CHAPTER 943: CHAPTER 943: JUSTIN XAVIER, MY STOMACH HURTS SO MUCH

Bam, the door to the room was slammed shut by him.

Leah Thorne shuddered, frightened, and quickly retreated a few steps, staying far away from him.

Justin Xavier shoved his hands into his pockets, advancing toward her step by step, his tall and handsome figure quickly casting a shadow over her, "Why are you scared? Do you have someone hiding in your room?"

His cold black eyes scanned the room, sharp and somber.

Leah shook her head, "No, I just... didn’t expect you to come out so soon."

Justin slowly curled up his thin lips, "Why do I dislike hearing that? Didn’t I say I would be back soon? Did you wish I’d never come out?"

Leah’s lashes trembled slightly like dense brushes, "It’s late, let’s talk tomorrow. This is the set, there are a lot of paparazzi outside. It’s easy for them to find out you’re in my room."

Justin looked at her, giving a ghostly smile, revealing a set of grim white teeth, "I just got out and you’re telling me this, trying to kick me out?"

Leah had already sensed the eerie chill emanating from him. Before he left, he said he’d be back soon. She knew he was back to settle scores with her.

He had already taken down President Stone, and now he was coming for her. He would not let anyone who betrayed him off the hook.

"Justin Xavier, what do you intend to do?" Leah had backed up to the edge of the bed.

Justin looked at her, her wavy, curly dark hair lazily draped down, her expression dazed as if she just woke up, wearing only a black nightgown, looking extremely appealing, indeed far superior to those common women like Chelsea.

Justin raised an eyebrow arrogantly, gesturing with his eyes toward the big bed, "Lie down there, please me, and I’ll leave."

"..." Leah pushed him away and tried to run.

But where could she run to?

Justin reached out with his strong arm, wrapping it around her slender waist, and took a step forward, causing the two of them to fall onto the soft big bed together.

Leah felt dizzy.

Leah inhaled sharply from the pain, using her small hands to push against the man’s shoulders, then randomly pulling at his short hair, trying to push him away from her chest.

Justin remained motionless. Her creamy white skin was so delicate that a single press would leave a mark. This deeply stirred the darker tendencies within him, wanting to destroy her fervently.

Men like him are always attracted to beauty. From the moment he first saw her years ago, he wanted to claim this jewel from the prestigious Thorne family as his own, to be kept within his grasp.

Justin’s long, narrow eyes were already tinged with scarlet, all his emotions seeming to find an outlet. Clasping Leah’s struggling wrists with a few fingers, he pinned them above her head, his voice low, hoarse, and menacing as he breathed, "Leah Thorne, I’m definitely having you tonight. Cooperate, and we both enjoy it. Refuse, and you’ll only end up suffering."

Leah’s face was as pale as paper, but her pitiful strength was no match for the man, "Justin Xavier, don’t do this."

Justin slightly straightened, the "swish" of his belt came off...

Leah couldn’t describe this feeling; in that moment, she was pinned onto the bed, pain enveloping her entire body.

Memories from when she was 18 flooded in. That night was painful too.

She thought she wouldn’t have to endure it a second time, her long nails quickly left several scratches on the man’s body.

Justin wasn’t comfortable either. Her pain was his pain too, his black eyes filled with terrifying bloodshot veins. He thought his life was over.

He took her again.

Made her his woman for the second time.

Justin held her small face with both hands, kissed deeply with closed eyes.

Leah felt breathless, like a little boat sinking in the vast sea.

She struggled regardless, "It hurts... It hurts so much... Justin Xavier, it hurts..."

She cried in pain, her voice small, with a touch of delicate softness, and Justin didn’t truly want to harm her, so he released her lips, hoarsely scolding, "What are you yelling for? I’ve told you, if it hurts, bear it."

Leah tried to dodge everywhere, trying to escape his embrace, to evade his overwhelming masculine presence, "I really hurt... My stomach hurts..."

Leah truly felt a stomachache, her mind filled with scenes of her 18-year-old miscarriage, blood gushing out of her body.

Raindrops pattered.

In that small rented room, blood stained the sheets, and drop after drop fell to the floor, like a winding stream slowly flowing towards the door.

She lay on that small bed, feeling something disconnect from her body. He wasn’t there then, wasn’t by her side. She could only listen to the "pitter-patter" of dripping blood.

Falling from heaven to hell, just like that.

Leah’s lashes trembled in panic, tears fell heavily from her eyes.

"It hurts, It hurts... My stomach hurts..." she whimpered, crying.

Justin knew she was fragile, couldn’t withstand pain. He used to pamper and indulge her, so he refrained from touching her.

She had been back for years, blossoming these years, parading in front of him every day, leaving him wanting her insanely, yet he restrained himself.

Still, pampering her and indulging her was his business; his pleasure. She shouldn’t have stepped on his bottom line.

Now he had no idea what trick she was playing again, he wouldn’t be fooled anymore. He wanted to teach her a good lesson, so she wouldn’t dare in the future.

"Why are you crying? Don’t cry!" Justin pressed both hands on either side of her, closed his dazzling eyes, "How is it that you can parade yourself in another man’s room, disrobing and indulging, yet you become unbearably fragile in mine? Leah, are you so sure you have me at your mercy?"

"Where have you been these past few days? Why didn’t you come to see me? You truly have no conscience. After all these years, I’ve provided for you, given you everything. You eat what’s mine, use what’s mine, wear what’s mine, yet you have no sense at all. I want to sleep with you, and you should lay ready without putting up some facade of chastity!"

His voice was harsh and venomous, completely tearing down his mask, speaking vicious words.

Leah just felt immense pain, tears streamed down her small face, she grabbed his big hand, "My stomach really hurts... feel my stomach..."

She guided his hand to her stomach.

But in the next second, Justin mercilessly flung her small hand away.