CEO's Dumb Bride

Chapter 45 Her Existence Was Meaningless

Chapter 45 Her Existence Was Meaningless

Her tears mixed with her saliva streamed down from her chin, wetting that gangster's palm. It was difficult to distinguish whether the sticky liquid was her saliva or her tears anymore.

The gangster's gaze at her became increasingly intense, and he asked in confusion, "You have a tongue? Why can't you speak?"

"Who cares if she has a tongue or not? Can we get down to business now!" The other gangster said impatiently, "I can't hold it anymore."

"What's the rush!" One gangster withdrew his hand, wiped his fingers on Lilian's clothes, and glanced at her tear-streaked face. "Let's find a safe place."

Even though she was mute, this place was bustling with traffic. It would be troublesome if they encountered nosy people.

Lilian listened anxiously to their conversation as her eyes were scanning around. Apart from a few indifferent people under the bridge, there were hardly any others here.

Francis drove her out for half a month. And in just one night, he had proven to her that without him, she was nothing.

Anyone could easily humiliate her.

The two gangsters dragged her towards a darker place. Lilian couldn't match their strength and stumbled as they pulled her into a park.

At this time, there was no one in the park, only a few scattered lights that couldn't illuminate the entire park.

Lilian was brought to a corner of the park, surrounded by evergreen trees. It seemed like a suitable place for doing bad things.

The two men revealed an evil and greedy smile, pressing Lilian onto the grass. Her hands and feet were held down, and she frantically shook her head. She opened her mouth in an attempt to call for help, but she couldn't make a sound.

As the gangster saw that she couldn't scream, he became bolder.

One gangster sat on her legs, pinning them down, while the other held her hands. No matter how she struggled, she couldn't escape the fate of her clothes being torn apart. A chilling coldness enveloped her body, causing goosebumps to rise.

The gangster's neck above her head emitted a terrifying laughter like a demon. She closed her eyes with tears streaming down the corners of her eyes.

The gangster sitting on her legs stood up and tried to take off her pants. But he touched something sticky.

As he raised his hand and looked at it under the light, he saw that his fingers were all covered in blood.

"D*mn!"

The other gangster was also startled. They both leaned in to take a look. Lilian wore the white pants which Francis had bought for her on her birthday.

Both of her legs were stained red with blood. It looked horrifying.

"Is it her period?"

"Such a heavy load?"

They exchanged a glance and both felt a sense of fear, as if their rationality had suddenly awakened.

One of them swallowed his saliva and reluctantly said, "Should we just forget about it?"

"This dummy must have been impregnated by another man. It's so disgusting. Let's get out of here!"

"You're right, we'll be in big trouble if we catch any diseases!"

Because of what they were doing, they naturally thought that a dummy like her must have been taken advantage of by many others.

Who knew what kind of diseases she might have.

Both of them felt unlucky, so they stood up, spat on Lilian, and threw their clothes on her before quickly leaving the park.

Lilian's face turned pale. And her sweat dripped from her forehead. She tried to get up, but it was too painful. She tried several times but fell back down each time.

She reached out her hand, trying to grab hold of those two gangsters, but they ran away too fast. Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Lilian tightened her fingers slowly, and her nails pinched into the soil. The damp mud oozed out from between her fingers.

In the end, no one came to save her.

No one came to save her child.

Her consciousness grew increasingly blurred, and the distant streetlights began to cast overlapping shadows.

Perhaps she was going to die.

Actually, she was fine with it...

After all, her existence was meaningless.