Chapter 1305
Madeline Crawford and Jeremy Whitman
Madeline let Ryan throttle her as he wished as her gaze remained unfazed.
âKill me. I might as well die if I can never see Jeremy again. Thereâs no difference between the two anyway.â
She smiled bitterly. Ryan had already sanded her sharp edges away over the past few days, so she no longer had the strength to fight back.
Ryan could not bear to accept such words coming from Madeline at such a time.
âWhy must you force me, Eveline? Why do you have to force me?â A look so angry it seemed wretched and horrifying overtook Ryanâs handsomeâs features.
He pressed Madeline against the cold floorboards and pounced on her like an unrestrained tiger, ripping her clothes apart brutally.
âF*ck off!â Madeline resisted with all her might.
Yet Madelineâs hands were in a deadlock in Ryanâs hold and one of his hands was forcing Madelineâs head to meet his thin lips as he leaned down to kiss her.
Madeline turned her head to avoid it but was not completely successful.
Ryanâs lips touched her cheek. The warmth and soft contact seemed to have ignited the feelings Ryan had been suppressing over the years.
Desire filled his eyes, and at that moment, he fully believed that he had fallen for Eveline. He wanted to have her, not just to take revenge on Jeremy, but to satisfy the innate and true desire within him.
However, his touch had also triggered something within Madeline.
She bit Ryanâs arm and took the manâs dazed lapse as an opportunity to get up and run out of the storage room.
After two steps, she ended up stepping on the broken shards of the bowl she had thrown. As she was barefoot, the sharp pieces pierced into the bottom of her feet and made her shiver in pain.
Still, Madeline ignored the pain and continued to run through the broken pieces. The raging panic within her at that moment screamed, telling her to escape Ryanâs control and run as far as possible.
She had not even made it out of the storage room when she felt Ryan lifting her from behind.
âLet me go! You bstard!â Madeline yelled as she hammered her fists against Ryan as hard as she could. âYou crazy son of a btch! Let me go, you f*cking *sshole!â
Ryan remained impassive to Madelineâs hitting and scolding.
He carried her to the bedroom and threw her onto the bed to press her down.
Madeline pulled her feet in and pulled out a shard from the bottom of her feet through the pain. The moment Ryan pressed down over her, she placed the shard against Ryanâs neck.
Ryan felt a small stab of pain shoot up. He knew that the shard must have sliced the skin around his neck.
âDonât you dare, Ryan Jones.â Madelineâs gaze was determined. She appeared fully ready to kill him even if it was at the cost of her life.
Ryan had not expected Madeline to be so difficult. Her lively and beautiful eyes were red, emphasizing the hollow and pale complexion of her face.
He lifted his hand to take the shard from Madelineâs hand, but her grip was unrelenting. Even if it was at the cost of a bleeding palm, she refused to let go of it and kept it pressed against his neck.
âStay the f*ck away. I donât want to see you!â Physically, Madeline was in horrible condition, but that did not dilute the determination in her tone.
Ryan knitted his brows and dragged Madelineâs hand with brute force as his gaze sharpened.
âI told you that Iâll let you do what you want as long as you listen to me. Iâll even let your parents go back to Glendale, so why canât you just bow down to me? Youâre the one whoâs forcing me here, Eveline.â
âHah.â Madeline scoffed bitterly as a tear trickled from the corner of her eyes. âWill you actually let my parents go, Ryan? Who are you kidding here? Youâre just going to use them to control me again so that you can achieve whatever vile goal youâre aiming for!â
Ryanâs expression darkened. He seemed moments away from erupting in anger when he suddenly loosened his grip.
Madeline fell onto the bed limply. She pushed herself back to stare at the man sitting by the bed guardedly. She did not let go of the shard in her grip.
It was as if the shard was her life force and the only thing keeping her from bending under Ryanâs brutal behavior.