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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's fingers traced the contours of the sketch, her mind a tempest of conflicting emotions. The tantalizing aroma of spicy buffalo wings and creamy lobster bisque lingered in the air, a stark reminder of Ethan Blackwood's unexpected culinary prowess.

"Did cooking for me mean he loved me deeply enough to do it himself?" Lily mused, her lips curling into a sardonic smile. "How utterly ridiculous."

"I also sketched for Nanny," Lily declared, her voice calm and detached as she hugged the drawing. She added in the recesses of her mind, "I'd love him only if I lost my sanity completely."

Ethan's expression darkened, his jaw clenching as he snatched the sketch back. "Sketched for Nanny?" he growled, stalking to the wall and jabbing the intercom with barely contained fury. "Nanny, tear up the sketch she gave you. Right now! Immediately!"

Sketch Tempest