I pushed Wendy.

But the knife in Wendy's hand still fell into Selina's left lower abdomen.

When the blood gushed out, I grabbed Wendy's arm and shook her off with all my strength..

Selina's lower abdomen was instantly stained with blood.

I reached out and pressed the wound. In fear, I shouted to the outside, "help! Help!"

Lying on the ground, Wendy didn't move. She just chuckled and said, "Natasha, I'll definitely win this time, because I'm more poisonous than you."

After saying that, Wendy stabbed the fruit knife into her shoulder.

The position of the wound was exactly the same as that of Winson's.

I was confused. I finally understood Wendy's purpose.

Wendy was indeed poisonous.

Just then, a nurse pushed the door open and came in.

Wendy shouted excitedly, "help me. She wants to kill her."

Seeing the situation in the ward, the nurse shouted "help" in fear, turned around and ran out.

A few seconds later, Winson pushed the door open and broke in.

Seeing the mess in the ward, Winson panicked.

Wendy crawled to Winson's feet and grabbed the hem of his trousers.

"Winson, help her. She was hurt."

Winson stepped forward and saw me was holding the wound on her mother's lower abdomen tightly. He shook me off..

I looked at Winson and said in a hurry, "not me."

The security guards and medical staff were called over by the nurses who left first.

The medical staff pushed the injured Selina out.

I got up and grabbed Winson's arm.

"Trust me. It's really not me. No one in the world wants mother in law to wake up more than I do. It's Wendy, it's her..."

Wendy cried in a low voice, "Natasha, I don't care about your injury to me and help you to bear all the charges, but... You shouldn't be so vicious. That's Winson's mother. You... Are you afraid that your words will be exposed when auntie wakes up? So you want to kill her? If I'm not here today, who are you going to find to help you take the blame?"

Winson pinched my neck until I was almost suffocated.

"Natasha! If anything happens to my mother, I'll let your whole family pay for it."

Then he helped Wendy up who was still bleeding.

Wendy only took two steps before she fainted.

Winson picked her up and left quickly.

Why don't you trust me? Winson, why don't you trust me!

The doctor said that Selina had lost too much blood and suffered serious physical damage. She might not wake up in a short time.

The door of the cell was opened.

Several women rushed in and dragged me out.

"Who are you? Let go of me!"

They ignored me and dragged me into the bathroom.

"What the hell do you want to do... HMM..."

Before I could finish my words, my head was pressed into the toilet.

I choked on water several times.

When I was about to suffocate, my head was pulled up

My head was pushed into the water again.

This time, I was choked and passed out before being dragged out.

The woman in the lead slapped and kicked me hard.

"I have no enmity with you. Why did you do this to me?"

The crowd burst into laughter.

"Of course someone asked us to take care of you."

"Winson asked you to die. How long do you think you can live?"

"It's impossible. It's not him. You are lying."

"Believe it or not, it's up to you."

After saying that, the man said to the people beside him, "let's do it."

The man next to her took out a knife and walked towards me.

I shouted "help", turned around and was about to run out, but my hair was grabbed and pulled back.

"At this point, your life is not up to you." "No, No."

With a sinister smile on her face, she slashed the knife at my face.

I lowered my head to avoid it, and the knife cut my throat.

"How dare you hide?"

The woman grabbed my hair and cut it into pieces from the top of her head with a knife.

I lay on the ground with blood all over my face, and my eyes were filled with despair and heartache.

For a month, the group of people had been torturing at midnight and never stopped.

They will pull me out, let me squat in the corner and pee on me.

They will let me lick their shoes until they are spotless.

They gave me leftovers and beat me every day just to listen to me begging for mercy.

I was so desperate that I used the knife I secretly picked up to cut my wrist.

When the blood was slowly drawn away from my body, I knew that I couldn't wait for Winson.

Bye, Winson

Natasha's pov

Philip came to me when I woke up in the hospital and told me that if I comit suicide again, my father and brother would die.

I really don't dare to commit suicide for my father and brother.

But because of what happened last time, I was tortured more miserably after I went back to prison.

There were new and old scars one after another.

I gradually became numb.

I don't struggle anymore. I don't want to be slaughtered.

I can't even feel that I'm still alive.

I only hope that my father and brother can live.

..

In the early morning, the prison door was suddenly opened with a bang.

"Natasha, come out."

The voice sounded extraordinarily abrupt in the middle of the night.

I stood up numbly and dragged my tired body out of the ward.

I had thought that as usual, i would face all kinds of bullying today.

