Daddy! Mommy Is Pregnant Again

Chapter 75 Ivan's True Face

"What do I want to do?" Ivan smiled, "A man and a woman are in the same room! What else can I do?"

"You..." Violet's eyes widened in horror.

Ivan walked close to her.

She stepped back subconsciously.

When she retreated to the door, there was a door behind her, so she couldn't move back again.

She still turned around without giving up. She grasped the door handle and twisted it hard, trying to open the door.

But the result was exactly the same as Ivan said. The door was locked.

At this time, Ivan was almost in front of her. NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

Violet gritted her teeth, let go of the doorknob, and ran in the other direction. After getting away from him, she picked up a vase as a defensive gesture, "Don't come here! I will call the police if you come again!"

Ivan raised his eyebrows, "Okay, as long as you can make a call."

"What do you mean?" Violet felt bad.

Ivan said nothing. He just stood there watching her with interest.

Violet held the vase in her arms, flipped through her handbag with the other hand, and took out the phone.

Then, she saw that her phone had no signal.

"How could this be?" Violet said, her eyes filled with despair.

Ivan raised his hand and tucked the messy hair on his forehead back, "Because the signal was blocked by me in advance, besides, no one will knock on the door."

Hearing this, Violet squeezed the phone tightly, "This is the purpose of your inviting me to your birthday party!"

"Yeah." Ivan nodded, "I originally planned to find another reason to bring you here after I finished dancing, but I didn't expect Stanley to take Phoebe to intervene. Although it didn’t go on smoothly, fortunately, the result has not changed."

"Why?" Violet looked at him angrily, "What good is it for you to get me?"

The corner of Ivan's mouth raised, "The benefits are great! You should know the grievances between me and Stanley, right?"

Violet nodded.

During this time, she had learned from the employees of the Murphy Group that although he and Stanley were cousins, they were enemies.

Just because he was the eldest grandson of the Murphy family but did not inherit the Murphy group, he resented Stanley.

"But what does this have to do with me?" Violet asked loudly.

Ivan rubbed his chin, "Of course, you are Stanley's woman anyway. You gave birth to two children for him. If I get you and let your two children call me father, do you think Stanley will go crazy?"

Violet seemed to hear a big joke. She was so helpless, "So you did all this to me just to give Mr. Murphy a blow?"

"Yes, this reason is enough for me. You are really funny. It's not all fake that I said I like you, because you are beautiful!"

With that, Ivan suddenly stepped forward.

Violet yelled in fright, and directly smashed the cell phone and vase in her hand at him, but he avoided them one by one.

After the broken sound of the vase, Violet's wrist was grabbed by Ivan.

Immediately afterwards, he dragged her to the coffee table forcibly, and waved everything on the coffee table to the ground with the other hand.

Then Ivan threw Violet on the coffee table, leaned over and pressed her down, put her two hands over her head firmly.

"Let go of me!" Violet angrily struggled. Her legs kept moving, trying to kick Ivan off.

However, Ivan had expected it a long time ago. He bent a knee and hit her belly hard.

Violet cried out in pain, her face pale.

Ivan looked down at her with a wicked smile, "Baby, don't mess with me. I am not a gentleman."

Violet endured the colic in her stomach and half-squinted, staring at him resentfully.

Ivan frowned, then squeezed her face vigorously, and said grimly, "I don't like the look in your eyes, but it doesn't matter. You won't hate me later. I will let these beautiful eyes fill with tears!"

After speaking, he let go of her face and stroked her neck down. When he touched her neckline, he suddenly pulled her suit away, revealing the flesh-colored breast patch inside.

"Ivan!" Violet panicked, "If you dare to touch me, I will never let you go. I will send you to prison and let you stay there for the rest life!"

"Go to jail?" Ivan smiled, "Do you know what's above your head?"

Um?

Violet looked towards the ceiling subconsciously.

When she saw the camera on the ceiling, she felt so despair.

Ivan patted her face lightly, "Understood? The monitoring will record all the process of our sex. As long as you call the police afterwards, I will publish the video. Then everyone will appreciate your body. Even if your son is a hacker, it doesn't help."

"Asshole!" Violet yelled out of disintegration, "Bastard, Ivan, you bastard!"

Ivan smiled instead of being angry, "You are right! I am a bastard. As long as I can make Stanley upset, I can do everything. So you'd better obediently obey me. Be my woman and let you two children call me Dad. Then I will treat you well. What do you think?"

Violet's lips trembled. She didn't speak anymore. Tears came out from her eyes unconsciously.

"The way you cry is really beautiful!" Ivan dipped a drop of tears with his thumb and rubbed it. His eyes were full of excitement, and he couldn't wait to lower his head.

Just when he was about to kiss her in the eye, the door of the lounge suddenly slammed open.

Ivan raised his head quickly, looking sharply at the door. Seeing Stanley, the expression on his face became solemn.

Why was he here?

"Mr. Murphy, help me!" Violet also saw Stanley. As if she saw the hope, she asked Stanley for help.

Seeing her undressed, Stanley’s face changed drastically. His cold eyes revealed killing intent without any secret.

He strode to the coffee table, and punched Ivan in the face.

Ivan wailed and fell directly from Violet.

This was not over yet. Stanley kicked Ivan several times with no mercy.

Soon, Ivan lay on the ground, dying. He couldn't get up again.

Stanley let him go, felt relieved lightly, arranged the expression on his face, looked at Violet on the coffee table, and asked in a concerned tone, "Are you okay?"

Violet closed her suit, and replied with sobs, "I'm fine."

Stanley's tight face eased a lot. His voice was relieved, "Well."

Fortunately, he came in time.

Otherwise, she was already...

Thinking of this, Stanley felt as if his heart was pinched by someone. It was a little hurt.

"Mr. Murphy, take me away!" Violet grabbed the corner of Stanley's clothes. Her tear-stained face was full of begging.

She didn't want to stay here!

Everything here made her feel sick!

"Okay." Stanley supported her arm and helped her down from the coffee table.

But as soon as Violet's feet landed, she felt dizzy, and then she fainted.

When she woke up again, it was noon the next day.

Violet blinked, turning her head to look at the strange room, "Where is it..."

"My house!" Stanley sat on a chair next to the bed and softly replied, "You fainted at the time. I thought you drank something like roofie. My house is closest to the hotel and I have a family doctor, so I brought you here."