Bleeding Love

Aleena closed her eyes and pressed her lips.

"Why are you silent?" The fierce movements of Spencer seemed to break her thin body. "Do you want me to call those three beggars to you to make you happy?" Aleena's back trembled, and finally she succumbed to the unbounded cruelty of Spencer.

"I don't..." She answered softly, dropping her eyelashes.

She knew that if she did not respond again, Spencer would really bring the three disgusting beggars back to her.

He never showed mercy to her.

"Then open your eyes and take a look at you being so cheap!" Spencer grabbed her by the hair and forced her to look up at herself in the mirror.

Her heart tightened and Aleena felt humiliated.

She had thought that she would not feel hurt no matter what Spencer did to her...

But she still overestimated herself, or underestimated the extent to which Spencer tortured her.

He always had a way to torture her in a worse manner.

Aleena was forced to open her eyes to see how Spencer tortured her, how he gave her the cruelest pain...

When it was over, Aleena knelt down and fell on the edge of the mirror weakly.

Spencer looked at her with cold drooping eyes from his commanding position.

"Aleena, you'd better remember what you said. From now on, you are the private property of mine. If I ever find you have any thoughts that you shouldn't have, don't blame me for showing no mercy to you and your hypocritical adulterer!"

With that, Spencer turned and strode away.

Aleena lied on the ground and burst into tears silently.

From then on, Aleena gave up the thought to leave. She stayed in the villa living a walking dead life.

Spencer would occasionally come back, used her body as if to punish her and vent his anger, and then he left and never stayed overnight, never showed mercy.

Aleena lived a boring live every day, just ate and waited for death, until one day, she received an anonymous package.

She opened the package and find a photo of her premature baby, who had died just minutes after birth.

Below there was a paragraph of words, "Come to City People's Hospital twelve o'clock at night,, otherwise I will send it to Thailand to be a devilkin!"

Aleena held the photo, with her fingers trembling out of anger.

The body of her child had been deliberately preserved... Who was it?

Rosalie?

What did she want to do with her child's body? Torture her, humiliate her or kill her?

Aleena put away the photo and bit her lower lip. Whatever was behind it, she had to go there.

When night fell, she went out quietly and arrived at the hospital.

The person who sent the photo to her was indeed Rosalie.

As soon as they met, Rosalie threw her a document and asked her to sign it.

When she looked down, it turned out to be a voluntary donation letter of a heart to a complete stranger.

"I will go the point, Aleena. I want you to die, I want you to jump off the building after signing this document. When your heart transplant operation is successful, I will bury your child, and I will help you to save Travis, who was imprisoned by Spencer. Well, will you sign or not?"

Aleena raised her eyes, looking indifferent, "Will you keep your words?"

Rosalie nodded, "I swear, as long as you die, I promise to keep my words!"

Aleena nodded and signed her name without further thinking.

"Rosalie, if you don't keep your words after I die, even if I were a ghost, I won't let you go."

Rosalie put away the agreement with satisfaction, raised her hand and swore she would keep her words or she would die in a miserable way.

Aleena believed her, turned and walked towards the hospital's roof.

Climbing over the railing, she looked down at the floor from the building seven stories high, and there was peace in her heart.

She wanted to end this for a long time.

Now, finally.

Closing her eyes, without hesitation, Aleena jumped off the building......000000