But strangely, they changed my clothes and sent me to the prison gate.

There is still one year left before I am released from prison

The prison guard said coldly, "behave yourself when you go out."

When I walked out of the prison, it rained.

I looked up at the dark sky, and the rain thorns fell down like needles.

Suddenly, a bright light came from the car light.

But then someone got out of the car and held an umbrella

"Natasha, long time no see."

Seeing the face of the person, I took a step back inexplicably.

This was Philip, Winson's butler.

"Winson is waiting for you in the car. Please get in."

"Did he get me out?"

Philip bowed respectfully without saying anything.

I walked over, got on the lengthened luxury car and sat diagonally opposite Winson.

Winson was still as noble and cold as ever.

Winson's POV.

She used to be very thin, but now she was even weaker.

Her face was deathly pale, different from before. At this moment, her face was bloodless, as if she was suffering from malnourishment.

There were scars on her forehead and chin, which were particularly dazzling on her face.

But now... She didn't even look at me. There was no light in her eyes.

The car began to slowly drive away from the prison. In a low and hoarse voice, Natasha said indifferently, "tell me, what do you want from me?"

"I haven't seen you for three years. You've learned to be smart. "

Natasha smiled sarcastically and said nothing.

I threw a document to Natasha and said, "read it and sign it."

Natasha's POV

When I opened the document and saw the content, I sneered.

Kidney donation agreement.

He could find the source of kidney from anywhere as long as Winson wanted.

"I won't sign it."

Winson's eyebrows turned cold. Although his voice was calm, it was piercing cold. "You don't want to sign it?"

"No."

"My kidney is here. If you want it, you can let them cut it by force."

Winson leaned forward slightly and pinched my chin.

"you haven't learned anything for three years."

"You should know that I have many ways to make you compromise."

"Really? Just try it. I won't save that bitch. I just want her to die."

"Well, don't regret it."

He picked up the phone hanging beside the car and ordered, "change the route to the club."

Club?

What did Winson want to do?

When the car arrived at harkim club, Winson got out of the ca.

As he walked into the club, he ordered Philip, "clean this dirty woman up and send her to a private room."

"Yes, sir."

Winson left first.

Philip asked someone to change my sexy underwear.

There were a dozen of people in the room.

Winson sat elegantly in the middle of the sofa, with a red wine glass in his hand, and looked at me coldly.

Winson's POV

After making up and changing her clothes, Natasha looked delicate and lovely. She was still beautiful even without those scars and short hair.

What's more, the clothes she was wearing made her more sexy.

As soon as Natasha came in, the noisy private room suddenly quieted down.

Someone recognized Natasha and exclaimed, "Hey, isn't this Natasha?"

"Yes, isn't she in jail?"

"Look, there are so many scars on her arms and legs. It's disgusting."

"Tonight, who wants to take her away?"

Hearing this, Natasha was stunned and looked up at me.

"Are you kidding me?"

Someone immediately echoed, "that's right. He only loves Wendy. I heard that Wendy wanted a child, and adopted a son without saying anything."

I looked at Natasha.

I know Natasha too well. She can't bear such humiliation.

But I didn't expect.

Natasha's POV

The two words "child" hurt my heart.

I didn't even have a look at that child.

"Winson said that he didn't want your baby anyway."

"He will adopt another child for me. He is so considerate to me."

Yes, Winson was so considerate.

When the pain was extreme, I suddenly opened my eyes and glanced at Winson sharply. Then I walked to the oldest and Fattest Man in the crowd,

"Sir, do you want to make an appointment with me tonight? I'm good at it. Do you want to have a try?"

The man was also stunned.

The crowd burst into laughter. "Condra, I want to have a try since you have used it up."

"Uncle, let's go."

The middle-aged fat man's mind was half gone by the smile. He couldn't help swallowing.

He stood up and gave Winson a flattering smile. "Thank you for your hospitality. I'm leaving now."

After saying that, the man reached out his hand to hold me in a hurry, which caused a burst of laughter in the room.

All of a sudden, Winson raised his hand and smashed the goblet heavily on the door.

The noise in the room suddenly stopped.

All of them fixed their eyes on Winson.

There was no expression on Winson's face at the moment. He said in an indifferent and cold voice, "get out."

Seeing this, everyone didn't dare to stay any longer. They held their female companions and left dejectedly.

Seeing this, Philip hesitated for a moment and then walked forward.

Winson cast a cold glance at him.

Philip had to keep silent, took a step back and stood aside.

