Revenge of the Hideous Lady (Xyla Quest)

Chapter 272

Tom felt clueless about what he should do. Recently, whenever his father saw him, he would only criticize him. His father would not agree with anything he did, which drove him mad. With so many things piled up in his mind, Tom urgently needed someone he could vent his frustrations on.

Xyla, who personally forced his sister into prison and was the suspect for the crime against his family, became Tom’s perfect target. As he recalled all the bad things that happened to him recently, he began tearing Xyla’s clothes apart like a mad person.

“Xyla Quest, even if I was wrong, you should not have treated me so cruelly. I have nothing left! Do you understand that? You have an evil heart. Have you ever thought how hard it was for me to continue loving you when you were as fat as a pig? The fact that I stayed with you for so long proves that I really tried my best. I didn’t have a choice. Whenever I saw your ugly face, I felt as if I was going mad. All you lost was a single kidney, but do you know what I lost? I lost everything that was beautiful to me in this world. Whenever I saw your face, I felt as if the world was no longer wonderful,” said Tom while he tore Xyla’s light blue jeans off. NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

By then, Tom had completely lost his mind. After keeping everything bottled up for so long, he was finally letting these words pour from his mouth. Those words were like knives being stabbed into Xyla’s chest.

A headache took over her overwhelmed mind. She was now being reminded of the hurtful, shameful, and hateful past. When Xyla looked at Tom’s ferocious face, and listened to those words that provoked her, she wished she could tear him into pieces.

But she could not. Xyla was not even capable of speech right now. Although she knew very well what was going to happen next, she could not do anything about it. The mirror above her head clearly showed her how helpless she looked.

Xyla wished someone would show up to rescue her. She did not want Tom to have sex with her. The idea itself repelled her. Even when Tom was tearing her clothes off, she felt nauseous, but she had no idea what she could do.

Soon enough, Tom removed her jeans and threw them on the ground. He then reached for her shirt and pulled at it with all his might.

Bitterness, hatred, fear, disgust, and various other emotions filled Xyla’s heart. These emotions were like claws that continuously swiped against her heart, mind, and soul. Despite these emotions reaching an all-time high, there was no way she could vent them out.

In the end, tears became her only form of release. They rolled down from the corner of her eyes while she cried out for help in her mind. But she knew very well that there was probably nobody coming to rescue her. Even so, she still hoped for a miracle to happen.

By now, Tom’s eyes had turned completely red. Tearing Xyla’s clothes apart like this was very satisfying for him. All the negative emotions he carried from what his father did to him were being vented out at this moment.

Bang!

Right then, someone suddenly kicked the door open. Due to the powerful kick, the solid, white, wooden door was knocked to the ground.

That sound gave Xyla hope once again. She immediately turned to look at the door and saw that a man had shown up with a group of men dressed in black.

Dressed in a black shirt and black pants, the man was standing at the front of the group. There was a coldness emanating from him that sent chills down one’s spine, almost as if he was the grim reaper from hell.

The bright lights in the walkway lit up his face and made him seem even colder.