My Ex-Husband Begged Me to Take Him Back - Chapter 224

Chapter 224: This is exactly what I need.

Chapter 224: This is exactly what I need.

Ava’s struggles grew frantic with each passing second.

Her body was alive with panic, every muscle straining.

Her hands clawed at his face and arms, her legs kicking, but nothing she did seemed to have any effect.

He was like stone, impervious to her struggles.

Her blouse tore with a brutal jerk.

The revulsion in her gut rose like bile as the man lowered his head to kiss her.

She shot her hands up, pushing against his face with every ounce of strength she could muster.

Her defiance irked him, and he lost his patience.

He slapped her with the back of his hand.

The force of the blow sent her reeling, her body crashing hard to the floor.

A sharp gasp escaped her lips, pain radiating through her head.

The other man stood nearby, filming the entire ordeal with a sickening smile on his face, as though he was enjoying the scene.

Ava scrambled to pull her shredded dress up, instinctively trying to cover herself, but the man was relentless.

He loomed over her, his breath hot and foul, his hands grabbing her face with a cruel grip.

“Stop struggling,” he spat.

“You can’t escape tonight.” Ava, desperate to escape, kicked him on the knee before he could finish his sentence.

The impact made him stumble unceremoniously, heightening his fury.

“Bitch, I’ll kill you.” His fingers clasped around her throat tightly, blocking her air passage.

Ava’s eyes widened, her world narrowing to the crushing grip around her neck.

The man’s fingers were like iron, squeezing the life out of her with each passing second.

Her hands scrambled at his wrist, desperate, but it was no use.

The pressure was suffocating, and she could feel the last of her strength slipping away.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she fought for air, the darkness closing in.

Just as she thought she would die, the door slammed open with a deafening crash.

The sound jolted through the air, snapping both of the men out of their focus.

Ava’s blurry vision shifted to the doorway, her body trembling as she caught sight of Dylan.

A flicker of hope ignited within her.

“Dylan,” she managed to whisper the name.

Dylan’s movement was quick and fatal.

The moment his eyes locked on the man filming, a surge of anger and protectiveness overtook him.

In a blink, he lunged, grabbing the man’s neck and slamming his head against the corner of the sink counter in one violent motion.

Blood instantly poured from the man’s forehead, staining the floor.

The phone slipped from his fingers, clattering to the ground.

But Dylan didn’t stop there.

His rage was far from satisfied.

With a growl, he brought the man’s head down again, smashing it into the counter with brutal force, knocking him unconscious.

The second attacker, who was still holding Ava down, looked on in surprise.

His resolve faltered momentarily under Dylan’s rage.

Dylan looked like a man possessed, his eyes wild in rage.

His presence surged through the room like a storm.

The man instantly released Ava when Dylan’s sharp gaze fell on him.

He fumbled for a knife at his back, pulling it out in a desperate move to protect himself.

But before he could react, Dylan kicked his hand, knocking the knife down.

Dylan surged forward and slammed his fist into the man’s stomach with bone-crushing force.

“Ugh,” the thug groaned, clutching his stomach.

The blow knocked the air out of his lungs.

Just as he was struggling to inhale, Dylan delivered a crushing uppercut to his jaw, snapping his head back.

In a fluid motion, Dylan elbowed him in the neck, sending a shock of pain through his body.

His vision blurred, his head spinning.

The next thing he knew, he was on the floor, his face pressed against the cold tiles.

Dylan wasn’t holding back now-his fists pummeled into the man’s face, relentless, one blow after another, with a vicious intensity.

His body twitched under the force of the strikes.

His resistance faded soon.

The darkness consumed him completely, and he fell still.

Dylan stood over him, his breath ragged, his fists bloodied and clenched.

But the moment his gaze turned toward Ava, everything else seemed to blur into the background.

She was crumpled in the corner, her body curled in on itself, her hands desperately clutching the remains of her torn dress, trying to shield herself from the world.

Her cheek was swollen, and blood stains were visible in the corners of her lips.

The sight of her like this tore at his heart.

He rushed to her side, crouching down to meet her.

His hand gently brushed over her swollen cheek.

Ava’s eyes were distant, the shock still fresh on her face.

“That man€¦” “You are safe now.

I’m here.” He removed his suit jacket and draped it over her, covering her exposed skin.

“Let’s get out of here first.” He scooped her up in his arms and carried her out.

Erica stood frozen in place as she watched Dylan carry Ava out of the hotel, her stomach dropping like a stone.

The sight of them together sent a wave of panic crashing through her.

She hadn’t expected Dylan to be here, and the thought of him discovering her involvement made her blood run cold.

“No, no, he can’t find out.

He shouldn’t.” Her heart pounded as she hurried into the restroom.

When she entered the room, the sight before her made her stop dead in her tracks.

The two men lay on the floor, unconscious and bloodied.

Dylan had beaten these men into pulp.

She gasped and jumped back frantically.

‘Did they expose my name?’ a voice whispered in her head.

The idea of her secret slipping out made her feel like the walls were closing in on her.

A shiver ran down her spine, and she cursed under her breath.

“Useless.

How could they fail so miserably?

It was just a woman.” The rage bubbled up inside her, and she kicked one of them hard.

“Wake up,” she hissed.

But there was no movement.

She opened the faucet, splashing water across their faces.

“Wake up, fools.” Both men groaned, their bodies wracked with pain.

Slowly, their eyes fluttered open, and they blinked, only to meet Erica’s burning gaze.

“Get out of here right away,” Erica growled.

“Or else, Dylan’s men will be here soon.” The two men, eyes wide with fear and confusion, scrambled to their feet, not daring to protest.

Without another word, they bolted out the door.

“Shit.” Erica stood there, her fists clenched at her sides.

She knew Dylan would do anything to find those men.

“Once he gets them, he would make them confess.

I need to do something.” In the meantime, her eyes then drifted to the phone lying on the floor, the screen cracked and shattered from its fall.

“Whose phone is this?” she wondered aloud.

She took a step toward it, kneeling to pick it up.

“This isn’t Dylan’s phone.” She swiped across the screen, and the phone unlocked effortlessly, without a password.

Her gaze flicked down to the screen as a notification popped up-a recently recorded video.

Erica’s fingers hovered for a moment before she tapped on it, curiosity and anticipation taking over.

The video loaded, and she froze for a second.

The man in the video was ripping Ava’s clothes, his hands rough and violent as he pinned her against the wall.

Erica’s lips curled into a smile of satisfaction, watching the humiliating scene play out.

“They didn’t fail me completely.” A triumphant smile appeared on her lips.

“This is exactly what I need.

I’ll keep this video safe with me and use it when the time comes.”