Late night.

"What are you doing?!" Shanna woke up from her dream and pressed her hand firmly against the leaning man, warning him angrily, "I'm on my period, asshole!"

"Period?" The man made a hoarse sound from his throat, "Didn't you call me an asshole? How about I show you?"

Aron clamped down on her hands, and in the dim, uncertain light, his handsome face looked like a beast with its fangs open. Whether he liked the taste of his prey or not, the beast wanted nothing more than to take it out right now.

No matter how much Shanna resisted, she couldn't stop him.

"Aren't you on your period?" The man stared at her and gave a sneering laugh, "Can you speak a word of truth with that mouth?"

Shanna bit her lower lip, her face as gray as death. She just hoped this bullying would end soon!

"Shanna, don't you love me so much? Why don't you react at all?" Even though she couldn't see his expression, she could feel the anger on his face.

He was right. She loved him, but her love for him had ended the day Jenna had died.

She had now become what he said she was. A stiff piece of wood.

Even many times, she wished she was a stiff piece of wood. That way her heart wouldn't hurt so much when he brutally demanded and misunderstood her.

"You want me to give you a reaction?" Shanna sneered with disdain and pain. Then she placed her hand on Aron's neck. For the first time in two years, she gave him passion.

The next day, she woke up sore.

There was the sound of rushing water in the bathroom.

Shanna looked down at the obvious marks on her body, one after another, as if they were scars recording the pain she had endured last night.

Last night was the only night in two years that she hadn't been a stiff piece of wood.

Nevertheless, the body fit does not mean that the soul is attached to each other.

The person Aron was in love with was never her. She was not, she is not, and she will never be.

Aron came out of the bathroom topless and glanced disgustedly at Shanna on the bed, "There's a family party tonight."

In short, like an order.

Aron is the eldest son of the Dinardos. He was the one who gave the orders in the family and in the famous Dinardo group.

Shanna is used to him talking this way.

"I'm going back to see my dad today, Saturday, and I'll join you when I get back this afternoon." Her tone was as cold as her face, but her words were a plea.

"Whatever!" Aron didn't care about her. Just as he was grabbing his coat and getting ready to leave the house, he suddenly remembered something.

"Don't ever touch Bailey again!" he warned coldly.

Shanna looked into his angry eyes and sneered, "Why? Afraid I'll kill it?"

Aron's eyes darkened, his anger intensified, and he said slowly, "Shanna, you need to know that I didn't keep your cheap life because of our mother's friendship. I kept you around because I wanted to torture you slowly until you atoned for the sins you committed. Until I feel like Jenna can have peace in heaven!"

"So what? Jenna is dead and I'm still alive in this world." Shanna was full of mockery and looked at him like a victor.

"You want to die!" Aron grabbed her by the neck with a fierce expression, truly hating her death.

Shanna looked at him with scarlet eyes, no matter how much pain she was in, she didn't even grunt.

Aron pushed her away, coldly taunting: "Don't think you can just die, if you die, your father and your grandmother will also be buried with you!