Sweety Wife, Fierce Husband

There were flowers and wine on this candlelit dinner.

Zoe sat at the table, rubbing her hands and fidgeting, while she was envisioning what look Lucas would have on his face when he returned later and saw everything she had carefully prepared...

When the sound of the key in the lock broke the silence, Zoe's face flushed with excitement as she trotted over to the door, assuming it was Lucas.

"Lucas..." she opened the door and felt like a bucket of icy water poured down on her head when she saw two people kissing passionately in the doorway, and her pounding heart got frozen in an instance!

Her body was stiffened as she watched the two people being lost in their hot kisses, and her pale lips were shivering. She was incapable of uttering any words.

The candlelight flickering behind her, and the scent of the wine became a great irony to her.

Lucas seemed to finally realize that there was someone in the house. His drunken, affectionate eyes looked through Zoe and scanned the situation behind her, then he let out a snort,

He gave a kiss on the sexy woman in his arms, and said softly, "So much for today, babe. I'll see you around."

With her heart feeling throbbed again, she coldly watched the two people reluctantly kissing goodbye through the tears held in her eyes, and after another wet kiss, Lucas sent the beauty away with alcohol on his breath and stumbled back in.

He walked straight to the table, sneered over the love cake and the red candles, picked up a glass of water from the table, and slowly poured it over the candle flame.

The water was like a bucket of cold water poured on Zoe's heart, which doused the flimsy hope left in her heart for this man thoroughly.

All the loving air and romance were dissipated in the dim, soft light. Lucas abruptly flipped the table, pulled out a chair, and sat down in a careless manner with some snippy violence looming between his eyebrows which gradually twisted his otherwise handsome face.

He looked at Zoe who was standing still at the door, and flew into a tantrum which came out of the blue, "Come and please me."

Zoe didn't move. Lucas looked at her with the same aversion and impatience as ever, "Zoe, I said, come and please me!"

Zoe shuddered, "Lucas, don't cross the line..."

"Isn't that what you want? You went to such great lengths to ruin my relationship with Sophia. You married me, threw yourself at me, and make such a mess every year. Isn't sleeping with me all you've been aiming at? I'll just go with it."

He spoke as if she were something dirty.

Zoe knew he hated her, but his hatred never got any less even after the three whole years of marriage life, from the beginning when he treated her like air to nowadays' occasional insults. She hadn't seen that coming. She thought she could persist in this forever, but at this moment, she felt exhausted.

She was too tired to explain any more about Sophia. She had explained it a million times which all ended in futility. He assumed Sophia married someone else because of her interference whatsoever.

Her biggest mistake was replacing Sophia to marry him for their families.

She looked at this man, whom she'd been loving deeply for three whole years, and said peacefully, "Let's divorce, Lucas."

Lucas was stunned, "What did you say?"

Zoe clenched her fists on both sides, "I'm saying that if we can't get along with each other, let's divorce. Set each other free."

Lucas' eyes twitched. Looking at Zoe's indifferent face, he was choked by the wrath in his chest, then he sneered, "I'd love to. Get out of here."

Zoe got her things briefly packed up. When she walked out of the villa, Lucas was still sitting in that chair, his face gloomy. He was staring at her back as if he wanted to jump on her and strangle her.

The music blaring, the dimly-lit figures wriggling like crazy... It was like a band of devils dancing wildly late into the night in this bar.

Zoe filled a glass of wine, clinked it with her best friend, Yilia Smith, and drained the cup. Thereafter she flung his cup on the table, and said, "I'm telling you, Yilia, don't get married... Really, men are all coveting what's in other people's bowls. Three years! Hic...what's the point of me being around him for three years? He still only has his white moonlight in his heart..."

When Sophia came into her mind, she smiled bitterly and drank several large glasses in a row.

Yilia was a voluptuous and beautiful woman, who attracted a lot of attention as soon as she entered the bar, but she ignored them all. She sighed, instead, with all her sincerity and earnest at her good friend who was now immersed in love woe, "I wasn't in favor of your marriage in the beginning. You were so bullheaded that any other good guys never appealed to you. You're the only one that treats a trashman like a treasure. Well, stop drinking. You're hurting yourself even more. "

She pointed at those people dancing around, "Look around! There's a whole bunch of guys richer and more handsome than Lucas. You can pick any one of them at random with a luck better than getting Lucas. Go! Go dance! After three years of being tortured by marriage, now you are finally free!"

Zoe mumbled in response, feeling her stomach was churning to the point that she didn't hear the latter part of Yilia's words before being pulled onto the dance floor by Yilia. The deafening sound squeezed her heart as if someone were reaching out and churning in her stomach.

She felt very uncomfortable and wanted to puke

She was knocked by someone and stumbled with her vision blurred a bit. That was when her arm got grabbed by someone and the lusty laughter sounded from behind her. A hand groped up her waist, "Would you like to join us for a drink, pretty?"

"No, no..." she stood unsteadily, and the man behind her took her in his arms in a smooth motion, making it look like a couple of intimate lovers in a hot dance.

She heard the man say, "Do you wanna play some game with me, naughty girl?"

