Chapter 121 What Gives You the Right to Tear Up My Photo
The photo in her hand got snatched away by a big hand.
Raymond glared at her and, with a ripping sound, tore the photo in half.
"Why tear my photo? Give it back!" Margaret freaked out and stood on her tiptoes, trying to grab the photo from him.
Seeing her so worked up over the torn photo, Raymond's anger spiked. "You like it that much? Is this Daniel?"
"Give it back! Raymond, you have no right to tear my photo!"
Margaret tried to snatch the torn pieces from his hand.
He suddenly pushed the window open, and a gust of cold wind blew in, messing up her beautiful curly hair.
Her hair brushed against Raymond's face, and he was momentarily stunned.
"Give it back!" Margaret was on the verge of tears.
Raymond tossed the pieces of the photo out the window.
The photo fell like a broken-winged butterfly, spiraling down in despair.
Then he shut the window.
Margaret cursed, "Bastard."
She bolted towards the door, planning to go downstairs to pick up the pieces.
But Raymond's big hand grabbed her waist tightly. "Haven't you had enough dates?"
"Raymond, you jerk! Let me go!"
Margaret yelled in anger, biting his wrist until she tasted blood. Enraged, Raymond threw her onto the bed and pinned her down.
"Raymond, you jerk! You bastard, let me go! Why treat me like this?" Margaret cursed, flailing her arms and legs.
Raymond was about to kiss her when she slapped him.
The slap landed squarely on his handsome, ice-cold face.
His face turned red instantly, and he grabbed her wrist, making her scream in pain. "Why? Listen up, because we're still married, and you're the daughter of my enemy Marlon, you have to atone for his sins. Is that reason enough?"
Margaret bit his hand again, her untrimmed nails digging into his skin, leaving bloody marks.
Raymond was driven mad by Margaret. Not only did she cheat on him, but she also tried to piece together the photo he had torn!
Did she think he was dead?
Who gave her the nerve to play him like this?
Raymond grunted, tore off his tie with his other hand, and despite Margaret's resistance, he twisted her hands behind her back and tied them tightly with the tie.
Margaret's hands were completely immobilized, and Raymond tore her clothes off and threw them on the floor.
She felt like a dying fish, making one last, hopeless struggle.
She could only curse, "Raymond, you're heartless! You're worse than a jerk! If I had known you approached me for revenge to destroy the Hughes family, I would never have fallen for you!
"How could I ever love a heartless, ungrateful man like you? Go to hell! Raymond, go to hell, you are destined for a bad end! You will go to hell!
"Even if I die, I will haunt you as a ghost, I will cling to you, so you can't even be a ghost!"
Margaret broke down, crying and kicking him to the floor.
She struggled to sit up, trying to use her mouth to untie the tie binding her hands.
But then he straddled her legs and carried her to the bathroom.
There was a big full-length mirror in there.
Margaret seemed to know what he wanted to do and started to struggle.
But his big hand pressed her down firmly, making it impossible to escape.
As he made love to her, he used his watch-wearing hand to forcefully grip her chin, making her look at herself in the mirror.
"Margaret, look at how I humiliate and force you."
He was ruthless, and she felt tortured.
Margaret's tears of humiliation and despair flowed uncontrollably. "Raymond!"
"Margaret, this is my final warning. My patience is running thin, so stop throwing tantrums! Remember the terms of the contract! You will never be with another man in this lifetime; you could only be tormented by me until you die!"
Seeing Margaret's angry and helpless expression, he seemed very satisfied. "You wanted to make a deal with me. You have no right to back out now! If I find out you're close to Daniel again, it won't just be about Marlon's medical bills! I'll kill him!"
As he said this, his body shuddered.
Then he quickly withdrew, tossed her aside, got dressed, and slammed the door as he left.
Margaret was left in disarray, her skin covered in light scratches. She slid down the wall, hugging her knees, her eyes closed, and large tears fell.
They landed on her hands and knees.
She didn't want to continue this humiliating life for another day!
But fate had left her no way out. Ever since she fell for him, ever since she married him, her fate had been sealed in a dead end, with no way out.
She regretted it so much, regretted falling for an orphan from a poor background.
At the same time, she felt so tired. Fortunately, she had a terminal illness, so she wouldn't live much longer. Otherwise, these days of swallowing her pain would be hell.
She wanted to die but couldn't. What would happen to Nancy? Marlon was still unconscious, and the Hughes family was under scrutiny, with many waiting to tear it apart.
No matter how much Raymond tortured her, she had to keep going.
Margaret wiped her tears. Suddenly, the phone in the main bedroom rang.
She stood up, her knees numb from squatting too long. Limping to the main bedroom, she picked up the phone. It was Daniel.
Daniel was in Raymond's danger zone.
But she thought, Raymond had already left, maybe Daniel really had something important.
After hesitating, she answered the phone. "Daniel, what's up?"
Daniel said, "I've been thinking, and I want to tell you something about Raymond. I think he cares about you. He doesn't hate you as much as he shows."
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