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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627: Curse of the Family Marriage (8)

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"What is going on in that little head of yours?"

She's going to pay for the repair? What a thought!

He tapped her head lightly, a smile gracing his lips, his deep black eyes showing a hint of affection.

Seeing his smile, Tara Summer clung to his arm. Her petite body leaning against his arm, her face aglow with joy and coquettishly cheerful.

Liam Yancey raised an eyebrow, looked down at her slightly flushed face. The softness of her chest pressed against his arm, the unintentional rubbing set his eyes squinting, his gaze becoming increasingly heated.

"Don't provoke me," he whispered into her ear, his voice temptingly low.

"I didn't…" Tara Summer began to rebut, but the obvious desire in his eyes silenced her.

Her face turned beet red instantly. She quickly let go of his arm, and stepped back.

Liam Yancey glanced at her, smirked, and then instructed Henry Taylor to handle the accident. As for Owl Eagle, he didn't stir him up with any fault-finding comment.

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