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Yes | 2025-01-30 18:45 | active | 2371 | 0 | ๐Attention! Do not read in public๏ผ๐ | As the daughter of Alpha, I was tortured since I was 6 years old, and more tragically, I was forced to marry the demon Alpha who killed his 9 ex-girlfriends... Neah "Where is she?" I hear the Beta scream. I groan and rise to my feet, grabbing the cleaning basket before heading over. The moment Beta Kyle sees me, he strides towards me and his hand slices against my cheek. I don't make a sound. Years of experience has taught me to keep my mouth shut at all times. "Alpha Trey and I are expecting company and you still have not cleaned the office." Beta Kyle spits at me. I nod my head and my hand tightens on the cleaning basket. If only I could find the courage to swing it at his head, it would make my day. But I didn't need another week locked up with no food. My stomach already hurt enough. "We are trying to make a good impression on Alpha Dane. Don't you understand how important it is for us to join ourselves with his pack?!" I don't answer, It's a trap, a ploy to provoke me into saying something that would justify punishment. I keep my eyes lowered, avoiding his gaze. Alpha Dane, I had only ever heard rumours about him. He was a ruthless man, a Wolf feared by others. He didn't mess around and he had the largest pack. "He is the Alpha of Black Shadow, the biggest pack in the world, we need him!" We had never been attacked and we had never attacked anyone, so why did we need another pack to help us? He grabs my shoulders, his nails digging into my skin as he turns me around and kicks me into the office. "Useless Wolf." He mutters as he moves away. Quietly closing the door, I lean against it, observing the already clean office. It looked perfectly fine for a meeting with this so-called powerful Alpha. Closing my eyes, I slide down to the floor. I hated this house. I thought that when I turned eighteen, I could finally escape, but four years later, here I still am, a slave in my own home. Doing all the dirty tasks for my brother, Alpha Trey and the pack. While my ex mate, Beta Kyle waltzes around reminding me of how worthless I am. Someone clears their throat and I freeze, I thought I was alone. Leaning forward, I see a handsome man sitting in a chair, just around the corner. A foot propped up on his knee as he nurses a glass of alcohol. His short hair is dark and his eyes are a deep crimson colour, that don't quite look right. They suddenly shift to me and I throw myself back against the door as my heart pounded. "Is this the way you greet all Alphas?" His deep voice rumbles through the room, there was an edge of amusement to his tone. "I'm sorry." I whisper, getting to my feet. "I...I thought I was alone." I had no idea who he was but I could feel the power radiating off of him, even without my Wolf. "Come forward." He orders and I already feel a lump forming in my throat. Alpha Trey wil kill me. I step around the corner, doing as I'm told, allowing him to see me properly. I close my eyes, expecting the worst. "You smell funny. Yet you are a Wolf, correct?" I nod, though I couldn't tell how he was going to react. Most laughed when they found out about me. "I would prefer it if you spoke to me." He growls, "I'm not in the mood to play games." "Yes." I whisper. I couldn't help but think of all the punishments I was going to have to endure. A whipping maybe? Starvation for another week? "Why do you smell strange? And how is it possible for you to not know I was in the room? You should have scented me." "I..." I hated the question. "You should open your eyes when you are talking to someone. It's rude to not look at them. Has your Alpha not taught you anything?" His deep voice sends a shiver through me. Slowly, I open my eyes and lower them, there was no way I was making eye contact."My Wolf abilities were bound," I mutter. Twice, I wanted to add. Twice my abilities were bound. But he probably wasn't interested in that part. He leans forward, I could feel him staring at me, "Why would someone do that?" If this is the Alpha that my brother is supposed to be meeting with, I knew I could screw everything up for him by saying too much. "It was a punishment." I whisper. It wasn't far from the entire truth. There's a twitch in his cheek. Was he angry to hear of such a punishment? Or maybe, just like the others, he was amused by it. I couldn't tell. The door swings open and my brother screeches at me "Neah, what are you doing in my office?" He turns to the crimson eyed man. "I am so sorry that my sister is bothering you, Alpha Dane." Crap, it's him. My brother spins around, hand poised to hit me. I close my eyes, bracing myself, ready to feel the burn. "I wouldn't do that if I were you."Peeking through slits, I see Alpha Dane has risen to his feet, his hand coiled around my brother's wrist. He is taller than my brother, more muscly too. "Neah," My name rolls off of his tongue, "was kindly showing me to your office, Alpha Trey, as you failed to meet me at the front of your house like I requested." What? I had no idea what he was talking about. And he had no reason to lie for me. My brother glares at me, clenching his jaw tight. "Go and get Beta Kyle." Alpha Trey seethes. "Tell him our guest is here." I nod my head and hurry from the room, the last thing I wanted was to be caught between bickering men. "Beta Kyle," I whisper as I enter the dining hall. He instantly glares at me with his dark eyes. I had spoken without being spoken to. "Alpha Trey is in the office with Alpha Dane. I was sent to inform you." He slams the newspaper down on the table and glares at me as he walks by. "You're lucky that the Alpha sent you to get me, otherwise you wouldn't see sunlight for a few days." Pausing behind me, he yanks my head back, locking his fingers in my hair, leaning in close to me, I feel his hot breath on my skin. He doesn't speak, it was just his way of proving that he could do what he wants when he wants. I try to keep myself busy so I can stay as far away from the office as possible. My peace doesn't last long when I hear my brother calling out to me. Quietly, I pad towards the office and plaster a smile on my face as I open the door. "Neah, go get the champagne and some glasses, we are celebrating." I bow my head and hurry to the drinks cabinet. Quickly finding what my brother has asked for. As I re-enter the office, I can feel Alpha Dane watching my every move, even the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. No one ever watches me this closely. "Neah is your sister, correct?" Alpha Dane questions my brother. "She is." Alpha Trey mutters with disgust. He looks away from me to focus on the man asking questions. "Why do you treat her like trash?" Straight to the point, my brother wouldn't like that. He only liked sharing information on his terms. No one had spoken to my brother about his treatment of me because everyone took great joy in beating me. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't move but I knew I had to get out of there. If this deal goes to pot because of me, then that would be my fault too. "Neah was responsible for our parents' death." Alpha Trey spits I closed my eyes, battling back the tears that were threatening to break free. "Responsible how?" Alpha Dane's voice rumbles through me. He was definitely angry. "She served them Wolfsbane." Don't make a sound. Don't make a sound. I knew Alpha Dane was studying me. They all did, no one could ever quite believe how someone could do something so disgusting as poisoning their own parents. I stood there, with my head hanging low, wishing for the ground to open up and suck me in. There are movements around me. He was standing directly in front of me. With a rough finger he tilts my face up towards his, forcing me to look at him. "You poisoned your parents?" "I was six." I splutter. "I just made them lemonade." My voice comes out all squeaky as I try to defend myself. I could barely remember my parents, but I could remember all the guilt I had been made to feel since that day. His crimson eyes flash to my brothers. "Hardly seems fair to blame a six year old." "A six year old should know the difference between plants." Alpha Trey snaps "Sounds to me like she was set up." Alpha Dane shrugs his shoulders, letting go of me. "You weren't there, Alpha Dane." My brother muttered through gritted teeth as his eyes narrowed to slits. "I didn't ask you here to talk about my slave!" Alpha Dane grabs his leather jacket from the chair. Unlike other Alpha's he seemed to dress more casually. A simple black tee and jeans covered his huge frame. And unlike other Alpha's, his arms are bare of tattoos, not a single bit of ink poked out anywhere. "You're right and now I have a few things to mull over." "I thought we agreed." My brother exclaims "Nothing has been signed. Now I will show myself out." The moment he is out of the office, both my brother and Beta Kyle round on me. "What the heck did you say to him?" My brother demands, slamming a hand into my stomach. "N...nothing. Well, he just asked me why I smelled funny." "Did you tell him?" Beta Kyle demands. He was practically spitting in my face. I hated him. I hated him so much that I had vowed to one day get my revenge and rip his stomach out through his mouth. "WELL?" My brother yells when I don't immediately respond and smacks me across the side of the head. My head involuntarily moves up and down. "But I didn't say it was you." I tried to sound strong and confident but it just comes out as a whisper. My brother's hand locks into my black hair as he yanks my head back, sending a shooting pain through my skull. "If you have ruined this, you won't see daylight again." He drags me by my hair from the office and down the hallway towards the basement door. "Pleaseโฆ." I beg. "He was an AlphaโฆIโฆ I had to answer him." My cheeks burn with my tears as he flings the door open. On the other side of the door is Alpha Dane. He is leaning against the wall with his arms folded, staring out at us. My brother's hand falls from my hair, relieving the pressure on the back of my skull... "Alpha Dane, I thought you had left." Alpha Trey murmurs angrily. "I said I would show myself out. I thought I had found the door, but instead I find a basement, riddled in your sister's strange scent. Is this how you treat your family?" "As I said," my brother holds his ground, "She is responsible for the death of my parents, so yes, this is what she deserves." "You should keep your nose out of other packs' business!" Beta Kyle adds. Alpha Dane laughs. "If I agree to this deal, everything about your business becomes my business. So tell me, what would your punishment be for her? No food, locked away for a week, beatings?" Both Alpha Trey and Beta Kyle hold their tongues. There was no reason for him to defend me and yet he was. I was a nobody, no one special. Just who everyone called a traitor. Only instead of being given a death sentence, my brother had decided to make me spend my life suffering. I see those crimson eyes land on my swollen face. "I have a proposition for you, Alpha Trey." Alpha Dane speaks up again. "We have already agreed on terms." "Well, I'm adding one. And if you don't agree, you will not get my help. Instead, you will become my enemy. And we both know, you don't want that." "I take it that your new terms have something to do with her?" Alpha Trey mutters through clenched teeth. "You would be correct. Let me take her away to my pack and then you, Trey will have a deal." Me? Why would he want me? As my brother and his Beta discuss me, Alpha Dane is still studying me. His look made me nervous. What could someone like him possibly want with me? "Deal." Alpha Trey sticks out his hand for Alpha Dane to shake. He doesn't take it, instead his crimson eyes shift from me to my brother. "I will have paperwork drawn up and will return tomorrow." He reaches a hand out and cups my face, "Ensure you have everything packed." He drags his thumb across my bottom lip and strides to the opposite end of the hallway and straight to the front door. He knew exactly where the front door was, so what was he up to? He pauses at the door. "If I find out any one of you has laid a hand on her. The contract will be the last thing you need to worry about." He struts out, slamming the door behind him. After Dane leaves, my brother grabs me by the collar. "You think you're going to have a good life if you follow Alpha Dane out of here? Don't be naive!" He continues in a vicious voice. 