My Husband Froze My Card on My Birthday novel Chapter 79

Chapter 16

The Carrington family’s basement was pitch–black, devoid of light. The only time it lit up was when the bodyguards

came in to check on the situation.

Lillian had only been locked in there for two days, yet her mental state was already on the brink of collapse.

Ethan’s footsteps echoed down the stairwell as he descended. Lillian huddled in the corner, trembling from head to toe.

Clack!

The door swung open.

Lillian looked up and met Ethan’s bloodshot eyes. Her body trembled even harder.

“W–What are you doing?!” she screamed in panic.

Ethan didn’t answer. Instead, he turned around and stepped aside as two bodyguards wheeled in a man–sized industrial

oven.

The moment she saw it, Lillian knew exactly what he planned to do.

As the oven was opened, the guards yanked her up and strapped her limbs tightly with rope.

The door slammed shut.

Scorching heat rushed out and engulfed her!

“Ah-!”

She let out a gut–wrenching scream. It felt like thousands of needles were stabbing into her skin. Sweat beaded up but evaporated the instant it emerged.

The suffocating heat made her feel like every inch of her flesh was being melted alive.

She slammed her fists against the oven door, desperately begging for mercy.

But Ethan stood there, unmoved, expressionless, listening to her screams as if they were background noise.

When the time was up, the guards pulled her out.

Her skin was red and blistered, bubbling in patches. As the guards handled her roughly, some of the delicate skin peeled

off entirely.

Before she could even catch her breath, a bucket of ice water was dumped over her.

The sudden temperature drop shocked her burned skin into deeper agony.

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This brutal cycle of alternating heat and cold repeated several times until she collapsed like a lifeless heap.

“Don’t let her die.”

That was all Ethan said, coldly, before walking away.

Over the next few days, Ethan subjected Lillian to every form of torture.

She was tied to a pillar and hit by a moving vehicle.

She was forced to crawl barefoot up the steps, each one scattered with shards of broken glass and rusted nails, begging

for Olivia’s forgiveness.

Every torment was a reenactment of Olivia’s pain.

After days of relentless suffering, the basement door finally opened again.

Lillian was taken to a hospital by the bodyguards. Just when she thought they were finally showing mercy, a group of

men walked in behind Ethan.

She immediately understood what was about to happen.

She thrashed and screamed, begging for mercy, but Ethan remained unmoved.

“Ethan, please, don’t do this! I’m begging you!”

But he showed no pity.

“Isn’t this exactly what you once arranged for Olivia?” he said calmly. “So what are you afraid of now?”

“These men… I picked them specifically. The exact same kind you chose for her. Don’t worry, this is just your lesson.”

His voice was calm, unnervingly gentle, but to Lillian, it was chilling, so cold it made her blood run ice.

This was a private hospital owned by the Carrington family. The entire wing was secured under Ethan’s control.

No matter how much she struggled, screamed, or begged, no help would come.

One of them clamped a hand over her mouth. They slapped her across the face, again and again, then roughly tore her clothes apart. Their movements were rough, violent.

When they were finally led away by the bodyguards, Lillian was left lying there like a discarded doll.

“Ethan…”

Barely clothed, Lillian suddenly called out to him..

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“You can torture me to death, but it won’t bring Olivia back. She’s gone. She’s never coming back

On the day of Olivia’s memorial, the Sinclair family held a private service at the old estate. Lillian was drazzed there

under guard, forced to beg for forgiveness before Olivia

Catherine wept uncontrollably as Victor held her upright. She clutched a framed photo of Olivia to her chest, griet

etched across every line of her face.

Sebastian stood silently to the side, his eyes bloodshot, grief boiling beneath his calm expression.

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