016 | Chapter Sixteen - Betrayal

—The Vanished Mary, Different Diaz

East Bank, master bedroom inside the building.

—Sender: Mary Silver

"This is your husband, Diaz Vinson."

"Face reality, little girl... When he was with me, he kept saying he couldn't live without me."

She clicked on the link, and a live video immediately popped up—it was a first-person shot of Diaz passionately entangled with a strange woman, with the camera shaking violently and the sounds of panting and moaning so close it seemed to be right next to her ear.

"Di...Dias?"

"What are you doing……?"

These words were like a bullet to the chest, piercing Diaz's heart.

His limbs, which should have been numb and limp, began to react. His bloodshot eyes were almost dripping blood. He looked at the face he had been longing for on the phone Mary had brought to the live stream. He was now stunned because of his mistake.

Like a porcelain doll about to shatter, it was so fragile that it was about to collapse.

"Turn it off! Fuck you! Turn it off for me!" he roared, his whole body trembling with rage.

But this taut nerve gave Mary a great sense of conquest, and she writhed on him even more vigorously, uttering affected, deep lustful sounds and coquettish moans.

"Ah! That's great! Diaz, get even angrier..." She deliberately pressed the screen of her phone against him, while twirling her hips mockingly.

"That's it... that's the real Diaz Vincent!"

"You don't want to marry me? No problem... I'll show you that only I am the woman truly worthy of you!" She laughed maniacally, feeling the irresistible desire within her gradually swell. "Want to cum, right? Haha..."

"Come on! Shoot it at me, shoot it at that hag!" Her movements intensified, her eyes devoid of all reason, as if she were planning an even deeper revenge.

From afar, Xiaoyue watched the shaky camera and saw Diaz unable to move. The camera showed his men staggering around him. Even though the scene broke her heart, she realized that Diaz was in danger.

The main cause of the danger was the woman who called herself "Marie Silver".

"Dias...where are you?" Her voice trembled uncontrollably, even sounding lost and helpless, yet she still screamed in the dark, quiet bedroom, "I...I'm coming right now!"

"I'll bring people over to you right away, you wait...!" She frantically tried to climb out of bed, her voice choked with sobs, her heart pounding as if someone were squeezing it, but she still endured all the discomfort and focused all her energy on saving Diaz.

Those past anxieties and inferiority complexes, which should have been forgotten long ago, are now flooding her heart like an out-of-control tide.

Diaz, who was already completely broken, trembled slightly at her words, his previously immobile fingertips quivering for a moment, and he murmured, "No..."

"Don't come over! Think of the children! You stay home and take care of them! Hang up now!" He roared, a warning Xiaoyue had never heard before, more like a spell freezing her in place. "That's an order!"

Xiaoyue's hands trembled as she looked at him on the other side of the screen, being violated but unable to resist.

But she couldn't do anything...

"Hang up—!" he roared again, his voice hoarse yet powerful, like that of a wild beast, compelling everyone to obey.

She was almost startled into pressing the hang-up button. The cold light from the phone illuminated her silhouette, and a dark sense of helplessness enveloped her completely. Hot tears flowed incessantly like a burst dam, but she couldn't tell whether it was from sadness or helplessness at her own powerlessness.

Her husband was in danger, and there was nothing she could do...

What right does she have to be a "godfather's wife"?

However, after hanging up the phone, Mary seemed to feel regret, but her body didn't stop for even a second. She used all her skills to stimulate Diaz's desire, sometimes twisting her waist and sometimes jumping up and down violently.

"It's a pity... Xiaoyue won't be able to see you climax under me." She said regretfully, leaning close to his ear, breathing and moaning sweetly.

"It's okay... Ha! I like this breakdown caused by me too." Mary tried to attack his heart in various ways, but she didn't expect that this man was stronger than she thought.

"Come on! Let me see this scenery that belongs to me, and make me even angrier, Diaz Vinson!"

Diaz's nerves were already stretched to the limit as he glared fiercely at the arrogant Mary, his fingertips slowly regaining sensation.

Even if he can't control his own uncontrollable desires, he can still find a way to fight back in this situation—he's a man who's been in the underworld for thirty years, and besides, he's still got it!

As Mary struggled to move her body, Diaz gently pressed his fingertips against his cufflinks.

There he had hidden a transmitter there; pressing it would notify the other officers to go to his location!

But just then, he suddenly felt a tightness in his lower abdomen, as if something was gathering, rising, and clamoring to be released... Damn it, he could actually ejaculate when facing this kind of woman.

Fuck him! I really want to chop off this dick!

"Mmm..." This unavoidable pleasure quickly left Diaz's mind blank, and he frowned as he let out a low moan.

Don't shoot... Don't shoot... You useless thing!

But Mary's movements became faster and faster, swaying her hips like a thirsty harlot, the violent collisions and the rushing water intertwined, while Diaz's features were almost scrunched up.

