My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

"Arianna Reid!" A furious voice thundered from the restaurant's entrance.

I did not look over at Hendrix. So what if he was angry? At least, I was not like them. They loved to stab people behind their backs but I would never stoop so low. After saying what I had to say, I turned to leave the restaurant. I brushed past Hendrix and he suddenly grabbed my wrist. In a flash, I lost my temper and bit him. Initially, I had thought that he would let me go. However, he picked me up and threw me into the car roughly before starting the car.

He drove recklessly. It was a bumpy ride and I felt the urge to vomit.

Fortunately, the car pulled over soon. Before I could feel relieved, he immediately dragged me into the villa.

Hendrix was in fury. He strode to the bedroom with me.

"Bang!" The door slammed behind me and the sound echoed throughout the villa.

"Hendrix, let go. Are you even a man?" I panicked and did not think before I ran my mouth.

He sneered. He seized my neck and made me shut up, glaring at me fiercely. "You think I'm not a man? That I have a mistress and disgust you?"

He tightened his grip and his dark eyes narrowed. His voice was impossibly cold as he seethed, "Arianna, you've really surprised me."

He was pressing on my windpipe and I could not breathe. I tried to kick him with my feet. Even if I could not speak, I did not want to admit defeat. Even if he choked me to death, it was better than continuing to live so miserably.

Our gazes met and the air was still..

A few moments later, I could no longer breathe. My brain was deprived of oxygen and I became dizzy. Only then it occurred to me that he was trying to strangle me!

Abruptly, he let go of me. As soon as he released his hold, he bent over and pressed his lips against mine, stopping me from breathing.

I could not move. I was so angry that my chest was heaving. "Hendrix, what could you do? A man like you can only take pride in bullying women.'1

He scoffed upon hearing this, and his murky eyes were glowing dangerously.

I became frantic again as I stared into his aggressive eyes. I muttered in a trembling voice, "Hendrix, you can't do this to me!"

Hendrix placed his hands on my sides and his lips approached mine.

I frowned in pain and exclaimed hurriedly, "Hendrix, you'll regret this!"

He paused for a moment before hissing in a hoarse voice, "Be quiet and I'll be gentle!"

Son of a b*tch!

I broke down. The stress that had been accumulating exploded at once.

Tears rolled down from my cheeks uncontrollably. I began sobbing softly and then gradually wailed loudly. I couldn't care less about Hendrix's feelings.

Finally, he halted his actions and comforted me in a hushed voice. The more he spoke, the louder I cried.

In the end, he had no choice but to hold me in his arms to coax me. He tried to sweet-talk me and threatened me but to no avail.

I could not stop bawling my eyes out. Thus, he could only hug me and let me cry as much as I wished.

After a long time, my voice became hoarse from crying and my tears dried up. Then, I became quiet.

"Had you cried enough?" he asked.

I did not speak. My eyes hurt and I could not open them. I did not want to talk to him either.

"Four years ago, I sent my grandfather to the southwest border because he wanted to visit his old comrade. On the way, we met a group of desperadoes." Hendrix embraced me and suddenly spoke. His voice was weighed with a kind of sorrow which I had never heard of.

I did not know what he was trying to tell me, hence I remained silent and let him speak. I listened as he continued, "The resources were scarce near the border and everyone was poor. Back then, several countries near the border were at war. In order to seek shelter, those desperadoes broke into the old comrade's house. They threatened us and told us to take them into the country. Those were hard times and illegal immigrants were not allowed to enter the country. My grandfather was a veteran and he protected the country for decades. Naturally, he wouldn't break the law. He would rather die than to follow their orders. However, they were desperadoes after all. When my grandfather refused them, they wanted to kill us. My grandfather's old comrade sacrificed himself to save my grandfather and me."