30 Days of Passion and Revenge-Chapter 311: Consumed by Fury

Lily didn’t dare to think about what had happened the night before. She stared at the white shirt sleeves draped over her trembling hands, her lips parting slightly. She wanted to cry, but the tears wouldn’t come—only a few hoarse, broken sounds escaped her throat.

"Bang—"

A deafening crash echoed from outside. The yacht rocked violently, followed by heavy footsteps pounding against the deck.

Lily scrambled to her feet and rushed to the door. When she pulled it open, she was met with a furious roar.

"Find him! Now!"

The voice thundered through the air, sending a chill down her spine.

She barely had time to react before she saw him.

Ethan stood at the bottom of the stairs, his entire frame taut with rage. The dim morning light shadowed his sharp features, and his dark hair was slightly disheveled. The black leather jacket he wore only made him seem leaner and more intense.

But the moment his eyes locked onto her, his fury froze.

Shock replaced the anger in his gaze.

Lily stood motionless, unable to breathe.

The early dawn cast a cold, misty glow over the water. The sea breeze was sharp against her skin, but she barely felt it.

She was still wearing Alex’s shirt—it was oversized and fell past her thighs like a dress. Beneath it, her bare legs were exposed, slender, and fragile in the morning light.

She had been with Alex.

Ethan’s silent stare burned into her, and shame crashed over her like a tidal wave.

She wanted to disappear. To vanish into the sea beneath them.

Ethan didn’t move. Didn’t speak. His expression remained frozen as if he couldn’t believe what he saw.

"Mr. Blackwood, there’s no one on the upper deck—"

Cipher came rushing down the steps, halting abruptly when he saw Lily standing in the doorway. His eyes widened in shock.

Had she really...?

Ethan lunged forward without warning, shoving Lily aside as he stormed into the room.

The moment he saw the scattered rose petals on the floor, something in him snapped.

With a sharp kick, he sent a nearby cabinet crashing to the ground, its contents spilling everywhere.

Lily stood outside, hearing the chaos unfolding within—the sound of breaking wood and objects smashing against the floor.

Her chest tightened painfully.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The violent crashes continued.

She clenched her lips together, refusing to let the sobs escape.

Cipher stepped forward and silently shrugged off his coat, offering it to her. His voice was subdued, tinged with sympathy.

"Here, Miss Anderson."

Her fingers trembled as she took it, draping it over her shoulders. Even with the coat, the chill seeped into her bones, numbing her from the inside out.

The tears burned at the corners of her eyes, but she wouldn’t let them fall.

"Bang—"

Another impact.

Then silence.

Ethan emerged from the room, his chest rising and falling with barely contained fury. His gaze flickered to Cipher beside her, his voice raw with rage.

"Why the hell are you standing here?! Go find Alex! The moment you do—kill him!"

His voice was hoarse, nearly unrecognizable.

Cipher snapped to attention. "Yes, Mr. Blackwood!" He turned and rushed off without hesitation.

Lily stood still, her head slightly bowed. She didn’t dare look at Ethan’s face.

But she could see his hands—clenched into fists at his sides, veins bulging beneath his skin.

She waited.

Waited for him to lash out. To yell at her. To call her a fool for trusting Alex.

She even braced herself for the sting of a slap.

Instead, Ethan just stood there.

Then, without a single word, he turned and walked away.

Lily’s breath hitched.

Instinctively, she reached out, her fingers brushing the edge of his leather jacket.

But he didn’t stop.

He didn’t turn back.

He climbed onto another yacht and disappeared into the misty horizon—never once looking at her.

Lily’s hand hung in the empty air, trembling.

What right did she have to hold onto him now?

She stared at the spot where he had stood, watching him fade from view.

Not once had he met her eyes.

Not once had he spoken to her.

It was her fault.

She had been foolish.

She had been blind.

Lily watched Ethan leap onto another yacht, his back rigid with fury. Never once did he turn to look at her.

She had been foolish. So, so silly.

The yacht carrying Ethan sped away, growing smaller and smaller until it became nothing more than a distant dot on the horizon.

"Miss Anderson, I’ll take you back to shore," one of Ethan’s men reported, steering the yacht toward land.

On the Yacht-

Cipher and several bodyguards huddled in a corner, their usual composure shattered.

"Bang—"

A vase shattered at their feet, scattering into countless shards.

They barely dared to breathe.

Ethan stood at the center of the room, his fury palpable, radiating off him like a storm ready to consume everything in its path.

A trembling technician knelt before him, shoulders shaking violently.

Ethan had been restless since receiving that call the night before. He had torn through his house in a blind rage, demanding Lily’s whereabouts. It wasn’t until two hours ago that this technician had finally tracked the call to a yacht.

By the time they arrived...

It was too late.