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No | 2025-01-30 18:45 | active | 2371 | 0 | ๐Attention! Do not read in public๏ผ๐ | As the daughter of Alpha, I was tortured since I was 6 years old, and more tragically, I was forced to marry the demon Alpha who killed his 9 ex-girlfriends... Neah "Where is she?" I hear the Beta scream. I groan and rise to my feet, grabbing the cleaning basket before heading over. The moment Beta Kyle sees me, he strides towards me and his hand slices against my cheek. I don't make a sound. Years of experience has taught me to keep my mouth shut at all times. "Alpha Trey and I are expecting company and you still have not cleaned the office." Beta Kyle spits at me. I nod my head and my hand tightens on the cleaning basket. If only I could find the courage to swing it at his head, it would make my day. But I didn't need another week locked up with no food. My stomach already hurt enough. "We are trying to make a good impression on Alpha Dane. Don't you understand how important it is for us to join ourselves with his pack?!" I don't answer, It's a trap, a ploy to provoke me into saying something that would justify punishment. I keep my eyes lowered, avoiding his gaze. Alpha Dane, I had only ever heard rumours about him. He was a ruthless man, a Wolf feared by others. He didn't mess around and he had the largest pack. "He is the Alpha of Black Shadow, the biggest pack in the world, we need him!" We had never been attacked and we had never attacked anyone, so why did we need another pack to help us? He grabs my shoulders, his nails digging into my skin as he turns me around and kicks me into the office. "Useless Wolf." He mutters as he moves away. Quietly closing the door, I lean against it, observing the already clean office. It looked perfectly fine for a meeting with this so-called powerful Alpha. Closing my eyes, I slide down to the floor. I hated this house. I thought that when I turned eighteen, I could finally escape, but four years later, here I still am, a slave in my own home. Doing all the dirty tasks for my brother, Alpha Trey and the pack. While my ex mate, Beta Kyle waltzes around reminding me of how worthless I am. Someone clears their throat and I freeze, I thought I was alone. Leaning forward, I see a handsome man sitting in a chair, just around the corner. A foot propped up on his knee as he nurses a glass of alcohol. His short hair is dark and his eyes are a deep crimson colour, that don't quite look right. They suddenly shift to me and I throw myself back against the door as my heart pounded. "Is this the way you greet all Alphas?" His deep voice rumbles through the room, there was an edge of amusement to his tone. "I'm sorry." I whisper, getting to my feet. "I...I thought I was alone." I had no idea who he was but I could feel the power radiating off of him, even without my Wolf. "Come forward." He orders and I already feel a lump forming in my throat. Alpha Trey wil kill me. I step around the corner, doing as I'm told, allowing him to see me properly. I close my eyes, expecting the worst. "You smell funny. Yet you are a Wolf, correct?" I nod, though I couldn't tell how he was going to react. Most laughed when they found out about me. "I would prefer it if you spoke to me." He growls, "I'm not in the mood to play games." "Yes." I whisper. I couldn't help but think of all the punishments I was going to have to endure. A whipping maybe? Starvation for another week? "Why do you smell strange? And how is it possible for you to not know I was in the room? You should have scented me." "I..." I hated the question. "You should open your eyes when you are talking to someone. It's rude to not look at them. Has your Alpha not taught you anything?" His deep voice sends a shiver through me. Slowly, I open my eyes and lower them, there was no way I was making eye contact."My Wolf abilities were bound," I mutter. Twice, I wanted to add. Twice my abilities were bound. But he probably wasn't interested in that part. He leans forward, I could feel him staring at me, "Why would someone do that?" If this is the Alpha that my brother is supposed to be meeting with, I knew I could screw everything up for him by saying too much. "It was a punishment." I whisper. It wasn't far from the entire truth. There's a twitch in his cheek. Was he angry to hear of such a punishment? Or maybe, just like the others, he was amused by it. I couldn't tell. The door swings open and my brother screeches at me "Neah, what are you doing in my office?" He turns to the crimson eyed man. "I am so sorry that my sister is bothering you, Alpha Dane." Crap, it's him. My brother spins around, hand poised to hit me. I close my eyes, bracing myself, ready to feel the burn. "I wouldn't do that if I were you."Peeking through slits, I see Alpha Dane has risen to his feet, his hand coiled around my brother's wrist. He is taller than my brother, more muscly too. "Neah," My name rolls off of his tongue, "was kindly showing me to your office, Alpha Trey, as you failed to meet me at the front of your house like I requested." What? I had no idea what he was talking about. And he had no reason to lie for me. My brother glares at me, clenching his jaw tight. "Go and get Beta Kyle." Alpha Trey seethes. "Tell him our guest is here." I nod my head and hurry from the room, the last thing I wanted was to be caught between bickering men. "Beta Kyle," I whisper as I enter the dining hall. He instantly glares at me with his dark eyes. I had spoken without being spoken to. "Alpha Trey is in the office with Alpha Dane. I was sent to inform you." He slams the newspaper down on the table and glares at me as he walks by. "You're lucky that the Alpha sent you to get me, otherwise you wouldn't see sunlight for a few days." Pausing behind me, he yanks my head back, locking his fingers in my hair, leaning in close to me, I feel his hot breath on my skin. He doesn't speak, it was just his way of proving that he could do what he wants when he wants. I try to keep myself busy so I can stay as far away from the office as possible. My peace doesn't last long when I hear my brother calling out to me. Quietly, I pad towards the office and plaster a smile on my face as I open the door. "Neah, go get the champagne and some glasses, we are celebrating." I bow my head and hurry to the drinks cabinet. Quickly finding what my brother has asked for. As I re-enter the office, I can feel Alpha Dane watching my every move, even the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. No one ever watches me this closely. "Neah is your sister, correct?" Alpha Dane questions my brother. "She is." Alpha Trey mutters with disgust. He looks away from me to focus on the man asking questions. "Why do you treat her like trash?" Straight to the point, my brother wouldn't like that. He only liked sharing information on his terms. No one had spoken to my brother about his treatment of me because everyone took great joy in beating me. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't move but I knew I had to get out of there. If this deal goes to pot because of me, then that would be my fault too. "Neah was responsible for our parents' death." Alpha Trey spits I closed my eyes, battling back the tears that were threatening to break free. "Responsible how?" Alpha Dane's voice rumbles through me. He was definitely angry. "She served them Wolfsbane." Don't make a sound. Don't make a sound. I knew Alpha Dane was studying me. They all did, no one could ever quite believe how someone could do something so disgusting as poisoning their own parents. I stood there, with my head hanging low, wishing for the ground to open up and suck me in. There are movements around me. He was standing directly in front of me. With a rough finger he tilts my face up towards his, forcing me to look at him. "You poisoned your parents?" "I was six." I splutter. "I just made them lemonade." My voice comes out all squeaky as I try to defend myself. I could barely remember my parents, but I could remember all the guilt I had been made to feel since that day. His crimson eyes flash to my brothers. "Hardly seems fair to blame a six year old." "A six year old should know the difference between plants." Alpha Trey snaps "Sounds to me like she was set up." Alpha Dane shrugs his shoulders, letting go of me. "You weren't there, Alpha Dane." My brother muttered through gritted teeth as his eyes narrowed to slits. "I didn't ask you here to talk about my slave!" Alpha Dane grabs his leather jacket from the chair. Unlike other Alpha's he seemed to dress more casually. A simple black tee and jeans covered his huge frame. And unlike other Alpha's, his arms are bare of tattoos, not a single bit of ink poked out anywhere. "You're right and now I have a few things to mull over." "I thought we agreed." My brother exclaims "Nothing has been signed. Now I will show myself out." The moment he is out of the office, both my brother and Beta Kyle round on me. "What the heck did you say to him?" My brother demands, slamming a hand into my stomach. "N...nothing. Well, he just asked me why I smelled funny." "Did you tell him?" Beta Kyle demands. He was practically spitting in my face. I hated him. I hated him so much that I had vowed to one day get my revenge and rip his stomach out through his mouth. "WELL?" My brother yells when I don't immediately respond and smacks me across the side of the head. My head involuntarily moves up and down. "But I didn't say it was you." I tried to sound strong and confident but it just comes out as a whisper. My brother's hand locks into my black hair as he yanks my head back, sending a shooting pain through my skull. "If you have ruined this, you won't see daylight again." He drags me by my hair from the office and down the hallway towards the basement door. "Pleaseโฆ." I beg. "He was an AlphaโฆIโฆ I had to answer him." My cheeks burn with my tears as he flings the door open. On the other side of the door is Alpha Dane. He is leaning against the wall with his arms folded, staring out at us. My brother's hand falls from my hair, relieving the pressure on the back of my skull... "Alpha Dane, I thought you had left." Alpha Trey murmurs angrily. "I said I would show myself out. I thought I had found the door, but instead I find a basement, riddled in your sister's strange scent. Is this how you treat your family?" "As I said," my brother holds his ground, "She is responsible for the death of my parents, so yes, this is what she deserves." "You should keep your nose out of other packs' business!" Beta Kyle adds. Alpha