"No... Yilia..." she subconsciously pushed him away, calling out to Yilia.

The man saw that Yilia was coming this way, so he covered her over the mouth and forcibly dragged her off the dance floor into the men's room.

Zoe was pinned against the wall by the man, her back painfully hurting from the banging pain. The pain sobered her up a bit, and when she looked up, she saw a nasty face approaching her which frightened her and got her sobered up some more. She tried with all her energy to push him away, but her efforts to fight only spiced the scene up to the man.

He grabbed her by the neck lest she should cry out loud, took a pill out of his pocket, and threw it into her mouth. The tablet melted in her mouth and slid down into the esophagus...

Soon after that, Zoe felt an evil fire ignited within her!

"Little coquettish babe, the look on your face is so damn tempting, making me so horny. Don't move. I'll make you beg for more in no time..."

The man's evil voice sounded beside her ears, and she vaguely realized what pills she had taken was. She began struggling violently, "Let go of me..."

The man didn't expect such a sudden increase in her strength and lost catch of her. Having lost the ball just before he was about to cross the goal line, he hurried to chase her while cursing!

There seemed to be no one else in the bathroom. He caught up with Zoe who was faltering in a few steps, yanked her by the hair, and dragged her down to the ground before he went up and locked the bathroom door. Then he turned around with an evil smile, "What's the point of running? We're here to have some fun. So, why not have some fun together?"

Zoe struggled to get up almost with all her strength, but the evil fire in her body was burning more and more furiously. Under the effect of alcohol, her body was extremely sore and feeble, and she watched in terror as the man approached, "No... Stay away from me... "

Seeing that she flushed and gradually became limp, the man licked his lips obscenely and lunged at her. Zoe ducked to the side and surprisingly dodged the attack.

However, she stumbled. She fell back a few steps, and the next thing she knew was she hit a hard, solid chest!

Surprisingly realizing that there was someone else in the bathroom, Zoe jumped eagerly into his arms at this critical time as if it were a lifesaver. She looked up and saw a pair of calm eyes.

The unknown man seemed quite familiar to her. She wanted to see him more clearly, but the obscene man's cursing cut through her trance into her heart like a knife, urging her into the action of gripping the collars in front of her and moving her bright red lips with tremendous difficulty. She implored the formidable, imperturbable man to save her, "Please...help..."

The obscene guy behind her didn't expect there was another man in the bathroom, who didn't look like someone he could mess up with, so he laughed and said, "Dude, since we bumped into each other, let's play this game together. My girlfriend is fond of exciting games."

Zoe's face changed dramatically. The silence of the man in front of her made her feel like sinking in an ice-hole, and the overwhelming fear dawned on her and tormented her together with the evil fire. Just when she was suffering, a hot hand wrapped around her waist, and she was in despair!

However, in the next moment, the man's emotionless voice was heard, "Get out."

The obscene man was undoubtedly unwilling to let go of the opportunity that had already reached in his hands, so he roared, "So, let's do it the hard way", and at the same time, he smashed his fist at the other man!

The next moment, it turned out to be him who was thrown back. He did not even see clearly how the strike was given before he felt a sharp pain in the stomach and hit the wall. He spitted some blood spittle and looked toward the other man in consternation. His eyes now were full of horror. Having no guts to offend any more, he crawled up from the floor and dashed out of the men's room.

Zoe's legs finally failed to support her, and she fell into the man's arms. The lust seething inside her body inundated her at once...

Henry came out of the VIP room with his cell phone and saw his big boss carrying a woman from around the corner. He was so shocked that he even forgot about the business.

The big boss, who had always been sexually continent, had a serious fetish for women. Where did he get this little beauty? And he was even carrying her in his arms?

He couldn't help but look again at the woman in his boss's arms but saw nothing. The woman had most of her face buried in Carlos' arm, her hair covering part of her chin, and only her heavy breathing could be faintly heard.

Henry could tell at a glance that the woman had been drugged.

Being drugged in a place like a bar wasn't strange at all. What was strange was that it seemed Carlos not only picked her up but also wanted to take her with him?

"Mr. Holt, are you going..."

Carlos said, "To the hotel."

Since his big boss instructed so, there was no way that he could disobey him. Henry didn't dare to ask more questions even though his curiosity was scratching him like a cat's paws,

...

The black Maybach was running like a bolt of lightning in the night on the driveway.

In the car, Henry peered at the people in the back seats from the rearview mirror from time to time. His big boss was holding a drugged woman, sitting like an upright saint with a face as deadly calm as usual.

But after following Carlos for so many years, Henry could still saw the imperceptible ripple in his eyes.

And that rarely seen ripple obviously came from the woman in his arms.

Curiosity eventually won out over reason, and he asked tentatively, "Mr. Holt, is this young lady a friend of yours?"

"Well, yes."

"Is she very important?"

Carlos didn't answer. They were already at the hotel.

As soon as the car pulled up, Carlos got out of the car with the woman in his arms. Henry thought Carlos wasn't gonna answer that question, but before he got disappointed, he heard the "yes" from Carlos.