100 Million Yuan Wife - chapter-325-untitled
Chapter 325: Untitled
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Cheng Anya gritted her teeth. While her side profile suggested a
tenacious fierceness, her gaze seemed calm. The contours of her tender
face stood out, and her tender skin felt cool as the sea breeze blew
Even more humiliation awaited her.
As the scorching sun bore down on her, Cheng Anya felt a coldness and
jabbed her fingers into the sand. The sand stuck in her nails reminded
her of the humiliation that she was going through.
“What a strong character you have there.” Louis smiled cryptically as
he ran his slender fingers up and down Cheng Anya’s collarbone. With
his emerald gaze somewhat darkened, the melancholic prince turned into a
beast in heat that was about to pounce on her.
There was nary a person on the beach, which had its blue sky and white
sand. Like a grain of sand on the beach, even a person on the beach was
Louis, like Third Young Master Ye, was not somebody who would make life
easy for people. They enjoyed the process of bringing people agony,
specifically the over-the-top torture.
This would definitely satisfy him a fair bit.
Ah Chen… Ah Chen… She stiffened herself as her heart cried out for Ye
Chen again and again. This was the only way she was able to endure
Louis’ torture, suppressing the rage and indignation that built up in
her heart and holding her tears at bay.
Cheng Anya had always believed that one was capable of saving oneself. As
she was unable to even save herself, she extremely hoped for her knight
in shining armor to come by, slay Louis, and save her from that
insufferable pain and humiliation.
But she also clearly understood that it was her wishful thinking that
would not come true. She had to endure what Louis did to her all by
As Louis grabbed Cheng Anya’s chin and forcefully turned Cheng Anya’s
head around, he saw a strong-willingness in her gaze. With the saying
that one’s gaze speaks volumes about their heart, the same could be
said for Cheng Anya.
When she smiled, she gave them an impression of radiance, yet people
could feel that hidden intelligence in her. When she was tough, she was
as tough as men and had a candidness that did not discriminate.
He liked people of such a character.
“Third Young Master Ye and you are extremely similar in character. And
that’s why I am taking an interest in you.” Louis gently smiled as he
suddenly went down and pressed down on Cheng Anya’s sides. “I wonder
how you would taste. I sure can’t wait to taste you.” A hint of
darkness flashed through his emerald gaze.
While Cheng Anya was no coward, him drawing closer to her caused her to
fear. While her steely gaze did not betray her panic, her trembling hands
Louis was able to see through her pretense. As he was hell-bent on
mind-screwing her, he ran his slender hands down her scapula.
“Afraid, huh? Show me your courage, Anya. That’s just plain sucky and
will clearly not last.” Louis’ seeming warning was also a mockery and
provocation. “For me to bed whomever Third Young Master Ye had bedded
will sure be quite humiliating, but I’m sure that Anya can take it.”
He gently planted a kiss on the crook of her neck.
She seemed to see an emerald green snake slither across her neck, about
to bite on it.
Cheng Anya almost broke down.
If she had a knife, she would rather bear the guilt of murdering Louis
without the slightest hesitation and stabbed Louis in the chest, allowing
his blood to cover her face.
She, however, could not do anything but yield under his oppression and
fear… until she died.
‘Louis, you are sure vicious!’
“I’m weak? Louis, if you are as good as you think, stop the chatter
and make me yours,” Cheng Anya coldly said. Since things had reached
such a stage, her pleading for mercy would only make his mind even more
twisted. Since escape was not an option, she had to choose to face it.
“It seems like Miss Cheng has gotten too used to acting strong.”
Louis smiled as he teased her. “If Third Young Master Ye knows that his
beloved woman was bedded by the person he hated most, don’t you think
that he would shoot you dead and save himself that embarrassment?”
“Shut up!” Cheng Anya roared. Louis’ words hit home and Cheng
Anya’s softest part was bloodied by him. Him mentioning Third Young
Master Ye in the midst of her torture was unimaginable.
He hated Louis the most!
In today’s society, it was common fare that a woman may not give her
virginity to her husband. Likewise, some also said that a man who was
deeply in love with a woman would not care if she was faithful. While
these applied, some things could not be talked about in the same light.
Although she could not guess what he did those years back, his twisted
fetishes and mental trauma he inflicted onto Third Young Master Ye all
these years created a deep psychological trauma that, even after
seventeen years, sent Third Young Master Ye into madness whenever the
latter heard his name.
If she was violated by Louis, how would her Ah Chen see her? Let it
slide? Who was she kidding? If this were somebody else, he might not
care. But… the person in question was Louis, and he would recall that
she had been hugged by Louis before.
Not only was he tortured, but she was tortured by Louis as well! Louis,
this sicko, would follow them like a shadow for the rest of their lives!
While peace could be maintained for a day or two, give or take a year or
two, wouldn’t hate eventually take root and cause them to drift away
from each other after a much longer time?
