Nemesis Game

Chapter 46 Who Are You to Humiliate Me

In the quiet room, the man choked.

He easily touched her heart with such a forlorn look.

She was like a puppet doll that had lost its soul, allowing him to hold her close.

She couldn't feel the slightest bit of warmth.

Why? Didn't Ruben always want her to die?

Why did he have to pretend to be so compassionate after he got her killed?

How could he? He was simply a man without a heart.

He wouldn't know her pain. Her death was just a nightmare to him.

Suddenly, an unspeakable sadness pervaded Samantha's heart without warning.

"Let go of me. I am not Samantha. You have mistaken me for someone else." She wept in her heart but

remained indifferent.

She had come back for revenge.

Ruben wasn't even listening to what she was saying. He held her tighter, not giving her a chance to

struggle. Then he buried his face in her chest.

She felt his body rise and fall as if he was terribly sad.

"Samantha, how could you? Do you think I'll let you off the hook if you die...?"

He did not know why he was so sad. Samantha's name was engraved in his heart and brought him

unspeakable pain.

Was he regretting it?

Maybe so.

But as proud as he was, how could he admit it?

Tears welled up in Samantha's eyes. She clenched her fists and resisted the urge to push him away.

At this point, even though she was already dead, he still refused to let her off the hook.

It was his style of doing things. It had always been that way.

Samantha shook her head, calmed herself down, and then pushed him away as hard as she could.

She got up wretchedly and looked back at him. He was lying flat on the couch with his brows frowning.

And the blood on his forehead dripped down his cheek, which looked appalling and sad.

"Miss Riley, bring me some medicine. I'll take care of his wounds." She sounded calm.

Dillon nodded and came over with medical supplies.

Samantha was not trying to go easy on him when she tidied up his wounds.

Even, she was deliberately trying to make him hurt.

Looking at him frowning in pain, she also wept. She spoke hoarsely, "Does it hurt? It is right that it

hurts… Do you know the pain I had suffered?”

She forcibly clasped his hand and pressed a cotton swab hard against the wound on his forehead.

He murmured in pain. And this tattered and forlorn look of his almost tore her heart out.

It hurt like hell!

Seeing him drunk and unconscious on his knees, she laughed to herself.

"Ruben, do you think you would rejoice if you knew I wasn't dead? Or ... would you still want me

dead?"

Like an abandoned child, she grabbed his hand and asked over and over again.

But the man's eyes were tightly closed, and no sound could reach his ears.

She looked at his cold and pale face and burst into a flood of tears.

"I regret it, why did I fall in love with you?"

Looking at his face, her eyes were complicated and deep.

He must not remember.

Ten years ago, he had helped a little girl.

She was fifteen years old then, and she hadn't been brought back to the Moore family yet.

She, her brother, and her foster mother had been kicked out by the Powell family. The three of them

were wandering outside, and her foster mother had to work many jobs every day to support her and her

brother.

They were very poor at that time. Her brother gave her all the food, while he himself fainted because of

hunger.

She sneaked to the supermarket to buy chocolate for her brother. But she had no money.

She had to steal. It was the first time in her life that she stole something.

She knew it was wrong to do that, but she had no choice. Her brother was already faint with hunger.

She was so naive that she was caught by the owner in front of the store with the unchecked chocolate.

She was cursed by the supermarket owner, and all the people pointed at her and called her a thief and

spat on her.

She was so desperate at that time.

And that was when he appeared.

It was too long ago. But she still remembered how warm the teenager who came towards her was.

He came to her and paid for her chocolate.

"It's not good to steal, understand? I'll treat you to chocolate."

Samantha never knew that there were such a good-looking and warm teenager in the world.

She was so embarrassed.

"I didn't want to steal… But my brother…" She said and was about to cry, and the chocolate had

already been crushed in her hand.

But he smiled and said, "I know, you're just too hungry. Just don't be like that again!"

He rescued her from the abyss of misery and gave her two chocolates.

It was amazing that someone she had never met could be a light in her dark life.

She knew who he was, but never thought she would have anything to do with him.

