Love Me Or I Die

CHAPTER 11

He walked in and closed the door. He crossed his arms as he watched the woman sprawled on the bed. Was she waiting for him? He watched for a long time, and in that time, her silhouette was not within his sight. The look in his eyes was so dark and profound that he couldn’t tell whose memory had been imprinted in it.

He turned around and walked into the bathroom.

Lucia woke up, still groggy from sleep. She heard the sound of water and felt something familiar yet strange in the air. It was a calm, faint smell of cologne. She turned around and heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom. He had returned. But she was clueless as to how she should face him.

She wanted to see him and yet she was afraid to.

The door to the bathroom opened. She cowered out of instinct. The only two times that their bodies had united was the most intimate but also the most brutal. The only memory she had was the ripping pain and the truth about losing her ability to be a mother.

The pure masculine scent drifted over. She cowered even more.

Daniel slightly lifted his brow. The woman was afraid of him.

He held her hand in a single grasp and pinned his body down on hers. But she never stopped shivering or cowering.

“Don’t you forget your status. You are to provide whenever I want it.” He gripped her slender wrists. It was so hard that it left bruises on her wrists. If he exerted more strength, it would break her wrists.

Lucia turned her face around. The smell of masculinity raided her face. Little goosebumps appeared on her skin—such sensitive skin.

He brushed his hand gently over her lower body. As he looked at her, there was a look of meekness and honesty to the woman’s face. She seemed so innocent, so pitiful. But no one knew that under such looks, lay such a vicious mind.

“P—please, let me go…” Lucia twisted her head towards him. She knew it was futile, but she kept begging him to stop hurting and tormenting her.

Rolls of translucent tears rolled down her pale face little by little. It flowed with the gradient of her face, and it landed on the pillow.

It was pathetic and helpless.

“You are my wife. I said this before that you are to provide whenever I want it. If you don’t give me what I want, I can always go to others.” he released her hand. Lucia could only rub the pain out of her wrists.

After that, she remained silent. She did not want him to go to other women. Her heart ached so badly by just looking at him hugging another woman. Just the thought of them behaving intimately caused her to have spasms of pain all over again.

He was indeed merciless. He knew exactly what to do to hurt her deeply.

“Do you love me?” he came up abruptly. He held Lucia’s pointed and thick chin. He could see the looks of anguish and love that she had for him in her eyes. Perhaps she wanted to love but couldn’t, or maybe she was afraid to.

“Do you hate me?” He pinned her hands over her head once again. He then looked at the woman underneath him. His handsome and aloof face revealed nothing.

Was it hate? Lucia lightly shook her head. She knew she was cheap, but she had never hated him. She did not hate him because there was too much love.

“You love me that much?” he sneered. Something dark flashed in his eyes, but she missed it.

He placed his huge palm on her face, and he could almost feel the soft trembling of her body. She didn’t hate him but feared him.

The scent of masculinity became stronger. She could only helplessly shut her eyes as the hands that had pinned her own above her head tightly clenched.

There was a light sensation on her lips, and it made her weak in her knees. It startled her, and so she stared at him in disbelief.

He was kissing her—oh so gently.

“Focus, woman.” He put his hands over her eyes to prevent her from seeing. However, the fluttering kisses he gave her all the more amplified.

He looked down at her. A sliver of iciness flashed across his eyes.

He adjusted his body over her, putting just an ample amount of weight on her—not too heavy and not too light. He let go of the hand covering her eyes, revealing a pair of extraordinary eyes.

Just like the new moon, her eyes were as clear and as bright. It occasionally shimmered, with a ripple of misty, pearly. More so, her sleek eyebrows and petite lips gave her a perpetual look. When he pulled away from her lips, she could only bite her lips again. It made her feel embarrassed and sad.

It was just a kiss—just a simple kiss—yet he ignited sparks of love and lust in her. It was so gentle she wanted to cry.

He could treat her cruelly, but please, he can’t be as gentle as he currently was because she couldn’t imagine the cruelty that would come after it.

Her eyelashes fluttered constantly and brightly. It was undeniable that the woman had skin as white and as pure as snow. Her bones were as slender as bamboo shoots. Everything was perfect, making even Daniel, who was used to beauties, feel something different towards her.

Since she was his wife, she should fulfill his needs. To put it simply, she was but a maid in his house—a woman to warm his bed.

“Do you love me or not? Tell me!” He bit her petite earlobe and remotely looked at her. He wants her to be crazy over him and reveal her true ugly colors. Lucia slowly opened her eyes, eyes that looked as if someone had drowned her. She looked intently at the man in front of her, and his eyes were void of expression like the usual.

“I love you… I really do…” Her lips lightly trembled. A transparent teardrop fell from the corner of her eye, and it was almost as if it pierced through Daniel’s extremely cold and hardened heart. It made his black eyes narrow a little, but only just for a second.

But her unregretful expression made him laugh, it was cruel and cold.

“You’re really sly.” His cold words made her face, which had just gained color, pale again. The cruelty that came after the gentleness made her face that had gained color, pale again.

She tightly clutched the bedsheets under her. Her face was deadly pale, with only a bitter smile barely hanging on her lips. It was heartbreaking.

She only bit her lips as she tried so hard to accept all of him, and it was all because she dearly loved him and only him. Even if he was heartless, even if he was cruel, she would still love him, regardless. She had forgotten how many years she had loved him.

He had no idea how much time had passed. He rolled off from her body for the woman had already fainted from his torture. He suddenly held his hand out but resisted his urge to touch her pure, snow-white face. He stood up and walked into the bathroom. He did not use protection as he had already taken away her right to conceive his child.

Under the hot water, the man’s features were more somber. He harshly reached his hand out to hit the wall, for he had taken pity on her. If not, he would have really torn her body apart again. He felt a strange desire, and it made his blood go cold.

No, that’s not it. He coldly laughed. He just didn’t want her to die so soon.

He put on his clothes and walked out. He narrowed his eyes, staring at the woman huddled on the corner of the bed. After a short silence, he walked over and covered her bruised and battered body with a blanket.

He did not like sharing a bed with a sick person, for he did not want to get infected.

He stood up. His lips curled up into a bland smile, but he raised his head to look at the picture hanging on the wall. The Sophia in the picture was smiling so sweetly that it made his heart sting with endless hate and perpetual pain. If it wasn’t for her, his Sophia would not be dead.

He walked out in big strides.

Lucia’s eyelashes softly fluttered. A soft breeze passed through the curtains, blowing softly…

In the darkness, the man’s scent became closer and closer, then it grew farther, all in an instant.

 She reached her hand out.

The door closed at that moment.

When they interacted, they never knew how much they had let each other pass them by.

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It was another morning. Lucia tiredly sat up. Her long lashes fluttered softly, and there were dark circles under her eyes.

She put her hand on the other half of the bed. The pillow had no sign of being slept upon, and the bed did not have his warmth. She bitterly laughed. What was she expecting? He didn’t even sleep there last night.