Chapter 188 Do You Want to Die?
Lotus Hotel, Room 808
Mary lay limply on the large bed, her head spinning and consciousness blurred. She was in no condition to resist.
Joseph stood on the carpet, not rushing over. Instead, he pulled a tripod and a high-def camera out of his travel bag.
Obsessed with photography, he meticulously adjusted the angles, ensuring the camera could capture every inch of the bed and Mary's subtle expressions.
Once he had the camera set up, Joseph brought over a glass of water, added a white pill, and carefully administered it to Mary.
It was such a beautiful night; it would only be interesting with some interaction.
Before long, Mary groaned a few times and struggled to open her eyes.
"Joseph, you bastard."
She regained a bit of consciousness but was still weak and powerless.
"Mary, you're awake? You're so beautiful, so sexy."
Seeing her wake up, Joseph walked over with a wicked smile.
"Do you know, lying on the bed like that, you're simply a perfect work of art.
"Those legs, that chest, those hands, that face, not a single flaw."
"Bastard." Mary's fury was evident, but she was too weak to fight back.
She managed to squeeze out a sentence, "Aren't you afraid of the Smith Family's revenge for treating me like this?"
Joseph's smile was sinister. "As long as I can have you, no price is too high.
"Besides, your parents like me. If they know I had a relationship with you, they'd be happy, not mad."
"And after this, you have no choice but to marry me."
For Joseph, dealing with Charles and Addison was just a matter of fourteen million dollars. If fourteen million wasn't enough, then two sets of fourteen million would do.
And Mary, Joseph knew her prideful nature. Forced into this situation, she would likely swallow her anger to avoid embarrassment.
"Marry you? Dream on," Mary scolded, "I'll make sure you end up behind bars for life."
""Make me?" Joseph laughed indifferently. "With your parents mediating and my prominent status, the police won't care about this.
"Besides, suing me means making it public, announcing to the world that you were forced by me, that you're a tainted woman of the Smith Family.
"Your reputation, the Smiths' reputation—are you willing to throw that away?
"Not to mention, if you sue me, I'll counter-sue. I'll accuse you of trying to get your hands on the Garcia family fortune, and once you fail, you just bited back. I'll also have the middleman testify, saying you were plotting against me."
"In this way, things will get even more chaotic, and few will know the truth.
"I don't know what I might lose, and I don't care. But you will definitely be labeled a bad woman.
Joseph shattered Mary's resistance step by step. "Will you disgrace yourself? Will you disgrace the Smith Family?"
Mary gritted her teeth. 'Truly shameless!'
"Mary, stop resisting. Be my woman, and believe me, you'll be happy."
Joseph smiled as he stood in front of Mary, slowly unbuttoning his shirt.
Mary clenched her fists, seething with anger but powerless to act.
A strange feeling surged from deep within her, and countless faces spun in her mind—faces that were all men.
Though each face was different, their gazes were alike: sinister and malevolent.
Desperately biting her tongue to stay alert, Mary spat out, "Joseph, if you touch me, I swear I'll make sure you die with me."
At that moment, Mary's usually cold and flawless face was flushed with color. Her brows furrowed, and beads of sweat appeared on her skin, her expression a mix of anger and vulnerability.
"Mary, do you want me to come closer?" Joseph noticed her change and pretended to be gentlemanly to provoke her.
His magnetic voice made Mary's body tremble. "Joseph, get out," she tried to keep her voice steady. "I swear, if you touch me, I'll kill you."
"Mary, don't blame me. I just like you too much," Joseph's eyes were fierce. "I don't get it. You've divorced that useless guy, yet not only do you refuse to marry me, but you're also trying to cut ties?"
Mary struggled to shout, "You're despicable."
"Yes, I deceived you at Vocal Vista, and I took credit for rescuing your mom," Joseph stared at her. "But I did all this because I love you. If I didn't love you so madly, how could I have done those things? Can't you see my sincerity at all? Or are you still pining for that loser?"
Joseph's voice in the room was eerie and terrifying.
He was filled with anger toward James. As a billionaire young master, he couldn't deal with James several times. Instead, he was humiliated by James multiple times. Thinking of this, Joseph felt uncomfortable.
"Yes, I'm thinking about James, so what?" Mary provoked him. "No matter how useless he is, he's better than you."
"I admit, James' performance surprised me a bit. Relying on Olivia, he has good relations with a bunch of powerful people," Joseph spoke indifferently. "But in the end, he's just borrowing power, with no real foundation or future. Sooner or later, Olivia will kick him away.
"And I, with a net worth of three billion, can give you a life of wealth and luxury for ten lifetimes."
Joseph's voice turned harsh. "Thinking about James? Are you out of your mind?"
"Whether I'm out of my mind has nothing to do with you," Mary struggled to say. "In my heart, you're not even worth a strand of James' hair. Compared to James, you're the real loser."
She looked at him with contempt. "I despise you."
"Loser?" Joseph, furious, slapped her.
Mary was knocked over, her pretty face marked with five fingerprints.
"Who are you calling a loser?"
Joseph, no longer pretending to be cultured, grabbed Mary's hair and shouted, "Say it, James is a loser."
Mary spat out a mouthful of blood. "You're the loser."
"I'll show you if I'm a loser."
Joseph, enraged, tore off his pants and pounced on the bed like a hungry wolf.
Mary's heart seemed to be falling into the depths of hell. She screamed and moved backward, her left hand touching the bedside lamp, grabbing it with all her might, and smashing it forward.
Joseph's head was hit, a splash of blood blurring his vision.
"Bitch, dare to hit me? I'll kill you."
Joseph, in a rage, slapped Mary hard, leaving her cheek swollen and red.
Mary's head was dizzy, and Joseph pounced on her, choking her neck.
Mary’s instincts kicked in as she struggled with her limbs, but she found it hard to breathe.
It felt like she was on the brink of death.
"Joseph, do you want to die?"
The crazed Joseph was stunned, instinctively turning his head toward the door. Mary's eyes followed, and though the room was dim, a figure cut through the darkness with such presence it was unmistakable.
'James!'
Tears suddenly streamed down Mary's face.
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