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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"Young Madam, are you okay?" Looking at her pale face, Owl Eagle broke out in a cold sweat, his hands trembling slightly.

He gently touched her temple, where the skin was already reddish. As a former special forces soldier, he knew how dangerous this area could be.

Fortunately, George Summer had accidentally struck her temple. Otherwise, a single punch could have been fatal!

"I'm fine..." As soon as his hand touched her, Tara flinched back in pain, avoiding his touch. Her face was even paler, "Don't touch, it hurts."

She gently held her temple, feeling her whole head swirling. She silently hoped she didn't have a concussion!

Thinking about this, she shook her head until it felt less dizzy before turning to look at George Summer.

"Tara, I'm sorry." George Summer stood frozen, a mix of self-reproach and regret on his face. The punch that had hurt Tara had also completely sobered him.

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