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

Lila's hands and feet were bound, and her gaze was fixed on the blinding white light above her. Her eyes trembled slightly.

Even if she were to die, she could never allow herself to be defiled by such a scum. The heat that had once tormented her slowly faded as her consciousness returned.

"Lila, don't act so humiliated." Pierre's voice was filled with excitement. "I can make you happier than Dorian or even Kieran."

A lustful smile spread across his face. "This is my first time serving a woman, so you should feel honored."noveldrama

Just as he had unbuckled his belt and his laughter hung in the air, the basement door was suddenly slammed open.

Pierre's face instantly turned cold. "Who the hell-"

Before he could finish, he was stopped mid-sentence. The desire on his face had not yet faded when he was punched in the stomach, and a loud cry escaped his lips. He hunched over, clutching his abdomen, half-kneeling on the floor.

Kieran had put all his strength into that punch. The woman on the bed looked like a wilted rose, her once fair and beautiful skin marked with clear red imprints from where she had been touched.

Despite the weather not being particularly cold, she was shaking uncontrollably.

Kieran quickly took off his coat and draped it over her disheveled body.

The coat's warmth settled on her skin, and the familiar scent of musk calmed her tense nerves, causing her to burst into uncontrollable tears.

Cole swiftly loosened the bindings on her hands and feet.

"Lila..." Kieran gazed at her red, swollen eyes, and stiff posture, unsure whether to touch her.

It was his fault. He knew she was terrified of Pierre, yet he still forced her to attend the party. He could have dealt with this threat directly.

Why did he make her learn to fend for herself? What was the point of all his efforts over the years if he couldn't protect her?

Occasionally showing weakness wasn't a crime, was it? If he couldn't shield her, everything he had done until now would be meaningless.

His fingertips trembled as he bent down and picked her up. "Don't be afraid, Lila."

Lila leaned into his embrace, still trembling slightly. His heart ached so much that it felt like he could hardly breathe.

He glanced down at Pierre, who was struggling to rise in agony, his face contorted with pain. His expression hardened, and his eyes were cold with murderous intent.

He kicked Pierre again, sending him flying a foot away before crashing against the wall with a loud thud, Kieran then walked over, stepping on his hand with deliberate force.

The room was filled with the sound of Pierre's screams.

The person in his arms shuddered slightly, and Kieran tightened his hold on her.

Looking down at Pierre, he spat, "You touched someone you shouldn't have, so there's no reason for these hands to stay intact."

With a forceful stomp, the sound of bones cracking resounded through the room.

Upon hearing the commotion, Martin rushed in and froze when he saw the scene. He quickly shouted for help.

"Mr. Morgan, please show mercy!" As a seasoned manipulator, he had already understood the situation, especially after Vivian had spoken to him earlier.

He knew Pierre had a reputation for constantly changing women, but he never expected Pierre to have the audacity to touch Kieran's woman.

If it were any other grandson, he

would have let Kieran kill him. But Pierre was his handpicked

successor. He couldnt fet a woman ruin his years of effort.

"Mr. Morgan, there must be some misunderstanding. Pierre would never be so reckless."

Kieran felt Lila's grip on his hand tighten as soon as he spoke. He gently reassured her, "Don't worry. I know everything."

His voice was deep and soothing, like a melody, calming the tension in her body.

His gaze turned frosty as he looked at Martin. Beneath his cold exterior, a dark current surged, carrying a faint air of menace.

"If you want to spare his worthless life, kneel outside Evergreen Heights tonight. If Lila forgives him, we can discuss it."