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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081: Announcing the Cancellation of the Wedding (3)

"Tara...." There was joy and anticipation in George Summer's eyes as his arms involuntarily tightened around her.

"No more. Let me go." Tara pushed against his chest, unknowing that his familiar scent stirred her heart, yet she deeply resisted it.

She was a clean freak when it came to love. Since he had been with another woman, they could never be together again.

George did not let go, instead, he held her tighter, his eyes were filled with deep love and pain.

"Let me go!" Tara finally lost her rationality, she punched his chest, her watery eyes blazed, "Stop making me hate you, we can't be together in this life! I'm already someone else's, and you're getting married, why aren't we clear about this? George Summer...."

His name from her lips made him stiffen, he stared at her reddened eyes. His arm that was curled around her waist tightened and then one by one, his fingers relaxed. Eventually, he let her go.

Once free, Tara turned and ran, quickly dashing out the front door.

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