Nemesis Game

Chapter 38 You Will Die Miserably

Seeing the man’s handsome face immediately approaching her, accompanied by jaw pain that

moment, she saw the man in front of her.

His cold voice like a wind across her ears, danger and coldness continued to spread to her heart.

Looking at his cold and handsome face, she was stunned for a moment, and she said, "Why are you

humiliating me, Mr Knight?"

She was a dog?

He said she was a dog? How did she become Gabriel's dog?

Ruben, who was as ruthless as ever, could easily drive her into despair without even touching her

finger.

Why on earth would he take revenge on her?

It was impossible for him to know her identity, so did he just want to play with a woman?

Samantha looked at the man's eyes, and her heart felt colder than ever before.

"Did I humiliate you?" The man slowly opens his mouth in his usual tone, like a slap on her face. "Who

do you think you are?"

He deliberately slowed down the speed of speech, making every word clear to her.

Samantha suddenly felt that she was so distressed that she lost all her strength. She felt the urge of

crying but she soon fought it back. "Mr Knight, you let me involve in the relationship between you and

Peyton. Are you not caring about her feeling at all?" she asked.

The man sneered with cold eyes, "You’re overthinking. You're just a plaything. "

Her heart was once broken by his harsh words. She couldn't breathe because of the pain, and she Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

laughed.

At that moment, there was an impulse in her heart.

Why did Ruben care so much about Peyton? Peyton's happiness, anger, and sadness were all related

to him. If she really became Ruben's mistress, she wondered what Peyton would do.

At the thought that she could hurt Peyton, Samantha instant feel relieved.

As long as it can make Peyton suffer, she was willing to pay any price.

Since Ruben gave her such a chance, why didn't she agree?

To be his mistress was the best way to revenge Peyton!

No, or she could make Ruben fall in love with herself, so that Peyton would be heartbroken.

It was going to be interesting.

It might be impossible in her eyes, but how could she be sure it wouldn’t work if she didn't work hard?

This time, she was going to take control instead of being controlled.

She would make Peyton hurt so much, so that he could not forget for a lifetime.

After all, she wouldn’t be the only one who was suffering.

"What is the benefit of being the lover of Mr Knight?" Samantha pretended to be cool, took his tie and

held him close on her initiative.

Ruben looked at her, and his eyes were oppressed like beasts.

"Oh, wasn't you so righteous just now? Why are you going to accept me now?" he said clearly.

Samantha fiddled with her black wave curl and sneered, "Yes, I didn't expect to be seen through by Mr

Knight. I am playing cat and mouse with you. Don’t you understand, Mr Knight? "

Ruben said coldly, "Does Gabriel know you are such a bitch?”

Samantha smiled at him as if she didn’t hear him. She said with a charming smile, "What’s the

difference? Isn’t it what Mr Knight always wanted? "

A chill swept through the man’s deep, dark eyes, and he clasped her jaw and stared at her. "You are

very conscious."

"Thank you for your praise. Since I agree to be your mistress, should you think about releasing Mr.

Powell? After all... " She laughed, without going on talking.

Ruben let go of her, with absolute atmosphere to give her great pressure.

"Tomorrow."

Samantha felt relieved. Did he agreed?

It didn't matter. She was willing to exchange her brother's safety with her own.

She would rather save her brother at the cost of her life, not to mention being his mistress for half a

year.

Samantha beamed a smile, "Thanks, Mr Knight. It's late. I should go back first."

"Go back?" Ruben said slowly, "You live here every night from now on."

Samantha, who was about to leave when she heard this, suddenly stopped, looking up on the man's

deep and amorous eyes.

"What? Mr Knight can’t bear to see me leave? Can't you stand a whole night by yourself?" Samantha

said, looking at him with her arms folded.

What was he up to?

Ruben's handsome face was expressionless, devoid of the slightest joy and anger. His eyes were as

deep as a cold pool.

"To be a plaything, one must have the understanding of playthings."

Samantha gazed into his cold eyes, and suddenly felt that the light on her head was very dazzling. She

can't control the heat.