...Damn it...Where are they? They're so slow...Damn it! I can't take it anymore...

"hiss……"

No... My child can only be given to Xiaoyue...

"Ha...uh..."

Only for Xiaoyue... fuck... ahh!

A powerful, almost instinctive urge to release roared in his lower abdomen, his mind gradually going blank. His body trembled uncontrollably from the intense effort to suppress it, but in the end—

"Fuck, fuck...uh...uh—!"

Accompanied by violent trembling, a tingling, liberating sensation began to emanate from his lower abdomen, and that irrepressible pleasure instantly numbed all of Diaz's senses.

But what followed was an even stronger self-loathing; that brief period of clarity was filled with guilt and a nauseating sense of disgust.

Lao Tzu... actually betrayed his woman.

"Yes...! That's it! Give it to me... give it all to me—!" Mary's face twisted into a smile of immense satisfaction and conquest as her hips continued to sway up and down, trying to squeeze out more of her semen.

It was as if he wanted to reclaim all the more than ten years he had wasted, so crazy that he swallowed every last drop of it.

Just as Mary thought victory was assured and was breathing heavily with a satisfied yet morbid urge, she didn't notice the transmitter faintly glowing red on Diaz's cuff—

Just then!

"--Bang!"

An explosion came from the doorway, shattering her fantasy into a million pieces.

The bodyguard outside the door had his head blown off, and the smell of blood and gunpowder filled the private room. Dozens of armed men in suits swarmed in.

Diaz's reinforcements have arrived!

Mary turned around in surprise, seemingly not expecting that Diaz had also kept a trick up his sleeve. But at this moment, she reacted quickly, as if all the pros and cons were reduced to just one thought—that is, she absolutely could not die here!

Diaz's body was still in a semi-paralyzed state, but his violent aura made people feel awe even though he was just sitting on the sofa unable to move.

"Grab this bitch for me!" he roared angrily the next second, his veins bulging on his forehead as if they were about to explode.

Upon hearing the order, the henchmen who came to help raised their guns and clubs, ready to capture Mary.

But this woman was not one to be trifled with. She roared, "You bunch of good-for-nothings! Get out of my way!"

She yelled at the men and women dressed in erotic clothes, and before she could even put on a pair of pants, she pulled a modified light pistol from her bag and fired at Diaz's men without saying a word!

"Bang! Bang bang!" Gunshots rang out as the people in lingerie rushed towards Diaz's men like a human wall, clearing a bloody path for Mary. She herself took the opportunity to fire her own gun and squeeze through the small gap to escape!

Seeing this, Diaz gritted his teeth and tried with all his might to stand up, but his body wouldn't obey him and he felt as powerless as if his limbs didn't belong to him.

"Chase her...chase her, you bastards!" He glared at his men, his deep voice as oppressive as a messenger returned from hell, "Dead or alive, bring that bitch over here—!"

At his command, his men split into two groups and immediately gave chase. Amid the mixed music, faint gunshots and screams could be heard.

Diaz staggered and leaned on the table, his penis still erect due to the effects of the drug. His subordinates quickly stepped forward to help him up, taking off their suit jackets and tying them around his waist, but he didn't care at all, just kept walking as if trying to catch up with Mary.

"I can't... I can't let that damned woman go..." His vision began to blur, and his body became increasingly unresponsive.

"Boss, don't be stubborn... leave it to us!" His subordinate slung him over his shoulder, trying to steady the tall and strong Diaz while constantly dissuading him.

"Airplane...I...am home..." Diaz's steps became increasingly unsteady, that damned dizziness was now creeping in, "My woman...is waiting..."

The moment he finished speaking, his world was instantly shrouded in darkness.

on the other hand--

East bank.

Xiaoyue gripped her phone tightly, tears soaking the sheets and leaving dark stains on them.

"I thought... Diaz was different from before." She looked at her phone wallpaper, a photo the nurse had taken of the three of them on the day she gave birth, with large water droplets constantly falling onto the cold, bright screen.

"Even after all I've done... can't I change his philandering nature?"

Her chest felt like it was about to explode, and every breath felt like being torn apart. Her fingertips involuntarily gripped her pajamas tightly, as if hoping to alleviate her inner collapse in this way, but all of this was just a case of locking the barn door after the horse had bolted.

What was his motive for attending the meeting alone, and even giving others the opportunity to do this to him?

"Dias couldn't... he couldn't possibly do such a thing..." She kept shaking her head, her hands trembling uncontrollably.

The images of their lovemaking were like mold taking root, eroding her mind.

It lingers.

That cruel, dark hatred then enveloped her heart, which should have been healed... and perhaps even more so, hatred for herself.

I hate myself for trusting him so easily.

I hate... the self that fell in love with him.