Less than three minutes later, Winson said coldly, "go and check it out."

"Yes, sir!" Philip was relieved and left quickly.

Winson's POV

Condra had a guest room in the club.

A few minutes later, Philip took me upstairs.

As soon as we walked out of the elevator, I saw Condra running towards while fastening belt.

His pants and white shirt sleeves were stained with blood.

Philip stepped forward to stop Condra and asked anxiously, "Condra, what's wrong with you?"

"That... That woman... She is so wild. I don't dare to do that."

The door was not locked. I pushed the door open and broke in.

The room was in a mess.

Hearing the sound, Natasha, who was sitting on the carpet, shrank back in panic and put the glass fragment on her wrist again.

Natasha quickly tidied up her messy clothes and threw away the pieces of glass. She pretended to be calm and said, "well, it's just a little blood. How could he be scared away?"

I pinched Natasha's neck and said, "you are such a bitch. You would rather sleep with that kind of woman than compromise with me, wouldn't you?"

Natasha stared raised her eyebrows. "Yes, I'm a bitch anyway. Winson, don't waste your energy. I'd rather die than live as you wish."

"Very good, Natasha."

"Open it."

Helpless, Philip took out the U disk from his bag and opened the projector in the room.

Natasha looked up at the big screen on the wall.

When the scene appeared, her heart shrank with fear. She gritted her teeth and couldn't help but burst into tears

Natasha's POV

It was father.

He was my most gentle and loving father.

On the screen, my father was bending.

They poured the wine on the ground and let father kneel down to clean it.

They stepped on his hands and spat on his face.

I rushed in front of Winson and grabbed Winson's collar crazily. Suddenly, I roared with a tearing throat, "Winson..."

"Why? Winson, tell me why. What do you want? Why don't you just kill me?"

"Kill you?"

Winson sneered, "I think it's dirty."

"Can't you stand it? I've gone even further..."

Slap! I slapped Winson across the face.

Winson pinched my neck and pressed me against the bed with a ruthless look on his face.

"Natasha, I've told you that I have many ways to make you compromise."

"I'll give you the kidney, but..."

Winson let go of her and took a step back. He patted his hand which had just pinched my neck in disgust.

"Get up and go to the hospital. Your kidney is damaged. I want your family to die a miserable death."

Then he turned around and left.

With Philip's help, I went to the hospital to have my wound bandaged and then sent back to Winson's villa.

After sending me to Winson's study, Philip left. "Sign it."

"I have a condition."

"Tell me your requirements."

Winson crossed his arms over his chest and said, "I'd like to see what tricks you can play."

"Please let my father go. Besides, we have signed the divorce agreement. From now on..."

Divorce?

He stood up and pressed me against the corner of the table.

"How dare you mention divorce with me? Natasha, I think you have forgotten what you have done to marry me."

"Yes, I forgot."

"I have forgotten everything about you. I just want to divorce you now."

"Oh, really? Let me help you recall how despicable you are."

As he spoke, he lowered his head

"Let go of me! No! Get away from me!"

Winson's POV

Since she entered my life, she has brought a lot of disasters to our family.

.

When Natasha's clothes were torn open and I saw her covered with dense scars, I suddenly stopped.

"What's going on?"

Natasha crazily pushed me away and curled up. "Don't touch me. Don't touch me."

"Natasha, what's wrong with the scars on your body?"

She smiled sarcastically

"Answer me."

"It's my retribution. I'm a bitch. I fell in love with someone I shouldn't love."

"Natasha, don't blame me for anything. You don't deserve it."

Natasha picked up the donation agreement on the sofa and said, "Winson, I've made it clear to you. It's up to you whether I agree or not."

"You have no right to bargain with me. Your father owes me a debt, and he must pay it."

"I'll pay you back."

"You? Humph! What are you going to pay back? Is this body full of scars?"

"That's right. Don't you know that many men like this kind of sexual interest?"

"Natasha, you're courting death."

Natasha smiled,

"Winson, I'm telling you the truth. You're right. I'm a slut. I have dated countless men. I can't live without them..."

Slap

Natasha was slapped across the face.

"do you want a man? I'll give it to you. I'd like to see how slutty you can be."

"Get out of my way. Everyone can do it, but you can't."

I pressed her under my body, directly inserted my penis into her vagina and began to stir crazily in her body. She closed her eyes, but there was no reaction, she like a piece of wood, which made me even angrier,

I tried harder, as if I wanted to penetrate through her. I even slapped her. She just shed tears without any response,

I looked at Natasha. Natasha had changed.

