Sweet on You

Still leaving?

Amanda Amaria opened her eyes.

She was faced with a pair of eyes that sent chills down her spine and made her soul quiver.

"Ah...."

Her pale fingers tightly twisted the duvet.

Again, she had to endure the pain of her body being torn apart.

Could this be hell?

Why is it that I'm obviously dead but had to come back here, next to this devil?

Her mind was muddled due to this man's scorching temperature and out of instinct, she resisted, "Don't touch me!"

With one fluid movement, it was as if she was touched by ice. His ghostly bloodthirsty expression clouded and his ice-cold lips bit down on her ruthlessly, as if wanting to swallow her whole.

Amanda was in such pain that she couldn't think straight. She muttered subconsciously, "why...why me...Ryan...why must it be me..?"

"Because it has to be you."

Hearing his deep and hoarse voice was like a shackle of chains that imprisoned her soul.

Upon hearing the same answer he'd given her in her previous life, Amanda fell into a coma.

When she opened her eyes again, the darkness of the night sky had turned into daylight.

A flora scent filled the air and the warm glow of the sun filtered in, momentarily dissipating her uneasiness.

Yet, in the next second, Amanda tensed up again.

A strong sense of distress spread in her as the man awakened.

His arms around her waist tightened. She was akin to a pillow, being held in his arms.

"Still leaving?"

Next to her ears whispered the voice that gave her the creeps.

Out of her survival instincts, Amanda shook her head.

She was unsure whether he believed her. He glanced at her for a moment and then looked down, giving her little kisses on her lips, chin and neck.

The heavy, hot breath buried in her neck gave her warning signs all over her body.

She was like a deer who'd bitten by a predator. She didn't dare move an inch.

After what seemed like forever, he finally let her loose.

In the next second, a surprisingly pleasant sight fell into Amanda's view.

He left the bed half naked, the backlight outlining his slender stature and tapered waist.

However, this view lasted only for a moment as he swiftly picked up his clothes by the bed and buttoned his shirt all the way to the top meticulously.

It was only a while ago that he had been as ferocious as a beast, but in this moment, this handsome face was cold without a trace of humanity.

It wasn't until she heard the sound of door shutting that Amanda allowed her nerves to relax.

She could finally reflect on her current situation.

She slowly glanced at the furnishings around her, and also at her own reflection in the vanity mirror opposite.

The black lips of the girl in the mirror had been gnawed at till there was only a faint colour left and the makeup on her face had been completely smeared by tears and sweat. On her body filled with bruises and hickeys was a horrific and bloody tattoo.

She couldn't believe this was how she looked at only 20 years old!

At that time, in order to distance herself from Ryan, she purposely made herself look ugly and disgusting.

Now she'd actually been... reborn...

Suddenly, an overwhelming sense of fear and despair caused her to choke.

Why...

Why have I returned to 7 years in the past?!

I'd rather died than return here, back by this devil's side.

She clearly remembered that this was where she and Ryan first had sex, and she had been tormented thoroughly for countless nights afterwards.

She'd lost her lover, her family, even her dignity and freedom. She'd lost everything.

Must I go through all of it again?

No. Since God has given me a chance to live again, I have to change it all.

Oh...

But how am I going to change?

To Ryan, crushing her was easier than crushing an ant. He got whatever he wanted.

Amanda took a deep breath, forcing the fear of that man out of her.

There must be a way!

At least she was no longer the same stupid, mindless and impulsive teenager.

"oh my God! Amanda.." she heard a sudden exclamation.

Hearing this familiar voice, Amanda stiffened and turned to look at the door.

Immediately, she saw the face of a person she'd never forget.

A pretty face that people would never suspect.

It was her best friend from her previous life!

"Amanda, how could Mr Ryan do this to you?!" Amir rushed over and held her hand, she looked at the messy bed and Amanda's bruised body in astonishment.

Amanda lowered her eyes, looking at her hand clenched in pain from Amir's tight grip. This time, she didn't miss Amir's clumsily hidden feelings of jealousy.

Amanda, are you alright? Are you okay? Amanda, don't scare me!" Amir fretted anxiously. She saw that Amanda's gaze was strange and wondered if she was traumatized.

Amanda maintained her composure and drew her hands back. She shook her head and replied, "I'm fine."

In her past life, the reason why she'd been tormented so relentlessly by Ryan was due in part to Amir.

She had many fights with Ryan and didn't dare tell anyone other than Amir, her most trusted friend. Who would've known...

Amir actually had feelings for Ryan; she long coveted the title of Mrs Ryan on the surface, she was helping Amanda, but she was actually using her to get closer to Ryan. She even tried to drive a wedge between them countless times and led Amanda to be tortured by the wrath of Ryan each time.

Amanda didn't notice her level of deception before. She even felt deeply grateful to Amir for being her wing woman.

Staring at her own reflection in the mirror, Amanda couldn't help but smile wryly.

Actually, this hideous disguise was Amir's idea, and she actually agreed.

No matter how others saw her, as long as Ryan loathed her, it'd been worth it.

But what she hadn't anticipated was that despite her revolting appearance, Ryan could tolerate all of it.

" How are you feeling alright when you look like this?!