too late for a second chance novel (Lila and Dorian)

"The basement..." Vivian struggled to speak, "Left side of the basement."

She realized that Kieran really wanted to kill her. As soon as she finished speaking, Kieran roughly shoved her away, a look of disgust flashing in his eyes. Killing her would certainly soil his hands.

She bent over, struggling to breathe. "You didn't alert anyone at the party... because you're afraid of others seeing Lila lose her reputation, right?"

Seeing him leave without a word, she mustered all her strength to shout, "Don't you care?"

However, he didn't turn back, leaving swiftly.

Lila had only taken a small sip of the wine. She thought that even if spiked, a small amount should last until Amelia returned, but she never expected that a little sip would make her feel dizzy.

She leaned on the table and tried to call for help, but she couldn't. Suddenly, she looked up and saw a figure before her. The shadows overlapped, but she could only make out the pair of eyes-those devilish eyes that had once haunted her dreams.

"You..."

Pierre looked down at her with an air of superiority, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He raised a hand and gently pinched her soft cheek, his smile widening in satisfaction.

"Mm. The sensation is even better than I imagined."

Lila felt disgusted, wanting to vomit, but she couldn't even do that. She couldn't even raise a hand to block his touch. Then, everything went black, and she collapsed to the floor.

When she regained consciousness, she was awoken by a burning sensation. The room was stark, with large white walls and no windows, resembling a basement. The harsh overhead light was blinding.

She squinted, trying to move, only to realize her hands and feet were bound.

"You're awake."

Pierre's cold voice echoed in her ears, sending chills down her spine. She looked up in panic, and his eyes; which were filled with desire were locked on her.

Her silk gown was half undone, revealing her smooth, fair skin, which glowed under the harsh light. It was like snow on a glacier-pure and beautiful.noveldrama

Pierre's shirt was unbuttoned, and

he smiled as his hand moved to

caress her soft, fair skin. It was

Soft

that he involuntarily let out a

sigh of admiration.

"I've been dreaming of you," he said as he lowered his head, his lips brushing against her neck.

The faint scent of jasmine almost drove him mad, his eyes growing darker and more intoxicated. His patience slipped, and Pierre roughly tore at her clothes.

"Lila, don't worry. I won't treat you poorly. You didn't want two million, so how about four? If that's not enough, one hundred million should do it."

He could barely control his breathing as he violently tore at her clothes. He felt himself growing hard, his eyes bloodshot.

Upon seeing his lecherous expression, Lila couldn't hold back and gagged, "Get off! Get away from me!"

He smirked, his hand touching her again as he spoke. "Stop pretending to be pure. You've been with Dorian for so many years.

"You've done it many times, right? You should know, the women who end up in my bed are hardly virgins Breathing heavily, he looked down at her smooth shoulder and kissed it.

"It's your blessing to be chosen by me. Lila, if you obediently stay with me for two months, I won't mistreat you."

His eyes were growing more and more bloodshot, and he was unable to hold back as he began undoing his belt.