She just stiffened and stared at me, her eyes full of despair and fear.

Silently, Natasha put on her clothes, stood up and kept a certain distance. She walked aside and signed the donation agreement.

She said nothing, opened the door of the study and went out.

Philip was in the living room.

She walked up to Philip. Philip bowed respectfully to her and said, "Natasha."

"Philip, please prepare a cup of coffee for me."

Philip was a little surprised.

Every time I finish sex with her, I'll ask Philip to bring Natasha a cup of coffee with birth control pills.

I always thought that Natasha didn't know, but it turned out that

She didn't want to have a baby, did she?

"She doesn't deserve it. Give her more."

Philip turned around and went to the kitchen.

Natasha's POV

In the morning, Philip sent someone to the guest room and invited me to have breakfast.

When I came out of my room and was about to walk to the dining room, I heard a delicate shout from the living room.

Wendy was surprised and said, "it's really you. Why are you here? Oh, is it... Is Winson really saving you from prison in order to change my kidney?"

After saying that, she got close and whispered in a voice that could only be heard by two people, "my dear cousin, you must be very sad to be treated like this by the person you love so much, right? So pitiful."

She said, trying to hug me.

I pushed her away in disgust. "Get away from me."

Wendy staggered two steps back and fell to the ground, screaming in pain.

The servants not far away hurried to help her.

But Wendy didn't get up. "Why did you do this to me? I just haven't seen you for a long time. I miss you and want to hug you."

"You hugged me? I think it's dirty."

As soon as I finished speaking, a sharp rebuke came from the side,

Hearing the noise, Winson walked quickly from the dining room and pushed me away with anger.

Although he didn't use all his strength, I was already a little weak and was easily pushed to the ground by him.

Winson frowned, but then he calmed down and went to help Wendy up.

With a weak look on her face, Wendy said, "Winson, don't get me wrong. I fell down because I lost my balance. Everyone can testify for me. It has nothing to do with me."

Then she left Winson's arms and went to help me.

But I have already stood up and stepped back two steps to keep a distance from Wendy.

"I told you, don't touch me."

Biting her lips, Wendy said in an aggrieved tone, "I know you think Natasha is dirty, but she was... Not willing to..."

Looking at me coldly, Winson said sarcastically, "you are a slut. How dare you say that others are dirty?"

My heart ached.

Wendy shook her head at Winson, held his arm and said anxiously, "Winson, don't say that. It will hurt."

"Philip, lock her in the basement and let her reflect."

I turned to look at him and asked, "why?"

Winson walked up to her, pinched her chin, approached her ear and whispered, "because I'm still your husband now, who dares to discipline my wife?"

Seeing that Philip didn't move, Winson turned to Philip and scolded him coldly, "why don't you go now?"

Embarrassed, Philip walked up to me and said

I saw Wendy's face.

Wendy raised her eyebrows, with a clear provocation.

I smiled sarcastically and followed Philip out without taking a look at Winson.

Winson, you are so blind

I was' invited 'into the basement.

When I walked in, I smelt musty.

"There is a phone on the wall. If you want to admit your mistake, you can call the internal telephone."

After saying that, Philip left. The door was closed, and the basement was isolated from all light except darkness.

I'm really tired, hungry and sleepy now.

After a long time, the door was finally opened.

I looked up and saw it was

"Well, it seems that you don't welcome me. What? You want Winson to come? But what should I do? He won't come to see you. He hates you very much."

It was Wendy.

"How can you be so shameless and humiliated by Winson? How dare you live on?"

My sharp eyes fell on Wendy.

Wendy didn't care. "Oh, by the way, Winson won't let you die for me, because..."

She squatted down and said, "I want your kidney. Winson will help me get it."

I gritted my teeth, "get out."

"Don't worry. I won't stay in such a disgusting place even if you beg me. Besides, Winson will be anxious if he can't see me."

She stood up and said, "I'm here to give you a gift."

She walked to the door and took out a cloth bag. "Guess what's in it."

Seeing that there seemed to be something moving in the bag, my eyes narrowed with fear.

Wendy held the bottom of the bag and poured out the things inside.

Seeing it was a snake, I shrank back tightly.

Wendy sneered when she saw that I was so embarrassed as if I could die at once.

"In the past, you were born in a rich family, and Emily saved Winson's life. I was the only one who had nothing. But so what? In the end, you all lost to me? Now, Winson is only mine. I win."

Trembling, I managed to squeeze a word through my teeth, "get out..."