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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1208 Chs

Emily Stone, you are so beautiful (15)_1

He didn't speak, just walked towards her step by step, his footsteps solid and forceful.

As the man approached, Emily Stone's heartbeat quickened, and her instinctive reaction was to step back. After retreating a few steps, her back was against the wall. She turned her head and realized she was cornered with no further escape.

The man continued to advance and finally stopped in front of her, the two were only a meter apart.

Walter Schmidt looked down and swept a glance over her seductive black evening gown. The back was revealing enough, and now that he saw the front, his face grew even darker.

What on earth is this attire?! So revealing?!

His handsome face grew colder, and he raised his hand to directly remove the wig from her head, his tone icy, "Emily Stone, you don't suit this kind of dress!"

"Wha... What?" Emily Stone's mind buzzed, unable to think straight. She stared at the man's chilling face, somewhat dazed.

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