Yvonne West was smart and had a strong working ability. After her father's death, she was so sad that she was coaxed by a wily man. This man treated her very well when after her father's death. In a reward, she married him and could even donate her kidney to save him. But before her accidental death, she finally knew it was trickery. She was used by that man to attack Simon Griffiths the man who loved her deeply and would even like to devote his life to her. Maybe God sympathized with Yvonne. She was alive again. This lifetime, she swears to find Simon. She swears to love him, protect him, and make him happy the whole life.
On the highest floor of the Holt Group Building in the downpour, lightning made the outline of Simon Griffiths in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass door on the balcony gloomier.
Yvonne West knelt before Simon. Although Simon's expression was as gentle as ever, the ruthlessness deep in his eyes made her eyelashes tremble.
Holding her newborn daughter, who had no strength to cry, Yvonne kowtowed to the man.
The sharp pain in her stomach made her feel a sword stuck in her stomach.
"Simon, Joy is our child. The blood in the blood bank is only enough for one kid. Ann Thomas's child is not yours. If you save her child, our baby will die!"
Her voice trembled. She could do nothing to stop her tremor and spasm, and she bowed like a dying shrimp.
Some time ago, to raise money for her mother, she donated a kidney to Simon after giving birth to a girl. She endured severe pain and came here to beg the man. Would he agree to her request?
With expectations and pleading, Yvonne's breathing was shaking. However, Simon's mouth was stained with a hint of mockery, and he slowly approached the woman.
"Our child? During this year of marriage, I feel sick even when I touch your hair. Do you think I can make you pregnant? Or..." He walked straight to the desk behind Yvonne, then walked back to her front, holding a piece of paper in his hand.
"Do you think I will touch a woman who was divorced from Kenneth Holt, a woman he has touched countless times?"
He raised his hand and threw the test report on Yvonne's head. "This is the DNA test of your child and Kenneth Holt!"
Yvonne's pupils contracted, and she picked up the file. After only one glance, she felt her throat pinched by someone's hands tightly.
"This... this report must be fake. Simon, this is your child. Can only my death make you believe me?"
"Yvonne," Simon stroked his eyebrows, shook his head, and laughed in a low voice. "I will get the Holt Group from Kenneth soon. It's okay to tell you now, your child belongs to Kenneth. I know he loves you deeply. That's why I approached you and asked you to marry me. To hold him at bay, I personally sent you, drunk, to his bed that night. I endured everything and watched you give birth to the child just to threaten him. Although I am an illegitimate child in the Holt Family and my last name is not Holt, I will eventually get the Holt Group!"
These words were like a blockbuster, exploding in Yvonne's chaotic mind, causing her blood to flow back and her body trembling.
Simon sneered at the blue-faced baby indifferently in Yvonne's arms. "However, I really underestimated Kenneth's paranoia. I told him that you gave him a child, and proposed that as long as he gave the Holt Group to me, I would give you to him. He actually nodded in agreement."
"Wait another hour for his plane to land, and I will get the Holt Group. Before I get everything from the Holt Group, I will let you live well. As for this bastard, I don't care if she will live or not."
With hard blows inside and outside, Yvonne hugged the child who had stopped breathing in her arms and bent down in pain.
It was a distorted posture. Yvonne crawled and trembled. Like a dying and struggling beast, her throat groaned intermittently.
She did something stupid and felt genuinely sorry for her daughter and Kenneth.
She felt her heart held tightly by countless hands at this moment. All her beliefs and hopes collapsed. Her time was swallowed entirely by darkness. What she could do to make up for Kenneth was to stop Kenneth from coming.
"Simon, do you know what I regret most?"
She stood up with the baby in her arms, her voice floating. Her gaze crossed Simon, stunned, distressed, and empty.
Against the backdrop of thunder and lightning, she looked like a madwoman. "What I regret most is that I foolishly believed in your provocation and tenderness, then divorced Kenneth without hesitation, and married you. My child is not yours. Do you think Ann's is? Yes, I am stupid, but you are stupider than me."
A trace of fear suddenly rose in Simon's heart. Instinctively, he felt something wrong with Yvonne and that her unwillingness seemed to be prompting her to do something crazy.
Sure enough, before he could react, he saw Yvonne carrying the child and rushing towards the balcony.
"Yvonne!"
Simon watched her stand on the edge of the balcony with her daughter in her hands!
Under the thunder and lightning, she toppled.
Yvonne raised her head, closed her eyes, and let her tears fall. "I have nothing left. My father died, my mother was forced to death by Ann, and my child could not be saved. I cannot forgive my sins..." Suddenly, she turned her head to look at the man. The hatred in her eyes rolled violently in her hopeless eyes. "As for you! You will never get the Holt Group. As long as Kenneth comes to see me standing here, he won't come up and won't let you go!"
If Kenneth came to see this scene, even if Yvonne was alive, he would not give the company to Simon.
Simon stared at Yvonne. His back was chilled by those eyes full of hatred, and instantly, his heart was ignited and occupied by viciousness.
"Then, you can only die!" His voice was obliterated by thunder and lightning, and the hand that had accumulated strength pushed towards Yvonne.
"Simon, even if I die, I will never let you go!"
The woman's shrill voice was drowned in thunder and lightning. Everything happened in an instant.
Bang!
The falling woman broke through the rain and became a pool of flesh and blood on the ground.
Kenneth's leather boots were splashed with blood, and all the documents in his hand slipped off and were quickly swallowed by the rain.
"Yvonne." His low-pitched voice almost collapsed. "Sorry, I'm late..."
Seeing the woman on the ground holding the baby tightly in her arms and that their eyes were open, Kenneth clenched his fists. As the blood underneath the bodies slowly flooded the soles of his shoes. Kenneth's eyes were filled with despair.
Simon hurried downstairs and saw Kenneth, who arrived earlier than expected, shivered regretfully at his impulse and knelt on the ground with weak legs. "Kenneth, I... It's none of my business. She jumped off the building like crazy. Really!"
In the rain, Kenneth bent over to land one of his hands on the woman's eyes. Then, he closed his eyes and curled up his lips into a ruinous smile. "I'll kill you for them!"
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."
"Is it considered betrayal to develop feelings for your best friend's boyfriend? What about when fate intervenes, and he turns out to be your destined mate? You might think it's luck and thank the moon goddess for such a twist of fate. That's what I believed until the love of my life uttered those dreaded words: 'I want a divorce!' As I stared at the pregnancy test in my hands, I realized it was better to keep my secret to myself. My name is Violet, and this is my story."
Her fiance and her best friend worked together and set her up. She lost everything and died in the street. However, she was reborn. The moment she opened her eyes, her husband was trying to strangle her. Luckily, she survived that. She signed the divorce agreement without hesitation and was ready for her miserable life. To her surprise, her mother in this life left her a great deal of money. She turned the tables and avenged herself. Everything went well in her career and love when her ex-husband came to her.
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