novel_evaray

**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

The following days brought a relentless fever, leaving Lily weak and exhausted. Despite the illness, she longed for fresh air and ventured downstairs, where the maids cleaned.

"Miss Anderson!" Nanny exclaimed, rushing to assist her. "You should rest more upstairs; the air downstairs is dirty from the cleaning."

Lily found humor in the notion, considering the immaculate state of the Blackwood mansion. Yet, she suddenly hungered and requested food.

"Yes, I'll prepare something immediately," Nanny assured her before heading to the kitchen.

Lily stepped into the garden, a place she had yet to explore during her stay. The expansive lawn, the scent of flowers, and the tranquility of the space were a welcome change.

"Miss Anderson," a maid said, offering her a steaming cup of coffee. As she sipped the bitter yet fragrant brew, Lily reflected on her childhood with Alex, playing in the garden, the carefree laughter, and the protective gaze he always cast upon her.

Feverish Longing