Rebirth: A Second chance at life-Chapter 68: She was wrong!

***Trigger Warning:***** This Chapter contains themes of abuse, non-consensual situations, and psychological trauma. Reader discretion is strongly advised. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

Lily had hoped that after the phone call, the man would treat her with a semblance of respect, perhaps even as a guest in his twisted game.

But she was wrong—completely wrong.

Despite his earlier promise to refrain from touching a single strand of her hair, it quickly became clear that his interpretation of that vow was as flexible as his morals.

He kept his word in the most literal sense, leaving her hair untouched, but every other inch of her body became a canvas for his insatiable lust.

His eyes roamed over her, filled with a mix of desire and dominance, as if she were nothing more than an object to be possessed.

Calvert, reveling in his power, subjected her to a series of degrading encounters, his laughter echoing in the shadows as he commanded his other men to join in.

Each violation was recorded, a twisted trophy of his conquest, yet he refrained from inflicting physical torture or death.

No visible marks marred her skin, but the emotional scars ran deep. Bound and helpless, Lily endured the brutal onslaught, her dignity stripped away with each passing moment.

Once the proud madam of the Smith family, she had never known such humiliation.

The weight of her suffering pressed heavily upon her, a suffocating shroud that left her feeling utterly alone.

The thought of seeking revenge felt futile; who would believe her? What face would she have if the truth were to come to light?

The very idea of escalation filled her with dread, and her mind raced with the implications of her silence.

As the hours dragged on, Lily’s hatred for Aurora deepened, curling inside her like a poisonous vine.

Once, Aurora had been nothing more than a toy to her—a fragile, timid girl she could break at will. She had mocked her, hurt her, and dismissed her as worthless.

But now, here she was, stripped of her pride and dignity, because of that same girl. That bitch. Lily cursed under her breath, her fingers digging into her palms.

But her fury didn’t stop there.

It spread like wildfire, scorching everything in its path—especially Stephen. The man who once stood beside her, who once promised to protect the family name, had made choices that led her into this darkness.

In Lily’s eyes, he was no better than the monsters who kept her captive. A coward. A traitor. A man who turned away when she needed him the most..

When Lily descended the staircase, she appeared fragile, yet she managed to walk with a semblance of grace.

Her makeup was flawlessly applied, artfully concealing the turmoil that churned beneath her surface.

To the casual observer, there was nothing amiss in her demeanor, save for a slight hesitation in her step that hinted at the horrors she had endured.

Those who saw her might have assumed she was merely shaken by recent events, unaware of the storm brewing within her.

As she entered the room, her gaze fell upon Aurora, who sat paralyzed with fear, a victim of her own circumstances.

A wicked smirk curled at the corners of Lily’s lips, a reflection of the dark satisfaction that surged through her. The tables had turned, and now it was Aurora who was at the mercy of fate.

After enduring the unthinkable, Lily had learned to play the game, to manipulate the very forces that had sought to break her.

She approached Calvert, her voice low and sultry, a stark contrast to the chaos that had unfolded in her life.

"I’ve been a good girl, haven’t I?" she purred, her eyes glinting with malice. "I think it’s time you do me a favor."

Calvert raised an eyebrow, intrigued yet cautious.

He had witnessed the transformation in Lily, the way she had adapted to her circumstances, and he was both impressed and wary of her newfound resolve.

"I want you to mutilate that bitch," she continued, her voice dripping with venom as she gestured toward Aurora.

"Make her suffer as I have. And then, let her be defiled by a hundred different men. Upload the video for the world to see. Let everyone know what happens to those who cross me."

Calvert’s response was a dark chuckle, a sound that sent shivers down Lily’s spine. He didn’t immediately agree, but the glint in his eyes suggested he was entertained by her request.

He reveled in the chaos, the power he wielded over both women, and the prospect of further torment was tantalizing.

Lily’s heart raced as she watched him, a storm of anticipation and dread churning inside her. Her nails dug into her palms, trembling with rage.

Aurora... That girl—no, that wretched girl—she would never be forgiven. Lily let out a bitter laugh under her breath, the sound hollow and cruel.

What would her face look like, she thought darkly, if she ever found out what her precious daughter went through? That her body was used, her dignity shattered?

A twisted sense of satisfaction bloomed in her chest at the thought.

In that moment, a pact was silently forged between them, one that would unleash a torrent of darkness upon the unsuspecting world.

In the room, Veronica gasped the moment she saw Lily. "Mom!" she cried out, her voice cracking with emotion.

Without wasting a second, she rushed forward and threw herself into her mother’s arms, hugging her tightly.

"Mom, you’re here... finally! I’ve been so scared," she said, tears rolling down her cheeks. "I saved you, Mom... I finally saved you."

She trembled in her mother’s embrace, playing the perfect role of a frightened daughter desperate to protect the person she loved most.

Her eyes darted quickly toward Aurora, who was lying unconscious nearby, and then back to Lily.

"Look, Mom," she said softly, pulling back just a little to whisper. "Aurora is here too. She came for you. She risked everything."

Lily’s body tensed as she understood the hidden message slipped into Veronica’s hug—Act now.

Tears welled up in Lily’s eyes, and with a weak, trembling hand, she lifted her arm and lightly slapped Veronica on the shoulder.

"Ver... how dare you..." she whispered hoarsely, her voice barely above a breath. "How could you bring your sister here?

You should’ve never let her come. Even if I died in this place, I would never want my daughter to step foot here."

She cried, her voice raw and trembling with pain. "She shouldn’t have suffered for me..."

But even as she spoke those words, her eyes didn’t fully match the sorrow in her voice. They held something else—an act wrapped in hidden bitterness.

Veronica held her close again and cried louder, "I’m sorry, Mom... I didn’t know what else to do. I thought... I thought maybe if Aurora came, everything would be okay."

The scene was painted with sorrow and self-sacrifice, but beneath the surface, layers of lies quietly settled into place.