Left at the Altar with His Triplets: The Billionaire Begs for Forgiveness - Chapter 109: Chapter 109
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Hearing her painful "mmph" sounds, I felt a surge of satisfaction.
So being the villain... felt this good.
"Paisley!" Arnold roared.
The next second, his hand forcefully stopped me.
I turned to look at him, neither dodging nor avoiding, meeting his cold stare.
Stop Dominic?
No, I didn't want to stop him.
Being good only gets you bullied. Today—I didn't want to be good anymore.
Looking at him, I said word by word: "I'll only be more excessive than him. If you stop me, I'll whip you too."
Dominic was ruthless. But I... could be more ruthless.
After hearing this, Dominic laughed, laughed heartily, "Worthy of being the woman I love."
Arnold's eyes were cold and sharp, staring at me, his hand gripping my wrist tightly, almost as if he wanted to crush my bones: "Do you have any regard for the law?"
I showed no fear, "Yes, but it depends on who we're dealing with. For people like you who don't take the law seriously, we don't need to follow rules either. Otherwise, we'd just be bullied, wouldn't we?"
Everything that happened tonight made me understand more clearly that being too honest only invites bullying, even harm to those around you.
I shook off his hand forcefully: "Does it hurt to watch? Then control her. Don't let her keep provoking me again and again."
At this moment, the tape on Victoria's mouth fell off, and she desperately shouted to Arnold: "Arnold! Save me! They're going to kill me... I don't know what I did wrong, why? Why do my parents have to be treated like this too?"
She cried hysterically, then pointed at me and continued her accusations: "Paisley can dislike me, but why does she have to take it out on my parents? Arnold, they drove into our house and smashed everything to pieces, I, I..."
Her words finally made Arnold realize—tonight was indeed a disaster for the Hayes family.
His face became unprecedentedly grim, his gaze falling on Dominic, obviously reassessing this "auction house owner."
"Why do you have to make things difficult for her?" he asked me through gritted teeth.
I smiled coldly: "Then why don't you ask her why she keeps coming to find death at my doorstep?"
"What did she do again? The police have already investigated Elodie's matter clearly!"
Arnold's tone clearly carried accusation, "You already hurt her once at the hospital, and I didn't pursue it. Paisley, what more do you want? Don't you think you're being too excessive by pushing your luck?"
I responded word by word: "So what? Do you despise me? If you despise me, then divorce me, Arnold. I never wanted to live with you anyway. You like her, then divorce me and marry her."
He couldn't speak, only those eyes became deeper, more terrifying, the coldness almost freezing me.
My back unconsciously felt cold, but I still stared at him without dodging or hiding.
"If you don't divorce me, this three-way war between us won't end. What you're seeing now is just the beginning."
I just wanted a divorce, to take the children and leave this place of trouble.
After these few days back, I'd had enough.
He suddenly asked coldly: "You're so eager for divorce because of that man, isn't it?"
His gaze fell on Dominic, sharp as a knife.
Before I could speak, Dominic had already walked over, naturally putting his arm around my shoulders.
He said: "That's right, we're getting married. So please, stay away from my future wife."
Arnold's gaze fell on Dominic's hand around my shoulders, radiating sharp intensity.
Then, he stared at me, his voice low, carrying bone-deep fury: "What he said... is it true?"
So being the villain... felt this good.
"Paisley!" Arnold roared.
The next second, his hand forcefully stopped me.
I turned to look at him, neither dodging nor avoiding, meeting his cold stare.
Stop Dominic?
No, I didn't want to stop him.
Being good only gets you bullied. Today—I didn't want to be good anymore.
Looking at him, I said word by word: "I'll only be more excessive than him. If you stop me, I'll whip you too."
Dominic was ruthless. But I... could be more ruthless.
After hearing this, Dominic laughed, laughed heartily, "Worthy of being the woman I love."
Arnold's eyes were cold and sharp, staring at me, his hand gripping my wrist tightly, almost as if he wanted to crush my bones: "Do you have any regard for the law?"
I showed no fear, "Yes, but it depends on who we're dealing with. For people like you who don't take the law seriously, we don't need to follow rules either. Otherwise, we'd just be bullied, wouldn't we?"
Everything that happened tonight made me understand more clearly that being too honest only invites bullying, even harm to those around you.
I shook off his hand forcefully: "Does it hurt to watch? Then control her. Don't let her keep provoking me again and again."
At this moment, the tape on Victoria's mouth fell off, and she desperately shouted to Arnold: "Arnold! Save me! They're going to kill me... I don't know what I did wrong, why? Why do my parents have to be treated like this too?"
She cried hysterically, then pointed at me and continued her accusations: "Paisley can dislike me, but why does she have to take it out on my parents? Arnold, they drove into our house and smashed everything to pieces, I, I..."
Her words finally made Arnold realize—tonight was indeed a disaster for the Hayes family.
His face became unprecedentedly grim, his gaze falling on Dominic, obviously reassessing this "auction house owner."
"Why do you have to make things difficult for her?" he asked me through gritted teeth.
I smiled coldly: "Then why don't you ask her why she keeps coming to find death at my doorstep?"
"What did she do again? The police have already investigated Elodie's matter clearly!"
Arnold's tone clearly carried accusation, "You already hurt her once at the hospital, and I didn't pursue it. Paisley, what more do you want? Don't you think you're being too excessive by pushing your luck?"
I responded word by word: "So what? Do you despise me? If you despise me, then divorce me, Arnold. I never wanted to live with you anyway. You like her, then divorce me and marry her."
He couldn't speak, only those eyes became deeper, more terrifying, the coldness almost freezing me.
My back unconsciously felt cold, but I still stared at him without dodging or hiding.
"If you don't divorce me, this three-way war between us won't end. What you're seeing now is just the beginning."
I just wanted a divorce, to take the children and leave this place of trouble.
After these few days back, I'd had enough.
He suddenly asked coldly: "You're so eager for divorce because of that man, isn't it?"
His gaze fell on Dominic, sharp as a knife.
Before I could speak, Dominic had already walked over, naturally putting his arm around my shoulders.
He said: "That's right, we're getting married. So please, stay away from my future wife."
Arnold's gaze fell on Dominic's hand around my shoulders, radiating sharp intensity.
Then, he stared at me, his voice low, carrying bone-deep fury: "What he said... is it true?"
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