Dane laughs. "If I agree to this deal, everything about your business becomes my business. So tell me, what would your punishment be for her? No food, locked away for a week, beatings?" Both Alpha Trey and Beta Kyle hold their tongues. There was no reason for him to defend me and yet he was. I was a nobody, no one special. Just who everyone called a traitor. Only instead of being given a death sentence, my brother had decided to make me spend my life suffering. I see those crimson eyes land on my swollen face. "I have a proposition for you, Alpha Trey." Alpha Dane speaks up again. "We have already agreed on terms." "Well, I'm adding one. And if you don't agree, you will not get my help. Instead, you will become my enemy. And we both know, you don't want that." "I take it that your new terms have something to do with her?" Alpha Trey mutters through clenched teeth. "You would be correct. Let me take her away to my pack and then you, Trey will have a deal." Me? Why would he want me? As my brother and his Beta discuss me, Alpha Dane is still studying me. His look made me nervous. What could someone like him possibly want with me? "Deal." Alpha Trey sticks out his hand for Alpha Dane to shake. He doesn't take it, instead his crimson eyes shift from me to my brother. "I will have paperwork drawn up and will return tomorrow." He reaches a hand out and cups my face, "Ensure you have everything packed." He drags his thumb across my bottom lip and strides to the opposite end of the hallway and straight to the front door. He knew exactly where the front door was, so what was he up to? He pauses at the door. "If I find out any one of you has laid a hand on her. The contract will be the last thing you need to worry about." He struts out, slamming the door behind him. After Dane leaves, my brother grabs me by the collar. "You think you're going to have a good life if you follow Alpha Dane out of here? Don't be naive!" He continues in a vicious voice. 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ใใใใฏใชใใฏใใฆ็กๆใงใ่ชญใฟใใ ใใ๏ผ | ้ซๆฉๅชๅญใๆซๆ็ใจ่จบๆญใใใใใฎๆฅใๅคซใฎไฝ่คๅณปไปใฏใๅๆใฎ็ธๆใฎๅญไพใฎไธ่ฉฑใใใฆใใใ ... ็ ้ขใงใไธญๆๆ ๆใๆธใ้กใง่จใฃใใใๅชๅญใใใๆ่กใๆๅใใใฐใ็ๅญ็ใฏ15%ใใ30%ใซใชใใใ ๅชๅญใฏใใฐใใฎใฒใใ็ดฐใๆใงใใ ใฃใจๆกใใใใ้ใใใๅฐใใช้กใซๆทฑใ้ฐใใๆตฎใในใฆใใใ ใๅ ่ผฉใใใๆ่กใๅใใชใใใฐใใฉใฎใใใ็ใใใใใฎ๏ผใ ใๅๅนดใใ1ๅนดใใใใใ ๅชๅญใฏๅใใใ ใฃใจๅใฟใใใใใฃใจ่จ่ใๅใๅบใใใใๅ ่ผฉใใใฎใใจใฏ็งๅฏใซใใฆใกใใใ ใใๅฎถๆใๅฟ้ ใใใใใชใใฎใใ ้ซๆฉๅฎถใฏใใงใซ็ ด็ฃใใฆใใใๅชๅญใฏ็ถ่ฆชใฎๅป็่ฒปใๅทฅ้ขใใใ ใใงใ็ฒพไธๆฏใ ใฃใใ ๆ ๆใฏ่ซฆใใใใใซ่จใฃใใใๅฃๅคใใชใใใใงใใ็ตๅฉใใฆใใใจ่ใใใๆฆ้ฃใใโโใ ใใ็ถใใใฎใใจใฏใ้กใใญใใใ่กใใชใใจใใๅชๅญใฏๅคซใฎ่ฉฑ้กใ้ฟใใใใใซใๆฉใ ใซใใฎๅ ดใ็ซใกๅปใฃใใ ็ถ่ฆชใฎๆฒป็ใๅงใพใฃใฆใใใฎ2ๅนด้ใๅคซใงใใไฝ่คๅณปไปใฏไธๅบฆใๅงฟใ่ฆใใใใจใใชใใฃใใๅฝผๅฅณใๅใใฆ้่กไบบใซ็ ้ขใธ้ใฐใใๆใงใใใใ ใ ใใคใฆใฏๅฝผใๅชๅญใๅคงๅใซใใฆใใใใ ใใๅๆใฎ็ธๆใงใใๆพๆฌ้็พใๅฆๅจ ใใ็ถๆ ใงๅธฐๅฝใใฆใใใใในใฆใๅคใใฃใใ ๅชๅญใใใคใฆๅฆๅจ ใใฆใใใใจใใใฃใใใใๆฅใๆนใงๆพๆฌ้็พใจใจใใซ่ฝๆฐดใใๆใๅฟ ๆญปใซใใใใชใใใๅฝผใ้็พใซๅใใฃใฆๆณณใใงใใๅงฟใ่ฆใใ ๅพใ้็พใฏ็กไบใซๅญใฉใใ็ฃใใ ใใงใๅชๅญใฏๆฏ่ฆชใซใชใๆฉไผใๅฅชใใใใ 7ๆฅๅพใๅณปไปใฏ้ขๅฉใๆฑใใใใๅฝผๅฅณใฏๆๅฆใใใ ใ ใใ็ ๆฐใฎใใจใ็ฅใฃใไปใๅฝผๅฅณใฏ้ใใๆใงๅฝผใฎ้ป่ฉฑใใใใใ 3ๅ็ฎใฎใณใผใซใงใคใชใใใจใๅฝผใฎๅทใใๅฃฐใ่ใใใฆใใใใ้ขๅฉไปฅๅคใฎ็จไปถใชใใใๅใซไผใๆฐใฏใชใใใ ๅชๅญใฏๆถใใใใใ็ใฎ่ฉฑใๅใๅบใใใจใใงใใชใใฃใใใใใจ้ป่ฉฑใฎๅใใใใ้็พใฎๅฃฐใ่ใใใฆใใใใๅณปไปๅใใใใใ่ตคใกใใใฎๅฎๆๆคๆปใใใ ใใฎ็ฌ้ใใใใใฆใใๆถใไธๆฐใซๆบขใๅบใใใใในใฆใ็ตใใใใๆใๆฅใใฎใ ใ ๅชๅญใฏใ้ใใๅฃฐใงใ็ตใๅบใใใใซใฝใคใใจๅใใใใๅณปไปโฆโฆใใใ้ขๅฉใใใใใ ๅณปไปใฏไธ็ฌใ้ฉใใใใใ ใฃใใใๅท็ฌใใฆ่จใฃใใใๅชๅญใไปๅบฆใฏใฉใใชๆใไฝฟใใคใใใ ๏ผใ ใๅฎถใงๅพ ใฃใฆใใใใใ ๅณปไปใฏใ้ป่ฉฑใ็ช็ถๅใใใๅพใๅ็ถใจในใใใ่ฆใคใใฆใใใ ไธๅนด้ๆๅฆใ็ถใใฆใใๅชๅญใใใชใไปๆฅใซๅๆใใใฎใ ใใ๏ผ ๅฝผๅฅณใซไผใใซ่กใใใจใๆฑบใใใ ใๅณปไปใใฉใใซ่กใใฎใ๏ผใ้็พใๅญใฉใใๆฑใใชใใ่ฟฝใใใใฆใใใ ใใใใๅฝผใฏไฝใ่จใใ็ซใกๅปใฃใใใใฎ็ฌ้ใ้็พใฎๅชใใ่กจๆ ใฏใฟใใฟใใใกใซๆใใใใปใฉๆใใชใฃใใ ใใฎๅฅณโฆโฆใพใไฝใไปๆใใฆใใใใญ๏ผ ็้ขใฎใใขใ้ใใใจใใๅชๅญใฏใใผใใซใฎใใฐใซ็ซใฃใฆใใในใผใใ็ใ่ใ้ซใ็ทๆงใ่ฆใใๆดใฃใ้ก็ซใกใฏๆฐทใฎใใใซๅทใใใใใฎๆใ็ณใซใฏๅชๅญใธใฎ่ปฝ่ใๆตฎใใใงใใใ ใใฉใใซ่กใฃใฆใใใ ๏ผใๅณปไปใๅทใใๅฐใญใใ ใใใใชใใจใฏใใคใใๆฐใซใใใฎ๏ผใ ใ้ขๅฉๅฑใซใตใคใณใใฆใใใๅฟ ่ฆใใใใใ ใใฎ่จ่ใฏ้ญใ้ใฎใใใซๅฝผๅฅณใฎๅฟใๅบใใใๆฟกใใไฝใๅผใใใใชใใใๅฝผๅฅณใฏใซใใณใใๆธ้กใ้ใใซๅใๅบใใใ ใๅฟ้ ใใๅฟ ่ฆใใชใใใใใตใคใณๆธใฟใ ใใ ๅฝผๅฅณใๆธ้กใใใผใใซใฎไธใซ็ฝฎใใใจใใๅณปไปใฏใ้ขๅฉใใจใใไบๆๅญใใใใปใฉใพใงใซไธๆๅฟซใซๆใใใใจใฏใชใใฃใใๅชๅญใๅฏไธ่ฆๆฑใใใฎใฏใ2ๅๅใฎๆ ฐ่ฌๆใ ใฃใใ ใใฉใใใฆๆฅใซๅๆใใใฎใใจๆใฃใใใ็ตๅฑ้ใฎใใใใใๅฝผใฎ้กใๅฒ็ฌใๆตฎใในใใ ใใคใฆใชใใ่ชๅใๅผ่ญทใใใใใใใชใใใงใใไปๅฝผๅฅณใฏใใ ้ใใซ่จใฃใใใๆฌๆฅใชใใไฝ่คใใใฎ่ณ็ฃใฎๅๅใ่ซๆฑใใๆจฉๅฉใใใใใใงใใ็งใฏ2ๅๅใใ่ฆๆฑใใชใใฃใใใใใงใใใพใ ๆ ใใใใใฆใใคใใใใใ ๅณปไปใฏไธๆญฉๅใซ้ฒใฟใ้ทใๅฝฑใๅชๅญใ่ฆใฃใใๅฝผใฏๅฝผๅฅณใฎ้กใ็ดฐ้ทใๆใงๆดใฟใๅทใใๅฃฐใง่จใฃใใใไปใไฝใฆๅผใใ ๏ผใ ใไฝ่คใใใใใใใฎๅผใณๆนใๅซใชใใๅ ๅคซใจๅผใณ็ดใใฆใใใใใใใใใๆธ้กใซใตใคใณใใฆๅธฐใฃใฆใใใฃใฆใใ๏ผใ ๅฝผใฏไธๆๅฟซใใใช้กใใใใใใใใฏไฟบใฎๅฎถใ ใๅบใฆ่กใใจ่จใๆจฉๅฉใฏใๅใซใฏใใใใใใ ๅชๅญใฏ็ฎ่ใใซๅพฎ็ฌใฟใ่จใฃใใใ็ขบใใซใใใฎๆจฉๅฉใฏใชใใใใงใใๅฎๅฟใใฆใไฝ่คใใใ้ขๅฉ่จผๆๆธใๅใๅใฃใใใใใใซๅบใฆ่กใใใ ใพใใๅฝผใฎๆใๆฏใๆใใๅทใใ็ฎใงๅฝผใ่ฆใคใใใใๆๆฅใฎๆ9ๆใๅธๅฝนๆใงๆธ้กใๆใฃใฆใใฆใใ ใใใใ ็ฟๆใๆฅใฎๅบๅใซใฏๅชๅญใฏๅบ็บใใใใจใใๆใ็ ้ขใใ้ป่ฉฑใใใใฃใฆใใใใ้ซๆฉใใใใ็ถใใใๅฟ่็บไฝใ่ตทใใใพใใใใ ใใใฃ๏ผใใๅใใใพใ๏ผใ ็ ้ขใซๅฐ็ใใใจใๆ่กใฏใพใ ็ถใใฆใใใ ไปใๅฏไธใฎๅธๆใฏ็ถใๅฅๅบทใง็ใ็ถใใใใจใ ใใ ใฃใใ ็่ญทๅธซใๆ่ก่ฒป็จใฎ่ซๆฑๆธใๆๆธกใใฆใใใ็ท้กใฏ300ไธๅไปฅไธใ ใงใใไปฅๅๆฏๆใฃใๅ ฅ้ข่ฒปใงๆฎ้ใฏใใฃใใฎ10ไธๅใใฉใใใฆใ่ถณใใชใใฃใใ ไปๆนใชใใๅณปไปใซ้ป่ฉฑใใใใใ ๅทใใๅฃฐใ่ใใใใใใฉใใ ๏ผใใ30ๅๅพ ใฃใฆใใใใ ใๆฅใชใใจใใใฃใฆโโใ ใๅชๅญใใใใงใใใใใ๏ผใๅณปไปใ้ผปใง็ฌใใใใฉใใใพใๅใใคใใฆใใใใ ใใ๏ผใ ใใใช๏ผ ใๅใใใชใ๏ผ็ถใๅฟ่็บไฝใ่ตทใใใฆๆ่กใๅฟ ่ฆใชใฎ๏ผโโใ ใใใใงใๆญปใใ ใฎใ๏ผใๅณปไปใ้ฎใฃใใ ใใฎ่จ่ใซใๅชๅญใฏ่ณใ็ใฃใใใใใช่จใๆนใใไบบใใใใฎใ๏ผ ใใใใ๏ผๅณปไปใๆ่ก่ฒปใ300ไธๅไปฅไธใใใใฎใใ ใใๆ ฐ่ฌๆใๅ ใซๆฏใ่พผใใงใใใชใ๏ผๅฟ ใ้ขๅฉใใใใ๏ผใ ใๅชๅญใไฟบใ่ชฐใใใๅใฎ็ถ่ฆชใฎๆญปใๆใใงใใใใจใ็่งฃใใฆใใใใชใ้ใๆธกใใฎใฏใใใ ใใใใงใๆ็ถใใ็ตใใฃใๅพใซใ ใใ ใใใ ใ่จใใจใ้ป่ฉฑใฏๅใใใใ ๅชๅญใฎ้กใซใฏๅฐๆใๆตฎใใใงใใใใใคใฆๅฝผใฏ็ถใซๅฏพใใฆๆฌๆใๆใฃใฆใใใฏใใ ใฃใใใใใใไปใฎๅฝผใฎๅฃฐใซใฏๆฌๆฐใฎๆใใฟใๆปฒใใงใใใ ใชใใ ๏ผ 2ๅนดๅใฎ้ซๆฉๅฎถใฎ็ ด็ฃใจ็ตใณใคใใฆ่ใใใจใๅถ็ถใฎๅบๆฅไบใจใฏๆใใชใใชใฃใฆใใใ ใใใใใใฆใๅณปไปใ่ฃใงไฝใใไปๆใใใฎใ ใใใใใๅฎๅฎถใฏไธไฝใฉใใใฃใฆๅฝผใๆใใใฆใใพใฃใใฎใ ใใ๏ผ ไปใ่ใ่พผใไฝ่ฃใใชใใ็ถใฎๆฒป็่ฒปใไฝใจใใใใฎใๆๅชๅ ใ ใฃใใ ๆ่กๅฎคใฎๆใ้ใใใใๅ ็๏ผใ ใ้ซๆฉใใใใ็ถๆงใฏใชใใจใๆใกใใใใพใใใใ ๅชๅญใฏใใใใ่ธใๆซใงไธใใใใ ไป่ญทไบบใซ็ถใไปปใใๅธๅฝนๆใซๆฅใใ ใใๅณปไปใฏใฉใใซใใชใใฃใใ ็ฆใฆ้ป่ฉฑใใใใใใๅธๅฝนๆใซ็ใใใใใฉใใซใใใฎ๏ผใ ใไบๅๅฎคใ ใใ ใไปใใ้ขๅฉๆ็ถใใๆธใพใใซๆฅใฆใใใชใ๏ผใ ๅณปไปใฏ่ใ็ฌใฃใฆ่จใฃใใใๆฐๅๅใฎๅฅ็ดใจใๅใใฉใฃใกใๅคงไบใ ใจๆใ๏ผใ ใ็ตใใใพใงๅพ ใคใใโฆโฆๅณปไปใใ้กใใไป็ถใฏใ้ใๅฟ ่ฆใชใฎใใ ใใใๆญปใใ ใใ่ฌๅผไปฃใๅบใใฆใใใใใใใใ ใ่จใใจใๅฝผใฏ้ป่ฉฑใๅใฃใใ ๅใณ้ป่ฉฑใใใใใใใใงใซ้ปๆบใๅใใใใ ๅชๅญใฏๆฏใ่ฉฐใพใใใใชๆ่ฆใซ่ฅฒใใใใ ๅฝผๅฅณใฏใใฃใจใใ้ใซๅ จใฆใๅคฑใฃใฆใใพใฃใใ ไปใๅชๅญใๆใฃใฆใใๅฏไธใฎไพกๅคใใใใฎใฏใ็ตๅฉๆ่ผชใ ใใ ใฃใใ ๅฝผๅฅณใฏๆ่ผชใๅคใใ้ซ็ดๅฎ้ฃพๅบใซ่ถณใ่ธใฟๅ ฅใใใ ใใๅฎขๆงใ่ณผๅ ฅๆใฎ้ ๅๆธใจ่จผๆๆธใฏใๆใกใงใใ๏ผใ ใใฏใใใๅชๅญใฏๆฅใใงๆธ้กใๅทฎใๅบใใใ ใใใใใจใใใใใพใใๆ่ผชใฏๆคๆปใซๅบใๅฟ ่ฆใใใใฎใงใๆๆฅใพใใ้ฃ็ตกใใใฆใใใ ใใพใใใใ ๅชๅญใฏๅ่ฟซใใๅฃฐใง่จใฃใใใๆฅใใงใใใใงใใไปๆฅไธญใซใ้กใใใพใใใ ใใฏใใใๅบๅกใๆ่ผชใๆใกๅปใใใจใใใใฎๆใใใ็ฝใใฆ็น็ดฐใชๆใๆ่ผชใฑใผในใๆผใใใใ ใใใฎๆ่ผชใใจใฆใ็ด ๆตใญใ็งใ่ฒทใใใใ ้กใไธใใๅชๅญใฎ็ฎใซ้ฃใณ่พผใใงใใใฎใฏใๅฝผๅฅณใใใฎไธใงๆใๆใใงใใไบบ็ฉโโๆพๆฌ้็พใ ใฃใ | LEARN_MORE | 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No | 2025-01-30 18:45 | active | 2371 | 0 | ๐Attention! Do not read in public๏ผ๐ | As the daughter of Alpha, I was tortured since I was 6 years old, and more tragically, I was forced to marry the demon Alpha who killed his 9 ex-girlfriends... Neah "Where is she?" I hear the Beta scream. I groan and rise to my feet, grabbing the cleaning basket before heading over. The moment Beta Kyle sees me, he strides towards me and his hand slices against my cheek. I don't make a sound. Years of experience has taught me to keep my mouth shut at all times. "Alpha Trey and I are expecting company and you still have not cleaned the office." Beta Kyle spits at me. I nod my head and my hand tightens on the cleaning basket. If only I could find the courage to swing it at his head, it would make my day. But I didn't need another week locked up with no food. My stomach already hurt enough. "We are trying to make a good impression on Alpha Dane. Don't you understand how important it is for us to join ourselves with his pack?!" I don't answer, It's a trap, a ploy to provoke me into saying something that would justify punishment. I keep my eyes lowered, avoiding his gaze. Alpha Dane, I had only ever heard rumours about him. He was a ruthless man, a Wolf feared by others. He didn't mess around and he had the largest pack. "He is the Alpha of Black Shadow, the biggest pack in the world, we need him!" We had never been attacked and we had never attacked anyone, so why did we need another pack to help us? He grabs my shoulders, his nails digging into my skin as he turns me around and kicks me into the office. "Useless Wolf." He mutters as he moves away. Quietly closing the door, I lean against it, observing the already clean office. It looked perfectly fine for a meeting with this so-called powerful Alpha. Closing my eyes, I slide down to the floor. I hated this house. I thought that when I turned eighteen, I could finally escape, but four years later, here I still am, a slave in my own home. Doing all the dirty tasks for my brother, Alpha Trey and the pack. While my ex mate, Beta Kyle waltzes around reminding me of how worthless I am. Someone clears their throat and I freeze, I thought I was alone. Leaning forward, I see a handsome man sitting in a chair, just around the corner. A foot propped up on his knee as he nurses a glass of alcohol. His short hair is dark and his eyes are a deep crimson colour, that don't quite look right. They suddenly shift to me and I throw myself back against the door as my heart pounded. "Is this the way you greet all Alphas?" His deep voice rumbles through the room, there was an edge of amusement to his tone. "I'm sorry." I whisper, getting to my feet. "I...I thought I was alone." I had no idea who he was but I could feel the power radiating off of him, even without my Wolf. "Come forward." He orders and I already feel a lump forming in my throat. Alpha Trey wil kill me. I step around the corner, doing as I'm told, allowing him to see me properly. I close my eyes, expecting the worst. "You smell funny. Yet you are a Wolf, correct?" I nod, though I couldn't tell how he was going to react. Most laughed when they found out about me. "I would prefer it if you spoke to me." He growls, "I'm not in the mood to play games." "Yes." I whisper. I couldn't help but think of all the punishments I was going to have to endure. A whipping maybe? Starvation for another week? "Why do you smell strange? And how is it possible for you to not know I was in the room? You should have scented me." "I..." I hated the question. "You should open your eyes when you are talking to someone. It's rude to not look at them. Has your Alpha not taught you anything?" His deep voice sends a shiver through me. Slowly, I open my eyes and lower them, there was no way I was making eye contact."My Wolf abilities were bound," I mutter. Twice, I wanted to add. Twice my abilities were bound. But he probably wasn't interested in that part. He leans forward, I could feel him staring at me, "Why would someone do that?" If this is the Alpha that my brother is supposed to be meeting with, I knew I could screw everything up for him by saying too much. "It was a punishment." I whisper. It wasn't far from the entire truth. There's a twitch in his cheek. Was he angry to hear of such a punishment? Or maybe, just like the others, he was amused by it. I couldn't tell. The door swings open and my brother screeches at me "Neah, what are you doing in my office?" He turns to the crimson eyed man. "I am so sorry that my sister is bothering you, Alpha Dane." Crap, it's him. My brother spins around, hand poised