Chapter 92: Chapter 92: A Foul Mouth Must Pay the Price
With a piercing scream, Vivian Linton was tackled to the ground by Holly Sinclair.
In the next instant, Holly grabbed her hair and slammed her head down.
THUD!
Vivian Linton’s forehead slammed hard against a rock.
Blood immediately gushed from the wound on her head, and she saw stars.
"AHH!"
She screamed even louder, howling like a banshee for help. "Tristan, save me... AHH... Tristan..."
THUD! THUD!
Holly Sinclair showed no mercy, forcing Vivian Linton’s head down and smashing it twice more.
Every time she heard Vivian’s manipulative, two-faced words, she couldn’t suppress her violent impulses.
’Running that mouth of hers...’
’...comes at a price!’
Vivian Linton’s forehead throbbed with pain. Warm drops of blood streamed down the bridge of her nose as she cried, tears and snot smearing her face.
"Holly, stop!"
A sharp command rang out as Tristan Sterling forcefully grabbed Holly’s hand.
A sharp pain shot through Holly’s wrist, and she involuntarily released her grip on Vivian Linton’s hair.
Vivian Linton scrambled to her feet, immediately hiding behind Tristan Sterling. Tears streamed down her face as she accused, "Holly, you’re insane! What gives you the right to hit me?!"
"What gives me the right?" Holly sneered, her vicious gaze looking as if she wanted to tear Vivian to shreds. "Vivian Linton, after what you’ve done, killing you would be letting you off easy!"
"Holly!" Tristan roared in fury.
His handsome face was dark and terrifying.
Holly had been about to say that Vivian was the one who kidnapped her, but seeing Tristan as fiercely protective of Vivian as always, she suddenly found she couldn’t get the words out.
’Because even if I told him, Tristan wouldn’t believe me.’
’Even if he did believe me, he’d probably destroy any evidence he found just to protect Vivian...’
’No!’
’I have to investigate this myself!’
Suddenly—
"What is this?"
Tristan stared intently at Holly’s neck.
There was a red mark on her fair skin.
It was impossible to tell what had caused it, but in Tristan’s eyes, it was a blatant sign she had cheated on him.
Feeling his sharp gaze, Holly touched her neck.
She instinctively wanted to say it was just a bug bite, but before she could speak, his furious roar echoed once more—
"I asked you, what is this?!"
Tristan’s eyes were bloodshot, his voice so cold it sounded like it came from the depths of Hell.
Holly understood.
He thought it was a hickey.
He thought she and Brandon had done something.
’Hah.’
"It’s none of your business!"
Holly tried to shake off his hand, her tone equally cold.
But he yanked her brutally toward him. His icy breath washed over her face. "Holly, are you that eager to die?"
Her anger boiled over into a derisive laugh.
She used the momentum to shove him hard, taking two steps back to glare at him. "Tristan Sterling," she sneered, "what right do you have to control me? It’s not like you’re so pure yourself!"
"Holly, that’s not how it works," Vivian chimed in before Tristan could speak. "How can men and women be the same? Didn’t your mother ever teach you that a wife must obey her husband—AHH!"
She didn’t even finish her sentence before Holly suddenly raised a hand, causing her to shriek in terror.
She hurriedly hid behind Tristan again.
Tristan seized Holly’s upraised hand, a towering inferno of rage surging within him...
Without a word, he suddenly started dragging her towards the cave exit.
His strides were huge, and Holly stumbled to keep up as he dragged her along.
"Tristan, Tristan, wait for me... Tristan... AHH..."
Vivian froze for a second. When she came to her senses, she rushed to follow, but with her prosthetic leg, walking on the cave’s uneven floor was extremely difficult.
In a moment of carelessness, she tripped and fell flat on the ground.
’My scream will definitely get Tristan’s attention,’ she thought. ’He’ll surely let go of that bitch Holly and come back to my side.’
But to her surprise—
Tristan paid her no mind, dragging Holly away without a single glance back.
Vivian stared, dumbfounded and in utter disbelief.
’This is the first time Tristan has ever left me behind!’
’Did he not hear me scream?’
’That has to be it!’
’If he had heard me, there’s no way he wouldn’t have come back.’
’It’s all that bitch Holly’s fault!’
’If she hadn’t cheated on Tristan, he wouldn’t be this furious. And if he weren’t this furious, he would have heard me call for him.’
AHH!!
Vivian slammed her fist on the ground, her venomous eyes glaring at Holly’s retreating back with bitter resentment.
The hatred in her eyes was enough to destroy the world.
...
「Azure Bay」
Holly was dragged into the bathroom by Tristan.
The furious man threw her forcefully.
"Hiss..."
She slammed into the cold wall, sucking in a sharp breath of pain.
Before she could react, he turned on the shower, drenching her from above.
"Tristan, what are you doing?"
Holly shivered violently from the shock of the cold water and screamed in fury.
Thankfully, the water quickly warmed up.
Tristan’s face was as hard as iron, his eyes burning with furious flames, and a heavy, hostile aura radiated from him.
"Wash yourself clean!"
He ripped open her collar, exposing the glaring red mark, and spat three words through gritted teeth.
Every word was like ice.
The water streamed down her pale neck.
"Don’t touch me!"
Holly roared, her eyes turning red.
’He thinks I’m dirty.’
’When he’s the one who’s the filthiest of all!!’
"Is there any part of you I haven’t touched?" Tristan sneered, grinding his teeth, his gaze dark and predatory. "What’s with this act?"
At the same time, he began ripping off her clothes.
Holly resisted with all her might, but it was useless.
Soon, she was standing completely naked under the spray.
His sharp gaze swept over her body. When he found no other marks, the fire in his heart abated slightly.
He suddenly grabbed her neck and scrubbed viciously at the red mark.
He was so forceful it seemed he wanted to scrub the skin right off.
Holly flinched in pain, tears welling up in her eyes.
"Tristan, what the hell is wrong with you?"
Overcome with rage and hatred, she shrieked at him.
"Holly, you dare let Brandon touch you? Are you trying to die?" He leaned down, his face close to hers, and spoke through gritted teeth.
"What right do you have to control me?"
"I have no right to control you? Say that again!"
"You have no righ—mmph..."
Her defiance completely enraged him.
Tristan didn’t wait for Holly to finish, crushing his lips against hers.
’This mouth of hers... it’s better when it’s not talking.’
’She’s too good at pissing me off!’
"Tristan, you... let go... Mmph..."
Holly resisted with all her might, punching and kicking him.
But he was an immovable wall, holding her tightly in his embrace.
Suddenly, he bit down on her neck.
Right on the red mark.
’I’ll cover that eyesore with a mark of my own.’
’Not just there. I’ll leave my mark all over her body!’
Holly was in so much pain her eyes filled with tears.
The difference in their strength was too great. He easily neutralized all her attempts to fight back.
He pinned her against the cold tile wall, leaving marks on her body with a mad frenzy.
Holly was forced to endure it. She tried to push him away but couldn’t. She tried to escape but couldn’t.
Soon, her body was covered in bruises.
Looking at his handiwork, Tristan was very satisfied.
Holly’s heart went cold.
When he lowered his head to kiss her lips again, she shoved him hard.
She seized the chance to run out of the bathroom.
But before she had run a few steps, her body was suddenly lifted into the air.
"AHH!"
The world spun, and she was thrown viciously onto the bed.
