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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Tara Summer, was this woman really so captivating? Had she completely ensnared Liam Yancey, a ruthless president who used to have no regard for women?!

"Liam Yancey, wait for me. One day, I will make you forget her, and only remember me!" Freya Locke readjusted her slipped nightgown strap and got out of bed to take a shower.

Just ten minutes after the woman went into the bathroom, Liam Yancey, who was on the big bed, woke up. He opened his eyes and stayed still for a few minutes, his gaze fixed on the exquisite ceiling.

He suddenly sat up, his head throbbing with severe pain, but he only slightly wrinkled his brows.

Liam Yancey's eyes still had a hint of bloodshot, his sharp gaze sweeping over the disheveled bed. The air was permeated with the woman's perfume, which made him frown in disgust.

He vaguely remembered the events of last night, bits and pieces came to mind, yet he distinctly remembered Freya Locke spiking his drink, and his handsome face instantly turned cold.

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