Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1218: I Will Destroy Myself

"Mort, watch out!" Dianna shouted to warn.

A samurai’s sword was already swinging towards Mort Thorne.

Mort dodged, the sharp edge missed his vital parts but left a deep bloody gash on his sturdy back.

His black shirt was torn, and beneath the bloodstain, fresh red flesh and stark white bones were barely visible.

Dianna Hollis glared at Scorpion with reddened eyes, "If you can’t beat Mort Thorne, you use these dirty tricks. You’re despicable."

The samurais were no match for Mort Thorne, but Scorpion knew she was Mort’s weakness, so he used her to distract Mort.

Scorpion shrugged indifferently, "All’s fair in war."

Dianna quickly looked at Mort Thorne, shouting, "Mort, close your eyes, don’t think about anything, don’t look at anything, I’ll wait for you."

Listening to Dianna’s voice, Mort rapidly furrowed his brows, his blade moved swiftly in a series of fluid motions, and all the Kuroya samurai fell.

Fresh red blood snaked across the floor as Mort supported himself with one hand on his sword, his left knee touching the ground.

The man’s strong chest heaved up and down, fine beads of sweat streamed down his fortress-like muscular build, he slowly lifted his dark eyes to the LCD screen, the color in them stained with bloodthirsty violence and bone-chilling ferocity.

Scorpion was no longer calm; only now did he realize the strength of his opponent, Blood Eagle.

But soon, he displayed a sinister smile; he still had a trump card — Dianna.

"Clap, clap, clap," Scorpion clapped three times, "Blood Eagle, congratulations on passing the first stage, now onto the second stage—kneel down and beg me, bow your head."

Scorpion demanded Mort Thorne to kneel!

Dianna’s crystal-clear eyes suddenly contracted, she quickly shook her head, "Mort, don’t!"

Her Mort was a man who stood tall and proud, kneeling only to heaven and earth, to his parents; no one could humiliate his soul or trample on his dignity, who did Scorpion think he was? Mort, don’t kneel!

Mort’s handsome and chiseled features were now covered with a layer of mocking frost; large drops of sweat streamed down, soaking the front of his shirt. At that moment, he was wild and wicked, like an eagle lurking in the night sky, "Kneel now, and next? Won’t you have me chop off my own hand? You’re foolish, do you think I’d be as foolish as you?"

Scorpion gritted his teeth, "Blood Eagle, you can choose not to obey, then I can only have a live broadcast with Dianna right in front of you."

As he spoke, Scorpion reached out and ripped Dianna’s collar, revealing her swan-like pink neck and a large patch of creamy-white silky skin.

Her skin was covered with kiss marks—strawberries planted by Mort Thorne last night.

Scorpion’s eyes turned red, "Damn, Blood Eagle, I thought you were such a hero, but in a closed room you’re just like a normal man, full of desires. You enjoy so much, tsk tsk, Dianna’s skin is so smooth and tender, even a forty-year-old man like you can have such a flower, Blood Eagle, you’re quite lucky, no wonder you’d risk everything to save Dianna."

As he spoke, Scorpion reached to touch Dianna’s delicate face.

With a slap, Dianna smacked down Scorpion’s filthy hand, she extended her small hand to cover her torn collar, shielding the springtime view, "Don’t touch me with your dirty hands!"

"Damn, you’re fiery!"

Scorpion swung his hand, directly tossing Dianna onto the bed.

Dianna’s eyelids grew heavier, she couldn’t muster any strength to resist, she felt herself falling asleep.

"Dianna, what are you pretending, didn’t you service Blood Eagle last night? I’m no worse than Blood Eagle, maybe you’ll fall for me after climbing into my bed, haha."

"Spit." Dianna coldly cursed, "Serving him—I do it willingly. What do you think you are?"

"You!"

Scorpion raised his hand, wanting to slap Dianna again.

At this moment, a deep cold voice reached his ears, "Stop! I’ll kneel!"

Mort Thorne said he would kneel.

"Mort, don’t kneel!" Dianna quickly screamed.

"Haha, good," Scorpion laughed with satisfaction, "So, the legendary Blood Eagle is also a passionate soul, this is truly iron bones with tender feelings. Blood Eagle, now kneel, and seriously bow three times."

Mort looked at Dianna, his eyes and heart were all for her.

Dianna was tossed onto the bed, her raven-black hair scattered messily, some strands entwining her guarded collar, her skin was creamy-white, eyes reddened, she looked at him with delicately painted brows, slowly shaking her head, "Don’t... Mort, don’t kneel."

Mort’s thin lips curled up, "Don’t worry, I’m here."

He said four words. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

Don’t worry, I’m here.

Dianna’s butterfly-wing-like long lashes trembled suddenly, large teardrops fell heavily.

Just then, Mort’s tall figure moved, he slowly lowered his other knee.

He was going to kneel.

Dianna suddenly stretched out her small hand, grabbed the cigarette tray on the nightstand, and threw it with force.

Bang, the cigarette tray hit the LCD screen connector, and the screen instantly turned black.

They couldn’t see anything now.

She couldn’t see Mort, Mort couldn’t see her.

She severed their world.

This way, he wouldn’t be affected by her, and wouldn’t have to kneel for her.

Her small hands clutched tightly onto the wooden board, she let tears blur her vision, Mort, this way, I can protect you.

She had said she would guard him.

The LCD screen went black, Scorpion’s face changed drastically, he reached out furiously, grabbing Dianna’s long hair, then "slap," he slapped Dianna across the face.

Dianna fell back onto the bed, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood.

"Foolish little slut, you refuse the wine of honor and drink the wine of punishment!"

"Heh," Dianna curled her red lips, a cold enchanting beauty spilled forth, "No one can use me to threaten him, the consequence of threatening will only be one thing—I’ll destroy myself."

Scorpion flipped onto the bed, pressing Dianna beneath him, tearing at her clothes, "Alright, to save Blood Eagle, you’re willing to sacrifice yourself, now let me have some fun, today I’ll play you to death, let’s see how painful Blood Eagle will be?"

"Get off me!" Dianna tried to struggle, but she lacked any strength.

Soon, her vision went black, and she fainted.

Seeing Dianna pass out, Scorpion impatiently tugged at her clothes...

...

On the other side.

Mort had not yet knelt down when the LCD screen went black.

Dianna had disrupted the connection signal.

The man’s dark eyes suddenly darkened, like small whirlpools ready to engulf with deep, dangerous fear.

Quickly rising to his feet, Mort approached the LCD screen, feeling for the connection signal behind it.

This was a wireless connection, difficult to trace the main signal’s location.

Even if he traced it, it would be too late.

Fear began to grow wildly in his heart—fear called...fear.