Chasing My Pregnant Wife by Night Rvelations

Sebastian forcefully turned Rosalie's head back.

"Can't bear to look?" He deliberately turned up the volon his phone to the maximum, and a series of moans could be heard.

Sebastian threw the phone aside and lifted her dress.

"What are you trying to do? Let go of me!" Rosalie twisted her body, struggling weakly.

"Of course, I'm going to cherish my bride." Sebastian smiled sinisterly. His face was terrifying, devoid of the gentleness it once held, with only cruelty remaining.

"Rose, I'm your husband too. You slept with Theodore, you slept with Justin-why won't you sleep with me? This isn't fair! But no matter. From now on, you're my woman, and only I can touch you. I'll be the last man you'll ever have!" Then, he ripped Rosalie's wedding dress apart.

"Sebastian, I'm your cousin! You're crazy!" Hearing those words, Sebastian's gaze grew even more ruthless, and he laughed hysterically. "So what? I don't care! Rose, I've long since gone mad!" "Oh, right, lettell you something." Sebastian grabbed the back of her head, bringing his lips close to her ear. "Do you know what I've done? I went and got a vasectomy-just for this day." His face was so close to hers, his gaze so wicked it seemed to ooze darkness. "I did it all for you. Look at how much I've sacrificed for you-l even gave up having children." He kissed her lips hard.

By now, nothing Sebastian did could surprise Rosalie anymore. He was a madman-a complete psychopath.

Rosalie opened her mouth, trying to bite him, but she had no strength at all and could only let him kiss her.

Tears streamed down her face. Her hands were cuffed to the bed, while her legs were pressed down by Sebastian. There was nothing she could do.

Sebastian's eyes were filled with love, pity, and even grievance. "Rose, I love you so much. I've never loved someone like this in my entire life. Why can't you understand? I've treated you so well-have you forgotten the first twe met? I never wanted things to be this way. You forced me." "Sebastian, you've always been this evil. I hate myself for not realizing it sooner." Rosalie knew the sorrow in Sebastian's eyes was nothing but a lie. If he truly cared about her, he wouldn't have killed Justin.

He had repeatedly tried to kill every man she loved, so how could he possibly feel sorry for her? It was nothing more than possessiveness and extrselfishness.

Hearing her cold and detached words, the fleeting tenderness on Sebastian's face disappeared, replaced by a bone-chilling coldness.

"Rose, even now, you're still hurting me. What do you expectto do?" He suddenly grabbed her by the throat. "Justin's body is in my hands. Guess what I'm going to do to him?" "He's already dead. No matter what you do to him, he won't feel it." Rosalie's voice was laced with icy hatred as she spat out each word. "Fuck you, Sebastian." Sebastian's expression grew even darker. "Rose, you're really not afraid of me, are you? Fine. I originally planned for this to be just our ttogether, but now I've changed my mind." He got up and shouted toward the door, "Someone, throw Justin in here." Two men dressed in black dragged Justin's bloody corpse in and threw it onto the floor.

Justin lay face down.

The moment Rosalie saw him, her emotions surged uncontrollably. "Justin..." She wanted to rush over, but her hands were cuffed, leaving her unable to get off the bed. "Sebastian, what are you trying to do?" Sebastian let out a sinister laugh and pointed at Justin. "Turn his face over. Make sure it's facing the bed." Sebastian's subordinates followed his orders, turning Justin's head around.

Justin's eyes were still open, and his face was covered in blood.

Seeing Justin die with his eyes wide open, Rosalie felt as if she couldn't breathe. Tears streamed down her face as she sobbed in utter despair.

The men in black left and shut the door behind them.

Sebastian unbuttoned his shirt, taking it off to reveal his well-built chest.

"If Justin were alive to see this, it et would be even more thrilling. But I couldn't let him live-what if he turned the tables on me? He was a I ruthless killer, so I had to cure he was dead. A bit of a pity, perhaps, but at least now there's no more threat," he said coldly, as if discussing something entirely unrelated to him. Then, he ripped Rosalie's dress apart.

"Sebastian, letgo! Letgo!" She struggled in despair.

"Rose, you want to do this the hard way, right? I'll make Justin watch how I make you mine. I want him to never be able to rest in peace!" Sebastian roared with laughter.

Like a beast, he tore off her dress.

In her ears were Sebastian's inhumane words, "Justin, watchmake Rosalie mine!" Another bout of maniacal laughter escaped him.

"Sebastian, I hate you!" Rosalie wailed in grief.

"Hate me, then. You've already hatedfor a long time." Sebastian no longer cared about anything. The only thing that mattered to him was Rosalie. As long as he could have her, he would stop at nothing. If it meant ve destroying the world, he wouldn't hesitate-let alone killing a few people. et "Rose, I don't like his smell on you, so this time, I'll be straightforward. Once I get rid of all traces of him, I'll give you the pleasure he gave you tenfold. Hold on for now." It was as if a bolt of lightning struck straight down from the sky, plunging Rosalie into the depths of hell.

She stared ahead blankly, abandoning all struggle.

Scalding, despairing tears streamed down her face. She turned her head to look at the cold, lifeless body of the man she loved on the ground, while being forced to endure the torment of the man she hated. The video on the phone played on an endless loop, repeating Rosalie's praises for Justin over and over again.

Sebastian seemed provoked by the voice on the phone. Like an enraged lion, he grew increasingly ruthless, his breath heavy and low growls sounding beside Rosalie's ear.

"Rosalie, you are mine! You will never escape my grasp!"