Love Addiction: Doting On My Love

Chapter 21

Lucius did not give her the chance to fight back. He picked her up with ease, flipped her around, and

pinned her against the bed. The pain increased, and Violet could only clench the bedsheets in order to

reduce the

pain.

Meanwhile, Oliver remained smiling happily in the newspaper on the floor.

Would he help her if he knew that she was being mistreated?.

“Stop lying to yourself. He loves Emily and hates you. He would definitely want someone to torment

you like

Lucius is doing right now.”

Violet’s tears spilled down and made the bedsheets wet, but she bit down on her bottom lip and

refused to

make a sound or beg for mercy.

Her stubbornness only served to stir Lucius up. All he wanted to do was make her submit to him. A

battle of one trying to make the other submit and the other refusing to thus started, and it lasted for an

entire night.

When Lucius left, Violet felt like she had been run over by a truck. Even her breathing was really soft.

She kept her eyes opened while she cried soundlessly. Hickies and bruises marred her entire body. Not

a single inch of her was unblemished.

Lucius took a bath and got dressed. The cruel monster changed into a handsome and indifferent Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

monster. He radiated nonchalance while he buttoned up his cufflinks. Then, he left while stepping over

the newspaper.

Violet fell asleep.

She had a dream. In it, Oliver came to save her on a white horse. Delighted and upset, she hugged him

as she cried while he cradled her face and kissed her.

It was hard to believe, but, feeling touched, Violet lifted her head to kiss him. Oliver suddenly turned

into Lucius and pushed her down.

“Ah!”

Violet woke up with a cry. Her face was covered in sweat. She hugged herself in helplessness and

noticed that she was lying in his bed. The messy blankets reminded her of the humiliation and torment

she suffered yesterday, and she trembled.

If God would just give her a knife, she would plunge it into Lucius’s heart without hesitation.

She hated that man!

Violet had missed breakfast and lunch because she had been sleeping, so she forced herself to eat

something for dinner. Even so, she felt listless. The punishment that lasted for the entire night made

her feel even more lethargic than being sick for ten days straight. She returned to bed and fell asleep.

Violet jolted awake in the middle of the night and noticed that Lucius was asleep next to her. The dim

light

during the day. He was also not as imposing as before.

Violet got out of the bed and went over to him as she mulled over the possibility of killing him by

strangling.

Lucius was a vigilant man and woke up when Violet got out of bed. He opened his eyes when Violet

lifted the

chains. It shocked Violet so much that she trembled in fear, and her hands froze in the air.

“Thinking about killing me?”

He was always able to guess her thoughts. Perhaps it was due to the light, but he did not look as

ruthless and wild as usual. Even so, the disdain in his eyes was obvious. He was very clearly

questioning her ability to kill

him.

Violet did not even bother denying it.

“I thought you scoffed at the thought of even touching me. What’s the deal with yesterday, then?” Violet

would rather he use other methods to torture her instead of humiliating her like that.

“Do you still love me?” she asked, because she knew that he hated Agatha and wanted to make him

coil in

disgust.

“Are you finally admitting that you’re Agatha?” He sat up and grabbed her neck in one swift motion

before she

could react.

He did not use any strength, but the calluses on his fingers made Violet’s skin tingle with the tiniest

hints of pain. His touch brought the fear of death because she knew that he was merciless and could

kill a person

without batting an eyelid.

Her plan just backfired in her face, didn’t it?

Lucius tightened his grip around her neck and practically lifted her up. “This is another form of

punishment.”

He was arrogant and treated himself as someone superior to everyone else. As far as he was

concerned, he was God, while Violet was no better than dirt. He could do whatever he wanted to her.

All Violet could see in his eyes was her rigid figure.

Violet rose on her tip-toes and grabbed his hand to try and get him to loosen his grip so that she could

breathe, but his grip remained so tight that her eyes rolled back. Her chest screamed in pain from the

lack of

air.

When she thought she was going to die, he let go, and she fell on the floor with no strength left.

“Just how long… do you intend to punish me?” she asked. She was so upset that her voice became

choked up.

“Who knows? Perhaps for your entire life. Perhaps I’ll even continue punishing your corpse after you

die.”

He pressed his lips into a thin line, and his expression became dark.

Violet trembled.

Lucius was truly the embodiment of hell!

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No longer in the mood to talk to her, Lucius got into bed again. Meanwhile, Violet sat on the floor with

her fists clenched. In the end, she could only loosen them. No matter what, she could not win against

him. Butting heads with him only brought her misery.

She climbed back into her bed and forced herself to shut her eyes while tears rolled down her cheeks.