to hit me. I close my eyes, bracing myself, ready to feel the burn. "I wouldn't do that if I were you."Peeking through slits, I see Alpha Dane has risen to his feet, his hand coiled around my brother's wrist. He is taller than my brother, more muscly too. "Neah," My name rolls off of his tongue, "was kindly showing me to your office, Alpha Trey, as you failed to meet me at the front of your house like I requested." What? I had no idea what he was talking about. And he had no reason to lie for me. My brother glares at me, clenching his jaw tight. "Go and get Beta Kyle." Alpha Trey seethes. "Tell him our guest is here." I nod my head and hurry from the room, the last thing I wanted was to be caught between bickering men. "Beta Kyle," I whisper as I enter the dining hall. He instantly glares at me with his dark eyes. I had spoken without being spoken to. "Alpha Trey is in the office with Alpha Dane. I was sent to inform you." He slams the newspaper down on the table and glares at me as he walks by. "You're lucky that the Alpha sent you to get me, otherwise you wouldn't see sunlight for a few days." Pausing behind me, he yanks my head back, locking his fingers in my hair, leaning in close to me, I feel his hot breath on my skin. He doesn't speak, it was just his way of proving that he could do what he wants when he wants. I try to keep myself busy so I can stay as far away from the office as possible. My peace doesn't last long when I hear my brother calling out to me. Quietly, I pad towards the office and plaster a smile on my face as I open the door. "Neah, go get the champagne and some glasses, we are celebrating." I bow my head and hurry to the drinks cabinet. Quickly finding what my brother has asked for. As I re-enter the office, I can feel Alpha Dane watching my every move, even the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. No one ever watches me this closely. "Neah is your sister, correct?" Alpha Dane questions my brother. "She is." Alpha Trey mutters with disgust. He looks away from me to focus on the man asking questions. "Why do you treat her like trash?" Straight to the point, my brother wouldn't like that. He only liked sharing information on his terms. No one had spoken to my brother about his treatment of me because everyone took great joy in beating me. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't move but I knew I had to get out of there. If this deal goes to pot because of me, then that would be my fault too. "Neah was responsible for our parents' death." Alpha Trey spits I closed my eyes, battling back the tears that were threatening to break free. "Responsible how?" Alpha Dane's voice rumbles through me. He was definitely angry. "She served them Wolfsbane." Don't make a sound. Don't make a sound. I knew Alpha Dane was studying me. They all did, no one could ever quite believe how someone could do something so disgusting as poisoning their own parents. I stood there, with my head hanging low, wishing for the ground to open up and suck me in. There are movements around me. He was standing directly in front of me. With a rough finger he tilts my face up towards his, forcing me to look at him. "You poisoned your parents?" "I was six." I splutter. "I just made them lemonade." My voice comes out all squeaky as I try to defend myself. I could barely remember my parents, but I could remember all the guilt I had been made to feel since that day. His crimson eyes flash to my brothers. "Hardly seems fair to blame a six year old." "A six year old should know the difference between plants." Alpha Trey snaps "Sounds to me like she was set up." Alpha Dane shrugs his shoulders, letting go of me. "You weren't there, Alpha Dane." My brother muttered through gritted teeth as his eyes narrowed to slits. "I didn't ask you here to talk about my slave!" Alpha Dane grabs his leather jacket from the chair. Unlike other Alpha's he seemed to dress more casually. A simple black tee and jeans covered his huge frame. And unlike other Alpha's, his arms are bare of tattoos, not a single bit of ink poked out anywhere. "You're right and now I have a few things to mull over." "I thought we agreed." My brother exclaims "Nothing has been signed. Now I will show myself out." The moment he is out of the office, both my brother and Beta Kyle round on me. "What the heck did you say to him?" My brother demands, slamming a hand into my stomach. "N...nothing. Well, he just asked me why I smelled funny." "Did you tell him?" Beta Kyle demands. He was practically spitting in my face. I hated him. I hated him so much that I had vowed to one day get my revenge and rip his stomach out through his mouth. "WELL?" My brother yells when I don't immediately respond and smacks me across the side of the head. My head involuntarily moves up and down. "But I didn't say it was you." I tried to sound strong and confident but it just comes out as a whisper. My brother's hand locks into my black hair as he yanks my head back, sending a shooting pain through my skull. "If you have ruined this, you won't see daylight again." He drags me by my hair from the office and down the hallway towards the basement door. "Pleaseโฆ." I beg. "He was an AlphaโฆIโฆ I had to answer him." My cheeks burn with my tears as he flings the door open. On the other side of the door is Alpha Dane. He is leaning against the wall with his arms folded, staring out at us. My brother's hand falls from my hair, relieving the pressure on the back of my skull... "Alpha Dane, I thought you had left." Alpha Trey murmurs angrily. "I said I would show myself out. I thought I had found the door, but instead I find a basement, riddled in your sister's strange scent. Is this how you treat your family?" "As I said," my brother holds his ground, "She is responsible for the death of my parents, so yes, this is what she deserves." "You should keep your nose out of other packs' business!" Beta Kyle adds. Alpha Dane laughs. "If I agree to this deal, everything about your business becomes my business. So tell me, what would your punishment be for her? No food, locked away for a week, beatings?" Both Alpha Trey and Beta Kyle hold their tongues. There was no reason for him to defend me and yet he was. I was a nobody, no one special. Just who everyone called a traitor. Only instead of being given a death sentence, my brother had decided to make me spend my life suffering. I see those crimson eyes land on my swollen face. "I have a proposition for you, Alpha Trey." Alpha Dane speaks up again. "We have already agreed on terms." "Well, I'm adding one. And if you don't agree, you will not get my help. Instead, you will become my enemy. And we both know, you don't want that." "I take it that your new terms have something to do with her?" Alpha Trey mutters through clenched teeth. "You would be correct. Let me take her away to my pack and then you, Trey will have a deal." Me? Why would he want me? As my brother and his Beta discuss me, Alpha Dane is still studying me. His look made me nervous. What could someone like him possibly want with me? "Deal." Alpha Trey sticks out his hand for Alpha Dane to shake. He doesn't take it, instead his crimson eyes shift from me to my brother. "I will have paperwork drawn up and will return tomorrow." He reaches a hand out and cups my face, "Ensure you have everything packed." He drags his thumb across my bottom lip and strides to the opposite end of the hallway and straight to the front door. He knew exactly where the front door was, so what was he up to? He pauses at the door. "If I find out any one of you has laid a hand on her. The contract will be the last thing you need to worry about." He struts out, slamming the door behind him. After Dane leaves, my brother grabs me by the collar. "You think you're going to have a good life if you follow Alpha Dane out of here? Don't be naive!" He continues in a vicious voice. 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๐Attention! Do not read in public๏ผ๐ | My husband Killian arrived late after my grandmother's funeral because he needed to be there for his first love. He looked like he ran in his wolf form. His hair is a mess, and his tie is not even tied properly. He was breathing so fast that he couldnโt even speak. My face turned blank as I locked gazes with him. โAstrid, I couldnโt leave early because I had something I needed to take care of.โ My fists balled up at my sides as I narrowed my eyes at him. โWas there anything else more important than to be on your mateโs side at the time that she needed you the most?โ I shot back at him. His eyes met mine and for a fleeting moment, a shadow of remorse flickered across his gaze โIf only you hadnโt stopped me that night, I would have still met my grandma while she was still alive.โ Killianโs grip on the bouquet tightened when he heard my words. โI had no idea Iโโ โI kept telling you that my grandmother needed me!โ I yelled, interrupting him from his words. โAll you cared about is Giselle who is pre9nant with your child.โ I blurted out finally releasing all the emotions that I have buried down long enough. Killian could not say a word. My heart which has always been heavy, felt lighter than it was after I finally told him the things that Iโve been wanting to tell him. I glanced at him in surprise when he suddenly crouched down and placed the bouquet of flowers that he brought on the ground where my grandmother had just been buried. โI only came here to pay my respects to your grandmother. Iโm sorry if I was late, that was out of my control,โ Killian replied like he didnโt just hear the rest of the words that I said. My breath turned shallow and my heart burned more in anger at his heartlessness. Unable to control myself anymore, I picked up the flowers and thrashed them on Killian until the flowers were all shredded into pieces. โYou are here to pay respect?!