Chapter 493 Envy
"What do you mean? Making a scene like that when there are outsiders around—are you trying to let everyone know you want to cheat on me?"
"What cheating? Watch your mouth. That never happened. Don't push your dirty thoughts onto me. Don't assume everyone's as filthy as you are."
In the second-floor bedroom, Sean grabbed Bella's wrist and pulled her close, warning through gritted teeth. "Listen to me. Right now, both legally and in reality, you're my wife. You have nothing to do with Michael. Better drop whatever ideas you have. Stop looking at him with those lovesick eyes, letting everyone know about your shameful past."
"Even if you still have feelings for him, even if you love him, so what? You think he'd love a woman who betrayed him? Bella, to Michael, you're a disgrace!"
Bella raised her hand and slapped him across the face. "You bastard. Living in a wealthy family can't change the dirty blood running through your veins."
"Don't forget whose blood runs through your veins."
"Shut up," Sean snapped coldly.
His eyes widened with rage, bloodshot as he stared at her, looking like he could kill her right then and there.
"You're just a jerk..."
Sean grabbed her by the throat, veins bulging on the back of his hand, looking at Bella like a provoked beast.
Ready to kill in an instant.
To silence her forever.
"Go ahead, kill me! Kill me, and your secret will never come out."
Bella's face turned pale, and seeing Sean hesitate, she reached up and pried his hand from her throat.
"You can't do it, can you? You know that if I die, you'll have no kindred spirit left in this world. Look at you—always scheming, always plotting to hurt others. But in the end, what you fear isn't other people, it's the demon inside yourself." As Bella spoke, she turned to leave, but Sean grabbed her shoulder and pressed her against the glass, kissing her roughly.
Like a crazed beast devouring its prey. Bella struggled, but the more she fought, the more savage he became. When the metallic taste of blood reached her lips, the man released her mouth and moved to her neck, biting and tearing.
Pressing forward relentlessly, regardless of whether she was willing or not.
"Let go, Sean, let me go."
Sean pulled open the bedroom window, his defined fingers gripping Bella's shoulders, as if he could crush her. "Scream! Louder, so your precious Michael can hear how you moan under me."
Bella slapped the man across the face.
Her chest was heaving violently.
Hatred and resentment were surging through her. "You're trash."
"Is that it already?"
"What do you think those two upstairs are doing? Having a romantic chat?"
"No way! Since when does dating involve constant slapping?"
That's too scary. Being single is way more fun.
Thalia nodded. "True."
"Any gossip? I want to hear."
Finn shrugged. "I don't know."
In the black Maybach by the roadside near the Jimenez Mansion, Thalia was too curious about the Jimenez family's affairs to resist coming with William. But she didn't go inside.
Sitting in the car, bored after playing two rounds of games and about to start a third, she noticed lights turning on in a second-floor bedroom. She glanced up, and what a show it was.
"That's it?"
"They stopped fighting? That Bella looks so gentle and delicate, but turns out she's pretty tough!"
Finn was curious. "You've met her?"
"Saw her once at Regal City. She looked petite, gentle as jade, the kind that makes you want to protect her."
"Sean married young. I thought it was for love! Who knew!" Thalia sighed, resting her chin in her hand.
The gates of the Jimenez Mansion opened, and Steven came out with a rare smile to see them off.
Thalia watched the family and couldn't help but laugh.
Bella composed herself upstairs before coming down to see William off. As the man got in the car and the door opened, a faint scent of perfume wafted out—the same scent that matched the figure from Regal City.
Instinctively, she suddenly realized Thalia was in his car.
With that thought, Bella's toes moved slightly, as if she wanted to step forward, but Sean grabbed her wrist, pressing down hard with his fingers, pulling her briefly lost emotions back to reality.
"Nice chat?"
"I guess," William responded to Thalia, pulling a blanket over her legs.
Sitting in the car, Thalia adjusted her position, looked at William, and blinked. "Don't you have anything you want to share with me?"
"Like what?" William opened Thalia's thermos, pausing mid-motion as he was about to take a sip of hot water.
Thalia took the thermos from him. "Like, about Sean and his wife."
The man's eyes flickered, as if curious how Thalia knew.
Seeing William's reaction, Thalia nodded, pulled out her phone, and showed him the video she'd just recorded.
"How about that?"
"Is their married life more exciting than ours?"
"Kind of jealous."
William handed the phone back to her. "Jealous of what? Jealous that she has a husband who could strangle her at any moment?"
"Jealous that she can slap her husband so freely." Thalia's clear eyes fell on William's face.
William's mouth twitched as he sat up straight, too lazy to look at Thalia.
Instead, Thalia kicked off her heels and pressed her feet against William's thigh for warmth. The man smoothly pulled the blanket over her feet.
The gesture was as casual as any unremarkable daily routine.
"The Jimenezes all have their own agendas. Rather than breaking through Michael, it's better to break through Sean's wife. After all, Sean cares about her, and Steven and Eileen care about Sean. Once the chain reaction starts, it could be deadly."
"What are you thinking?" The man's warm palm fell on her feet, gently rubbing them.
It was warm and tingly.
"Last time she saw me, she seemed like she had something to tell me."