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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862 Chs

562: Single till the end of life (3)

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This conversation plunged the room into utter silence. Liam Yancey's face darkened without uttering a word, his heart constricting rhythmically.

As he lowered his gaze, his trembling lashes betrayed his fluctuating emotions.

He ruthlessly snuffed out the cigarette in his hand, without uttering a word, he suddenly stood up and walked out.

"Young master…"

"Owl Eagle, you remember…" Walter Schmidt tried to stop him but was coldly interrupted by Liam Yancey. With his back facing them, his voice was gruff and low, as if he was forcibly suppressing his emotions. "Tara Summer and I... we can never be together!"

With these words, Liam Yancey strode out of the private room, his figure resolute in the distance.

Once he left, he walked fast. His heart started to hurt again. He craved to know how Tara had been doing.

In the past year, what had she been up to? Was she in good health? But he dared not ask for fear of losing control of his emotions.

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