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Chapter 300 Maeveâs heart sank The Sergio she once knew wouldnât stoop stoop to such levels. He had never resorted to such despicable means to win over the woman he liked.
Sergio spoke softly, âI wonât force you, Maeve. As long as you donât insist on the divorce, I wonât bother the Scott family.â
âLet me go!â
Maeve struggled against Sergioâs tight grip, but his strength was immense. She couldnât break free from his restraint.
Her gaze turned icy. âSergio, do you think Iâll fall for you by doing this? If anything, itâll only make me hate you more!â
âI donât care if you love me or hate me, as long as youâre by my side.â Sergioâs eyes betrayed his emotions. It was as if their past was nothing but a dream.
However, Maeve knew better as she wasnât dreaming. She vividly remembered everything Sergio had done to her in the past.
Faced with someone who had once tried to kill her, she no longer harbored any love for him.
âBut I donât want to stay by your side. No matter how you mess with the Scott family, Iâll never stay with you.â
He tightened his grip on her wrist and said, âDonât push me, Maeve.â
âSince when did you stoop to using such tactics on women, Mr. Brooks? Sergio, do you even realize what youâve become?
Youâre like a pitiful suitor, willingly debasing yourself! How can you stoop so low and even resort to kidnapping? All I feel is disgust when I see you.â
Each word struck Sergioâs heart.
Maeve knew too well that these were the same words Sergio had spoken to her in her previous life.
She remembered it vividly after the day they had .
Back then, Sergio had looked at her in disgust and said the same words that she had just said.
Now, she was simply returning those exact words to Sergio.
Sergio had never received such humiliation in front of someone before, and his face darkened with anger. âMaeve, am I wrong to love you as my wife? Iâll never agree to a divorce even if itâs what you want.â
As he reached out to tear Maeveâs clothes and leaned down to kiss her, she suddenly burst into laughter beneath him.
Sergio furrowed his brows. âWhatâs so funny?â.
âSergio, whatâs the point of forcing a woman who doesnât love you to be intimate with you? Even if you have your way with me, it wonât change my decision to divorce you. I suggest that you give up on that idea.â
There was no love in Maeveâs eyes, only coldness.
Sergio clenched his fists, his calm demeanor collapsing like a dam, revealing the ferocity of a wild beast about to break loose.
âYouâre to me!â
my wife, and I want you. Whatâs wrong with that? After tonight, Iâll have my own ways to make sure you stay. Mavy, you belong only As he tore Maeveâs dress, the mere touch of her skin ignited a flame within him.
Unable to control himself, he pressed down on her forcefully.
Suddenly, the door burst open, flooding the room with light from the corridor.
Zionâs punch sent Sergio crashing to the ground in an instant.
Wiping the blood from his mouth, Sergioâs eyes gleamed with a cold light. âZion?â