9.9 Billion Bride

He is the emperor of the dark night—cruel and indifferent, rejecting the warmth of women's affection. He ensnared her, viewing her as the antidote to the love poison that coursed through him, instantly addicted, and henceforth, forever beyond redemption. "The women who have glimpsed my body have only one destiny," he declared, donning a refined silver-black mask, his smile sly. "Yet, I find your scent intriguing. You may choose the manner of your demise." Their first encounter saw him pinning her to the carpet. Though commonplace advances typically involved various kisses, he surprised her by biting her neck. The perplexing question lingered: Why was he, not a vampire, drinking her blood?! Upon their second meeting, she fell prey to his bodyguard's abduction, brought before him. As she teetered on the brink of total consumption, a mysterious factor within her body was triggered...

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053: Ask from me - it depends on your performance (7)

If she could not bear to watch the Summer Clan go bankrupt, what difference did it make to become his woman? Besides, in this whole wide world, there was no one else she wanted to marry.

Not even one!

Anesthetized by the hollow pain in her chest, she felt weak at the knees. Tara Summer bent her knees and knelt down heavily, truly, deeply.

"I beg you..." she said, her head bowed. As she thought about the events of last night, tears welled up in her eyes. "Please... spare the Summer Clan!"

She suddenly lay down on the ground, not wanting anyone to see her vulnerability. Struggling not to cry out loud, she bit her lip fiercely and dug her hands forcefully into the grassy earth.

Was she crying?

Liam Yancey's dark eyes slowly narrowed, flashing subtly with surprise. It seemed he hadn't anticipated she would really kneel.

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