I ONLY WANT YOU

"Yasmine, you bitch. Go to hell!"

On the big bed, the man had a face of fury, his black eyes burned with hatred. The veins of his forehead and arms protruded as he twisted the woman's thin neck.

The woman was still half asleep, but she could feel that something was wrong. She couldn't breathe!

Yasmine Bennet opened her eyes greatly, still dizzy by sleep. She felt a pair of hands on her neck, suffocating her. She was confused and consumed by fear and panic.

When her lungs began to run out of air, her survival instinct manifested itself. She grabbed her aggressor's hands, trying to get rid of them.

But the man was not moving. Instead, he intensified the catch, an action that congested Yasmine's face and blurred her vision.

Bam!

The door opened and the butler rushed in. His face turned pale when he saw the spectacle he witnessed, but he hardly hesitated. He rushed to the bed and grabbed the man's arm screaming! "Mr. Wayne!  Mr. Wayne! Please let her go! You are killing her!"

"She deserves to die!" The man had a disequilated look and sputum came out of his mouth at the same time as his words.

The butler knew that he could not physically stop the man, so he knelt near the bed and began begging him for Yasmine's life. "Mr.

Wayne, please! If you kill her, your grandmother will not rest in peace!"

"Grandmother?"

Hearing the butler's words, Eric Wayne slightly relaxed his grip. Yasmine took the opportunity to escape his grip and crawl away. With her back against the headboard, she wrapped herself in a ball, looking at Eric with big frightened eyes.

The butler saw in Eric's change of attitude a sign that he had to continue pushing. "Mr. Wayne, be patient! Today, your divorce will be finalized. You will never see her again! Save her life for the sake of her mother. Her mother who saved your grandmother's life, do you remember? Please calm down!"

Eric seemed to understand the words of his butler. He got out of bed, put on his pajamas in silence. When he had finished, he turned around and spoke, in a voice cold as ice.

"I will tell Robert to send you the divorce papers. Sign them and then get out. I never want to see your face again."

With a last look filled with hatred, he left the room, followed by the butler.

The door slammed behind him, the sound hurting Yasmine's ears. She covered herself with the bed blankets, still in shock. Her face was deadly pale, her heart was pounding.

She lowered her head and checked her body. She was completely naked and dark bruises stained her otherwise impeccable skin.

The adrenaline that flowed through her veins had alleviated the pain until now. But when the worst had passed, Yasmine felt that her whole body was in pain.She was in pain everywhere.

Yasmine couldn't find women's clothes in the wardrobe. There were only men's shirts and black suits in the wardrobe.

She grabbed a shirt and suit pants and put them on. The pants were ridiculously big for her, she was dragging them on the floor.

In addition to the pain she has already felt, she could feel a terrible headache coming. Moaning, she went to the sofa and sat down. She tilted her head bitterly and closed her eye, invaded by foreign memories.

A few moments later, she opened her eyes again. These memories belonged to the former owner of this body, the woman named Yasmine. After calmly putting things to the right point in her mind, she finally came to two conclusions.

She reincarnated, from Helen Davis to Yasmine Bennet.

The person who reincarnated in this body, was a girl who was cowardly, madly in love with Eric. Her mother had fallen ill and had been dead for a while and her father was a lamentable garbage.

Someone knocked on the door.

The sound took Yasmine out of her thoughts. A cold voice came from the other side of the door. "Can I come in? "