The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

When she was only one step away from the plane, a few bodyguards suddenly appeared and stood in front of her.

Claire stepped back subconsciously, but there were guards behind her as well.

She was literally hemmed in.

The head guard said coldly, “Please come back with us.”

Claire took a breath. “I am not from the East Continent. Let me go home!”

The guard lowered his head and stopped talking.

“Claire.”

A deep voice sounded as if coming from the depths of hell, making Claire’s heart shiver.

A tall figure stepped forward.

It was Spark.

He held Claire’s shoulders. A raging flame rose from the bottom of his eyes, almost turning his eyes red. He cracked a bloodthirsty smile and said slowly, “Claire, I’m really getting angry now.”

Claire was taken back to You Palace again.

The snowman she made was still standing by the gate and was covered with glass so as not to be destroyed.

When they came to the room, Spark pressed Claire on the bed.

For so long, he had always been gentle to her, afraid of hurting or scaring her. This was the first time he pushed her so hard.

Spark squeezed the girl’s chin and said angrily, “Claire, look, the snow outside hasn’t melted yet. I’ve done so much for you. I want to give you the best things in the world, but you’re still trying to run away from me!”

Claire glared at him fiercely. “I don’t need you to do this. I just want to go home!”

The man’s eyes narrowed and he said coldly, “What did you say?”

Holding back for so long, Claire finally couldn’t help but yell out. “I said I hate you, dislike you. I’m not moved by what you did for me. Every minute and every second of staying by your side is suffering… Umm!”

Spark leaned down and kissed her lips fiercely. He sniffed the breath of her body, then pried open her lips with his tongue and invaded her mouth.

Claire wanted to struggle, but he grabbed her wrists and pressed them on the top of her head.

In desperation, she bit the man’s tongue as hard as she could until a bloody smell spread in her mouth, but the man didn’t flinch as if he couldn’t feel the pain. Instead, he kissed her deeper and deeper and their bodies entangled together.

Even if he would fall into the abyss of hell, she must fall with him in it together.

It wasn’t until Claire couldn’t breathe that Spark finally let go.

Seeing the girl’s blood-stained lips, he paused and seemed to regain his sense of reason. “Claire…”

Claire hid in the corner of the bed and curled up, her eyes full of fear and panic.

“Claire…” Spark extended his hand towards her.

“Don’t come over!” Claire screamed uncontrollably, trembling all over.

The man’s hand froze in the air, and in the end, it fell feebly. He felt as if his heart was being severely torn by someone.

Claire’s horrified eyes were like a knife that was cutting him into pieces.

Spark almost begged. “Claire… don’t look at me with that kind of look… Don’t be afraid of me…”

Even if she hated him, beat him, scolded him, or threw a tantrum at him, he could accept it… but she couldn’t be afraid of him!

At this moment, Claire suddenly grabbed a knife and stuck it on her neck. “Let me go home. Otherwise… I will kill myself!”

Spark’s pupils shrank. He stared at the sharp blade, breathing heavily. “What if I say no?”

Claire gritted her teeth, held the knife, and swiped it against her own neck hard.

In an instant, big drops of blood spilled on the sheets.

“Claire!”

Accompanied by a horrified roar, Spark quickly rushed over.

Holding Claire in his arms and tightly covering the wound on her neck, his hands trembled uncontrollably.

“Doctor! Call a doctor!”