Chapter 87 The Angry Marco, Uncontrolled Sex, and Sad Me

Elena Garcia's POV:

I really didn't want to get into this bet with Leonardo because I didn't get what it was all about at first.

"Marco," I called out as he walked towards me, but he acted like he didn't hear me.

He grabbed my wrist with one hand and clutched Leonardo's collar with the other, glaring at him. "What are you trying to do with Elena, you jerk?"

"Hey, chill out! We're in public," Leonardo said, pushing Marco's hand away and fixing his collar.

Leonardo stayed calm, even with Marco fuming, which showed he didn't take Marco seriously at all.

Marco was losing it. "Damn it, Leonardo, if you have a problem with me, come at me directly. Stop using these dirty tricks to get close to Elena!"

Marco's grip on my wrist tightened, and it hurt.

I let out a painful hiss, but for the first time, he didn't notice.

"You're hurting her," Leonardo reminded Marco.

Marco quickly loosened his grip and looked at me apologetically, but he still didn't let go, which annoyed me a bit.

"Marco, I'm not Caesar. I don't lash out at innocent people. If I wanted to deal with you, I'd be more direct," Leonardo continued, not scared of Marco's suspicions. "So my reason for approaching Elena has nothing to do with you."

Leonardo's words made Marco angry but also made him think.

Leonardo's gaze was always on me, focused and gentle. His answer made me curious. He helped me out with Caesar and invited me to dance.

Honestly, I had always wondered if his approach was because of Marco.

Under my gaze, Leonardo spoke, "Elena, your eyes remind me of my wife. I was honest from the beginning. I hope that didn't offend you."

It didn't offend me. Albert had mentioned Leonardo and his wife to me, but I had mistaken Leonardo's words for a pickup line.

But as he reiterated his reason, looking into his eyes, I realized Leonardo might be telling the truth. Some of his actions made sense.

And any girl, including me, would be touched by his deep feelings in the face of such an explanation.

Even if I had been wary of him before, his honesty made it hard for me to hold any grudge.

"It's okay," I replied thoughtfully. "Thank you for your honesty, Leon. I'm sorry for bringing up some sad memories for you."

"No, you remind me of the happy times with my wife," Leonardo replied with a smile in his voice. "I hope what I said while dancing didn't make you too uncomfortable. I just wanted to spend more time with you. And I hope you don't forget our bet."

Bet? I thought for a moment and then remembered it, but I still had no interest in agreeing to it.

As I was about to reject the bet, Marco probably felt ignored and tightened his grip on my wrist.

Marco seemed unable to stay in this place any longer, pulling me by the wrist to leave the party. I stumbled, trying to keep up with his pace. "Marco?" I called him, trying to make him calm down a bit.

But Marco didn't stop.

I turned back, unable to make a polite farewell.

Marco brought me to a suite, probably his resting room. Once inside, he questioned me angrily, "While being taken away, you still looked back at him. Do you want him to help you and keep you here?"

He pushed me onto the bed, buried his head in my neck, and bit my skin lightly.

"What are you doing, Marco!" It made me uneasy. I tried to break free but couldn't.

I felt a sharp pain in my neck as Marco bit down hard.

"Why did you accept Leonardo's invitation to dance? Why did you choose Leonardo? You even called him Leon." Marco's words were full of anger as he restrained my movements and licked the bite marks he had just made.

The pain was so intense it brought tears to my eyes. I tried to explain, but Marco wasn't listening.

"You even made a bet with him. What is it?" Marco demanded, his anger boiling over.

He was furious about Leonardo's attitude and my choice to dance with him, making the atmosphere unbearable.

But then, in a broken voice, he pleaded, "Elena, please, don't do this to me."

His desperate plea softened my heart. I felt a mix of anger and sadness—anger at Marco's lack of trust in me, and sadness over how it all started.

As Leonardo said, Marco hadn't explained his current relationship with Sara. He was fixated on my acceptance of Leonardo's invitation and couldn't accept Leonardo's explanation.

Marco shouted, "Leonardo is lying! Even if he's not, his purpose in approaching you is to make you his mistress, a stand-in for his late wife. He went mad after she died!"

"You can't say that about Leon! He didn't want me as a mistress. Your words are disrespectful to both Leon and his wife!" I scolded Marco.

He was jealous, but he shouldn't say such rude things out of anger!

No girl liked to be seen as a stand-in by her lover. I believed Leonardo saw his wife's shadow in me, but that was just his longing for his late wife, not any ulterior motive towards me.

The mistress speculation was offensive.

"Really? Do you really think so? Elena, why are you always so quick to trust others? You're even defending him now." Marco looked at me with anger and sadness.

I realized we couldn't have a conversation anymore; anger was about to consume my reason.

"Defending? Do you think I'm defending him? Marco, if you doubt my explanation, it's okay. But do you know why I wanted to leave the party suddenly?" I bit my lip. "That girl is Sara, right? She was your fiancée. Do you still have feelings for her?"

Marco denied it loudly, "I have no feelings for Sara! I never liked her!"

"Really? Then why didn't you push her away?" I stared at Marco.

Our eyes were filled with sadness and doubt, my heart felt like it was being torn apart. I realized that beneath our sweetness, there was a hint of doubt about our relationship.

Marco explained it was because Sara's father was present, and he needed the support of her father in the family, but this explanation no longer convinced me.

Especially after Leonardo's words made me realize I was a "hidden" lover.

Marco couldn't make our relationship public, which was a form of protection. Leonardo said that it gave others a chance to approach me. But to me, it also gave many girls a chance to approach Marco.

We were like secret lovers, our sweet moments together making us forget all our troubles.

But when we stood under the spotlight, unable to hold each other's hands, we couldn't gain any sense of security from each other.

"Elena, why don't you believe me?" Marco kissed me fiercely.

And that was exactly what I wanted to ask. I kissed him back just as fiercely.

We were like beasts tearing at each other, blood and tears flowing together.

Marco tore off my dress, his kisses following the bite marks on my neck.

I clawed at his shirt, tearing it off and leaving marks on his back with my long nails.

One of my nipples was bitten hard, like a punishment, while Marco's hand roughly kneaded the other.

"Marco, you bastard!" I cried, hitting his back.

But the next second, he thrust his penis into my vagina.

I moaned, glaring fiercely at the man I deeply loved but who shattered my heart.

He finally calmed down a bit after entering me.

He started to hold me gently, planting kisses on my ears repeatedly while apologizing. He whispered his love for me over and over in my ear.

I bit my lip, suppressing my moans, not knowing how to respond.

When it was all over, Marco lowered his head, trying to kiss my forehead.

I instinctively turned my head away.

In our gazes, we both knew something was wrong. A conflict we couldn't resolve for now, like a thorn firmly lodged in our hearts.