โ I screamed at him. I threw what was left of the flowers to the ground. โIโm tired of this. If you canโt give me respect, I should at least give myself some respect,โ I spoke in a weak voice as I collected myself together. โLetโs just stop this joke and get a divorce,โ I spoke firmly, looking at Killian directly in his eyes. | LEARN_MORE | https://wwwedb.com/market/goodnovel/1?lpid=16865&u | Galaxy in the Story | https://www.facebook.com/61555427913037/ | 2,267 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Learn more | 0 | wwwedb.com | IMAGE | https://wwwedb.com/market/goodnovel/1?lpid=16865&utm_content={{campaign.id}}&adset_name={{adset.name}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&ad_id={{ad.id}}&ad_name={{ad.name}}&placement={{placement}} | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/473253369_571657389039356_7312257920811038889_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=106&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=niME0FevNlEQ7kNvgF20801&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AMxhigj5JCu3r_WlJwpGZy7&oh=00_AYB-ECzcLHGD9eEDoKV3Ms6l5uSX7QmtNebiADzddC-QGg&oe=67A1D4CF | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Galaxy in the Story | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Don't you understand how important it is for us to join ourselves with his pack?!" I don't answer, It's a trap, a ploy to provoke me into saying something that would justify punishment. I keep my eyes lowered, avoiding his gaze. Alpha Dane, I had only ever heard rumours about him. He was a ruthless man, a Wolf feared by others. He didn't mess around and he had the largest pack. "He is the Alpha of Black Shadow, the biggest pack in the world, we need him!" We had never been attacked and we had never attacked anyone, so why did we need another pack to help us? He grabs my shoulders, his nails digging into my skin as he turns me around and kicks me into the office. "Useless Wolf." He mutters as he moves away. Quietly closing the door, I lean against it, observing the already clean office. It looked perfectly fine for a meeting with this so-called powerful Alpha. Closing my eyes, I slide down to the floor. I hated this house. I thought that when I turned eighteen, I could finally escape, but four years later, here I still am, a slave in my own home. Doing all the dirty tasks for my brother, Alpha Trey and the pack. While my ex mate, Beta Kyle waltzes around reminding me of how worthless I am. Someone clears their throat and I freeze, I thought I was alone. Leaning forward, I see a handsome man sitting in a chair, just around the corner. A foot propped up on his knee as he nurses a glass of alcohol. His short hair is dark and his eyes are a deep crimson colour, that don't quite look right. They suddenly shift to me and I throw myself back against the door as my heart pounded. "Is this the way you greet all Alphas?" His deep voice rumbles through the room, there was an edge of amusement to his tone. "I'm sorry." I whisper, getting to my feet. "I...I thought I was alone." I had no idea who he was but I could feel the power radiating off of him, even without my Wolf. "Come forward." He orders and I already feel a lump forming in my throat. Alpha Trey wil kill me. I step around the corner, doing as I'm told, allowing him to see me properly. I close my eyes, expecting the worst. "You smell funny. Yet you are a Wolf, correct?" I nod, though I couldn't tell how he was going to react. Most laughed when they found out about me. "I would prefer it if you spoke to me." He growls, "I'm not in the mood to play games." "Yes." I whisper. I couldn't help but think of all the punishments I was going to have to endure. A whipping maybe? Starvation for another week? "Why do you smell strange? And how is it possible for you to not know I was in the room? You should have scented me." "I..." I hated the question. "You should open your eyes when you are talking to someone. It's rude to not look at them. Has your Alpha not taught you anything?" His deep voice sends a shiver through me. Slowly, I open my eyes and lower them, there was no way I was making eye contact."My Wolf abilities were bound," I mutter. Twice, I wanted to add. Twice my abilities were bound. But he probably wasn't interested in that part. He leans forward, I could feel him staring at me, "Why would someone do that?" If this is the Alpha that my brother is supposed to be meeting with, I knew I could screw everything up for him by saying too much. "It was a punishment." I whisper. It wasn't far from the entire truth. There's a twitch in his cheek. Was he angry to hear of such a punishment? Or maybe, just like the others, he was amused by it. I couldn't tell. The door swings open and my brother screeches at me "Neah, what are you doing in my office?" He turns to the crimson eyed man. "I am so sorry that my sister is bothering you, Alpha Dane." Crap, it's him. My brother spins around, hand poised to hit me. I close my eyes, bracing myself, ready to feel the burn. "I wouldn't do that if I were you."Peeking through slits, I see Alpha Dane has risen to his feet, his hand coiled around my brother's wrist. He is taller than my brother, more muscly too. "Neah," My name rolls off of his tongue, "was kindly showing me to your office, Alpha Trey, as you failed to meet me at the front of your house like I requested." What? I had no idea what he was talking about. And he had no reason to lie for me. My brother glares at me, clenching his jaw tight. "Go and get Beta Kyle." Alpha Trey seethes. "Tell him our guest is here." I nod my head and hurry from the room, the last thing I wanted was to be caught between bickering men. "Beta Kyle," I whisper as I enter the dining hall. He instantly glares at me with his dark eyes. I had spoken without being spoken to. "Alpha Trey is in the office with Alpha Dane. I was sent to inform you." He slams the newspaper down on the table and glares at me as he walks by. "You're lucky that the Alpha sent you to get me, otherwise you wouldn't see sunlight for a few days." Pausing behind me, he yanks my head back, locking his fingers in my hair, leaning in close to me, I feel his hot breath on my skin. He doesn't speak, it was just his way of proving that he could do what he wants when he wants. I try to keep myself busy so I can stay as far away from the office as possible. My peace doesn't last long when I hear my brother calling out to me. Quietly, I pad towards the office and plaster a smile on my face as I open the door. "Neah, go get the champagne and some glasses, we are celebrating." I bow my head and hurry to the drinks cabinet. Quickly finding what my brother has asked for. As I re-enter the office, I can feel Alpha Dane watching my every move, even the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. No one ever watches me this closely. "Neah is your sister, correct?" Alpha Dane questions my brother. "She is." Alpha Trey mutters with disgust. He looks away from me to focus on the man asking questions. "Why do you treat her like trash?" Straight to the point, my brother wouldn't like that. He only liked sharing information on his terms. No one had spoken to my brother about his treatment of me because everyone took great joy in beating me. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't move but I knew I had to get out of there. If this deal goes to pot because of me, then that would be my fault too. "Neah was responsible for our parents' death." Alpha Trey spits I closed my eyes, battling back the tears that were threatening to break free. "Responsible how?" Alpha Dane's voice rumbles through me. He was definitely angry. "She served them Wolfsbane." Don't make a sound. Don't make a sound. I knew Alpha Dane was studying me. They all did, no one could ever quite believe how someone could do something so disgusting as poisoning their own parents. I stood there, with my head hanging low, wishing for the ground to open up and suck me in. There are movements around me. He was standing directly in front of me. With a rough finger he tilts my face up towards his, forcing me to look at him. "You poisoned your parents?" "I was six." I splutter. "I just made them lemonade." My voice comes out all squeaky as I try to defend myself. I could barely remember my parents, but I could remember all the guilt I had been made to feel since that day. His crimson eyes flash to my brothers. "Hardly seems fair to blame a six year old." "A six year old should know the difference between plants." Alpha Trey snaps "Sounds to me like she was set up." Alpha Dane shrugs his shoulders, letting go of me. "You weren't there, Alpha Dane." My brother muttered through gritted teeth as his eyes narrowed to slits. "I didn't ask you here to talk about my slave!" Alpha Dane grabs his leather jacket from the chair. Unlike other Alpha's he seemed to dress more casually. A simple black tee and jeans covered his huge frame. And unlike other Alpha's, his arms are bare of tattoos, not a single bit of ink poked out anywhere. "You're right and now I have a few things to mull over." "I thought we agreed." My brother exclaims "Nothing has been signed. Now I will show myself out." The moment he is out of the office, both my brother and Beta Kyle round on me. "What the heck did you say to him?" My brother demands, slamming a hand into my stomach. "N...nothing. Well, he just asked me why I smelled funny." "Did you tell him?" Beta Kyle demands. He was practically spitting in my face. I hated him. I hated him so much that I had vowed to one day get my revenge and rip his stomach out through his mouth. "WELL?" My brother yells when I don't immediately respond and smacks me across the side of the head. My head involuntarily moves up and down. "But I didn't say it was you." I tried to sound strong and confident but it just comes out as a whisper. My brother's hand locks into my black hair as he yanks my head back, sending a shooting pain through my skull. "If you have ruined this, you won't see daylight again." He drags me by my hair from the office and down the hallway towards the basement door. "Pleaseโฆ." I beg. "He was an AlphaโฆIโฆ I had to answer him." My cheeks burn with my tears as he flings the door open. On the other side of the door is Alpha Dane. He is leaning against the wall with his arms folded, staring out at us. My brother's hand falls from my hair, relieving the pressure on the back of my skull... "Alpha Dane, I thought you had left." Alpha Trey murmurs angrily. "I said I would show myself out. I thought I had found the door, but instead I find a basement, riddled in your sister's strange scent. Is this how you treat your family?" "As I said," my brother holds his ground, "She is responsible for the death of my parents, so yes, this is what she deserves." "You should keep your nose out of other packs' business!" Beta Kyle adds. Alpha Dane laughs. "If I agree to this deal, everything about your business becomes my business. So tell me, what would your punishment be for her? No food, locked away for a week, beatings?" Both Alpha Trey and Beta Kyle hold their tongues. There was no reason for him to defend me and yet he was. I was a nobody, no one special. Just who everyone called a traitor. Only instead of being given a death sentence, my brother had decided to make me spend my life suffering. I see those crimson eyes land on my swollen face. "I have a proposition for you, Alpha Trey." Alpha Dane speaks up again. "We have already agreed on terms." "Well, I'm adding one. And if you don't agree, you will not get my help. Instead, you will become my enemy. And we both know, you don't want that." "I take it that your new terms have something to do with her?" Alpha Trey mutters through clenched teeth. "You would be correct. Let me take her away to my pack and then you, Trey will have a deal." Me? Why would he want me? As my brother and his Beta discuss me, Alpha Dane is still studying me. His look made me nervous. What could someone like him possibly want with me? "Deal." Alpha Trey sticks out his hand for Alpha Dane to shake. He doesn't take it, instead his crimson eyes shift from me to my brother. "I will have paperwork drawn up and will return tomorrow." He reaches a hand out and cups my face, "Ensure you have everything packed." He drags his thumb across my bottom lip and strides to the opposite end of the hallway and straight to the front door. He knew exactly where the front door was, so what was he up to? He pauses at the door. "If I find out any one of you has laid a hand on her. The contract will be the last thing you need to worry about." He struts out, slamming the door behind him. After Dane leaves, my brother grabs me by the collar. "You think you're going to have a good life if you follow Alpha Dane out of here? Don't be naive!" He continues in a vicious voice. 