The Woman Owns the Billionaire

Keep hurting

Morgan seemed to not accept hearing Jova blame herself, until she immediately grabbed Jova's arm so tightly.

“Don't blame me! Blame your father for selling you, until I finally have you!” Morgan's voice was not loud, but when heard full of emphasis.

Jova's eyes twinkled, she would love to cry if reminded of the day her life was destroyed. However, Jova does not want to look weak anymore, quite once resigned when her life is destroyed.

“Yes, if you still loved me back then and let me go, then my life wouldn't be this complicated. Do you know how much I hate you?” Jova stared intently at Morgan, though the gaze was blocked by a clear liquid that was ready to slide.

Morgan was still clutching tightly onto Jova's arm, his gaze not yet diverted from the woman.

“I hate you so much that even when you touch me, I want to feel like I flushed my body over and over again to take away your touch which makes me sick!” Jova completely vented her frustration and anger.

Morgan grew increasingly angry because of Jova's words, to drag the woman to their room.

“You said you were sick? Look, how sick you are when I touch. Isn't that just a word on the lips, huh! In fact you received all my treatment, even the sound of your sigh still ringing in my ears!”

Jova rounded her wide eyeballs, Morgan's remarks clearly dropping her self-esteem.

Morgan pulled up before then pushing Jova's body into bed. The man took off his suit and tie violently, then climbed into the bed to support Jova.

Jova tried to run by creeping up to the side of the other bed to escape, but Morgan quickly grabbed her ankle and pulled Jova closer to her.

Jova was greatly shocked, gulping as she looked at Morgan's gaze like an eagle ready to pounce.

“I want to see how sick you are when I touch!” Morgan pulled the clothes worn by Jova, until some buttons on the front of her were removed from place, making Jova's front body now open and showing a cream-colored bra worn.

“You're outrageous!” amuk Jova hit the man.

Morgan held Jova's wrist, grabbed Jova's other hand before locking her with one hand over her head.

“You made me angry, so just look how much your body can accept me, as your lips continue to resist.”

“Let go of me!” yelled Jova with both feet moving like she wanted to kick but couldn't.

Morgan did not pay attention to Jova's screams. He launched his action to touch the woman's body, to prove that what Jova said was not true and the woman was hypocritical with her rejection.

Jova closed her eyes tightly as Morgan began to touch every inch of her body with her lips. The wounds in his heart grew bigger because of the actions of Morgan who increasingly did not understand his feelings.

Until the man made a rough unification, Jova kept her eyes closed and biting her lips as her lower body continued to be violently entered.

Until unknowingly tears flowed from the tip of the eyelid, he was increasingly hurt by the actions of Morgan. He's not an instrument of complacency, why would the man treat him like this.

There was no sound*****, Jova held herself back as her body continued to be beaten by a heartless man. Until a few minutes passed, Morgan finished channeling his desire after the body stiffened and warm lava melts filled the path of Jova's womb.

Jova felt a terrible pain in the forced core as well as a heart that continued to be scratched. When Morgan took it off, Jova pulled out a blanket to cover the body that was not covered again. Her clothes were at the waist as Morgan simply lowered the top and raised the bottom. Jova covered her body with a blanket up to the neck. It still closed its eyes as if it did not want to stare at the man who continued to inflict wounds on its heart.

Morgan's chest was seen up and down irregularly, stared at Jova who curled up while hugging the blanket. Once again he saw tears shed from Jova's eyelids, making the man's heart tremble violently.

“Do not cry!” snapped Morgan. To be honest she hated seeing Jova cry, but subconsciously made the woman cry.

“You made me cry!” reply Jova without looking at Morgan. She tried to hold back her tears from continuing to shed as the man would definitely consider her weak.

Morgan clenched both palms, although satisfied because his passion was channeled, but also disappointed because it had to end with the quarrel that began.

Morgan picked up his clothes, put them back on before leaving the room, and even Morgan slammed the door hard.

Jova's body trembled when she heard the sound of the door slamming, so she curled up and hugged the blanket that covered her body. The sound of sobs could be heard from between his lips.

Ella was in Sean's room, hearing Jova's screaming voice cursing at Morgan, to hear the door slamming loudly. From what was heard, Ella finally understood Jova's position. Jova's existence there is not the woman's desire, it's worth that Jova dares to curse and is so angry with the accusations of the servants who were expelled.

“Please Mistress.”