Contract Marriage With My Billionaire Wife

Sandro dived back on to her neck and took her skin into his lips but his anger could not satisfy him that he bit her neck leaving a glaring mark on her neck. “L.. leave me.” Elle groaned and half cried with his acts which made her realise that he was no more the man she once knew.

“Leave you, huh? I can’t, my love.” The cunning man grabbed her neck and nearly choked her, and she gasped for breath and tried to shove him away by putting her hand on his face. “You are hur… hurting me!”

She spoke in between her trial to break free, when Sandro released her neck and the murderous intent in his eyes died. “I… I’m sorry…” He immediately apologised and tried to touch her shoulder to inquire if she was fine, while Elle gasped and coughed while holding her neck.Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

As soon as Sandro moved near her the lady slapped him hard and her finger prints appeared on his face. The man had no clue that she could do something like that, even though the lady had split open his head earlier.

“I hate you, I fucking hate you!” The woman snapped and once again slapped him, she was angry no doubt and the hatred had turned into the poison that Elle slapped him thrice before her hand started to hurt. While Sandro did not react and kept on holding back his guilt and anger, he sure was upset and did not know how to win her heart back. Maybe he had completely lost it!

“You want to own me back, huh? Like this?” Elle snapped at him and grabbed the man by the collar as she yelled at him by looking straight into his eyes. “By imposing yourself on me, huh?”

She jerked him and then released his collars, Sandro wanted to yell and cry but could not do anything as he remained there. Elle stood up from the bed and dashed towards the bathroom while he could hear her sobs, as he sat on the bed holding his head in between his hands.

‘I messed it up… I ruined it.’ He could not help but to scold himself with the truth, maybe he could have tried less recklessly in order to win her back. “Elle?” He followed her and walked towards the washroom while his knock on the door sounded more gentle and calm than before.

He called out to heer in order to fox the things, but he heard nothing from the other side. Whereas Elle leaned against the door and her body slumped on the floor because she could not bear the fact that Sandro had changed.

“You were bad before, now you are disastrous, you know?” She yelled at him as her voice resonated in the bathroom which was heard by him outside. Sandro placed his hand on the door and the words hit him like a bolt, he was slapped in the face and the pain still stung his cheek but somehow he was not able to feel it anymore. Because the pain of heartbreak was more than the physical one at that moment.

“I’m sorry… I really am.” He spoke in order to make it up to her but he was late, perhaps too late for everything. Elle shoved her head in between her knees a s the lady responded within her muffled cries and suppressed anger.

“All you have is this measly sorry, you ruin things and say sorry. Do you think you can really get away with that every time, huh?” She shouted loud enough to make sure he heard her. “No, no!” Sandro’s voice broke as he sat on the floor too, he turned around as his back touched the door. There was only the door in between them as they both confronted each other and talked.

“I know I have ruined things, to the extent that they can’t be fixed.” He raked through his hair and broke down emotionally, when the austere looking man seemed crestfallen. Sandro’s’ right fully tattooed arm rested in his hair while the other was just laying in his lap, with dried blood on his forehead and teary eyes the man looked no less than a goon of the streets!

“But at least I can try. No?” His voice resonated in a low whisper while Elle closed her eyes and kept quiet. The wooden door in between their backs had been holding back their embarrassed conditions. “I want to fix stuff between us, but you are not even letting me try at all.”

He stood up from the floor and sniffled as he headed back into the room, it was the moment when the door opened behind him. “You want to fix things between us?” Elle strode outside with the question while she wore a stern expression on her face.