Because he was like a bright moon.

She couldn't touch it and could only look at it from afar.

When she learned that she was the daughter of the Moore family and that he was her fiancé, she was

ecstatic.

Wouldn't that bring her closer to him?

But she forgot that no matter how beautiful the bright moon was, it was ultimately cold.

He did not love her.

Remembering the past that was buried deep in her heart, her tears fell even more furiously.

It was too painful to remember that, so she let him go and re-treated his wounds gently. Then she sat

down again away from him, lit a cigarette, and smoked slowly.

Maybe the pain could not be forgotten but only paralyzed.

If those things hadn't happened, she might still love him with her whole heart.

Only, this love was too heavy.

Samantha didn't know how she had fallen asleep on the couch. She woke up the next morning with

rashes all over her body.

Someone tapped her face, "Wake up."

She opened her eyes in a daze and saw Ruben's magnified handsome face. She felt herself in a

trance.

"What?" She rubbed her sleepy eyes.

Ruben examined her with his eyebrows knitted, "Your face…"

Samantha didn't respond for a moment, "What's wrong with my face?" ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

However, when Dillon brought the mirror, she was completely shocked.

Red rashes!

Her face was covered in red rashes. Didn't she take anti-allergy medicines last night? How come she

still had such a severe allergic reaction?

"I'll go first." Samantha handed the mirror back to him and got up to run.

She couldn't let anyone see, otherwise what if her identity was exposed?

"Stop." Ruben put his hand to his brow.

Samantha stopped, "What else do you want?"

"You can't get a cab right now." He had a complicated look on his face.

When did this woman come in last night? Why did he have no memory of it at all?

Ruben only thought what they did last night was just a dream, so he didn't think deeper.

"I’ll ask the driver to pick me up." Samantha avoided his burning gaze. She subconsciously didn’t want

to get involved with him.

She only took her crying last night as an indulgence from all these years.

From now on, she was Helena.

Just as she finished speaking, the man suddenly got closer to her with a dangerous look in his eyes,

"Are you pretending to be miserable in front of me? You can't understand what I'm saying?"

Without waiting for her to respond, the man had already rudely pinched her chin with his coarse fingers.

Samantha lost her temper all of a sudden and stared at him, "Pretend to be miserable?"

She was allergic to yam, but this actually became in his eyes that she was pretending to be miserable.

This man spoke too harshly.

"Isn't it? I didn't ask you to come here last night. You deliberately let me see this scene early in the

morning. Aren't you just pretending to be miserable? No wonder Gabriel likes you. Not just your acting

skills, your tricks of playing with men are even better." Ruben suppressed the strange feeling in his

heart and mocked coldly.

Samantha shuddered, and then she shivered with anger, "Ruben, I'm not as boring as you are!

Pretending to be miserable? Is there any use for me to pretend to be miserable in front of someone like

you, who can even get his own wife killed?"

She was furious and began to mock him.

What he meant was that she had already been fucked by others many times.

That was why he was irritating her so viciously.

She wasn't dirty. Not at all.

Ruben laughed in anger, "So, are you disappointed that I didn't fall for your trick?"

Samantha really wanted to slap him, "Let go of me."

"Don't you forget what you took in exchange with me? Since you signed the contract, you should not

pretend to be a virgin." Ruben was most annoyed by her stubborn look, as if she had thorns all over

her body.

So, was he reminding her of her status again?

Lover?

Samantha looked at him and said in a shaky tone, "Okay, so tell me, what do you really want?"

He narrowed his eyes and was dissatisfied with her answer, "Don't you know what I want?"

What was he angry about? Maybe he was angry at her for not realizing her status.

He couldn't believe she didn't understand what he meant, but she was still as stubborn as a rock.

The more she was like that, the more he wanted to conquer her.

Samantha looked at him coldly and suddenly her eyes turned red.

She used all her strength to break his fingers and said word for word, "No, I don't know what you want!

I only know that it doesn’t mean everything even if I agree to be your lover, and even a dog has dignity.

How can you humiliate me like this?"