Ronan had no strength left, so he could only let Lyra kick his handsome face.
Having lived for more than twenty years, Ronan had never been humiliated like this before.
Anger churned in his chest, almost exploding.
Several times, he tried to use his hands to pull Lyra's foot down, only to be harshly kicked on the hand by her.
Lyra was simply addicted to kicking.
Kick to death, you shameless scumbag! Jerk!
Since their marriage seven years ago, she had always been in a disadvantaged position, always being abused by Ronan.
Now that she finally had the chance to abuse this big scumbag, how could she easily let go of the opportunity?
Lyra exerted all her strength, kicking and kicking Ronan's body, even her teddy bear slippers flew out.
Until her chest anger was vented almost, she stopped.
A bruise appeared on Ronan's left face, with a large imprint of the slipper.
His eyes seemed to spew fire, staring
She felt a jolt at her brow and instinctively exclaimed, "Oops!" Then she was dragged into the helicopter. A strong male scent overwhelmed her, trapping her like a net, with no escape. Lyra was utterly bewildered! Ronan's eyes were menacing, glaring coldly at the woman in his arms, his pupils shrinking gradually. Initially, he was indeed dizzy from alcohol and a head injury, weak and unable to resist. But Lyra's bea
Ronan squinted slightly. He could feel that she hadn't done anything in these five years, as tight as ever. "Take your filthy hands off me!" Lyra's face contorted in pain, shouting angrily. However, it did not affect Ronan. He gave her a cold glance, not even raising an eyebrow. No matter how hard she resisted, his hands seemed stuck to her body like glue. "You...!" Lyra had barely opened her mouth, giving Ronan the opportunity. He immediately kissed her forcefully. The taste was too wonderful, too enjoyable. He had endured for five years, waited for five years, all for this day? Lyra beneath him was simply too exquisite. She was as delightful as an overly sweet chocolate. Even if someone pointed a gun at him now, he wouldn't stop; he was willing to indulge completely. That urgency, that impatience, made all his blood rush to a certain place below, making him both anxious and sore
Ronan looked strangely at the woman beneath him, unable to snap out of it for a long time. His expression was filled with confusion as he incredulously said, "What trick are you playing now?" Lyra replied calmly as if she had accepted everything, "Nothing, just had a change of heart, no big deal, just consider it being bitten by a dog." She gritted her teeth inwardly, this despicable man, she would make him regret it! "If I were a dog, would you still want to have my puppies?" Ronan raised an eyebrow. If it were anyone else daring to insult him like this, they would have been thrown off the rooftop long ago. But when it was Lyra insulting him, he found it amusing. He even hoped she would talk more to him, no matter what she said, he was willing to listen. Even if she cursed at him, he would be happy. He had rolled around in the business world for many years and experienced countless people. With just one look at Lyra's expression, he k
Zane, the butler, sat on the ground, his eyes wide with disbelief. "Mi... Madame!" Oh my god, in broad daylight, this is like seeing a ghost! Zane had followed out of concern for Ronan, but he never expected to see the woman who had supposedly died five years ago as soon as he tried to open the rooftop door. He almost instantly recognized her. There was no mistaking it! With his eyes closed, Zane shouted, "Amitabha! Amitabha! Madame, I know you were wronged when you died five years ago. Every year during Qingming Festival, I burn paper money for you, hoping you'll ascend to heaven soon and not linger in the human realm..." As Zane spoke, he continued to chant with his hands clasped together, his face looking like he was about to kneel before Lyra! Lyra's mouth twitched. Well, wasn't this something? In the minds of others, she had died five years ago. So of course, they would mistake her for a ghost now.
When the guards saw her, they immediately stood at attention, ready for anything. Approaching her, one of the guards politely asked, "Madame, may I help you with something?" Lyra glanced around and pulled the door slightly closed to block the guard's view, preventing him from seeing inside. She smiled and said, "Well, you see, Ronan wants to eat breakfast, so I'm going out to buy him some. You stay here and make sure no one disturbs his rest." The guard hesitated; Zane had already told them. The woman in the master's hospital room was his wife, the legitimate mistress. Although they didn't understand what was going on, they knew too much about the grievances of the wealthy family was unnecessary. As long as they treated this mistress well! The guard nodded, "Which restaurant does the master want xiaolongbao from? I'll go buy it immediately." Lyra hurriedly said, "No need; only I know where that restaurant is."