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ใใใใฏใชใใฏใใฆ็กๆใงใ่ชญใฟใใ ใใ๏ผ | ้ซๆฉๅชๅญใๆซๆ็ใจ่จบๆญใใใใใฎๆฅใๅคซใฎไฝ่คๅณปไปใฏใๅๆใฎ็ธๆใฎๅญไพใฎไธ่ฉฑใใใฆใใใ ... ็ ้ขใงใไธญๆๆ ๆใๆธใ้กใง่จใฃใใใๅชๅญใใใๆ่กใๆๅใใใฐใ็ๅญ็ใฏ15%ใใ30%ใซใชใใใ ๅชๅญใฏใใฐใใฎใฒใใ็ดฐใๆใงใใ ใฃใจๆกใใใใ้ใใใๅฐใใช้กใซๆทฑใ้ฐใใๆตฎใในใฆใใใ ใๅ ่ผฉใใใๆ่กใๅใใชใใใฐใใฉใฎใใใ็ใใใใใฎ๏ผใ ใๅๅนดใใ1ๅนดใใใใใ ๅชๅญใฏๅใใใ ใฃใจๅใฟใใใใใฃใจ่จ่ใๅใๅบใใใใๅ ่ผฉใใใฎใใจใฏ็งๅฏใซใใฆใกใใใ ใใๅฎถๆใๅฟ้ ใใใใใชใใฎใใ ้ซๆฉๅฎถใฏใใงใซ็ ด็ฃใใฆใใใๅชๅญใฏ็ถ่ฆชใฎๅป็่ฒปใๅทฅ้ขใใใ ใใงใ็ฒพไธๆฏใ ใฃใใ ๆ ๆใฏ่ซฆใใใใใซ่จใฃใใใๅฃๅคใใชใใใใงใใ็ตๅฉใใฆใใใจ่ใใใๆฆ้ฃใใโโใ ใใ็ถใใใฎใใจใฏใ้กใใญใใใ่กใใชใใจใใๅชๅญใฏๅคซใฎ่ฉฑ้กใ้ฟใใใใใซใๆฉใ ใซใใฎๅ ดใ็ซใกๅปใฃใใ ็ถ่ฆชใฎๆฒป็ใๅงใพใฃใฆใใใฎ2ๅนด้ใๅคซใงใใไฝ่คๅณปไปใฏไธๅบฆใๅงฟใ่ฆใใใใจใใชใใฃใใๅฝผๅฅณใๅใใฆ้่กไบบใซ็ ้ขใธ้ใฐใใๆใงใใใใ ใ ใใคใฆใฏๅฝผใๅชๅญใๅคงๅใซใใฆใใใใ ใใๅๆใฎ็ธๆใงใใๆพๆฌ้็พใๅฆๅจ ใใ็ถๆ ใงๅธฐๅฝใใฆใใใใในใฆใๅคใใฃใใ ๅชๅญใใใคใฆๅฆๅจ ใใฆใใใใจใใใฃใใใใๆฅใๆนใงๆพๆฌ้็พใจใจใใซ่ฝๆฐดใใๆใๅฟ ๆญปใซใใใใชใใใๅฝผใ้็พใซๅใใฃใฆๆณณใใงใใๅงฟใ่ฆใใ ๅพใ้็พใฏ็กไบใซๅญใฉใใ็ฃใใ ใใงใๅชๅญใฏๆฏ่ฆชใซใชใๆฉไผใๅฅชใใใใ 7ๆฅๅพใๅณปไปใฏ้ขๅฉใๆฑใใใใๅฝผๅฅณใฏๆๅฆใใใ ใ ใใ็ ๆฐใฎใใจใ็ฅใฃใไปใๅฝผๅฅณใฏ้ใใๆใงๅฝผใฎ้ป่ฉฑใใใใใ 3ๅ็ฎใฎใณใผใซใงใคใชใใใจใๅฝผใฎๅทใใๅฃฐใ่ใใใฆใใใใ้ขๅฉไปฅๅคใฎ็จไปถใชใใใๅใซไผใๆฐใฏใชใใใ ๅชๅญใฏๆถใใใใใ็ใฎ่ฉฑใๅใๅบใใใจใใงใใชใใฃใใใใใจ้ป่ฉฑใฎๅใใใใ้็พใฎๅฃฐใ่ใใใฆใใใใๅณปไปๅใใใใใ่ตคใกใใใฎๅฎๆๆคๆปใใใ ใใฎ็ฌ้ใใใใใฆใใๆถใไธๆฐใซๆบขใๅบใใใใในใฆใ็ตใใใใๆใๆฅใใฎใ ใ ๅชๅญใฏใ้ใใๅฃฐใงใ็ตใๅบใใใใซใฝใคใใจๅใใใใๅณปไปโฆโฆใใใ้ขๅฉใใใใใ ๅณปไปใฏไธ็ฌใ้ฉใใใใใ ใฃใใใๅท็ฌใใฆ่จใฃใใใๅชๅญใไปๅบฆใฏใฉใใชๆใไฝฟใใคใใใ ๏ผใ ใๅฎถใงๅพ ใฃใฆใใใใใ ๅณปไปใฏใ้ป่ฉฑใ็ช็ถๅใใใๅพใๅ็ถใจในใใใ่ฆใคใใฆใใใ ไธๅนด้ๆๅฆใ็ถใใฆใใๅชๅญใใใชใไปๆฅใซๅๆใใใฎใ ใใ๏ผ ๅฝผๅฅณใซไผใใซ่กใใใจใๆฑบใใใ ใๅณปไปใใฉใใซ่กใใฎใ๏ผใ้็พใๅญใฉใใๆฑใใชใใ่ฟฝใใใใฆใใใ ใใใใๅฝผใฏไฝใ่จใใ็ซใกๅปใฃใใใใฎ็ฌ้ใ้็พใฎๅชใใ่กจๆ ใฏใฟใใฟใใใกใซๆใใใใปใฉๆใใชใฃใใ ใใฎๅฅณโฆโฆใพใไฝใไปๆใใฆใใใใญ๏ผ ็้ขใฎใใขใ้ใใใจใใๅชๅญใฏใใผใใซใฎใใฐใซ็ซใฃใฆใใในใผใใ็ใ่ใ้ซใ็ทๆงใ่ฆใใๆดใฃใ้ก็ซใกใฏๆฐทใฎใใใซๅทใใใใใฎๆใ็ณใซใฏๅชๅญใธใฎ่ปฝ่ใๆตฎใใใงใใใ ใใฉใใซ่กใฃใฆใใใ ๏ผใๅณปไปใๅทใใๅฐใญใใ ใใใใชใใจใฏใใคใใๆฐใซใใใฎ๏ผใ ใ้ขๅฉๅฑใซใตใคใณใใฆใใใๅฟ ่ฆใใใใใ ใใฎ่จ่ใฏ้ญใ้ใฎใใใซๅฝผๅฅณใฎๅฟใๅบใใใๆฟกใใไฝใๅผใใใใชใใใๅฝผๅฅณใฏใซใใณใใๆธ้กใ้ใใซๅใๅบใใใ ใๅฟ้ ใใๅฟ ่ฆใใชใใใใใตใคใณๆธใฟใ ใใ ๅฝผๅฅณใๆธ้กใใใผใใซใฎไธใซ็ฝฎใใใจใใๅณปไปใฏใ้ขๅฉใใจใใไบๆๅญใใใใปใฉใพใงใซไธๆๅฟซใซๆใใใใจใฏใชใใฃใใๅชๅญใๅฏไธ่ฆๆฑใใใฎใฏใ2ๅๅใฎๆ ฐ่ฌๆใ ใฃใใ ใใฉใใใฆๆฅใซๅๆใใใฎใใจๆใฃใใใ็ตๅฑ้ใฎใใใใใๅฝผใฎ้กใๅฒ็ฌใๆตฎใในใใ ใใคใฆใชใใ่ชๅใๅผ่ญทใใใใใใใชใใใงใใไปๅฝผๅฅณใฏใใ ้ใใซ่จใฃใใใๆฌๆฅใชใใไฝ่คใใใฎ่ณ็ฃใฎๅๅใ่ซๆฑใใๆจฉๅฉใใใใใใงใใ็งใฏ2ๅๅใใ่ฆๆฑใใชใใฃใใใใใงใใใพใ ๆ ใใใใใฆใใคใใใใใ ๅณปไปใฏไธๆญฉๅใซ้ฒใฟใ้ทใๅฝฑใๅชๅญใ่ฆใฃใใๅฝผใฏๅฝผๅฅณใฎ้กใ็ดฐ้ทใๆใงๆดใฟใๅทใใๅฃฐใง่จใฃใใใไปใไฝใฆๅผใใ ๏ผใ ใไฝ่คใใใใใใใฎๅผใณๆนใๅซใชใใๅ ๅคซใจๅผใณ็ดใใฆใใใใใใใใใๆธ้กใซใตใคใณใใฆๅธฐใฃใฆใใใฃใฆใใ๏ผใ ๅฝผใฏไธๆๅฟซใใใช้กใใใใใใใใฏไฟบใฎๅฎถใ ใๅบใฆ่กใใจ่จใๆจฉๅฉใฏใๅใซใฏใใใใใใ ๅชๅญใฏ็ฎ่ใใซๅพฎ็ฌใฟใ่จใฃใใใ็ขบใใซใใใฎๆจฉๅฉใฏใชใใใใงใใๅฎๅฟใใฆใไฝ่คใใใ้ขๅฉ่จผๆๆธใๅใๅใฃใใใใใใซๅบใฆ่กใใใ ใพใใๅฝผใฎๆใๆฏใๆใใๅทใใ็ฎใงๅฝผใ่ฆใคใใใใๆๆฅใฎๆ9ๆใๅธๅฝนๆใงๆธ้กใๆใฃใฆใใฆใใ ใใใใ ็ฟๆใๆฅใฎๅบๅใซใฏๅชๅญใฏๅบ็บใใใใจใใๆใ็ ้ขใใ้ป่ฉฑใใใใฃใฆใใใใ้ซๆฉใใใใ็ถใใใๅฟ่็บไฝใ่ตทใใใพใใใใ ใใใฃ๏ผใใๅใใใพใ๏ผใ ็ ้ขใซๅฐ็ใใใจใๆ่กใฏใพใ ็ถใใฆใใใ ไปใๅฏไธใฎๅธๆใฏ็ถใๅฅๅบทใง็ใ็ถใใใใจใ ใใ ใฃใใ ็่ญทๅธซใๆ่ก่ฒป็จใฎ่ซๆฑๆธใๆๆธกใใฆใใใ็ท้กใฏ300ไธๅไปฅไธใ ใงใใไปฅๅๆฏๆใฃใๅ ฅ้ข่ฒปใงๆฎ้ใฏใใฃใใฎ10ไธๅใใฉใใใฆใ่ถณใใชใใฃใใ ไปๆนใชใใๅณปไปใซ้ป่ฉฑใใใใใ ๅทใใๅฃฐใ่ใใใใใใฉใใ ๏ผใใ30ๅๅพ ใฃใฆใใใใ ใๆฅใชใใจใใใฃใฆโโใ ใๅชๅญใใใใงใใใใใ๏ผใๅณปไปใ้ผปใง็ฌใใใใฉใใใพใๅใใคใใฆใใใใ ใใ๏ผใ ใใใช๏ผ ใๅใใใชใ๏ผ็ถใๅฟ่็บไฝใ่ตทใใใฆๆ่กใๅฟ ่ฆใชใฎ๏ผโโใ ใใใใงใๆญปใใ ใฎใ๏ผใๅณปไปใ้ฎใฃใใ ใใฎ่จ่ใซใๅชๅญใฏ่ณใ็ใฃใใใใใช่จใๆนใใไบบใใใใฎใ๏ผ ใใใใ๏ผๅณปไปใๆ่ก่ฒปใ300ไธๅไปฅไธใใใใฎใใ ใใๆ ฐ่ฌๆใๅ ใซๆฏใ่พผใใงใใใชใ๏ผๅฟ ใ้ขๅฉใใใใ๏ผใ ใๅชๅญใไฟบใ่ชฐใใใๅใฎ็ถ่ฆชใฎๆญปใๆใใงใใใใจใ็่งฃใใฆใใใใชใ้ใๆธกใใฎใฏใใใ ใใใใงใๆ็ถใใ็ตใใฃใๅพใซใ ใใ ใใใ ใ่จใใจใ้ป่ฉฑใฏๅใใใใ ๅชๅญใฎ้กใซใฏๅฐๆใๆตฎใใใงใใใใใคใฆๅฝผใฏ็ถใซๅฏพใใฆๆฌๆใๆใฃใฆใใใฏใใ ใฃใใใใใใไปใฎๅฝผใฎๅฃฐใซใฏๆฌๆฐใฎๆใใฟใๆปฒใใงใใใ ใชใใ ๏ผ 2ๅนดๅใฎ้ซๆฉๅฎถใฎ็ ด็ฃใจ็ตใณใคใใฆ่ใใใจใๅถ็ถใฎๅบๆฅไบใจใฏๆใใชใใชใฃใฆใใใ ใใใใใใฆใๅณปไปใ่ฃใงไฝใใไปๆใใใฎใ ใใใใใๅฎๅฎถใฏไธไฝใฉใใใฃใฆๅฝผใๆใใใฆใใพใฃใใฎใ ใใ๏ผ ไปใ่ใ่พผใไฝ่ฃใใชใใ็ถใฎๆฒป็่ฒปใไฝใจใใใใฎใๆๅชๅ ใ ใฃใใ ๆ่กๅฎคใฎๆใ้ใใใใๅ ็๏ผใ 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Read next chapter | On her wedding day, her stepsister set her up, framing her with accusations of promiscuity, academic fraud, and attempted murder. She was personally brought to court by her fiancรฉ and imprisoned for three years, enduring inhuman torment! ===== On the day Khloe Evans was put on trial by her fiance, it was raining heavily. "Khloe Evans, you are suspected of bribing competition judges, academic fraud, and attempted homicide. Do you plead guilty or not?" Inside the silent and solemn courtroom, the judge's gavel echoed, signaling the start of a tense moment. Khloe's bl**dshot eyes were filled with anger and desperation, staring at Eric Watson, her fiance. She couldn't help but sneer. They had spent four years from falling in love to getting married; she had always believed that he loved her deeply and that their married life would be blissful. But on their wedding day, he personally put her on trial because of her stepsister's words. The Watson family was one of the wealthiest and most influential families in the country. No one would dare to offend them for a nobody like her. Khloe said word by word, "I have nothing to say." All along, she thought Eric was the love of her life. But it turned out he had been having an a**air with her stepsister, Sloane Evans. What was more, he had stolen her academic achievements. And now, he falsely accused her of being a m*rderer. He was ruthless. What else could she say? The judge banged his gavel again and gave his verdict. "The court hereby sentences the defendant, Khloe Evans, to eight years in prison and a fine of three hundred thousand dollars." The trial concluded, and the prison guards escorted Khloe. As she walked out of the courtroom, Khloe turned and looked back at Eric, sitting in the plaintiff's seat, her eyes burning with deep hatred and fury. ...... Three years had passed. "Khloe Evans, someone has bailed you out. You're free to go." Upon hearing that, Khloe raised her head, her pale face filled with shock. After suffering from endless torture for three years, she had thought that she was bound to stay there for the full sentence. She didn't expect that she would be released one day. An hour after she was released from prison, Khloe was taken to a hospital. She entered a ward, and her heart clenched when she saw her mother through the ICU door, lying motionless in the hospital bed. With a pale face and various apparatus connected to her body, she looked lifeless. "Mom..." Khloe got all worked up, her voice trembling with emotion. She wanted to open the door and go in. "Stop it! This ward is specially secured. No one is allowed to enter without my permission." A female voice suddenly rang out behind her. Khloe turned around and was surprised to see the person who spoke. "Sloane? My mom severed ties with the Evans family long ago. Why are you still doing this to her?" As she spoke, she glared at Sloane with eyes full of hatred. Sloane looked at Khloe, a flicker of jealousy and disdain flashing across her eyes. Then, she sneered, "Khloe, looks like you are mistaken. I'm saving her. Without me, your mother would have died long ago. Perhaps, by the time you come out of prison, you will only see her tomb." Khloe took a deep breath to calm herself down. "Sloane, stop being so hypocritical. You are saving my mother? Only a fool will believe that. What are you really up to? You're using her to manipulate me, right?" "Khloe, you're as clever as ever. No wonder they called you the rising star of academia. But it's a pity that you are now a convict for attempted murder. And your fate is in my hands," Sloane taunted. "So, today, all you need to do is spend a night with Karl Russell. Then, I'll arrange for your release and your mother's treatment." "Karl Russell? That old man is already in his sixties. Are you out of your mind?" Khloe's eyes widened in disbelief. "So what? Should I care? It's you who are going to sleep with him, not me. As long as you spend one night with him, our family can secure the Russell family's arms deal. It's a very lucrative business. You should feel honored that you are selling out your body to make so much money for us. But if you refuse..." Sloane pointed to the ICU. "I'll have them remove your mom's life support, and she'll die right in front of you. I'll give you five seconds to decide. Five, four, three..." "Fine! I'll go," Khloe agreed in despair. This time, she could no longer suppress the tears she had been holding back. She was left with no choice. For the sake of her mother, she had to do it. After freshening up, Khloe was put into a car. Tonight, she was destined to sleep with a sixty-something disgusting man. And she was still a v**gin. Chapter 2 Henrik Watson That night, the car glided through the deserted streets, headlights cutting into the night's inky darkness. Bang! A g*nshot shattered the silence, deafening and ominously close. Glass sprayed across the seats as the car window exploded, fragments glittering in the dim streetlights. All hell broke loose. Terrified creams echoed in the street as the few remaining shops hurried to lower their shutters. The driver, white-faced and trembling, veered in a panic. The car skidded, tires screeching before slamming into the curb. He slumped forward, unconscious. Beside him, Khloe blinked, disoriented from the impact. Pressing a hand to her throbbing head, she tried to make sense of what had happened. Through the cracked window, she glimpsed flickering orange flames a short distance away. "Oh, no!" She'd stumbled straight into the deadly crossfires of a g*nfight. It was likely a turf war turned ugly by two warring gangs. Steadying herself, Khloe pushed open the door and crouched low, inching towards the roadside. But before she could move further, a figure emerged from the darkness. Tall and powerfully built, he was moving fast. Even though a mask obscured most of his features, she could still see his intense eyes and the proud outline of his nose. A dark stain spread across his side, seeping through his clothes--bl**d. He stumbled towards her, breathing heavily, and collapsed at her feet. Just then, another group of burly men burst from the shadows, each armed to the teeth. Their faces were etched with vicious determination, each bearing a t**too on the hand. "Perfect! He's down. Now, finish him off!" The leader, bald and snarling, held up his g*n and pointed it towards the fallen man. Then, his gaze fell on Khloe. She was dressed to the nines, as she was meant to be a gift for a man tonight. A tight red dress hugged her perfect figure, accentuating her curves and complimenting her porcelain skin. Her glossy hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing a delicate, doll-like face with wide, innocent eyes. In a word, she looked like a vision from a dream--or a man's t**ptation made flesh. The bald man's grin widened, his eyes gleaming with le**erous intent. He had never seen such a beautiful woman before, and he wasn't about to let an opportunity like this slide. "While you're finishing him off, I'll help myself to this beauty." He lunged, shoving Khloe back against the shattered window, pressing his weight against her. "No, please!" she pleaded, her voice trembling as she tried to pull away. "Please don't hurt me." "Why would I hurt a beauty like you?" he taunted, his fingers gripping her shoulder tightly as he leaned closer, his hot breath on her skin. His men jeered behind him, urging him on, enjoying the show. But Khloe's hand moved, almost imperceptibly, reaching into her purse. In one swift, desperate motion, her fingers closed around a pen, and she drove it up into his neck with a fierce thrust. The bald man's eyes widened in shock as bl**d spurted from the wound, his grip loosening. Gone was the look of a damsel in distress; her eyes, which were so full of fear just a second earlier, now glinted with a cold light. What was once a delicate, angelic beauty had transformed into a bl**d-stained rose, dark and