Please Let Me Go novel Chapter 1

It was night. Thunder was rumbling and lightning was flashing outside the window amidst the heavy downpour. The woman who was sleeping soundly on a bed was suddenly lifted up. A pair of powerful big hands was pulling her underwear down deftly without any presage. An unexpected attack was then launched.

Adelaide Swift awoke due to the excruciating pain at her lower body part and she let out an exclamation instinctively. The familiar body smell and the ruthless aura made her fully awake at once. “Antonio Baron!” There was rage in her voice. She writhed madly and struggled to escape from the man’s suppression. Yet Antonio ignored her completely. He bit her collar bone and neck like a wild animal, leaving bruises on her, yet did not kiss her lips.

Adelaide was scared of thunder therefore she slept with the lights on. She could see Antonio’s libidinous look very clearly. His eyes were flooded with lust yet the disgust in them did not show any sign of decline. With a rush of indignation, and not knowing why, she suddenly put her arm around his neck and approached him, wanting to kiss his lips.

As expected, she was given a hard push before she could even touch him, and she fell back onto the bed once again. “Adelaide Swift, how dare you!” he bawled. “Antonio Baron, you’ve lost your cherry to me, even if you want to keep your first kiss for Clarissa Swift, do you think you’re still pure?” She raised her head. It was the first time she stared boldly into a man’s eyes without any fear. It had already been two years. She had had enough. She had had enough of Antonio’s giving her the cold shoulder.

Antonio snorted. “So what if I do want to keep it?” He pulled out a napkin to wipe his body and rolled it in disgust, tossed it randomly onto the floor looking like a merciless demon. Adelaide felt her body so painful as if being torn to pieces from the torture. She lied on the bed in exhaustion and tears flowed down her cheeks silently. She sneered. “It was her that you want to marry in the first place, wasn’t it? If I wasn’t there, you two will be living happily ever after together, right?”

“So what? Since you knew how you get to marry me back then, you should be prepared to get tortured. You deserve it all.” Having said that, Antonio once again stooped down and stared at her with brooding eyes. Adelaide’s chest tightened and she knew she had irritated him once more. She quickly backed up feeling slightly afraid. “No, I don’t want it. Since you don’t love me, even if it means death, I won’t want to get humiliated and tortured by you anymore!” She broke the wedding photo frame on the bedside cabinet to pieces and picked up one of the broken pieces. She placed it on her neck and stared at Antonio determinedly.

Yet how could she match him. Without even realizing, there was a sharp pain on her palm and a deep cut was left. Blood gushed out of the wound and dripped onto the snowy mattress, leaving stains like blooming flowers. The room was full of blood smell. With a crash, the glass piece dropped straight onto the ground and broke into pieces, so did Adelaide’s heart.

The moment Adelaide watched him left, a chill had diffused from her heart to other parts of her body, and she felt like she was trapped in an ice cave. It turned out what supported their two years of marriage was Antonio’s hatred towards her. She had no idea why Antonio would overreact, yet there was one thing she knew at least, that was he would not love her, and he would not love her till the day he died.

It was just at the blink of an eye that the feelings she once had for Antonio had completely gone. The man she had thought of for decades had shattered her love for him within just two years. She let out a wry smile yet boiling tears kept on flowing out of her eyes. After Antonio left, there was only her being alone in the room and a deadly silence had prevailed across the huge and empty room.

A phone suddenly rang and the crispy sound echoed in the room. She went over to pick up the phone and heard the words said by the person at the end of the phone. “Mrs. Baron, you’ve forgotten to take the body checkup report last time. I have to congratulate you that you’re pregnant!”