My Love My Hatred (Jennie and Lance)
Chapter 87

Chapter 87 Sofa

Lance hung up after finishing his sentence, without even waiting for my reply.

I got in the car. I know very clearly Lance Mason wouldn't just let me get away even if he got married, I would still be his secret mistress. Perhaps this was my fate.

Grandma said, Jennie, you must not be like your mother, you should be a good woman.

But I don't deserve to be a good woman anymore.

The driver sped the whole way back, we arrived at Lance's mansion after around 5 hours.

Lance wasn't here, the servants served breakfast for me. I ate a little while watching the morning news.

According to the news reporter, the master of the Mason's Family, Lance Mason, also the CEO of the Mason's Company, would be marrying Tiffany Abel next Monday.

According to the news, Lance Mason and Tiffany Abel have known each other for they were younger, it wasn't just a marriage for business, they have feelings for each other too.

The radios and tabloids were also announcing the news. It was Thursday today, so it means Lance would be getting married in a few days' time.

I didn't realized Lance came back and sat beside me. He was me watching the news about him and switched off the TV>

He put his fingers on my chin, raising my head, he squinted his eyes at me and said, "I'm getting married."

I grinned at him. "Congratulations!"

I guess my calmness and what I said must have been out of expectation, he just stared at me and didn't say anything. what did he expect me to do? Scream and shout? Ask him not to marry Tiffany? Joke. After a long moment, he smirked and said, "You know once I get married, what will you become."

I smiled and said, "I know, and I told you before I don't mind, As long as you give me money, I'll be your mistress willingly. Didn't you say that I'm like my mom?"

I spoke casually, like I didn't care. I noticed the rapid change of expression in Lance's eyes. His fingers on my chin started to grab me harder, I almost felt my chin breaking. I knitted my eyebrows in pain. He told me he's getting married and I congratulated him, wasn't this enough? Did he expect me to beg him in his arms, asking him not to marry that woman?

Or did he expect me to make a big deal out of this, screaming and shouting at him, confessing my love to him? Hahaha....

If I really did that, what awaits me would be his words of humiliation and insults.

Please, I have been pretending for so many days, and I'm tired of it. I would rather pretend to love money than to act like I love him, at least pretending to love money is easier.

Lance looked at me with observing eyes, "You really want to be a mistress that everybody hates?"

"Do I have the choice to choose?" I asked instead of answering him.

When I was back in Denmark, I thought about this. If Lance Mason let me go and not replace me anymore, then I would learn to forget about what he's done to me and move on, live a peaceful life. But Lance will always be Lance, there's no way he would let me go this easily.

He had someone brought me back here just to torture me slowly, isn't it?

I didn't care, I wasn't the old Jennie Gomez anymore, I have nothing left, no one to lose. What can I still be afraid of? If I really didn't succeed, I don't care making Lance die together with me. Lance suddenly pushed me down on the sofa and ripped my shirt apart. The servants were cleaning the dining room, they would see me getting humiliated by him, was this what he wanted? His sudden anger confused me a little. Like, what the hell?

Without any foreplay, he pushed himself into me harshly. Pain shot through my body, it was as if he tore my body into half. It was so painful I had to bite my own lips to stop myself from crying out loud. The servants saw what happened and hurried away, afraid to stay there any longer,

Lance looked at my face and saw my bleeding lips. Then, he lowered his head and kissed me, sucking the blood from my lips.

He stared right into my eyes and asked, "Painful?"

I forced out a smile on my pale face and said, "No, I'm enjoying it."

I was already numbed by the pain, to be honest.

He must not have expected this kind of answer from me and gave me strange look. The, he started to pound me even harder. I gripped the edge of the sofa with my fingers.

He released after his last stroke and got up from my body.

I slowly closed my legs, his semen flowing out from me, staining the sofa. My clothes were all over the floor.

I reached out to take my clothes.

Lance watched me from above, his eyes filled with arrogance, "Jennie, this is how a mistress should behave. When the master needs to be pleasured, you have to be willing to open your legs whenever I want it."