dangerous. "B**ch, you're asking for it!" The henchmen froze for a split second, then fury overcame them, and they charged at Khloe with murderous intent. Her voice cut through the chaos, sharp and commanding. "Don't move, or I'll pull the pen out! He'll bleed out on the spot!" The men abruptly stopped in their tracks. No one dared to move a muscle. At this moment, the man who'd been lying motionless suddenly sprang to life, g*n in hand, and unleashed a hail of b*llets on the stunned th*gs. He moved with such agility that it was clear his injury had only been a ruse. Even the bald man Khloe held hostage collapsed in a bl**dy heap, a bullet having shattered his skull in an instant. Khloe spun her head just in time, avoiding the bl**d splatter. But her clothes and legs weren't so lucky; they were stained with bl**d, sticky and warm. "Ugh!" The sickly, metallic scent hit her, and her stomach churned. She couldn't stop herself from retching, knees buckling as she collapsed sideways. But before she hit the ground, an arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her upright. The man's grip was firm, his eyes dancing with amusement. "Feisty little thing, weren't you so badass just a second ago? What happened?" Khloe recoiled, shoving him away, her face twisting in defiance. "Let go of me!" Before she could get another word out, black-clad men suddenly emerged from the shadows, their faces hard, eyes cold. Even the surrounding rooftops showed silhouettes of these men, controlling all sniper points. Each man moved with such deadly precision, and Khloe could tell at a glance that they were all experienced killers. They brandished machine guns and rocket launchers with practiced ease, as though these were everyday items. In a word, they looked like an elite strike force--battle-hardened, lethal. Unexpectedly, one by one, they all started dropping to their knees, as though bowing before a king. Thousands of them bowed in unison. "Awaiting your orders, Mr. Watson," the leader announced reverently. Khloe's breath hitched. "Are you Henrik Watson?" Chapter 3 The Kiss Henrik accepted a handkerchief from his trusted aide, Rhett Foster, wiping the bl**d from his hands with deliberate, almost regal precision. He then removed his mask slowly, revealing a face that could seize anyone's breath. His eyes were dark, magnetic pools, deep enough to pull anyone in. And above his perfectly-shaped lips was a prominent, sculpted nose. His chiseled features conveyed both power and beauty, almost too flawless to belong to any ordinary man. It was the kind of face that could eclipse even the brightest stars in the showbiz. But more than his appearance, it was his aura--commanding, indomitable--that sent shivers down spines. This was a man who held dominion over countless lives. Henrik smiled, a flash of danger glinting in his eyes. "So what if I am?" Khloe's eyes went as wide as saucers. Henrik Watson--that name carried the weight of legend. Henrik had once been a branch member of the Watson family before vanishing into obscurity for ten long years. When he resurfaced, he singlehandedly seized control of the nation's underworld, rendering him a king without rival. In fact, he was so powerful that even the president treaded carefully around him. Khloe's ex-fiance, Eric, was a member of the Watson family, which had ascended from obscurity to supremacy solely thanks to Henrik. By blood, Eric was Henrik's nephew. So, if her marriage to Eric pushed through, Henrik would be her husband's uncle. Khloe's stepsister, Sloane, had maneuvered her into offering herself to Karl Russell. Though Karl held sway in the city, he was nothing against Henrik's underworld might. It was like comparing a lion to a mouse. As the thought struck her, hope flickered within Khloe. If she could gain Henrik's support, she might escape her forced sacrifice, and her mother could be saved. Steadying her breath, she asked tentatively, "Since I just helped you, could I ask you a favor?" Henrik's gaze sharpened, eyes gleaming with intrigue. It was the first time a woman had faced him with such poise, especially after witnessing him kill so many people. Interest piqued, Henrik strode towards Khloe with an almost lazy confidence, each step measured and unhurried. His sculpted fingers pinched her chin, lifting it so she was looking right at him. He held her gaze as he studied her with a trace of amusement in his eyes. His voice, low and rich, sent a chill through the air. "Do you have any idea who you're talking to? Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?" A shiver raced through Khloe's heart. His presence was overwhelming, like a storm cloud closing in, suffocating in its intensity. He was dangerous--merely speaking to him was like playing with fire. But she had nowhere else to turn; Henrik was her only chance. "I have a Ph.D. in chemistry and medicine, along with patents--highly profitable ones. If you help me, I can make you money," she said, voice steady but with a glint of desperation. Henrik shook his head, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "Money?" he murmured, his fingers brushing her cheek. "Do I look like I lack money?" The scent of bl**d clung faintly to his skin, chilling her even as he remained outwardly gentle. Khloe's guard went up instinctively, her body tensing beneath his touch. "What do you want?" she ventured cautiously. "If it's within my power, I'm willing to exchange anything." A spark flickered in Henrik's dark eyes, something enigmatic and unreadable. He let his gaze drift over her as if considering her offer. "Anything, you say?" All of a sudden, he let out a chilling laugh. "Then I want this." In one swift motion, he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close. And there, before all his men, he kissed her. Chapter 4 Decisive Action The kiss came unexpectedly. Khloe was caught off guard, unable to respond in time. Henrik's subordinates stood frozen, their eyes wide with disbelief. They had all worked for him for years, and never once had they seen him so close with a woman. Henrik had always been the type to keep his distance from women. In the past, women who approached him either ended up as fish food or were sent to toil in the mines at his orders. What kind of spell had this woman cast? How was it that she managed to make Henrik abandon all his usual rules, and all on their very first meeting? As the crowd remained stunned and puzzled, Khloe's thoughts swirled in chaos, making it impossible to think straight. Henrik's kiss was overwhelming, like a storm crashing down on her, leaving her breathless and dizzy. She found herself trapped in his arms, held so tightly it felt as though she were a flower caught in a violent storm. Yet she was anything but fragile. Once the shock wore off, a surge of anger rose within her. For years, she had endured humiliation, her fall from grace plunging her into the darkest depths. But giving up was never an option; she had always been plotting her revenge. It was only natural that she refused to yield. Without hesitation, she wrapped her arms around his neck and returned the kiss with equal ferocity. After all, what harm could a kiss do? And the man was both devastatingly handsome and of high standing. She would not suffer any losses. She skillfully fought back with her t**gue, refusing to let him dominate her entirely. Instead of pulling back, she met his intensity head-on, taking the lead. What began as a one-sided kiss quickly transformed into a fierce exchange, each of them vying for control, pushing and pulling in a heated battle for dominance. The kiss was fierce and all-consuming, each second more passionate than the last, until they were both gasping for air. When they finally pulled away, their lips were swollen and stained with bl**d, a testament to the intensity of the moment. Henrik let go of Khloe, his hand brushing against the corner of his mouth where her teeth had left their mark. His gaze was intense, locking onto her with a depth that seemed to pierce right through her. Khloe held his stare steadily, not flinching or showing even the slightest sign of discomfort. Her fearless attitude earned her the respect of those watching. It was clear now why Henrik was drawn to her. She was bold, with a courage that couldn't be ignored. She had the audacity to bite Henrik's lips, unafraid of the consequences. Henrik continued to gaze at Khloe, a growing satisfaction building within him. The sting on his lips reminded him sharply of what had just happened. The woman standing before him, with a face as stunning as an angel's, was no delicate flower. She was a thorny rose, and anyone foolish enough to underestimate her would undoubtedly pay the price. But that was exactly what made her so captivating--it was the danger beneath the beauty that drew him in. "Mr. Watson, is everything to your liking?" Khloe asked, breaking the stillness. "Yes, let's go," Henrik replied with a smile. "Now, let's take care of your little issue." ...... What happens next? 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Novia del Seรฑor Millonario | El hombre con el que la chica saliรณ durante 3 aรฑos la engaรฑรณ con una heredera adinerada y la abandonรณ. Devastada, ella fue a un bar para desahogarse, pero no esperaba que pasara una noche apasionante con un desconocido. ===== Era de noche y acababa de tener relaciones s*xuales con un hombre que no conocรญa. No soy una mu**rzuela. Hice eso porque estaba muy triste. El novio con el que habรญa estado saliendo por tres aรฑos me dijo que no era amable, considerada ni s*nsual antes de irse a Inglaterra con una mujer rica. A pesar de que, ante mis amigos, aparentaba ser fuerte, estaba muy triste, asรญ que, para animarme, fui sola a un bar y bebรญ mucho. Fue en ese bar donde conocรญ a ese hombre, del cual ni siquiera recordaba su apariencia. De pronto, escuchรฉ el sonido del agua corriendo. รl estaba tomando una ducha. Abrรญ los ojos lentamente y vi que estaba en una lujosa habitaciรณn de huรฉspedes. El sol de la maรฑana brillaba sobre las sรกbanas, la r**a interior y los zapatos que estaban tirados sobre la alfombra. Levantรฉ el edredรณn y mirรฉ mi cuerpo d*snudo, que estaba lleno de marcas de b**os apasionados. Cerrรฉ los ojos y algunos recuerdos pasaron por mi mente. Casi todos eran fragmentos de lo que habรญa pasado ayer. El hombre habรญa presionado mi cuerpo contra el suyo... Tenรญa que admitir que las habilidades del hombre en la c*ma no eran tan malas... Oh, no, ese no era el momento para pensar en esas cosas. Nunca me habรญa acostado con un extraรฑo. En aquel entonces, no sabรญa cรณmo afrontar todo lo que habรญa pasado. Pensรฉ en huir antes de que el hombre saliera del baรฑo y me viera, asรญ que me levantรฉ de la cama, me vestรญ, cogรญ mi bolso y caminรฉ de puntillas hasta la puerta. Sin embargo, la puerta del baรฑo se abriรณ antes de que pudiera huir y vi a un hombre muy guapo. Tenรญa cabello grueso y dorado y un rostro muy atractivo. A travรฉs de su bata de baรฑo, que estaba un poco suelta, podรญa ver el contorno de los mรบsculos de su pecho. รl era muy fuerte y s*nsual. Mi corazรณn empezรณ a latir muy rรกpido. No podรญa controlar mis emociones. Este hombre era mucho mรกs guapo que el desgraciado de mi exnovio. De repente, el recuerdo de nuestra noche de pasiรณn volviรณ a aparecer en mi mente... al darme cuenta de lo que habรญa pasado entre nosotros, sentรญ que mis mejillas ardรญan. Neguรฉ con la cabeza, intentando sacar esos recuerdos de mi mente. Me abaniquรฉ con la mano para calmar mi agitado corazรณn, pero fue inรบtil. En comparaciรณn