CHAPTER 125: CHAPTER 125: HE WAS A BAD MAN FROM THE START

Mountain top.

Inside the pitch-black cabin, nothing could be seen.

The back seat was laid flat, just enough to accommodate two people lying down.

"Mm-hmm..."

A surge of pain shot through Josephine Thompson’s ankle.

She was forcibly awakened.

His large hand almost crushed her delicate ankle.

It was covered with bite marks and kiss marks.

Whenever he went mad, he loved to bite her.

"Do you love me? Hm?"

The demon’s low murmur was accompanied by a lethal strike.

"... I love, love you..."

"Love who? Who am I?"

"Love you... love you..."

"Who am I?"

Josephine emerged from her stupor, weakly responding to his questions.

Yet she really didn’t want to say his name.

He was originally a devil-like man.

Bad! Malicious! Vicious!

If you don’t obey.

He would come at you hard, heavy, and most lethally. Until you completely break down, wanting death over life.

If you don’t submit, you can only endure obediently.

And she simply couldn’t bear it.

"Answer me!"

"I love Nathaniel Gallagher... ugh..."

She obediently yielded.

Upon hearing the satisfactory answer, he finally became slightly gentle.

Usually.

He wouldn’t directly force her.

He would use every means possible to taunt the demon within her heart.

Like a cat forced to starve for three days, then teased with a fish, "Do you want to eat? Want to eat? Just say you want it, and I’ll give it to you."

A cat in extreme hunger could never resist the temptation of fish.

Every time she uncontrollably said she wanted it.

He would immediately transform into a tyrant razing the city, crazily pillaging and slaughtering.

Afterward.

He would resort to blaming others, pretending to be innocent. Further wronging you, saying it was you who took the initiative to want it.

"Nathaniel Gallagher, I’m begging you, I’m really going to die..."

Tears uncontrollably flowed.

She no longer had the strength to even think about striking him.

Nathaniel Gallagher was thoroughly provoked tonight, losing his sanity entirely.

His intense possessiveness couldn’t let him accept her falling into another man’s arms.

He couldn’t accept another man pinning her beneath him.

Like how he crazily did at this moment...

Unacceptable.

He would rather destroy her than allow another man to touch her.

...

Down the mountain.

Julian Grant couldn’t find Josephine Thompson and was even more anxious.

He mobilized everyone from the Thornton Family to search.

At the same time, he was ready to call Audenburg’s top superintendent and his friends in Audenburg.

"Josephine, where exactly are you?"

Driving the car with one hand, he took out his phone to make the call.

The car speed was extremely high.

Just about to dial his friend’s number!

A head-on collision with an unlicensed black car sped directly at him.

Both cars were at high speed.

If they collided, survival for either side was impossible!

"Damn--"

Julian Grant wanted to brake, but it’s too late.

Moreover, the opponent’s speed was also high, coming straight at him.

At the critical moment.

He slightly turned the steering wheel, attempting to dodge.

Unfortunately.

Beside him was a cliff, leaving no extra space.

"Bang clattering----"

The bodies and doors of the two cars clashed and scrapped together.

"Boom!"

The other car instantly lost control, spun twice in the air, and slammed into the mountainside!

Julian Grant’s car also went out of control, heading straight for the cliff.

"Crash - bang - snap--"

The car broke through the guardrail, tumbling down.

Fortunately, the car’s front was caught by a large tree, temporarily preventing it from falling.

"Ah - uh--"

Julian Grant screamed, nearly knocked out by the airbag.

It took him nearly five minutes to groggily open his eyes.

The car swayed precariously, the trunk slowly cracking.

Julian Grant’s face was full of blood, and after coming to his senses, he immediately unbuckled the seat belt.

He kicked open the car door and escaped from the car.

His luck really was great.

Just crawling out of the car, his hand tightly clung to the nearby jagged rocks.

"Bang - boom--"

The car could no longer hold on, plunging down the cliff.

Then, it exploded at the bottom of the cliff.

Julian Grant saw this, horrified, using his remaining strength to climb up halfway up the mountain.

"Uh-ah..."

Once he got to the top, he couldn’t hold on any longer, collapsing and fainting!

Passing vehicles were terrified, hastily calling the police.

"Hello, traffic police? There’s been a major accident on Oxen Hollow Road, two cars collided."

"Mm-hmm, okay, I’ll immediately call an ambulance..."

After reporting to the police, the passerby hurriedly called for an ambulance.

The opposing driver died on site.

Julian Grant was also severely injured, with multiple fractures, and was immediately sent to the hospital for emergency treatment.

Luckily for him, his luck was tough.

If his fortunes had been weaker, he would have met Yama tonight.

...

Morning.

The first ray of dawn light streamed into the car.

Josephine Thompson groggily opened her eyes.

Beneath her, Nathaniel Gallagher lay.

He was still asleep, probably exhausted.

"Ugh..." Josephine felt dizzy, every joint in her body aching.

She moved slightly, only to realize a more humiliating scene.

