Chapter 5

Marco was exuding a cold aura. He was merely a few inches away from Kristen and Kristen was instantly awakened by his cold aura. Facing his malicious gaze, she did not know where to look.

Suddenly, he grabbed her chin. She was forced to raise her head and look at him.

"Marco, why did you come back?" Kristen asked in a panic.

"I can come back whenever I want. Do I need to report to you?" Marco knelt on the bed. Ignoring Kristen's resistance, he pressed down on her body, grabbing her wrist without a light heart.

He felt that her body became stiff. She kept resisting and struggling, but her legs were clamped by his.

Kristen panicked. She had never seen Marco like this before. He was now like a vicious wolf that wanted to tear her apart and swallow her whole. She was very afraid of him when he was like this. In her memory, Marco was gentle and refined. But now, things had been a little fuzzy.

Kristen began to beg for mercy, "Marco, it hurts..."

"Kristen, you disgust me. Your face and your body make me nauseous," said Marco. At the same time, he thought, "A woman like Kristen is really not worthy of being treated well. Patience for her is unnecessary."

Kristen's body stiffened. She bit her lower lip tightly. Her face was deathly pale like old paper under the dim light.

She was used to Marco's insulting words, but for some reason, she still felt heartache, as if she was being squeezed in the palm of someone's hand.

Marco rarely came back. And when he was at home, he just took her for a **********. It was like she had to fulfill her obligations as a wife.

Today, Brenda was injured. Logically speaking, Marco should have been in the hospital comforting his beloved. However, he was in her bedroom now in the middle of the night. Kristen thought for a moment and figured it out. It was most likely because he had a conflict with Brenda. Otherwise, how could he come to see her at this point?

But tonight, Kristen really had no strength to deal with him. She pushed his strong chest, in an attempt to escape. Just as her body straightened up, her long hair at the back of her head was dragged from behind.

Kristen let out a cry of pain as she leaned back. "Marco, it's already too late. I don't want to **** **** with you..."

Kristen didn't know why these words provoked Marco. The gloomy look on his face was particularly terrifying under the light. He grabbed Kristen's hand and forcefully pressed her face against the pillow.

"Kristen, you can drop the act. Do you think I don't know what you are thinking? You threatened me to get married and now you wanna let me know you're not a bitch?"

Marco's words were too unpleasant to hear. Kristen's breathing was trembling. She stared at the ceiling, her eyes brimming with tears. In the end, she failed to hold back her tears and her pillow became wet.

This was the person she wanted to marry, who used the most vicious words to hurt her severely.

Marco looked at her moist eyes and his heart skipped a beat. He pulled off the tie around his neck in frustration and tied Kristen's hand to the bed with it.

Kristen endured the pain that her stomach cancer brought her. Her tongue pressed against her teeth. In this way, she suppressed her voice and swallowed the blood in her throat. At the moment, she even wished she was dead.

Marco glanced at her who was curled up like a cat in the quilt, trembling and looking pitiful.

Marco did not take Kristen seriously, so in his eyes, Kristen had always been in good health. It was normal for her to go to work on time after working overnight. He had been with her for a long time and in his memory, she had never fallen ill.

Her long hair lay down on the bed. Her back was very thin, and when she bent her body, her two shoulder blades were like butterflies about to spread their wings.

He couldn't help but reach out to touch her back. Just as his fingertips touched it, she seemed to be frightened and subconsciously dodged. Marco's eyes flashed with ruthlessness and he was extremely unhappy.

"You're usually like a dead fish. Now you want to play hard-to-get? But let me tell you, it's useless." Marco felt a fire burning inside. This fire was so strange that even he did not know what to do with it.

He was unwilling to admit that it was brought to him by Kristen. He tried to think of Brenda. But as he recalled the question Brenda had asked him in the hospital when he was going to divorce Kristen, his mood immediately became foul.

Marco gritted his teeth and said inwardly, "Kristen is not worthy of the argument between me and Brenda at all."

Kristen was like a turtle in its shell, in a state of self-protection. She felt so cold. The air conditioner was on and she was covered with a quilt, but she still felt cold.

It was as if there was a wound through her heart, too painful.

Kristen had always been able to bear the pain with her teeth gritted. But this time, she really couldn't bear it anymore. Once the thought of divorce entered her mind, it would spread wildly.

