The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning (Madelyn) novel Chapter 425

Madelyn had underestimated just how heartless Zach could be. No matter how much she pleaded, he didn't let her go.

She was forced to put on those lingerie pieces, one after another. Her face showed no emotion as she sat on his lap while wearing the last set.

The thin fabric below was already soaked. Zach showed her his glistening fingers and caressed her breasts. "Want it? Beg me, and I'll give it to you."

Madelyn understood that, even if she didn't ask for it, there was no way for her to avoid what was coming today.

It had been over half an hour. She shivered, hugging herself tightly. Despite the closed windows, she felt cold, her lips pale.

Overwhelmed by his sexual desire for her, Zach rewarded her with orgasm after orgasm that shook her.

He then made her adjust her position by pinning her against the wall. Suddenly, she could feel a powerful presence between her thighs. As the final moments unfolded, Madelyn felt like she had reached the heights of pleasure.

As soon as Zach released his grip around Madelyn's waist, her legs went weak, and she almost collapsed onto the floor, her consciousness fading.

It was now three in the morning, and Zach had emerged from the bathroom. He buttoned up his shirt, still looking like the refined gentleman he was.

Gazing at Madelyn, who remained sprawled on the floor, he commanded, "Get up and get dressed!"

Seeing her motionless, Zach squinted as he felt something was wrong.

Madelyn then whimpered, "It hurts..."

Without hesitation, Zach quickly cleaned her up and wrapped her in a coat, then drove her to the hospital.

Madelyn regained consciousness with an IV drip in her hand, greeted by the familiar scent of disinfectant. She observed the white ceiling and recognized she was in the hospital.

Daylight already filled the room. Madelyn didn't know what had come over her, but she weakly sat up. "I have an exam today."

"It's just an exam. Plus, you're already late," Zach said as he placed a glass of water on her bedside.

"Late?" Madelyn looked at the clock on the wall. It was already nine o'clock. The exam time was eight-thirty. Her mind went blank, and her eyes blinked slowly.

Suddenly, she burst into laughter, almost as if she had gone mad. She grabbed her hair, trying to calm herself down, but no matter what, she couldn't regain her composure.

"Hahaha... it's truly amusing, Zach," she chuckled bitterly, her demeanor far from ordinary. Her eyes were bloodshot as she gestured toward the time displayed on the wall. "If my life is destined to be entangled in your vendetta, what's the use of attempting to change? What's the purpose of my existence? There isn't a soul in this world who cares for me. I can only rely on my own. I believed I had strived to alter everything, but now you've shattered my life once more!"