Louis, however sickeningly, called out Cheng Anya on what she did not
even want to think about.
This was her first time meeting somebody so vicious beyond her knowledge.
“Ahh…” Cheng Anya screamed.
This pain… akin to bone being crushed was no less than being stabbed in
the bones. Cheng Anya’s face paled as cold sweat beaded on her
forehead, irritating her wound.
With an even more excruciating pain awaiting her, what could she do? Who
could help her? The Cheng Anya who always believed in one saving oneself
prayed that gods would help her. If gods did exist, she would rather
Louis be struck down with lightning.
Under extreme pain and desperation, and impossible to save oneself, one
could only believe in the gods that they had never believed in. This was,
at least, a mental crutch, a beautiful wish that gave people the courage
to face and bear the suffering that they were about to encounter.
To carry on living.
Cheng Anya was extremely uncomfortable from the pain. While she wanted to
cry and shout as a catharsis to her excruciating pain, she could only
bite into her lip after that one shout and taste her own blood.
I will not cry… I will not cry…
“You are sure stubborn!” Louis smiled as he clenched his fingers
around her neck. “Do you think you are in a position to shut me up? And
yes, do you see that camera there?”
Louis pointed at the camera in the distance and smiled with glee.
“I’ll do you here, and then send the footage to Third Young Master Ye
for his enjoyment. What do you think?”
“No… F*** off… Ahh…” While she wanted to hide away, Louis
tightly gripped her neck. As he tightened his grip with force, Cheng
Anya’s upper body was lifted up and it was momentarily difficult for
her to breathe.
With her throat in a stranglehold, she could not help but open her mouth.
Blood trickled out of the corners of her lips, slowly dying her mouth
red. The traces of blood remained around her neck and seemingly blossomed
into a twisted red flower.
As her consciousness left her, her terribly pale face went silent and the
sky turned black around her. Would Louis really strangle her to death?
No, he would only torture her and not give her an easy death.
Knowing that, Cheng Anya, for a moment, hoped he would be that bit
stronger and crush her throat. She would then be freed from all that
suffering and from facing Third Young Master Ye after all that
When that thought flashed through her head, she really did not want to
With a person she loved and her son, she could bear to rush to her death
Just as she was about to suffocate, Louis viciously threw Cheng Anya
aside and she fell onto the beach. Her bloodied body contrasted against
the white sand. Just as she got a gasp of fresh air, Cheng Anya could not
help but cough for her dear life.
As she was lying on the sand and breathing heavily, fine sand entered her
nose and throat. Her eyes stung from the sand grounding against her nose
and throat, and her tears started to fall…
While this was a natural reaction, Cheng Anya could not stop crying. As
her repressed emotions exploded, she could not help but cry them out.
One could not tell whether the sand or her desire to cry it out caused it.
As she continued coughing, she started to sound hoarse.
Her heart ached, and no words save ‘unbearable’ could describe it.
As Louis yanked at her wrist, she suddenly felt a huge force pull her up
from the sand and twist her hand. A sharp pain spread through her. Cheng
Anya bit her lip unknowingly.
When Louis saw Cheng Anya scorned—her wound covered in tears, blood,
and sand—he felt an inexplicable excitement. As he ran his fingertips
across the tears on her eyelashes, Louis’ smile became even more
twisted. “Crying? How perfect. I was wondering when you would cry. Cry
it out. Cry out as loudly as you can. For all you know, I might just
Feeling doubly humiliated, Cheng Anya gritted her teeth and resisted
crying. As the sand had irritated her nose when she was crying, she cried
even more loudly and Louis seemed even more excited.
“Cry for me, damn it!!” Louis roared. As Cheng Anya looked around,
she suddenly felt that something was wrong.
In that instance, Cheng Anya suddenly understood something.
Some men are unable to have an erection due to injuries, past hurts, or
even due to twisted fantasies. Louis clearly belonged to… the latter.
Her eyes were wide open, and she kept herself from crying.
Don’t cry, just don’t cry. As long as she did not cry, he could not
do anything to her. That was the reason why he slowly tortured her and
then went berserk. It was because he simply could not…
Cheng Anya wanted to smile.
But a flurry of punches landed on her body, chest, shoulders, and
abdomen. With each punch heavier than the other, Louis even started to
slap her repeatedly.
“Cry for me, damn it!” Louis said sinisterly yet quietly, his
handsome face becoming that of the devil.
In your dreams!
Cheng Anya coldly smiled. If he wanted her to cry, he could dream all he
could. As she was numbed by the pain from Louis’ repeated beatings, she
repeatedly coughed blood. Nobody could stand up to that kind of
Cheng Anya, however, opened her eyes wide as she bore the punches no
women could bear. He had better be able to beat her to death.
Being hardy was not a solely male trait.
As Louis crazily beat Cheng Anya until she fainted, he did not see Cheng
Anya shed a single tear.