Elizabeth Bennets ears were filled with the howling wind, intermingled with the laughter and screams around her. She didnt know where she found the courage, but she opened her eyes and looked at Mr. Darcy. Time seemed to slow down, his handsome and cold face growing farther and blurrier with each passing moment.
In that instant, Elizabeth finally accepted the reality that Mr. Darcy harbored a deep-seated hatred for her!
Facing Mr. Darcys sudden reappearance after five years, the initial shock that gripped Elizabeth Bennet had transformed into sheer panic.
The room was adorned with childlike whimsy, with a pink princess bed where a little girl with natural curls slept soundly.
At that moment, Elizabeth was forced to kneel by the bedside, her hands twisted behind her back by Mr. Darcy, as she endured his vengeful torment, her face pale as death.
"Jane Eyre, youve been on the run for five years, and your illegitimate child has grown so big?" Speaking of this, Mr. Darcys anger intensified, and the force of his actions became more brutal with each passing moment.
The name "Jane Eyre" had not been uttered for a long time, for it was not her real name but the alias she used when she was sent undercover by Mr. Darcys side.
Elizabeth gritted her teeth and yanked her hand free, disregarding the pain of almost dislocating it, and reached for Lilys nose, feeling the weak breath and breathed a sigh of relief.
Her care for the child only served to make the man behind her more vicious, as if he wished to shatter her very being.
"Mr. Darcy, do not harm the child; she is yours..." Elizabeth trembled in pain, the taste of iron lingering on her lips.
Hearing this, Mr. Darcy stopped his actions, sneered in disdain, and said, "Are you trying to say she is my offspring?"
With a long arm, he lifted Lilys curly hair, his handsome face wearing a smile that didnt reach his eyes.
Elizabeth clutched the bedding tightly, "Her hair resembles me..."
Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in her scalp as Mr. Darcy grabbed her smooth, long hair, pulling it cruelly.
"Resemble you? Does it resemble your propensity for lies? Or the fact that your name is fake?" Mr. Darcys face came close, his warm breath feeling like a venomous snakes hiss, sending chills down her spine, "Elizabeth Bennet, I will not believe a single word from you!"
He had given her chances before.
Five years, every day and night, the corrosive hatred gnawed at his heart, leaving it full of holes!
Now, the Darcy family is not the same as it was five years ago; they have gone legitimate.
But Mr. Darcys temperament has become darker and more ruthless than five years ago.
"The moment you chose to betray me, there is no longer a Jane Eyre in this world. You are Elizabeth, my tool for venting anger."
And a substitute for Jane Eyre.
The pink canopy swayed back and forth, stirring up the darkness and pain in Elizabeths eyes.
Her body had long since become numb from pain, and she didnt know how much time had passed before she was discarded like a tattered doll to one side.
Elizabeth thought this cruel torture had finally ended, but a cold and familiar object clicked into place around her neck.
Elizabeths pupils contracted violently, her hands scratching at the black collar to no avail.
This type of collar has a special sensor that can only be removed when the wearer has no pulse.
The deliberately forgotten painful memories all came rushing back, and she hoarsely shouted, "No!", but she couldnt stop Mr. Darcy from taking out a small remote control, his eyes filled with coldness and malice, and pressing it gently—
A sharp tingling sensation spread from her neck throughout her body. Elizabeths body twitched, and her already pale face turned even more colorless.
Her heart was paralyzed for a moment and then began to beat more and more rapidly.
"Who was it that removed the collar for you last time?" Mr. Darcy squatted down, gently stroking the collar.
Being able to control Elizabeth again filled him with satisfaction.
Five years ago, before she escaped from him, she also had such a collar on her neck!
Elizabeth shook her head in agony; she could never betray the person who had helped her!
Mr. Darcy would never know the price she had paid to remove that collar!
"If I find out who it was, I will make them regret being born." Mr. Darcy looked down at the woman curled up on the floor, "Elizabeth, the punishment game resets."