Plaything, he never thought of her as human.

Whether he was Samantha or Helena.

"Yes, Mr Knight is right. Is there anything else I should know?" Samantha smiled, but she gave a

feeling that her attitude was arrogant.

Even if she was kneeling, it made him feel that she was standing.

With deep eyes, Ruben said in a low and hoarse voice, "Dillon, take her to the storage room to have a

rest."

Storage room?

His words pierced Samantha's ear like thunder, and she suddenly froze.

There were so many available rooms in the Knights, but why would he ask her to have a rest in the

dark and damp storage room to humiliate her?

Ruben was... really naive.

The word dawned on Samantha.

Seeing her reaction, Ruben snorted, "Well, you were not thinking about sleeping in my room, were

you? Don't you see if you deserve it? "

Samantha's face turned white and she clenched her fists. Anger and grievance collided in her chest,

giving her the impulse to give Ruben a slap!

Since she didn’t deserve, did Peyton deserve?

However, no matter how much she wanted to slap him, she could only think about it. Now that Gabriel

was unable even to fend for himself, she could only hold back her anger.

"Mr Knight, you’re overthinking. I dare not go to your room. You are not afraid that Peyton will come to

you at night, but I am. Although my life is not worthy, I cherish it very much," she said slowly, word by

word, looking calm.

With a cold and threatening look on his face, Ruben stared at her for a long time.

Samantha swept a glance at the man in the shadow, and turned around directly, followed Dillon to the

storage room.

She was familiar with the villa. After all, she was imprisoned here for a whole month.

Everyone thought it was because of her that Mrs Moore died.

During that time, Ruben gave her such a hard time by torturing her and making her suffer. She even

had the experience of sleeping on the floor, so what was the big deal to sleep in storage room?

Not daring to ask more about Ruben, Dillon handed a thin blanket to Samantha.

"Miss Powell, Mr Knight is not a heartless man. You’d better not provoke him, otherwise you will be the

one who suffer losses," Dillon told her in a whisper.

Samantha nodded and laid the blanket on the board. "Thank you."

Dillon looked at the disordered storage room, sighed, and left.

Life was really full of drama all the time, she could not believe that she turned from a wife to a lover.

The change of roles made her unable to accept it for a while.

Samantha lay on the board with a peaceful mind. The board was too hard and the blanket was too thin.

There was a rainstorm in the night. She struggled to sleep in the cold night.

In a daze, she felt even colder.

The next morning, she could hardly keep her eyes open.

She didn’t sleep well

She had a dream, and in her dream, she went back to jail again.

She was beaten by the people who were sent by Peyton. They trampled on her wrist madly, forcing her

to write songs to Peyton again and again.

The sound of a broken bone had been echoing in her ears.

In the twinkling of an eye, she found herself standing in front of the tombstone, and she once again felt

the pain of abortion, and the pain made her have trouble sleeping well.

"Ruben, I hate you all my life. "

"You'll regret it. You will regret it”

"I curse you, you will die miserably."

Being haunted in the nightmare, Samantha was sweating and she kept trembling in blankets, frowning

with fear.

She murmured with the sound of rain outside the window. In the dark corner, the man's eyes were as

cold as a knife, sweeping to her.

"Ah..." Samantha woke up from the nightmare with a scream. When she opened her eyes, she saw the

man standing in front of her.

She was taken aback.

What did Ruben do in the middle of the night?

"Ruben, what are you doing here?"

Samantha got excited, fixed her eyes on him, and bit her lips.

But soon, her eyes moved away from him. She felt a sense of panic in her heart, as if the night would

devour people.

She pressed her eyebrows and tried to look for something in her bag, but she didn't get anything.

She began to panic.

“Where it it? Where is my stuff?” she thought to herself.

Ruben’s cold eyes had been fixed on her.

What was she looking for?

As he was curious, the woman, who used to be arrogant, raised her head from the corner and slowly

stood up against the wall. Her face was so pale, making her look like a ghost in the night.

"Do you have any cigarettes?" Her breathing was quick, but her eyes were very calm.