In the Name of Love

The night sky was as dark as ink that could not be diluted by even water. After a month of training, Christine Taylor got into a cab with a heavy suitcase, and in high spirits, headed for a villa where she would live with her fiancé, Darren Wright.

She would marry her beloved in a week, and she would live a sweet life with him in the future days.

Thinking about the upcoming happiness, she was as excited as any other woman who was getting married for the first time.

The cab moved slowly along the highway. After about 10 minutes, Christine finally reached her destination.

She took out a key and opened the door lightly.

The crystal chandelier and incandescent lamps in the living room were all on; so was Darren's business computer on the table.

That meant he was at home.

"Darren, I'm back," said Christine, who had come back ahead of schedule, trying to give her fiancé a surprise.

She said that a few times, but no one answered her.

Was he not at home?

But the lights were on.

"Darren..."

Getting no response, she kept calling; her eyes were roaming for his figure.

"Is he working in the study?" She thought he might be burying himself in his work.

With the guess, she put down the suitcase and hurried to the study upstairs.

The one-month separation made her miss him very much.

"Darren..." The light in the study was also burning, but still, he was not there.

"Darren, where are you?" There was nobody in the living room, kitchen, or the study.

In confusion, she walked toward the bedroom.

That was the last place where he might be. She thought he was probably resting there.

Her step was so light and cautious as if she was walking on clouds.

But before she arrived, she heard the pants, soft or rough, coming from the bedroom...

"Darren, you're so awesome. You're the best man I've ever seen..."

A woman's voice?

Why was there a woman in the bedroom for Darren and her?

That sweet voice came as such a bolt from the blue that she was frozen.

Was he doing that kind of thing with another woman?

Christine walked over in a trance.

The door was ajar!

Through the crack, she saw Darren tangling with a woman on the bed. The scene was very unsightly...

In shock, she stepped back hurriedly and almost slumped onto the ground. At this moment, she felt as if her heart was slashed by a knife. Her fiancé, who she trusted the most, had an affair right before their wedding...

"Darren Wright, why are you sleeping with another woman?" she cried in her heart which was hurt by the man and woman wriggling on the bed.

She clenched her fists, feeling an impulse to rush in and drag them up. But he had done it, and she couldn't change this fact.

There was no point in doing that...

"Darren Wright, you forced me!" Tears blurred her sight. She took out a phone from her pocket and aimed the camera at the two in the bedroom.

The shutter was pressed...

The two naked people were caught on the screen. The man was strong, and the woman was curvaceous, but their combination was exceptionally disgusting.

"Darren, there's something flashing at the door." Nearly a minute later, Wylie Cage found something strange.

"Honey, there are only you and me in this villa." High-spirited, Darren turned her face to him and continued with his movements.

"Darren, there's really something flashing at the door. Look, someone seems to be there." Wylie pulled a quilt over her body and pointed at the door.

Darren turned his head and saw Christine.

Oh no, they found her taking pictures!

Grasping the phone, Christine ran away at once.

However, she bumped into the wall as she turned around.

"Ah, it hurts..." Feeling something flowing down on her lips, she touched her nose and found her hand reddened.

Why did she get a nosebleed? Was it because of the knock onto the wall or the hot stuff she had just seen? Whatever! She must run fast away, or she would get into trouble!

Regardless of the blood, she turned and rushed downstairs.

Darren shouted behind her, "Christine Taylor, stop! Delete the photos in your phone!"

"Bah! These are proof of your infidelity. I won't delete them!" This jackass had taken another woman onto their bed! Didn't he feel ashamed?

Thinking about what she had seen, Christine felt like her heart was pricked by countless needles.

"Christine Taylor, don't you run!" Anxious, Darren put on his pants and jumped off the bed.

If those unsightly photos were seen by others, how did he maintain the prestige in front of his employees? Even if he didn't care about his own image, the Wright Group would be affected by those tidbits. Recently, he'd been purchasing a piece of suburban land, and his reputation appeared more important than usual.

"Darren... your shirt..."

"No time for that. I have to catch up with Christine and delete those photos. I must stop her from publicizing them!" Darren said as he took up his expensive white shirt and rushed out.

"Darren..."

At that moment, Christine had run out of the villa and saw a taxi. Without any hesitation, she got into the vehicle.

"Dammit!" Seeing Christine escape by taxi in the gloom, Darren hurried into his 100-m² garage and picked a Bugatti Veyron of the best performance. Among so many cars, it had the highest speed of 300 km/h.

