30 Days of Passion and Revenge-Chapter 113: Love and Revenge Collide

"Ethan Blackwood! You can’t do this to me! How could you do this... I hate you! Ethan, I hate you!"

Pinned beneath that man, tears streamed from Lily’s eyes, her desperate cries filling the room.

Ethan stared coldly at the screen, his lips pressed tightly together, his fingers gripping the wine glass so hard it looked like it might shatter. In his bloodshot eyes, Lily’s despairing face reflected, and suddenly, tears welled up.

"Don’t cry, don’t cry, sweetheart. I’ll be gentle. On the screen, John, trying to soothe her, stood up and began unbuckling his pants.

Seeing this, Lily panicked and kicked out with all her strength.

"Ah—"

John screamed in agony, clutching his groin, his cries echoing through the room.

In the living room, the flashing light from the television illuminated Ethan’s face. Cipher, who had just refilled Ethan’s drink, glanced at his boss and was suddenly taken aback.

Mr. Blackwood... is crying?!

Ethan tilted his head back, downing the drink in one gulp, his eyes fixed on the screen.

Lily, not giving up, tried to escape toward the door, but John, despite the pain, managed to grab her again. He seized her by the hair and pushed her against the wall, cursing, "You little brat! You’d better behave! How dare you kick me!"

On the screen, blood immediately started running down Lily’s forehead.

On the sofa, Ethan squeezed the wine glass so hard that it snapped in two.

Lily bit her lip hard, pinned to the wall by John. Unable to move, she stopped resisting and closed her eyes in despair. She lifted her head and started repeatedly banging it against the wall as if trying to end it all.

Ethan stared unblinkingly at the TV, and a tear slid down his face...

Al alarmed by Lily’s actions, John quickly yanked her away from the wall and threw her onto the bed.

Lily lay there like a lifeless doll, unmoving, her eyes tightly shut as tears continued to fall.

"See? All you had to do was behave!" John grinned and resumed unbuckling his belt.

"Damn it!"

Ethan suddenly stood up, hurling the wine glass at the television with a sharp crash.

Cipher remained silent, watching as Ethan stormed toward the master bedroom.

"Bang—"

The door to the master bedroom was kicked open.

John jumped at the sound, his body about to climb onto Lily’s limp form. When he saw that it was Ethan, he grinned and said ingratiatingly, "Mr. Blackwood didn’t get enough from watching, huh? I can— Ah—"

Ethan punched him with all his strength, then grabbed him by the collar and pushed him brutally away from Lily.

Lily, lying on the bed, opened her eyes. Her vacant gaze was filled with coldness as she silently watched Ethan confront the man.

Blood from her forehead dripped onto her eyelashes, blurring her vision.

So he finally showed up?

Wasn’t he watching, wanting to see her be defiled by this disgusting man?

Was this all to satisfy his twisted need for revenge? So why barge in now? The scene isn’t even over yet...

"Blagh—"

John vomited, even spewing stomach acid, his face contorted in pain as Ethan’s force drove him back.

"Bastard!"

Ethan cursed, grabbing John by the collar and violently slamming him into the wall.

"Mercy! Mr. Blackwood, have mercy... Please, mercy..."

John, utterly clueless as to what was happening, screamed and begged for his life.

Ethan’s face was a mask of rage as he threw John to the floor and pinned him down, eliciting more cries of pain.

Lily sat up on the edge of the bed and stared at Ethan’s face, her tears falling again.

She never thought Ethan could become this terrifying.

That he would sink so low as to let another man try to harm her...

"Mr. Blackwood."

Cipher appeared at the door and respectfully called out.

Ethan’s grip on John tightened, his voice dark and cold. "Get him out of here and make sure he never returns."

"Yes, Mr. Blackwood."

Without expression, Cipher dragged the sobbing, pleading John out of the room.

The only ones left in the room were Ethan and Lily.

Ethan looked down at Lily, his gaze dark and stormy. Her forehead was covered in blood, mixing with her tears, making her look horrifyingly fragile.

His chest tightened with a sharp, stabbing pain.

His fists clenched at his sides. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

"You had cameras set up in here?" Lily asked coldly, standing up from the bed. Her vision was blurred as she stared at Ethan’s grim face, and tears fell freely. "Ethan, did you enjoy watching me suffer?"

As if he could ever enjoy seeing another man touch her.

