2 Is He My Fiance?
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Rena froze when she heard the man's voice.
The man got out of the Ferrari. At first sight, Rena knew he was a soldier. Although New York was full of handsome, well-built young men, the man standing before her had a uniquely military bearing and determination.
Instinctively, Rena stepped back. She sensed that this man was not easy to deal with.
Just then, several off-road vehicles caught up. A couple of casually dressed but clearly military men got out of the car and ran over to the arrogant man.
"Mr. Wilson. It's too dangerous for you to drive like this. Your mother asked us to make sure you got home safely."
At the word "home," the man frowned. He lit a cigar. "Ok. I must go home this time. My mother actually asked my cousin Lance, the Mafia boss, for help. Where else can I go?"
The man's voice was icy; his eagle eyes fixed on the soldier in front of him.
"Mr. Wilson, your mother cares about you, too. Your Fiancee--."
"Shut up." The word "fiancee" got Mr. Wilson's goat. He raised his cigar over the speaker's head and flicked the ash. So the feast with the sparks fell on the poor soldier's head. The heat immediately roasted the hair, giving it a burning smell.
No one around dared to speak. It was hushed.
"I tell you again, I have no fiancee. Did you hear that?"
"I see. I beg your pardon." Pleaded the poor man.
The man, Wilson, stood up straight and put out his cigarette in the snow.
Seeing this scene, Rena turned quietly and wanted to leave.
"No one can leave without my permission."
Rena held her breath and turned around again.
The man stared at Rena like an eagle at its prey. He walked slowly toward Rena, stopped in front of her, and then grabbed a bunch of Rena's hair.
Rena's beautiful long hair is set off by the snow, like expensive silk from ancient China.
"What do you want? " Rena's voice trembled a little.
"Beautiful hair."
Rena had no idea what the man in front of her wanted. She took a few deep breaths to cool off. "I must go on, Sir. If you have nothing else to do, may I leave now?"
The man laughed at Rena's words. Rena was suddenly flustered. It was the first time she had ever seen such an evil, seductive smile.
The man raised his hand and motioned to the soldiers behind him. "I was forced to marry anyway, then it makes no difference who is my bride. Take this woman home."
What?? Rena's eyes widened in shock.
The man continued, "Now I need a woman to be my wife. You are lucky enough to be chosen by me."
Rena was speechless.
The man glanced at Rena and continued, "Of course, I will give you financial compensation. How about $100,000 a month?"
Rena shook her head. Is marriage a joke? Yesterday she had a fiance, and today a man popped up to be her husband. What's wrong with men in New York? Do they choose their wives so freely?
"I'm sorry, Sir, but I can't be your wife. "
The man sneered. "You want more?" The man picked up a box from beside him. "There's $100,000 in it. That's enough for you to live in New York for a while. Come home with me now."
"I'm sorry, Sir. As I said, I don't want to be your wife."
"Don't f.ucking get my goat. If I want you, you must be my wife today. Ten dollars a month is enough to buy your body!"
Rena did not know how to respond. The young man in front of her was so contemptuous and arrogant.
The man threw the suitcase full of money in front of Rena, turned his head, and ordered the man behind him: "Take her to the car."
The soldiers behind him, not daring to disobey the man, quickly surrounded Rena.
Rena's blood was rushing through her veins. She felt hot all over in such cold weather. Under the skin, as if there were countless fine needles, pricking herself.
Rena wanted to slap the man hard, but she didn't. Now she is a girl who has lost her family and had just arrived in New York and was looking for her brother with the help of her fiance's family. Rena knew she couldn't get herself into trouble on impulse.
But Rena did feel humiliated. She stood, motionless and rigid as a statue.
"Take her away quickly." The man commanded again.
So two soldiers sandwiched Rena and prepared to take her away by force.
"Why are you so slow? Will you not obey my orders?" The man pushed away a soldier, turned behind Rena, and grabbed Rena's hair.
The man held Rena's hair. It felt smooth and silky. This feeling, as if against the palm, along the tactile nerve, instantaneously transmitted to each central terminal.
The man's arm paused. His five fingers unconsciously tightened, pinched.
The two were now very close.
Rena's face was pale, her black lashes trembling slightly, and behind her earlobes, there was a small patch of milky white skin on the side of her neck. The man could see it all. His heart suddenly gave birth to a long-awaited pleasure, and his whole body experienced an unspeakable comfortable.
Rena closed her eyes. The man's hands were straining, and Rena lost her balance and fell into his arms. With contempt in his eyes, theman grabbed Rena by the chin and forced her to look into his eyes with contempt.
Rena wept. All the anger was soon dissipated by the biting wind that came in the opposite direction. Only the feeling of powerlessness, of being humiliated for no reason, against which she could not resist, began to fill her.
Rena's parents are both dead, and her only brother's life and death are unknown. There are so many people in the world, but she has no one to rely upon. She has no right to be weak.
Suddenly Rena pulled the crystal bow off her head and stabbed it into the man's hand. The man let out a cry and let go of Rena. Rena immediately turned and ran away, crying.
Fortunately, the man did not catch up. His interest in Rena was fleeting.
However, the man was also enraged by Rena. He shouted behind Rena: "Do you know who I am? Everyone in New York knows me. I'm Carlos Wilson! I'll let you beg me one day! We'll see."
The man drove away, and the group of soldiers hurried to follow him after his Ferrari.
Rena stopped running and stood where she was. She stared at the roaring car, her eyes wide with shock—her heart was bursting out of her chest.
Carlos Wilson!
God must be playing a joke on her. Is that her Fiance, Carlos Wilson?
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