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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444: I'm sorry, I love you (17)

Tara Summer had her phone in hand, reaching out to Liam Yancey for the first time in many days.

The call connected surprisingly quick, the phone ringing only a few brief times.

"Tara?" A deep, magnetic voice emanated from the other end of the phone. The familiar voice instantly gripped her heart, leaving her gasping for breath.

"Don't you owe me an explanation?" Tara stood against the floor-to-ceiling window with the phone to her ear, her legs going weak the moment Liam called her by name. She nearly collapsed onto the floor.

She forced herself to stay supported, desperately trying to calm herself down.

A moment of silence ensued on the other end, faint sounds of an engine audible. Then, finally, Liam spoke, "I'll be there in ten minutes."

Before she could respond, the call was abruptly cut short.

Tara stood motionless, her phone still pressed to her ear. After standing there for a long while, she finally lowered her hand and walked towards the balcony.

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