She decided to talk to Marco about the divorce when she had the strength. She was dying and had no time to please him.

When Kristen was in so much pain that she fainted, she heard Marco say the last sentence.

"Do you think I would pay attention to you if you didn't have the same blood type as Brenda? You will soon lose your value."

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By the time Kristen woke up, Marco had disappeared. She weakly propped herself up, and the blanket slid down her body, revealing the hideous wound on her neck and shoulder.

Kristen got out of bed and as soon as her feet landed on the ground, she felt dizzy and her vision was blurry for a moment. She entered the bathroom in a daze and looked at herself in the mirror.

Her body was full of wounds. She just pitied herself. Marco was her special someone as well as her only love. She tried to please him for four years, but in the end, she had no choice but to say goodbye to him.

"In this world, how good would it be if one could obtain love only with hard work?" Kristen imagined.

Kristen washed her face and brushed her teeth. Her throat had become more and more aching after last night's crying. As she brushed her teeth, she retched and the toothpaste foam that she spat out was stained with blood.

Kristen had always been very adaptable. She was already used to pretending that she did not care about vomiting blood. She just turned on the tap and washed away the blood foam in the bathtub.

By the time she finished washing, it was already half-past seven. She didn't want to eat anything, but thinking of her stomach cancer, she warmed up a glass of milk to drink.

After that, Kristen went to the company and processed the documents. She noticed that the profits of the past few months were declining. And she seemed to have seen the day that the Lawrence Group fell into decline.

Kristen already knew that Marco was secretly suppressing the Lawrence Group. In terms of revenging on her, he was unscrupulous.

Marco would always take revenge for his enemies. As the man-of-action leader, he succeeded in bringing the Lawrence Group to its downfall in just a few years.

In the end, she couldn't beat him.

Kristen might never be able to be as sharp-mined as Marco.

After flipping through a document, Kristen leaned back against the back of her chair. She picked up the coffee on the table and took a sip. The bitter taste of the coffee displaced that of blood in her throat.

Kristen stood up and walked to the window. Looking at the tall buildings in front of her, she thought it was time to prepare for her funeral.

And she wondered who could manage the group after she died.

Her father? Or her brother? These two were both idle. If she handed over the Lawrence Group to them, it would surely go bankrupt in a few years.

After thinking for a long time, Kristen found that the most suitable person to take over the Lawrence Group was her legal husband, Marco, the one who wanted it to go bankrupt.

Kristen's expression was gloomy. The worry in her eyes was like inky darkness. She raised her left hand and pressed it against the cold window, her fingers tapping against the glass.

The office was very quiet and the slight tapping sound was particularly clear. It was rare for Kristen to free her mind. She liked it when she was in a state of absent-mindedness. Only in this way could she temporarily forget the pain that destiny brought her.

The cellphone on the desk suddenly vibrated. Kristen came back to her senses and looked over at it. Even though she was ten feet away from it, she still saw the word "Father" on the screen.

Father was supposed to be one of the warmest words in the world, but it was just a cold title for Kristen. Kristen walked over and picked up the phone.

"Kristen, transfer 300,000 dollars to my account." Darin's voice was low, his tone cold.

Kristen tightened her grip on her phone. "Dad, you're calling me just for money?"

Darin sounded a little impatient. "As a daughter, you should give me money. Do you think I would want to ask you for money if you weren't in charge of the Lawrence Group? If you don't want to give me money, give me the shares of the Lawrence Group."

Kristen thought about the word "daughter" carefully.

"Did you hear that?" Darin screamed on his phone.

Kristen suppressed her emotions and asked, "Didn't I transfer you 150,000 dollars last week? You've used it all up in these few days?"

"What can that little money do?" Darin felt a little guilty, but when he thought of Kristen in charge of such a big company, and sometimes earning millions in a day, his guilt disappeared in an instance.

"Hurry up and transfer the money. Otherwise, I will go to your company to ask for it. Let's see if I will lose face or you will."

"I can give you money, but you have to tell me what you are going to do with the money." 300,000 dollars was not a small amount.

Darin softened his tone. "I've been interested in an investment project recently. I'm only short of 300,000 dollars. I won't ask you for it after I earn money."

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