To catch up with Christine, he got into the sports car and zoomed his way forward.

"Sir, could you drive faster than the Bugatti Veyron behind us?" Christine urged anxiously when Darren almost caught up with her.

"I want to drive faster, too. But as you see, this is only an ordinary car, while that is a luxury sports car worth millions of RMB. How could I outrun it?" The driver shook his head helplessly.

"Then could you please stop at the intersection there? I'll take a shortcut." Christine decided to bet on her feet.

Brought up in the countryside, she almost ran her way to adulthood. When it came to running, that pampered man was definitely not her rival.

As soon as the taxi stopped, Christine gave a 100-yuan note to the driver and didn't take the change. Right away, she charged along the sidewalk.

Seeing her get off the taxi, Darren braked to a halt by the road, though it was illegal. On locking the car door, he dashed up desperately. Those photos were his reputation and also the key to the success of his new project.

"Christine Taylor, stop! Give me your phone!" Although Christine was fast, Darren gritted his teeth and raced closely.

"I won't give it to you! I'll sell the photos to Tencent!" huffed she who was heartbroken for being betrayed.

"Christine Taylor, how dare you?" Darren flew into a rage. What this woman wanted was his money! "How much do you want? One million? Or five million? As long as you delete those photos, I'll give you a satisfactory sum!"

He was willing to trade a big sum for those photos.

"One million? Five million? Am I that despicable in your heart?" She stopped, staring at him with red eyes.

She never stayed with him for his money...

"Humph, don't act in front of me. If you don't want my money, why do you threaten me with the photos?" he snorted, his cold lips filled with disdain. "Name your price. I'll satisfy you no matter how much you want. But you must piss off after getting the money!"

He took out a check from his pocket, his merciless eyes fixed on her pitiful face.

At this moment, this man had become a total stranger.

She stared at him with her watery eyes filled with shock; she had never expected that he would say "piss off" to her!

"Darren Wright..." Holding the phone tightly, she stumbled back. "Do you really want me to piss off?"

"Don't make me repeat myself. Christine, give me a price." Darren's tone was still frigid; coldness and detachment were clearly written on his face.

What a shock to Christine that this man would have such a cruel side!

This was not the man she was familiar with. Wasn't he a gentleman of grace who protected her when she crossed the street, chatted with her mother patiently, and complimented her mother on cooking though he didn't like it? To Christine, Darren was like a warm and brilliant sun. During the days with him, she had been totally fascinated by his tenderness.

"Darren..." She loved him so much; why did he betray her? Weren't they going to get married?

Why?

The beautiful memory came as a great irony. Her eyes pricked with tears, but she tried hard to hold them back.

"Five million! Is it enough?" Darren was only concerned about the photos. He scribbled a check of five million yuan and tore it off.

"I don't want your check." As he handed it to her, she felt a sharper ache in her eyes.

"Then what on earth do you want?" Darren was stunned when he was rejected.

He always thought that every woman, including his fiancée, liked him just because of his immeasurable wealth and his position as president of the Wright Group.

"I want to ask you some questions." Holding the phone tightly, Christine wiped away her tears and hated herself for crying.

Why did she cry for a betrayer?

She shouldn't show her weakness before an unsympathetic man.

"All right." For the photos, Darren fought to be patient with her.

"Have you ever loved me?" Getting rid of tears, she asked seriously and calmly.

"Is it necessary to ask this question? You know the answer very well." he sneered with great sarcasm on his pretty lips.

He was laughing at her stupidity.

"Don't fool yourself. If I loved you, I wouldn't have slept with another woman before our wedding. Isn't this enough to prove that I don't love you?" In the past six months, Darren hadn't even kissed Christine. "A man who loves his soon-to-be wife will want to possess her, but I don't even bother to touch you! Haven't you noticed that?"

His words were like a sharp dagger thrusting into her heart. Grieved, she took a few stumbles.

He had never loved her...

"If you don't love me, why did you get engaged to me?" He had always gazed affectionately at her, hadn't he? If he didn't love her, why did he court her with a diamond ring?

She was utterly confused.

"Engaged? To tell you the truth, I did so just for your land. You were the only holdout in my construction plan. If I hadn't cheated you and your mother away, how could I build a chemical plant there? Do you think I proposed to you for nothing? Just look at yourself in the mirror! How could I, president of the Wright Group, love a rustic like you?" he snorted mercilessly.

Whoever he loved, it would never be Christine Taylor!

He got engaged to her just for the land!