Ethan’s instincts had been terrifyingly accurate. One unanswered call, and he knew something was wrong.

"You took that long to find her?!" Ethan snarled before lashing out, his boot slamming into the man’s shoulder, sending him sprawling. Without hesitation, he grabbed the nearest telephone and hurled it at him.

The technician barely had time to shield himself as the object struck him, cutting his face. Blood dripped onto the floor.

"I’m sorry, Mr. Blackwood! I’m so sorry!" The man whimpered, his forehead pressed against the ground in terror.

Ethan’s fury didn’t wane. He kicked him again, his piercing gaze snapping toward Cipher and the other guards. They stiffened, fear draining the color from their faces.

"Throw him into the ocean. Feed him to the fish!" Ethan roared.

"Yes, sir!"

Cipher and another bodyguard grabbed the technician, dragging him toward the railing.

"Please, Mr. Blackwood! Spare me! I—I’ll do better—" His pleas turned into panicked screams, fear overwhelming him as his body went limp.

No one dared to intervene.

A moment later, his unconscious form plunged into the dark waters below.

"Splash—"

The sound of his body hitting the waves mingled with the ongoing destruction inside the yacht.

Ethan’s wrath wasn’t something that would subside quickly.

To see Lily... standing there... wearing Alex’s shirt, her bare legs exposed beneath the oversized fabric...

No man could accept that.

"Bang—"

Another crash echoed through the room. Ethan’s chest heaved, his breath ragged with unspent rage.

Alex Carter.

That bastard.

If he didn’t tear him apart limb by limb, he wasn’t Ethan Blackwood.

Cipher remained still, watching as Ethan continued his rampage. Even as his knuckles split open from smashing furniture, the fury in his eyes never dimmed. It only burned brighter.

The other bodyguards barely dared to breathe, afraid that the next order would send them overboard, too.

Then, Ethan’s voice cut through the chaos.

"Kill Bill Carter."

Cipher flinched.

Ethan’s voice was raw, filled with unrelenting venom.

He had thought keeping Bill Carter under his control would force Alex to behave.

But instead?

Alex had taken everything from him. He had taken Lily.

Cipher hesitated. "But George Johnson’s men are still looking for him. Bill Carter is an influential figure—if he dies without explanation, the government might intervene."

Ethan’s gaze snapped to him instantly, dark and lethal.

"You think you can question me?" His voice was dangerously low.

Before Cipher could react, Ethan grabbed his collar, yanking him forward.

"You think I need permission to kill a man?" His grip tightened, his rage boiling over.

He had done everything—made deals, sacrificed his future, even sold his son’s fate—only to end up like this.

And now, even Lily had been tainted by Alex’s hands.

And he wasn’t allowed to kill one man?

Cipher swallowed hard. "I—I’ll make the call. I’ll have it handled."

Ethan released him, his jaw clenched. "Forget it. I’ll take care of it myself."

They docked at a private estate. Ethan wasted no time.

The moment he stepped inside the dimly lit room, his presence was suffocating.

Bill Carter lay on the hospital bed, his once-powerful frame weakened by illness, his graying hair damp with sweat. An IV drip hung beside him.

Cipher dismissed the guards and doctor with a silent nod, then pulled out a handgun and offered it to Ethan.

"Mr. Blackwood."

Ethan didn’t hesitate.

He stepped forward, slow and deliberate.

Sensing the movement, Bill Carter turned his head, his gaze settling on the gun in Ethan’s hand.

He didn’t look surprised.

If anything, there was something almost... relieved in his smile.

"So, today’s the day?" His voice was quiet, resigned.

Ethan raised the gun, his cold eyes locking onto Bill’s. "Alex will be joining you soon."

Bill’s breath hitched. "You... you can’t touch my son—"

The moment the words left his mouth, Ethan pulled the trigger.

Bang.

Silence.

A suffocating, absolute silence.

Bill’s body slumped.

Ethan didn’t blink.

His hands didn’t tremble.

His gaze flickered to the bedside table.

A framed wedding photo sat there—Bill and Alice, smiling, frozen in time.

Blood splattered the glass, staining their faces.

Without hesitation, Ethan raised the gun again.

Bang.

The bullet tore through Alex’s face in the photograph, leaving nothing but a gaping hole.

The frame crashed to the floor, landing in a pool of blood.

Ethan tossed the gun to Cipher and turned on his heel, his face devoid of emotion.

"Mr. Blackwood," one of the bodyguards called as he approached. "We still haven’t found Alex. No record of him leaving the country, flights, or sightings..."

"Alex hasn’t returned home either. His wife claims she has no idea where he is."

"The Carter Group is in free fall. The entire company is on the verge of bankruptcy."

Ethan didn’t slow his pace.

His voice was cold, final.

"Then find him."