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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Offend the Yancey Clan, and you shall have no place in Night City! ...

George Summer remained silent, sinking into boundless sorrow. Until now, he had been deceiving himself, unwilling to believe that Tara was already another man's wife. But today, hearing her words seemed to have plunged him into an abysmal chasm.

Her decisive demeanor left him thoroughly chilled to the bone, his whole body cold.

George Summer stared at the car, his gaze lingering even after it disappeared from sight—

Tara… Tara… his Tara…

After Owl Eagle drove out of the parking lot, he glanced at the back seat through the rearview mirror. Tara Summer was leaning against the backrest, silent.

She tilted her head, her eyes fixed on the window. The street lights outside reflected on her fair-skinned face, making it appear even paler.

"Young Madam, should we go to the hospital for a check-up?" Owl Eagle furrowed his brows, feeling concerned, afraid that she might be unwell.

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