Lyra was startled. She hadn't expected Ronan to lose control like this. He could kill someone like this! Though she hated him, she didn't want Matthew's father to go to prison. Just imagine, having a father who was a murderer. Matthew would never hold his head up high. The next moment, Lyra jumped up and rushed over to stand in front of the bodyguard. "Ronan, you can't do this to him!" Suddenly, Lyra remembered many years ago when Ronan inexplicably beat her, whipping her with a belt until she was covered in bruises. At that time, doctors came to treat her wounds and told her that Ronan had suffered trauma in his childhood. He had a condition called paranoid personality disorder. He was extremely irritable and prone to violent outbursts, which he couldn't control. Lyra couldn't bear to watch the bodyguard lose his life because of her! "You can't?" Ronan scoffed, his lips curling mockingly
"Are you satisfied? Can you remove the things now?" Ronan's voice was low. "You must promise to let him go and stop bothering him," Lyra demanded, pushing her luck. "You care about him?" Ronan's chest surged with an inexplicable annoyance as he looked at the bodyguard, finding him increasingly displeasing. Could he not compare to a mere bodyguard? He had already made up his mind to secretly dispose of this annoying bodyguard when Lyra wasn't paying attention! "Don't think I don't know what you're thinking!" Lyra said, kicking Ronan's knee without hesitation. Although it didn't hurt, it annoyed Ronan greatly. "You're planning to bother him later, aren't you?" Lyra said angrily. Ronan squinted slightly, surprised at how well this woman understood him. "Promise me right now that you'll never bother him again," Lyra demanded, kicking Ronan a few times for good measure, pushing her luck. Her actions drew gasp
Ronan's handsome face turned red from being choked, but he didn't stop violating Lyra. The kiss became increasingly wild, and his hands were too aggressive in exploring Lyra's body. Every touch sent shivers down Lyra's spine. The doctors, nurses, and bodyguards at the door all blushed and averted their eyes. Normally, it was best not to intervene in a couple's fight. But witnessing such an intense conflict between the two, they couldn't just leave. It was indeed awkward! Lyra's hands squeezed Ronan's neck tightly. This devil ruined everything for her, and she hated him to the core, wishing she could kill him with her own hands! Five years of suppressed hatred erupted in this moment. With red eyes and no thoughts in her mind, Lyra just wanted Ronan dead. If he died, everything would be better. She wouldn't have to live in fear anymore, and she could regain custody of Matthew. The m
“Mia, do you want to go camping with us?” Matthew looked at her expectantly.Lyra pursed her lips, unable to refuse him."Sure, I'll go with you," she agreed."Great, we can go camping!" Matthew cheered.Matthew was ecstatic, lying on Lyra's chest and refusing to get up.His little head kept rubbing against her, and his innocent and cute voice said, "Mia, I haven't taken a bath today..."Lyra's heart melted as she carried Matthew to the bathroom, helped him bathe, and even used cotton swabs and a nail file to clean his ears.Matthew comfortably lay on Lyra's lap, chubby hands poking at her soft chest, enjoying her help in cleaning his ears.Having a wife is nice!Unlike Dad, who doesn't have a wife and wears a constipated expression every day.Seeing his adorable face, Lyra couldn't help but kiss his cheek.The little guy blushed."Matthew, do you like your dad?" Lyra asked tentatively.She and Ronan were not possible anymore. In the future, she would have to fight for Matthew's custo
Today he has already taken her several times, and if he takes her again, he's afraid her body won't be able to handle it.Adjusting his breath, Ronan leaned against Lyra's ear, still panting slightly."The account for today's deeds is temporarily unpaid, but I'll collect it from you later."His cool lips left a mark, capturing her sweet scent, and his large hand uncontrollably climbed under the covers.This woman had a kind of irresistible charm.Even her breathing seemed to tempt him, turning him into a beast, always wanting to take action against her, completely out of control.Ronan had never experienced anything like this with any woman before.As the CEO of Zenith Ventures, Ronan was never short of women around him; to say beautiful women were abundant would be an understatement.Celebrities, aristocratic ladies, ladies from noble families...But none of them, like Lyra, could provoke his desires so easily.Five years ago, he knew that her body was made for him, perfectly fitting
He forcefully shut off the shower, while Lyra reached out to turn it back on.Ronan firmly grasped her hand, his anger on the brink of eruption, each word squeezed out through his teeth, "Lyra, you better not provoke me again!"Lyra slowly turned her head, glancing at Ronan.She stood there, motionless, like a statue, her eyes empty.After a while, Lyra blankly looked up and noticed that there was no more water coming out of the shower.She reached out, wanting to turn it back on.Ronan's voice was as cold as his expression, "If you don't stop, I'll immediately send the video to your lover!"At his words, Lyra's whole body tensed, halting her attempt to turn the switch."Come here!" Ronan ordered coldly.Lyra's body felt heavy as if it were filled with lead, she forced herself to walk towards Ronan.One step, two steps... she almost exhausted all her strength, finally reaching him."Think I'm dirty? Huh?" Ronan pinched her chin, his eyes wild.In the past five years, he hadn't touched
