "It's a pity to let you die. It'll only be more interesting if I tortured you bit by bit."

Hearing that, I suddenly realized what I was doing was meaningless. So, I stopped resisting and

loosened my grip on him. Instead, I stared at the ceiling blankly, biting on my lips, and I waited for him

to finish.

Hendrix seemed to have noticed something different, so he stopped his motion. The state I was in

might have reminded him of the incident last time, so he looked down to check the place where we

were connected.

He found nothing out of the ordinary at our bottom parts, but when his gaze fell on my staid face, he

frowned.