The Love of the Widower
Chapter Seventeen

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Little POV.

I don't know why I feel like something's wrong with Mark, he's kind of hiding something from me. God, what I was thinking, Mark was a confidant of mine, there's no way he'd betray me.

"Mark, is there something?" I also walked closer to the man who had just been quiet.

Mark was seen clenching his hands, the man finally looked up and looked at me with a sharp look.

"Miss, I'm sorry, this is not my will, but I was threatened and my family made a bet, I have to do this to keep my family safe!"

What did that man say? No!! Why is my fate like this!

Mark suddenly attacked me, he pulled the shirt I was wearing.

"Aaaakk!! Nay!! You're crazy!!"

"Sorry Miss, I'm just on orders!"

Mark was getting more crazy as his body lunged at my body, making me limp and fall to the floor. Mark caged his body with such a large body.

"Dammit!! You Traitor!!"

I tried thrashing, kicking what I could, hoping my kick hit his stuff to let him off his guard.

At a time like this I immediately remember Vincent, it feels like always wanting to be with him so that this self is someone to look after.

Mark managed to pull my shirt off making all the buttons on my shirt slip. I tried my hardest to push her, my voice was almost out to shout, because I thought no one would listen because my showroom was far from the residential area. Although on the side of the road, but the shophouses and other shops are far apart.

Mark is really crazy, he took his phone and took a picture of my half-delayed body*n*. I don't know who he's working with, which Mark obviously asked to stain me and photograph my already helpless body.

Now I have resigned and do not know what will happen after this, my energy is exhausted, my voice is hoarse and my throat hurts from shouting loudly.

I couldn't even twitch as Mark stripped off all of his clothes and prepared to remove my lower cover, because Mark had already pulled my skirt.

"LITA!"

"LITA!"

My kisses with someone's voice called my name and it was getting closer.

"LITA!"

"AAAAAKKK, Vincent!! Help me!"

Mark who heard Vincent's voice was immediately confused, he was in a mess wearing his clothes because he might be afraid.

BRAK!! PYARS!!

I don't know what's going on, it looks like Vincent broke this showroom side glass. Not long after that I saw from the corner of my eye Mark pulled from behind, it seemed like his hair was pulled up to make him scream.

I grimaced and pulled my body away, I still heard the fight, like Vincent was beating Mark all out. I don't know because I don't see. It felt like my body was all sick, thankfully Vincent came at the exact time before Mark touched me.

I tried to take my skirt and put it on, I had to hide immediately to save myself. But somehow it felt like my head was so dizzy, so heavy, I was not strong and I don't know after this what happened I don't know because suddenly my vision darkened.

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I felt my head still dizzy, I tried to open my eyes and I saw the white ceiling.

"Lita baby, you're finally sober!" I heard Vincent's voice beside me.

I turned my head and I could see Vincent's face looking bright.

"Vincent, where am I?" Although I had expected that I would be in the hospital, but there was no harm if I kept asking.

I could see Vincent pushing a button to call the doctor.

"You're in the hospital, baby, you fainted, but you're okay, right?" I shook weakly.

"You how was the fight? Who won?" I'm random.

Vincent pinched my nose while laughing furiously. "Think of being in a race yes, someone wins and loses" said Vincent.

"Don't you know, Vincent really, how are you doing?"

"I'm fine, Mark's been at the police station too, it turns out he was threatened by Emira, he was told to harass you, but now that it's over, no one will hurt you anymore, dear. Remember there's always me."

My heart was filled with her words, for some reason it felt like something was exploding back in my chest.

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