"Nathaniel Gallagher, you bastard..."

Tears of humiliation and anger fell uncontrollably.

Last night, he did it to her again...

She hated him to death.

At the same time, she also hated herself.

Her heart was full of hatred towards him, unable to forgive him. Yet, her body was a traitor, loyal to its captor.

She hated herself for being so useless.

"Awake?" Nathaniel was startled awake, instinctively wrapping an arm around her waist.

"Nathaniel Gallagher, I hate you, let me go." Josephine struggled to break free from his embrace.

But her whole body was too weak and sore to muster any strength.

She could only roll off him and struggle to get up.

Nathaniel reached over and pulled her back, "Josephine, I forbid you from dating Julian Grant."

Josephine’s eyes were filled with resentment, wishing she could stab him.

But right now, she was completely powerless.

"Do you hear me?"

"Why?"

"Because you still love me, and I... I also love you. I won’t allow you to accept another man."

Josephine listened, her hatred growing stronger.

She wanted to suppress the loathing, but couldn’t hold it back, "Nathaniel Gallagher, on what grounds can you say that?"

"You have no right to interfere in my life..."

Nathaniel’s heart ached, holding her tighter, "I know I’ve wronged you, I know I’ve hurt you."

"I’m sorry, I’m sorry."

He cupped her face, greedily kissing her eyes and cheeks.

"Josephine, I can’t live without you. Be good, come back to my side. I can’t give you marriage, but I can give you everything else, even my life!"

Listening to this, Josephine felt nauseated, desperately wanting to escape his control, "Nathaniel Gallagher, I beg you to let me go, stop entangling me."

"You should love Eleanor, I don’t need you to love me. Ugh...no..."

Before she could finish.

He fiercely kissed her lips again.

Overturned her, pinning her down once more.

"Ugh... get up... don’t touch me..."

In the past, though he was domineering and persistent.

He was never this relentless and unrestrained.

Back then, the whole family thought they were a loving couple, always free to act. But now, they’ve separated, and each meeting comes at least every half a month.

He couldn’t help but feel insufficient.

"I won’t allow you to leave me. If you don’t obey, I’ll have to resort to extreme measures."

"You’re sick, you madman, you devil..."

Josephine was tangled with him, utterly unable to free herself.

The last round ended.

It was nearly noon.

Nathaniel’s phone kept vibrating, but he didn’t want to answer.

Josephine was also tormented by him, passing out several times from exhaustion.

"Buzz buzz..."

"Hello."

A deep voice came from the other end of the line, "President Gallagher, the situation got messed up."

Then the other side continued talking for two minutes.

The longer Nathaniel listened, the deeper his frown grew, "Useless."

"However, please rest assured, President Gallagher, we will complete the task."

"Do not act rashly for now."

"...Understood."

Ending the call.

He then looked through his phone.

There were already dozens of missed calls, mostly from shareholders.

Eleanor and Mrs. Gallagher had also called several times.

"Tsk~, so annoying!"

The company had a heap of problems!

He had to return to the company for a meeting in the afternoon; he couldn’t be absent.

Nathaniel pulled out wet wipes to start cleaning both of their bodies.

It took a whole pack to barely clean them up.

"Josephine, I really do like you."

"I can’t let anyone else take you away, you’re mine, forever..."

...

Five o’clock in the afternoon.

Josephine awoke groggily once more.

Opening her eyes, she found herself in an unfamiliar environment.

She lay on a soft, comfortable bed, the room elegantly and neatly decorated.

"... Hiss~, where is this place?"

She struggled to get up, the room was silent.

Enduring the pain, she left the bedroom.

The living room was spacious too, with several robot housekeepers.

"Is anyone here? Where is this?"

Josephine called out several times without any response.

Soon after.

A robot approached her, "Hello, if you need anything, please command Gallagher, I am the butler here."

Josephine stared at the robot butler, momentarily stunned.

She glanced around at the unfamiliar yet luxurious space, her body’s soreness furrowing her brows, "Where is this? Where is Nathaniel Gallagher?"

The robot butler’s electronic voice was steady and unemotional, "This is Mr. Gallagher’s private villa. Mr. Gallagher left at two in the afternoon. He instructed me to fulfill any needs you have upon waking."

"Private villa?" Josephine’s heart sank; a sense of helplessness rose within her.

She knew it, that man would never let her go easily.

Weakly, she leaned against the wall and slowly walked to the sofa, sitting down. Her eyes filled with hatred and confusion.

Is he attempting to imprison her once more?

"I want to leave here, open the door for me."

The robot butler paused for a few seconds, then replied, "Apologies, Mr. Gallagher instructed that you are not permitted to leave the villa until his return, nor can you contact the outside world."

"But you may select meals or other living supplies, which I can arrange for you."

Josephine suddenly opened her eyes, fury surging up, "Again... he’s always like this..."

"What exactly does he want to do?"

In the vast villa, only her suppressed voice echoed, making the surroundings even more desolate.