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Forced to Marry Mr. Billionaire

Chapter 247
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Chapter 247: Chapter 247: What Is Marrying You For?

Upon hearing her words, Tang Yuchen'’s pitch-black eyes grew even more gloomy, a chilling sharpness passing

through them.

The phrase "bastard child" had crossed his bottom line.

He let out a cold, scornful laugh, his tone icy and dangerous, "What do you think | married you for? To have you

bear children for me!"

An Ruo’s pupils shrank slightly as he added, "If | want you to give birth, then you must!"

As soon as his words fell, the man’s strong body instantly overpowered hers; An Ruo instinctively struggled, but

he caught both of her slender wrists with one hand, pinning them above her head.

His other hand violently tore off the clothes she was wearing.

Hiss—

The sound of fabric being ripped apart was enough to send shivers down one’s spine.

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The man’s ferocity was something she could not withstand.

He grasped her waist tightly, and without any warning, he entered her body ferociously, with an intense sense of

punishment.

An Ruo turned pale from the pain, her body curling up like a shrimp.

She wanted to scream, but her throat was so dry and hoarse, something seemed to be blocking it, preventing

any sound from coming out.

The man with the vicious look in his eyes was sinister and frightening, instantly triggering all her dreadful

memories.

It was always like this, treating her this way.

This demon, there would always be enmity between her and him!

An Ruo bit her lips tightly, staring at him defiantly with eyes full of fury.

Tang Yuchen'’s cold gaze did not blink, his mouth twisting into a cruel, cold smile as he moved fiercely like a wild

beast.

The tearing agony made her tremble all over, her complexion white as a sheet.

This wasn’t lovemaking, it was torture.

An Ruo felt several times like she was close to dying from the pain; her insides were squeezed together, as if

about to be vomited out through her throat.

She dry heaved, her breathing rapid, her complexion ashen, tears seeping from the corners of her eyes.

But no matter how much she suffered, the man on top of her showed no intention of letting her go.

Her body was bent and folded into incredible positions by him, showing no tenderness or compassion. His

torment was the cruelest punishment in this world.

It wasn’t clear how long the violent storm lasted, but An Ruo could no longer endure and fainted.

From beginning to end, she didn’t let out a single whimper, and even after fainting, her teeth remained tightly

clamped on her lip.

Her lips, once full and pink, were now tainted with blood, and strands of her hair stuck wetly to her face.

Tang Yuchen'’s icy gaze watched her dispassionately as he pulled out and stood up, leaving her on the couch

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without covering her with a blanket or considering getting medical treatment for her.

After straightening his clothes, he strode to the drawer, opened it, took out the birth control pills inside, and then

left without a backward glance.

Even though he had tampered with the medication, he still intended to confiscate it, wanting to show her

through his actions that he would not give her another chance to take the pills.

Her whole body ached as if it had fallen apart, or as if she had been run over by a car, with not a single spot that

didn’t hurt.

An Ruo was awakened by the pain.

When she opened her eyes, she saw the ceiling of the room.

The sky was dark and there were no lights on in the room. The glass door to the balcony was open, letting the

cool evening breeze in, causing the white printed curtains to dance in the wind.

An Ruo stared blankly for a while, feeling ice-cold all over, unbearably cold, before she struggled to sit up with

great effort.

Her clothes were disheveled, and what she wore could no longer be called clothes, just storn scraps of

fabric, barely covering anything.

The bedroom was silent and the atmosphere even more desolate.