Nantasha's pov
All the people in the room are cleared
I'm a little scared for no reason. I went into the living room.
At this time, Winson was sitting in the middle of the sofa. His fierce eyes seemed like a weapon that could pierce people at any time.
As soon as I got close to the coffee table, I saw the photos lying on it.
When I saw the man's face in the photo, my fear that I was almost ruined at the beginning hit my heart.
I took two steps back in fear, raised my eyes and looked at Winson.
Winson is staring at me right now."
"Come here."
I can't take a step.
"I'll let you come."
"Winson……"
With a long hand, Winson pressed me on the tea table from behind.
"Winson, let me go."
"Why? Natashsa, I used to think that even if you are not a good person, you still have a good taste for men. "
As he spoke, he grabbed some photos on the table and hit me in the face.
"Are you betraying me for such a man?"
"Is he richer than me? Can he talk sweet? Or... Is he better than me on bed?"
The violence in his eyes could not be concealed, and he pulled my clothes.
Seeing that Winson could not control his emotions.
I was afraid and stretched out my hand to cover myself.
"Winson, come on."
"At least... Not in such a place."
"A shameless woman like you is also qualified to choose places?"
"Listen to me. From today on, as long as I want, anytime, anywhere, you are not qualified to refuse. Understand?"
"Go back to your room. I don't want to see your disgusting face now."
I got up, put my clothes on my body and went back to my room quietly.
Winson's pov
I looked down at the pictures on the table, and I hated them.
Philip is back.
I picked out the most explicit and the clearest face of the man and handed it to Philip.
"Go, enlarge this photo, make a frame, and hang it on the wall of natashsa's room."
Philip didn't dare answer, she had to take the photo.
"Do everything you can to find this man for me."
"Yes," Philip left.
Natashsa's pov
At noon, the servant called me out for dinner.
I came to the restaurant carefully and found that Winson was not there.
After eating, I was about to go back to my room, but I thought of something and turned out of the hallway.
The servant said coldly, "natashsa, Winson told you not to go out."
"I don't go out, I just want to take a breath in the yard."
I opened the door and went out.
The servant quickly went upstairs to report to Winson.
I hurried to the basement, but there was no guard here?
I whispered to the inside, "Edmond?"
There was no answer inside.
It was only by the light from the door that I could see clearly that it was empty.
I don't know when the blood on the ground was cleaned up.
Where did Winson get Edmond?
When I turned around and was about to leave, footsteps came from the front steps.
Winson smiled sarcastically at the corner of his lips, "why, not used to living in the upper room. Do you want to live here?"
"Where's Edmond?"
"You can't protect yourself. Can you still take care of him?"
"Where did you get Edmond?"
Winson approached, "what do you think will happen if he annoys me?"
"Is he... Still alive?"
Winson didn't speak. I grabbed his clothes and said anxiously, "is he dead?"
His eyebrows curled.
Winson raised his eyes and said with a cold face, "Edmond, that fool, owes so much usury. It depends on what he does whether he is dead or alive."
Usury?
In the past, when his family was still prosperous, he could not control and owed a lot of money for gambling.
At that time, Dad would always clean up the mess for him.
Now that his family is in decline, he still doesn't know how to restrain
"Did you hand him over to the usurer?"
"What else? Do you think I'll keep this scourge and deal with it myself?"
Winson said with a wicked smile, "he, Edmond, is not soft on you. Do you know what he said first when he was caught by usurers?"
"He said," I'll pay you my sister. "
Winson said coldly, "however, I think you should like their way. After all, you like to handle everything with your body."
"Winson,"
Winson showed contempt, "if it weren't for me, you would have been taken away by that group of people and trampled by thousands of people. Is it difficult? Do you still expect that you will really increase the interest of others with that disgusting scar? Let them show mercy on you?"
"I... I'd rather be trampled on by men all over the world than look at your vicious face, Winson. You make me feel sick."
Winson grabbed my collar and said, "say it again."
My body is shaking.
"Winson, you are always like this. No matter what I say, you only choose what you want to believe. I say that you are the only man in my life, and you don't believe it. I say I haven't hurt your relatives, and you don't believe it. I say I'm dirty, but you believe it."
"I can't live or die. Every day I open my eyes and repent why I loved you. Winson, I don't ask you to let me go, but I beg you to leave me a dignity."
In the servant's eyes, he dragged me back to the room so rudely.
He pushed me to the bed.
Just as I was about to get up, I saw the man's face in the huge picture across the bed.
Winson sneered, "see? Do you clearly realize your disgust? Dignity? Do you deserve it?"
Winson pointed to the photo on the wall, "this is your love for me. This is what you keep saying. I am the only man in this life. If you were me, would you believe what you are saying now?."
I bite my lips.
I regret that she didn't jump out of the window the day I was almost humiliated.
If I died that day, would all the hatred behind me disappear?
I'm really fed up with this humble life.
" Why don't you talk now? "
I opened my eyes and looked into his eyes.
Winson said coldly, "since you betrayed me for this man, from today on, you can look at his face."
He turned and left.
I went barefoot, lifted a chair and smashed it into the man's face in the photo frame.
The glass broke and splashed down on the ground, everywhere on the bed.
I still don't think it's a good way to get rid of hate.
I ran over, bent over to pick up the chair again and continued to smash it.
I stepped on the broken glass, and there was blood flowing out from the soles of my feet.
Winson rushes in and shrinks when he sees the blood on the ground.
The servant came running quickly and was shocked when he saw the blood stains all over the floor. "
Winson said coldly, "go and call Edward.""
"Yes, yes..."
Winson held me down.
"Natashsa, you still dare to make an accident. Do you need me to torture your father?"
I closed my eyes and tried to calm my mood.
Winson just let me go.
"Let someone come in and clean it up. Also, make a new picture. It should be strong and smash
"If you like to smash, you can smash it as you like. "
He gave Philip a cold look, "look at her, don't let her hurt herself. She should live healthy, and torture will be more fun."
Winson left.
Edward was temporarily brought from home. When he saw the injury on my foot, he could not help but frown and look up at Philip.
"What's the reason this time?"