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**This book is a dark romance and contains abusive and mature content.**

In a world where power and passion collide, Lily Anderson finds herself entangled in a web of deceit and desire with Ethan Blackwood, a man of enigmatic charm and ruthless ambition. Their tumultuous relationship is a battleground of wills and wits, where Lily struggles to maintain her dignity and autonomy against Ethan's domineering control. As they navigate through a series of encounters that test the limits of trust and betrayal, a question lingers in the air: Can love flourish in the shadows of manipulation, or will it wither under the weight of dark intentions?

Throughout their journey, the dialogue between Lily and Ethan is peppered with moments of tension and revelation, offering a glimpse into the complex dynamics of their relationship:

"I'm not finished," Lily glared at him defiantly, reaching for another bottle from the ice bucket. With a resounding crash, Ethan upended the entire bucket, his eyes darkening with barely contained fury. "Get the hell out of here, all of you!" He snarled, his face contorted with rage. How dare they ogle his woman like that?

"You belong to me. Your body, your time, your very existence—all of it is mine to do with as I please," Ethan growled, his face mere inches from hers, asserting a claim that Lily vehemently resisted.

"I don't belong to anyone," she spat, her voice trembling. "Least of all a monster like you."

"You'll learn, Lily. One way or another, you'll learn your place," Ethan's lips curled into a cruel smile, promising a future of struggle and submission.

"I'll do anything you want," Lily whispered, her soul fracturing with each syllable, as she made a choice that would change her life forever.

"Because my name is Ethan Blackwood," he said, a statement that carried with it a weight of power and a promise of consequences yet to be seen.

30 Days of Passion and Revenge

Lily Anderson's body stiffened. Even without turning around, she could feel the murderous intent behind her.

Footsteps, lightly treading on the grass, she could sense him approaching her step by step, but her legs seemed nailed to the ground, unable to move.

She had been caught?! What to do? What to do?!

She saw the man who had just been entangled passionately in the sports car walking towards her step by step. He was at least 6'2" tall with a straight, long legs. His silver-gray shirt had half the buttons undone, exposing his muscular chest. An aura of undiminished lust surrounded him.

Looking at his face, he had perfect features, and bewitchingly deep eyes that shot out an oppressive coldness.

And just standing there casually, he exuded an overbearing aristocratic air.

This man... had a naturally domineering presence.

Coupled with the guilt of having taken illicit photos, Lily gasped. She subconsciously took a step back. "What do you want?"

The wariness in her tone made it seem like he was the one peeping and taking secret photos.

"Enjoying the candid shots?" The man walked towards her with a cold smile, like a fearsome cheetah. "Are you going to hand them over yourself, or should I search you?"

There was something inexplicably frightening about this man. Lily continued to back away, playing dumb. "I don't know what you're talking about..."

She was going to play dumb with him?

The man continued advancing on her, his whole body emanating an oppressive aura. His innate forcefulness made Lily more and more flustered.

"Stop! Stop right there or I'll scream assault!" Lily shouted in a moment of desperation.

The man actually stopped, looking at her in a leisurely manner as if he had heard an amusing joke. "Assault? I haven't done anything yet and you're crying assault. Then what should we call your extended voyeurism session - visual rape?"

Visual rape?! This man's choice of words was really...

"I don't know what you're talking about." Lily continued to play ignorant.

Did she want to keep up this dumb act with him to the end? She thought that by playing clueless in front of him, she could escape unscathed. Too naive.

She wore a sweater over a long, white dress that covered her slender body. She looked weak. Yet on that pure, innocent face was an inexplicable stubbornness.

Stubbornly... refusing to hand over the photos.

"If you don't hand over the photos immediately, I'll make sure you understand that this is the most erroneous decision of your life."

The man's voice was cold and filled with arrogant insolence. Lily's heart raced anxiously as she tried to figure a way out of this predicament she had landed herself in. Little did she know, the worst was yet to come...

Entangled Desires