His Real Wedded Bride

Chapter 1363 Growing Hatred

"What do you mean I didn't keep my word? Leila, how can you say that to me? Everyone loves money.

One can never have too much money, right? It is a great opportunity for me to get rich. Only the

dumbest fool in the world would pass up on the opportunity!" Jim said to Leila, intimidating her with his

larger frame.

Leila felt small against his frightening and scrutinizing gaze. His gaze held a mixture of greed and

heavy desire; Leila could feel incredibly vulnerable and naked.

Leila was beginning to feel uneasy. She tried to take a step back away from him, but Jim was faster.

He grabbed her wrist quickly, tightening his hold until it started to hurt Leila. She tried to shake her wrist

away but his grip was too tight. Jim kept his eyes on her, frightening Leila even more.

He yanked Leila closer to him, keeping her body against his. He held her waist tight, locking her there

with a predatory smirk on his lips. Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Leila was beginning to realize what Jim was planning to do to her. She tried to push back more

forcefully, but she couldn't move from his strong arms. Jim had practically pinned her on the spot.

Seeing Leila try to resist him was both enticing and annoying. She was really making it work for him.

He slapped Leila across the face, the young woman moaning in pain. He threw her on the bed when

she stopped moving to ease the pain.

It wasn't long before Leila's screams got louder and desperate. The room was filled with noise of

clothes being torn and skin slapping against skin. Jim had begun to torture the young, helpless woman,

who continued to scream until her voice weakened. A few minutes later, Leila was knocked

unconscious; unsure if it was from the pain Jim inflicted, or her body failing to survive the torture.

Once Jim was finished, he pushed Leila aside before standing up. He fished out his phone from his

pants, opening the camera to take several nude photos of the unconscious woman.

A few hours later, Leila started to regain consciousness. Her vision was blurry and she felt lightheaded

from the fresh, stinging pain. She could see Jim watching her from the lounge chair near the bed. Leila

gathered all her strength to get up, but at her current state, her body simply rolled on the floor. She

staggered to get on her knees to lean on the wall, while Jim chuckled to himself as he kept watching

her.

"Where do you think you're going, Leila? I'm not yet done with you. In fact, I have something to show

you. You should take a look," he said in a low voice. He got up and walked over to her kneeling frame.

He pulled on her hair, dragging her back towards the lounge chair. He sat down first and forced her to

sit above his lap. When she began to thrash around again, Jim held her with his arm before putting his

phone in front of Leila's contorted face. It was then that Leila saw the nude photos that Jim took of her.

"Argh!" Leila exclaimed, shoving herself off of his lap as she saw the nude photos. It was late before

she realized that she had to take the phone away to delete them. She tried to reach for the phone, but

Jim laughed at her and pulled it out of her reach.

"Pathetic." Jim laughed at her, kicking her away. He put his phone back in his pocket before standing

up to walk closer towards the beaten-down woman.

He laughed wickedly at her intense glare.

"Oh, dear Leila, tell me. What will you do when these pictures go public? Now everyone will know how

sweet your body is." Jim laughed again and looked at her with equal intensity.

Leila didn't know what to do if that happened. She didn't know what Charles would think of her if he

saw them. She bit her lower lip angrily, shaking her head in disbelief.

She tugged on Jim's clothed leg, looking at him with pleading eyes.

"Please, please don't. I beg you," Leila pleaded desperately.

"What? Are you begging now? You gotta show me your sincerity, then," Jim teased, reaching for her

chin. Her skin was soft against his calloused fingers, exciting him once again.

Leila could sense what he wanted. She succumbed to it, knowing she had to be sincere towards him.

She fixed herself and knelt beside him, waiting for him to give an order.

She was abhorrently filled with desperation and shame, but she couldn't do anything about it. If she

hadn't kidnapped Shirley in the first place, she could have avoided this disgusting turn of events.

She couldn't reverse time, however. No matter how much she might regret it, it was impossible to get

out of the trap she willingly went into.

"You're delectable. I'm happy that I've got a new toy to play with. Make yourself always readily available

for me, and I might consider deleting your photos. If you refuse me, or if you tell anyone about this, I'll

make sure to expose these photos. Everyone will know how cheap and lewd you are," Jim whispered

threateningly towards the small, weak woman.

His words were filled with venomous threats that Leila was sure to be terrified by.

Jim could feel himself growing aroused again from Leila's obedient and complacent behavior. He pulled

her hair and threw her on the bed again before unbuckling his pants. Once he was finished satisfying

himself with his new toy, he sighed happily before pushing her aside once again. He dressed up fairly

quickly, chuckling when he turned back to see her sad and desperate look. He closed the door and left

her alone in the room.

Tears kept falling down her cheeks, and Leila made no effort to wipe them dry because they kept falling

back anyway. Her hair was disheveled. Her face and eyes had reddened from soreness. Her body was

beginning to sprout with bruises all over, and she could still feel the stinging pain. When she finally felt

comfortable enough, she began to laugh hysterically whilst crying. She couldn't believe what she had

just gone through.

Her eyes were brimming with hatred. She punched the bed and yelled to the pillows as loud and as

hard as she could, anger reaching its boiling point. She hated Sheryl even more now.

It was all Sheryl's fault. It was that damn bitch! If it weren't for her involvement, Leila never would have

experienced such a monstrous circumstance! Leila couldn't help but shift her anger and rage towards

Sheryl, because she knew she started everything.

There were so many other men in this world, why would Sheryl have to take her beloved Charles away

from her? Why would Charles choose Sheryl over her? The more Leila thought about them, the more

she hated Sheryl. She was quaking with anger, blinded by madness. She didn't realize how ridiculous it

was to blame Sheryl for everything.

Leila swore then and there that she would never let Sheryl get away that easily again. One day, she

would take revenge on her when she least expected it. She would make sure that she would pay a

thousand times worse than what Sheryl did to her.

Leila took today as the beginning of her hatred, not as a lesson for her previous mistakes. She was

going to make sure that Sheryl would pay. She swore by it.

Leila stayed in the small little cabin for a while longer until her tears had dried up. She staggered

towards the bathroom to wash herself, the cold water hitting harshly against her bruised skin.

There wasn't any soap for her to wash her body with, so she scrubbed as hard as she could with only

water. She kept scrubbing to clean away the taint that Jim left, but even as her skin reddened and

bursted with newer wounds, she still felt dirty.

All she knew was that she had to clean her body. She had to remove as much of Jim as she could.

"I'm so dirty," Leila mumbled to herself as she cleaned. Her tears mixed with her bath water as she

scrubbed her hands against her legs and stomach.

It took longer than expected for Leila to calm back down. She returned to the bedroom, picking up her

tattered clothes from the floor. As she dressed, she grazed her fingers against the tears and holes in

her clothes, willing herself to leave this hell hole.

As she reached the door to leave, she turned around to look at the room for the last time. She wanted

to remember what this room of torture and suffering looked like.

It was Leila's duty to never forget this day. Her hatred had grown strong enough that she could drive

herself forward to make Sheryl pay. "My sacrifice shall not be in vain," Leila thought to herself,

swearing her life to the promise to hold Sheryl accountable.