"If you don't comply..." Ronan's voice trailed off, deliberately leaving the threat unsaid, his intentions clear.Lyra's lips quivered fiercely in response.Ronan was satisfied with her reaction and spoke with a smirk, "It's no big deal to show him, anyway. You're my wife, we've rolled in the sheets countless times, he knows it all.""I promise you," Lyra gritted her teeth, "I promise you, but you can't let him see the video."Suddenly, Ronan felt as if something had lodged in his chest. Lyra cared about Torin so much!Despite having the upper hand, Ronan felt utterly shattered."Since you've promised, show me your sincerity, this time it's your initiative," Ronan's voice echoed seductively in her ears.Lyra's chest trembled as she looked at him incredulously.This beastly man, she wished she could just stab him to death!But she also knew she couldn't fight this man right now.He held her weakness in his hands.Lyra mockingly tugged at her lip, slowly moving her body.Her legs ached
She reached for the bedside table lamp, but her wrist was easily caught by him. He sneered, "Do you think I'll give you a chance to smash my head?" "Get out! Get out!" Lyra's eyes turned red as if she had gone mad. But her strength couldn't match Ronan's. He was like a spider in a web, trapping Lyra tightly, leaving her with no chance of escape. For the first time, Lyra felt the immense disparity in strength between a man and a woman. She was no match for Ronan at all. Gasping for air heavily, Lyra struggled to sit up again, but Ronan forcefully pressed her back down. Lyra's body was being torn apart incessantly, and she almost thought she would be tortured to death. Tears streamed uncontrollably down her face. After what seemed like an eternity, the brutal abuse finally ceased. Ronan lay atop her, his breath thick and heavy. Lyra lay there like a lifeless puppet, her eyes hollow with despair, tears lingering at the corners. Her body was covered in red marks, bearing the tr
!Lyra was stunned by his shameless words and promptly turned away, ignoring him. Ronan's cheek became thicker and thicker, and he seemed to have no shame. Even though Lyra ignored him, he didn't get angry, continuing to gaze at her. Feeling uncomfortable under his gaze, Lyra suddenly saw Matthew sitting up, rubbing his eyes, and jumping off the bed. Lyra quickly asked, "Matthew, what's wrong?" Still half-asleep, Matthew's tender voice murmured, "I need to pee." "I'll take you." Lyra, not knowing how to avoid Ronan, offered. With his eyes closed, Matthew replied with a sleepy "mm." Just as Lyra was about to take him to the bathroom, Ronan suddenly picked up their son, his deep, melodious voice saying, "I'll take him." As the father and son left, Lyra suddenly felt it was a perfect opportunity and quietly left the children's room, heading to her guest room. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Lyra felt extremely nervous, feeling that Ronan had malicious intentions. But now that s
Lyra turned her head and found Matthew already running into room 2016, her brow furrowed, and she hurriedly followed.In the room, Matthew climbed onto the bed, continuously pushing Ronan with his hands, shouting anxiously, "Daddy! Daddy!"Ronan lay on the bed dressed neatly, luckily they arrived in time; it seemed that Cordelia Locke hadn't succeeded.Matthew's pushing and shouting didn't elicit any response from Ronan, and he became increasingly worried, his little face scrunching up, on the verge of tears, as he cried out, "Mommy, mommy! Has daddy gone away?"Matthew's crying tugged at Lyra's heartstrings, her own heart pounding hard in her chest.Had Ronan...?She forced herself to calm down, walking over to Ronan's side and placing her hand gently on his attractive, steady nose.Thankfully!He was still breathing!It seemed he was just knocked unconscious.Lyra quickly took out her phone and dialed 911, simultaneously calling the hotel's room service to send someone over immediat
Even though Ronan was dressed neatly and lay quietly like a wooden man without giving any response, resembling a sleeping beauty.Cordelia Locke still couldn't resist his charm and excitedly straddled him, involuntarily moaning."Mmm... Ronan... so good..."Suddenly, someone outside the door started frantically ringing the doorbell.Cordelia Locke, who was immersed in excitement, was interrupted by the sudden ringing, making her very unhappy.Originally, she didn't want to pay attention and pretended there was no one in the room.But then she considered that if it was a room service attendant who saw no one inside, they might just swipe their card to enter.So she decided to send away the person outside first, and then come back to enjoy Ronan's body.The person outside suddenly changed tactics and began pounding on the door with their hands.Startled by the unexpected noise, Cordelia Locke hugged the towel around her and cautiously walked to the door, peering outside through the peep
Finally, the car arrived at the Grandeur Gala Hub clubhouse after twenty minutes. Lyra and Matthew approached the entrance but were stopped by a doorman. "I'm sorry, this is an exclusive private club. Only members are allowed inside," the doorman said, blocking their way. Lyra hurriedly explained, "We're here to find someone." "Even if you're looking for someone, you can't come in. Why don't you call your friend and have them come out to meet you?" the doorman refused to let them in. "What's a member?" Matthew asked, his little brows furrowing. The doorman glanced at him. Although he was just a child, his demeanor and attire were extraordinary, so the doorman politely replied: "A member is a VIP member who needs to pay an annual fee of one million." Lyra gasped, calculating the balance in her bank account. But no matter how she calculated, it was not enough. She hesitated, remembering that Torin had given her a card before, but she had never used it. Should she take it out n