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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439: I'm sorry, I love you (12)

Tara Summer lifts her head, looking at the man's resolute jaw and the impassive handsome face. Her heart slowly sinks, her breath choked in her throat, and her chest feels as if it's about to explode.

"Liam Yancey, what the hell is wrong with you!?" Tara frowns, repeating this sentence many times, but she still doesn't get an answer, which makes her increasingly anxious, "If there's something wrong, tell me. Don't stay silent!"

She grabs his shirt sleeve, pulls it hard, her nails almost sinking into the flesh.

"It's okay, don't overthink it, you're not well, rest up." Liam's face is stern; he gently pats her cheek, and before she can react, he suddenly turns to leave.

Tara subconsciously grabs his shirt, her face already pale. She doesn't speak; there is only one thought in her mind:

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