Endless torment seemed to tear her apart. Julissa could not help but gasp. As she opened her eyes, she saw Cerillo's strong muscles. However, the physical pain she was experiencing was just too genuine.
As her body heaved, the collision sound of chains from her wrist rang. Even Cerillo's body heat felt despairingly scorching. Julissa finally came to her senses. She tried pushing him away in vain, only to be met with more brutal oppression.
A burst of sharp light erupted from Cerillo's cold eyes. One hand gripped her hair as he whispered in her ear, "Would you rather spread your legs for another man than let me touch you?" The familiar despicable voice made Julissa tremble relentlessly. What happened?
"Cerillo..."
Julissa thought she might be seeing things, widening her eyes in disbelief. Wasn't she supposed to be dead? Why was she seeing him here?
Suddenly, her chin was grabbed.Julissa found herself locked in his gaze; it was like a boundless shadowy night, ominous and terrifying. "Why? Are you disappointed that it's me?" His voice was cold, carrying a tone of mockery. "Last night, did my younger brother also love you like this?" Julissa's voice faltered. "How... could you..."
However, with his movements, she could not even complete a full sentence. After an unknown length of time, Cerillo ruthlessly yanked her hair up. "Don't forget who you are. As long as l'm not dead, you can only be my wife!" Julissa snapped awake.
Wait! Why did this feel so familiar? This scenario was uncannily similar to what happened years ago when she secretly met with Garvit and was caught by Cerillo. On this day, she deliberately infuriated Cerillo, lying to him that she was with Garvit in the garden, cheating on him. Cerillo furiously threw her back to the room for a severe punishment.
Enduring the pain, she cautiously muttered, "Nothing happened between us..."
He sneered, the taunting in his eyes clearly telling her that he did not believe a word she said. Julissa raised her body, hooking
her unbound left hand around his neck.
Cerillo's heart pounded, and he instantly froze. Was she hugging him? Usually, even if she touched him, she would feel disgusted and wish she could disinfect herself a hundred times. What was she playing at?Julissa suppressed the sensation in her body, tilted her head back, and planted an accurate kiss on his lips. Cerillo shuddered all over and unexpectedly reached his peak. Realizing he had lost control, Cerillo abruptly pulled back, his voice hoarse as he mumbled, "You..."
Knock, knock!
Knocks were heard at the door,interrupting Cerillo's words. Mooresa's voice came after, "Julissa, are you there?" Upon hearing this voice, Julissa's eyes flashed immense hatred. Mooresa! It truly was hell. Even the voice of this vile woman was so real! Cerillo, having been interrupted, lost his interest. He quickly got up and pulled on his trousers from the side. Mooresa's voice continued outside.
"Today is Harley's birthday. He's waiting for you to celebrate with him. Are you in there?"
Harley! Julissa was startled and surprised, her eyes instantly turned red. Harley... Her darling Harley!Ever since he passed away, not a day went by without her feeling regret and torment.
"Harley... Is it Harley's birthday today?" Julissa turned to Cerillo. "Are you going to attend Harley's birthday party now? Take me with you!" Cerillo snorted dismissively, "You?
And for what reason do you want to join?"
"I'm his mother!" "Do you think you're worthy?" Julissa was stung by his words.
She cried out, her eyes red, "Maybe l'm not worthy, but Harley will be in danger today, and I must be there!" His heart sank with her words. Cerillo gripped her chin forcefully.
"I warn you, don't play any tricks. If you dare to harm Harley, I'll take your life!" Julissa wanted to say something else but Cerillo had already grabbed a dress next to him, stuffing it into her mouth. Julissa struggled fiercely.
The handcuffs on her wrist clanged against the iron chain, the sound never ceasing in her ears.
Mooresa knocked slowly on the door. In Mooresa's hand was a phone, inside which a three-year-old Harley, dressed like a little prince, anxiously awaited Julissa's reaction.
Mooresa sighed. "Harley, your mother might be a little busy right now. She hasn't answered me yet, so why don't I celebrate your birthday for you?"
However, the next instant, the door was pulled open. Cerillo walked out with a gloomy face, his clothes messy. Mooresa, who had not expected to see him, was surprised. "Master Cerillo, why are you..." Before she could finish her sentence, she smelled a sensual scent infused with osmanthus
flowers in the air which was extremely potent!
In just an instant, Mooresa understood what had happened, and a surge of intense jealousy came over her. But in a moment, the door slammed shut. It blocked everything from the outside world. Mooresa's face remained gentle.
"I came to look for Julissa for Harley. I know that Julissa definitely won't agree, but after all, she's Harley's biological mother..."
Cerillo lowered his gaze, glancing at his son on the screen. The child on the screen was perfect but was deeply disappointed when he realized that it was not his mother who came on the screen. Cerillo was blunt, speaking coldly, "Stop dreaming." Harley's eyes were instantly filled with tears.
"But Master Cerillo, Harley was just..."
Mooresa did not not get a chance to finish her words for Cerillo had already strode off. Watching Cerillo's retreating figure, Mooresa's eyes were filled with infatuation. How wonderful would it be if this god-like man belonged to her? Luckily, it would not be long now. Thinking of what was about to happen next, Mooresa could not suppress the smirk on her face.
"Master Cerillo, wait for me!" Mooresa followed Cerillo out, and when she saw him getting into the car, she shouted after him,
"Master Cerillo..." Harshil took a glance in the rearview mirror and asked Cerillo, "Sir, should we wait for her?" Cerillo did not even spare a glance. "Let's go."
Mooresa barely caught up, only to watch the black Maybach drive away. She gritted her teeth in anger, harboring a deep resentment towards Julissa. That d*mned woman! It was all Julissa's fault! Julissa sat disheartenedly on the bed, her right hand handcuffed and hoisted to the bedpost. If this was a dream, it was hauntingly vivid. If it was hell, where were the others? The only remaining possibility was that she had been reborn. That day marked a turning point in her life; it was also Harley's third birthday.
On this day, she and Garvit were discussing an elopement in the garden, which was discovered by Cerillo. Following this, she was forced by Cerillo in bed for the second time.
The loathing she held for Cerillo ran deep in her bones. As such, Julissa took Yousra Graham's encouragement to heart, bravely pursuing freedom and love.