The Billionaire Alpha’s Contract Lover

Chapter 1563

For Eric, Stella didn’t love him and didn’t want to be with him

again, so the whole world was dark.

Instead of being sent to prison by her own hands, it’s better to end

their relationship and save them both from suffering.

“How do we end it?”

Stella lifted her gaze and stared coldly at Eric. It would be good to end it, but Eric would never let her

go easily. Before they end it, he would probably make her suffer.

Eric took a step forward and slowly walked into the cage. When his tall figure squatted down, it brought

a shadow, heavy and oppressive, enveloping Stella.

One sitting, one squatting, two deep eyes, staring at each other,

countless inexplicable deep affections in Stella’s resentful

expression, seemed worthless.

Eric’s long eyelashes drooped, and after hesitating for a long time,

he faintly spoke, “If you stay with me for a month, like before, after

it’s over, I’ll let you go.”

If he let her go, Eric would be sent to prison by her. How could

Stella believe him? “You went through so much trouble to bring

me here. How could you kindly let me go?”

Someone like Eric, who didn’t imprison her on a deserted island, can be considered merciful. However,

Eric, who lost Stella,

couldn’t sleep day and night. He relied on swallowing drugs in his dreams and in reality to prevent

himself from being so miserable. It was quite tiring.

He didn’t make any solemn promises. He just took out a gun from his back and placed it in Stella’s

palm. “If I don’t let you go after a month, you can shoot me.”

Stella, holding the gun, remained silent for a few seconds, then suddenly raised the gun and aimed it at

Eric’s forehead, without

any hesitation, she pulled the trigger.

It was empty, there were no bullets inside, and Eric was

unharmed…

“So you really want me dead.”

Disappointment emanated from Eric’s deep and sinister eyes, enough to ignite Stella, but she shifted

her gaze to the gun.

“You really deceived me.”

What’s the use of giving her a gun without bullets?

Eric, kneeling on one knee on the ground, seemed angry, but he restrained himself from erupting. He

simply took the gun from

Stella’s hand and opened the magazine.

When Stella saw a golden bullet lying inside, she hesitated. If she had fired six shots just now, Eric

would have died. Unfortunately, Stella only fired one shot.

Eric stared at the bullet inside, hesitated for a moment, closed

the magazine, picked up the gun, and placed it on the glass table

outside the cage.

He turned around and looked at Stella sitting in the cage.

“If you agree, this gun belongs to you.”

Stella didn’t expect that Eric would still give her the gun. Wasn’t he afraid that she would fire several

shots after getting it?

Seemingly aware of her doubts, Eric’s face revealed a hint of a

dark smile.

“Do you agree or not?”

Stella didn’t want to be with Eric as she did before, but that was

the only way to escape from here. After hesitating for a long time, she nodded lightly.

In any case, she had to get the gun first.

Seeing her agreement, Eric brought the keys and removed the

handcuffs and leg cuffs for Stella. Then he held her and walked

out of the cage. When passing by the gun, Stella frowned.

“Aren’t you giving me the gun?”

Eric lowered his gaze, staring into her eyes, and spoke softly.

“After a month, I’ll give it to you.”

In other words, the prerequisite for getting the gun was to be with him for a month.

Eric raised his fingers and gently tapped her cold cheek.

“You have no choice.”

Someone who had never intended to let her go would naturally not give her a choice. But if she took

the gun from this place while he was sleeping, there was a chance of success.

With this thought in mind, Stella let Eric carry her downstairs. It wasn’t until they reached the ground

floor that she realized she was in a mansion surrounded by green grass. Looking into the distance, she

could see the endless sea…

This was a deserted island that Eric had bought and trimmed and decorated. It had a touch of beauty.

When Stella was young, she had told Eric that her favorite thing was a small island by the seaside, and

when she grew up, if she had the chance, she would find a small island and spend her life

With the person she loved. It would be a wonderful thing.

At that time, she liked Eric very much and said it on purpose for him to hear. But he didn’t care, just

glanced at her and said that girls like them had nothing in their minds except love and romance, utterly

boring.

Eric didn’t understand love. He never understood, from pup period until now. Even if he said he loved

her, he treated her roughly,

completely unaware that this extreme love was a form of harm.

Through the sunlight streaming in through the window, Stella

looked up at Eric, who was holding her. If her parents hadn’t died,

and her aunt Karen hadn’t taken her to the Sinclair pack, she

wouldn’t have met someone like Eric in her life, and she wouldn’t

have embarked on such a desperate journey. But in life, there are

never any “ifs”…

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