A Ruling Passion: Mr Tremont's Priceless Little Bride novel Chapter 213

Mark’s hand with prominent joints pinched Arianne’s chin as he stepped forward and looked at her with an expression of ridicule.“I’ve... never seen you as family. Even when you were a kid, I’ve not forgotten about my revenge. Each time I saw you, I felt like killing you. When you reached puberty, I suddenly realized that you’ve grown up, growing easier on my eyes. Do you understand what I mean? I waited for you to reach eighteen before I had you, but Will Sivan took you from me. What belonged to me was sullied. What do you think I’ll do?” He continued to say, “How can you be so foolish to think of me as family? I’m someone who’s waiting to take your life. I’m only keeping you now as my plaything. Why do you think I forbid you from interacting with other men? It’s because, like an object, you’re my possession. I don’t like others touching you. I don’t love you, and I never will. I don’t care either if you don’t love me. Stop talking about how I took care of you for ten years. It’s no fun like that.”

Arianne felt as though she was looking at a stranger as she looked at the man standing before her. Did he really say those ruthless words? She used to think it was his natural disposition to be cold and distant, but now, it seemed like he was truly ruthless. His words were like sharp blades that cut her. The family love that she treasured was nothing but a joke. The man whom she had spent ten years with only thought of her as a plaything.

Ah, she truly had nothing. Arianne held back the tears in her eyes and forced a smile on her face as she said, “Thank you for being honest. I didn’t know that’s what you think of me. I know better now. I’m just a plaything who hogs the title of Mrs. Tremont.”

Mark’s hand that was pinching her chin loosened up. He could see the hurt in her eyes. It seemed as though she was not as unaffected as he had thought. As it turned out, there were times when she was sad as well.

Arianne could no longer meet Mark’s eyes. She shoved him away lightly before she went downstairs. Rice Ball’s leg had gotten better, and it sprang into her arms. She carried the cat to the backyard and sat on the swing, swinging both of them. At the same time, tears streamed down her face. “Rice Ball, you’re the only one I have now. You have to live well, okay? If I lose you as well, I don’t know what I’ll do.”

As though it understood Arianne, Rice Ball mewled lazily.

When Arianne heard footsteps approaching behind her, she quickly wiped her tears away and wore an indifferent expression on her face. It was probably Mary or Henry. Those two would be the only ones who would be concern about her in this place. However, contrary to her expectation, it was Nina who had showed up.

Nina sat down next to her naturally and swung the swing, following Arianne’s tempo. “I heard you arguing with Mark. What he said is a little over the line.”