"You brought this on yourself!" Ethan growled through gritted teeth, his face twisted with vengeful hatred. "Did you think of me when you climbed into Alex Carter’s bed? Did you remember that I am your man?!"

Was he really her man?

Was he?

Lily mimicked his earlier mocking tone, letting out a bitter, sarcastic laugh. "My man? Ethan, you’re not even a real man!"

She had nearly been harmed by that disgusting man.

And he had stood outside, watching it all happen...

He could punish her however he wanted—why did he have to do it this way?

She didn’t love him, and she never would. She would never fall for a man like him.

Lily, her body stiff, took slow steps toward the bathroom.

Not a man?

Ethan’s chest heaved with anger and jealousy, his breath coming in sharp, ragged bursts. Seeing her walk into the bathroom, he followed her, grabbing her and turning her to face him.

His tall frame loomed over her as the strong scent of alcohol hit her nose.

He’s been drinking?!

"Lily! I’m not a man? Then who is? Alex Carter?!" Ethan pressed his hands against the wall on either side of her head, glaring down at her, his voice ice-cold. "How many times have you slept with him?!"

Is that all he thinks about?

Lily lowered her eyes, unwilling to respond.

"Answer me!" Ethan roared, his eyes flashing dangerously.

The smell of alcohol engulfed her, and Lily flinched at his shout, her shoulders trembling. But she held her chin high, her voice cold. "What do you want to hear? How many times have I slept with Alex? Are you sure you want the answer?"

Her mocking tone ignited every ounce of jealousy and rage within Ethan, driving him to the brink. His hands grabbed her collar, his eyes filled with fury. "Lily! Did you really sleep with him?!"

Lily could barely breathe under his grip.

"Yes, I slept with him. Isn’t that what you wanted to hear? Are you satisfied now, Ethan?"

As soon as the words left her mouth, Ethan’s grip tightened, his voice filled with anguish. "How could you do this to me?!"

"You brought this on yourself!" Lily shouted back, tears streaming down her face. "You pushed me away, you hurt me, and you expected me to just take it?!"

Ethan’s body stiffened at her words, and his hands, gripping her collar, loosened.

Lily wiped her face with her hands, her eyes cold as she looked at him. She untied her bathrobe, letting it fall to the ground, revealing her bare body. And the bruises scattered across it.

Her body is fragile and vulnerable... Ethan’s gaze faltered.

"Ethan, isn’t this what you wanted? You love controlling women, don’t you?"

Lily’s voice was filled with bitterness, her eyes full of despair as she stood naked before him.

Yes, in her eyes, Ethan was nothing but a monster.

That’s why she had chosen Alex.

"Fine! I love controlling you! So what?" Ethan’s eyes burned with jealousy, his voice rough as he snarled, "Your first time—it was me, not Alex!"

"Bang—"

Ethan threw the showerhead aside and grabbed her, tearing off his belt, thrusting into her without any warning, without any foreplay, without any tenderness.

Lily bit her lip hard, refusing to make a sound.

Ethan’s violent, relentless thrusts pounded into her cold, trembling body. Lily clenched her fists in pain.

The tears fell uncontrollably.

How did things turn out like this...

Ethan dragged her back to the bed in the master bedroom, both of them dripping wet and sinking into the soft mattress. He continued his ruthless assault on her body, moving tirelessly...

Usually, he loved kissing her, but now, he wouldn’t even touch her lips.

It was as if she were the most disgusting thing to him...

Lily’s vision blurred as she stared at the ceiling, feeling as if she had returned to the first time she had met Ethan.

Back then, he had pinned her against a wire fence and taken her. To him, women were only helpful in satisfying his desires.

There had never been any emotion—just his body using hers.

Taking what he wanted from her...

Again and again, without caring about her pain, without caring about her unwillingness...

"When you stood at the Carter residence and said those things, I thought... you loved me." Lily suddenly choked out amid his brutal assault, her voice breaking.

The muscular body above her froze, stopping its movements.

"But now, I see I was wrong." Lily sobbed, her words barely coherent. "There’s no such thing as love like this."

"Love?!"

Ethan suddenly pulled out of her, grabbing her by the chin and lifting her up, his voice cold and cruel. "Lily, you don’t deserve to talk to me about love! Did you think about love when you climbed into Alex Carter’s bed?!"