con mi inquietud y mi ansiedad, el hombre estaba muy tranquilo. Cuando levantรฉ la vista, me percatรฉ de que รฉl me estaba mirando de pies a cabeza, como si estuviera examinando un producto. Vi que la comisura de sus labios se torcรญa y que mostraba una expresiรณn desdeรฑosa. ยฟPor quรฉ estaba haciendo esa mueca? El hombre caminรณ hacia la cama y cogiรณ su billetera. Dentro, vi que tenรญa un fajo grueso de billetes. ยฟQuรฉ significaba esto? ยฟรl querรญa pagarme por eso? ยฟPretendรญa tratarme como una pr*stituta? Me sentรญ muy ofendida y decidรญ contraatacar. De inmediato, saquรฉ los 150 dรณlares que tenรญa en mi bolso y los tirรฉ sobre la sรกbana antes de que รฉl pudiera darme el dinero. Me crucรฉ de brazos y fingรญ estar tranquila. "Aunque eres guapo, no tienes muy buen fรญsico y tus habilidades en la c*ma no son muy buenas", dije, mirรกndolo fijamente. "Esto es todo lo que vales". Dije eso a propรณsito, ya que, como estaba cara a cara con un hombre que querรญa humillarme, no querรญa que รฉl se diera cuenta de que ahora no tenรญa mucho dinero. "ยฟQuรฉ dijiste?" El hombre preguntรณ. Por su tono de voz, se notaba que estaba furioso. Como yo ya habรญa dicho lo que sentรญa, no podรญa retractarme. No importaba lo avergonzada que estuviera, tenรญa que obligarme a mantener la calma. Para hacer mi actuaciรณn un poco mรกs creรญble, me acerquรฉ al hombre y le di unas palmaditas en el hombro. "Te sugiero que me hagas un descuento y que mejores tus habilidades", le dije en un tono serio. "Una vez que hayas obtenido mรกs experiencia, puedes cobrar mรกs". Despuรฉs de esto, me volteรฉ y me fui lo mรกs rรกpido que pude. No obstante, mientras huรญa, pude escuchar al hombre exclamar: "ยกM*ldita sea!" Lo habรญa hecho enojar... Capรญtulo 2 Bella: ยกEra รฉl! No me atrevรญa a detenerme y caminรฉ mรกs rรกpido. Si el hombre intentaba usar su fuerza para frenarme, era obvio que yo no fuera rival para รฉl. Por fortuna, no intentรณ alcanzarme. Todavรญa tenรญa miedo y estaba temblando cuando salรญ del hotel. Puse mi mano sobre mi agitado corazรณn, agradeciendo que habรญa sido muy rรกpida al huir. En el futuro, ya no tendrรญa nada que ver con ese hombre, puesto que no sabรญa su nombre ni dรณnde vivรญa. Ya no tenรญa que preocuparme mรกs por รฉl, asรญ que me sentรญ mรกs relajada. Despuรฉs de desayunar, decidรญ ir a la empresa y, cuando estaba a medio camino, recibรญ una llamada de Susan, mi madre. "Hija, tu tรญo John cumple 60 aรฑos hoy", me djio cuando contestรฉ. "Vamos a celebrar con un banquete en el hotel Conrad. Tienes que ir". "No, mamรก. No quiero ir". Respondรญ. Sabรญa que, si iba al banquete, tendrรญa que ver a mi padre y a mi madrastra. Pese a que ya era adulta, mi padre nos habรญa engaรฑado a mรญ y a mi madre y yo aรบn no podรญa perdonarlo. "Tu tรญo John y tu tรญa Carter siempre han sido muy buenos contigo", mi madre dijo, intentando persuadirme. "Ellos fueron los que me dijeron que te invite". Yo sabรญa que mis tรญos siempre se habรญan portado bien conmigo. Cuando mi padre nos dejรณ, yo tenรญa menos de diez aรฑos. En ese entonces, si no hubiera sido por el tรญo John y la tรญa Carter, la vida de mi madre y la mรญa hubiera sido mucho mรกs difรญcil de lo que habรญa sido. "Estรก bien, irรฉ". Respondรญ, despuรฉs de pensarlo por un momento. "Por favor, no causes problemas cuando veas a tu padre". Mi madre me pidiรณ en un tono suplicante. "No te preocupes que ni รฉl ni yo causaremos problemas". Dije antes de colgar el telรฉfono. En aquel entonces, mi madre se habรญa arrodillado en el suelo, delante de mi padre, suplicรกndole que no nos dejara. Mientras no se divorciaran y รฉl pudiera darnos un hogar a las dos, ella habรญa estado dispuesta a ignorar el amorรญo que รฉl tenรญa. Sin embargo, el desgraciado de mi padre no habรญa estado satisfecho con ese arreglo y al final no solo se divorciรณ de mi madre, sino que tambiรฉn se habรญa llevado todo el dinero que teniamos, dejรกndonos sin un solo centavo y sin un lugar dรณnde vivir. Despuรฉs de eso, solo mi madre y yo sabรญamos lo mucho que habรญamos sufrido... Cuando lleguรฉ a la empresa, despejรฉ mi mente de esos recuerdos amargos. Habรญa llegado justo a tiempo. Fui hacia mi escritorio y Joey Farmiga, mi colega, se acercรณ a mรญ. "Hola, querida", me saludรณ. Estaba de buen humor esta maรฑana. "ยฟNo terminaste con tu novio? No se nota tu tristeza". Yo solรญa tener una buena relaciรณn con Joey y sabรญa que no habรญa dicho eso con malas intenciones. "Anoche me gastรฉ 150 dรณlares en un pr*stituto, para consolar mi corazรณn herido", dije con una sonrisa. "ยฟTan poco?" Joey preguntรณ, curvando los labios. "Un hombre tan barato no puede haber sido muy bueno". Tan pronto como escuchรฉ esto, supe que Joey no se lo habรญa tomado en serio. Solรญamos hacernos todo tipo de bromas. Cualquiera que nos escuchara, pensarรญa que รฉramos personas muy lib*rales, que solรญan contratar pr*stitutos y pagar por divertirse, pero la verdad era que, en la vida real รฉramos conservadoras y no tenรญamos la mente tan abierta como aparentรกbamos. Incluso si le habรญa dicho a Joey directamente que habรญa t**ido r**aciones con un pr*stituto la noche anterior, ella pensรณ que estaba bromeando. No creรญa que eso fuera verdad. Decidรญ no explicarle, solo sonreรญ y me quedรฉ callada. "Por cierto", Joey dijo, cambiando el tema. "Acabo de escuchar que la empresa tiene un nuevo jefe". "Yo soy solo una asistente", respondรญ. Mi estado de รกnimo era muy tranquilo, como un lago sin olas. "No me importa quiรฉn sea el nuevo jefe". No obstante, Joey siguiรณ. "Escuchรฉ que es el heredero del Grupo Wharton y que su padre es un alto funcionario del gobierno y su madre es la presidenta de la sede", explicรณ. "Tambiรฉn escuchรฉ que es guapo y joven. Ahora, todas las mujeres de la empresa se mueren por ver si los rumores son ciertos". Mientras mรกs hablaba, mรกs se emocionaba. "Suena como alguien inalcanzable", respondรญ. "No creo que alguna de nosotras estรฉ a su altura". Todavรญa estaba muy tranquila, ya que no podรญa fantasear con un hombre con el que no tenรญa ninguna chance. Al mismo tiempo, Gary Ackerman, mi superior, vino hasta donde Joey y yo estรกbamos. "El nuevo jefe va a asumir el cargo", me dijo, muy serio. "Todo el personal que tenga un puesto por encima del de gerente de departamento tiene que ir a la sala de conferencias, para la reuniรณn de presentaciรณn". Me apresurรฉ a tomar mi libreta y mi bolรญgrafo y lo seguรญ. De pronto, Joey me mirรณ y parpadeรณ un par de veces. Cuando la vi, me di cuenta que querรญa que le tomara una foto al nuevo jefe. Sin embargo, al entrar a la sala de conferencias, vi que estaba llena de gente. Yo solo era una asistente, asรญ que me fui a una esquina a sentarme. De hecho, no estaba interesada en el nuevo jefe en absoluto. En ese momento, en lo รบnico que podรญa pensar era en el rostro del hombre de esta maรฑana. Me acordรฉ en la expresiรณn que puso cuando le entreguรฉ los 150 dรณlares y no pude evitar taparme la boca y reรญrme. Ahora que lo pensaba bien, tenรญa que admitir que habรญa ido muy lejos. Pero el hombre me habรญa mirado con desprecio. Ademรกs, habรญa sacado su billetera y pretendรญa pagarme, como si fuera una pr*stituta. Yo solo habรญa usado su mismo mรฉtodo y habรญa hecho lo mismo que รฉl querรญa hacer. De repente, volvรญ a la realidad al escuchar que todos los asistentes empezaban a aplaudir. Un hombre guapo, que vestรญa un traje negro, entrรณ en la sala de conferencias rodeado de gente. Me quedรฉ mirando ese hermoso rostro por varios segundos sin poder cerrar la boca por la sorpresa. ยฟPor quรฉ รฉl estaba aquรญ? Pensรฉ que algo andaba mal con mi vista y me frotรฉ los ojos. Cuando los volvรญ a abrir, me di cuenta que el nuevo jefe era el hombre con el que me habรญa acostado la noche anterior. Habรญa gastado 150 dรณiares para a*ostarme con รฉl y ahora veรญa que ese hombre era el nuevo jefe. ยกDios mรญo! ยฟEra demasiado tarde para salir corriendo de ahรญ? Capรญtulo 3 Bella: Ofendiendo al jefe Habรญa gastado 150 dรณlares para a*ostarme con un pr*stituto que, al final, habรญa terminado siendo el nuevo jefe. No podรญa creerlo. Era demasiado insรณlito para ser verdad. De pronto, me acordรฉ de lo que le habรญa dicho al nuevo jefe... que sus habilidades en la c*ma no eran muy buenas y que deberรญa hacerme un descuento... ยกDios mรญo! ยฟPor quรฉ le habรญa dicho eso? Si llegaba a reconocerme, ยฟme despedirรญa? No, no me podรญan despedir. Mi madre y mi hermana todavรญa necesitaban que las ayude con los gastos. Tenรญa que calmarme. No podรญa perder los estribos. Respirรฉ hondo un par de veces y tratรฉ de mantener la calma, pero me temblaban las piernas. Mirรฉ al hombre que estaba sentado frente a mรญ y me asegurรฉ de que no notara mi presencia. Solo asรญ me sentรญ un poco aliviada. Bajรฉ la cabeza y cubrรญ mi rostro con mi largo cabello. Ahora todo lo que deseaba era que Herbert Wharton, el nuevo jefe de la empresa, no me prestara atenciรณn. Por fortuna, habรญa mucha gente en la sala de conferencias, asรญ que lo mรกs probable era que no me haya visto. Cada segundo que tuve que estar en ese lugar fue una tortura para mรญ. Por fin, la reuniรณn llegรณ a su final y respirรฉ un poco mรกs tranquila, ahora que, al parecer, las cosas habรญan salido mejor de las que me esperaba. Parecรญa que Herbert no se habรญa dado cuenta que yo estaba ahรญ. Cuando llegรณ el momento de salir de la sala de conferencias, me apresurรฉ en pararme y escaparme en medio de la multitud. Al regresar a la oficina, lo primero que hice fue llevar a Joey a un lado y contarle lo que habรญa pasado. Joey me miraba boquiabierta. Estaba en shock. "Tuviste mucha suerte de a*ostarte con el nuevo jefe". "Deja de bromear", le respondรญ. "Me preocupa que quiera vengarse de mรญ y termine despidiรฉndome. Todavรญa tengo que ayudar a mi madre y a mi hermana a pagar sus gastos. No puedo perder mi trabajo". Estaba muy ansiosa y me volvรญ a arrepentir de mi comportamiento errรกtico. ยฟPor quรฉ habรญa tenido que ir a ese bar a beber sola? ยฟPor quรฉ tuve una a*entura de una n*che con un hombre que no conocรญa? ยฟPor quรฉ le paguรฉ 150 dรณlares? ยฟPor quรฉ le dije que sus habilidades en la c*ma no eran buenas? Me encontraba en una situaciรณn muy difรญcil. Sin embargo, Joey se encogiรณ de hombros. "No te preocupes", me dijo, tratando de consolarme. "Tal vez รฉl ni siquiera te vio". Aun asรญ, antes de que ella pudiera terminar de hablar, se escuchรณ la voz del gerente. "Bella, el Sr. Wharton quiere que vayas a su oficina cuanto antes". Dijo. Fui a la oficina del nuevo jefe sintiรฉndome nerviosa e inquieta. Al entrar en la oficina, vi a ese hombre que ahora era familiar y mi respiraciรณn se acelerรณ. La รบltima vez que lo habรญa visto habรญa sido en el hotel. รl habรญa estado en bata. Ahora, tenรญa puesto un traje y era el nuevo jefe de la empresa. La vida siempre estaba llena de sorpresas. Desde que di un paso dentro de la oficina, รฉl habรญa estado revisando documentos en su escritorio, como si no hubiera notado mi presencia. "Sr. Wharton", dije en un tono halagador, despuรฉs de respirar hondo. "ยฟMe estaba buscando?" รl levantรณ la mirada y, rรกpidamente, sonreรญ. No querรญa ofenderlo de nuevo. Mucho menos ahora que era el jefe de la empresa. Por su parte, Herbert me miraba de pies a cabeza con sus ojos hostiles y llenos de desdรฉn. En resumen, me estaba haciendo sentir muy incรณmoda. Odiaba mucho su mirada. Era muy desdeรฑosa, como si estuviera mirando a una hormiga o a un bicho. De todos modos, todavรญa tenรญa que trabajar en su empresa, asรญ que todo lo que podรญa hacer era aguantarme. Eventualmente, dejรณ el bolรญgrafo a un lado y se recostรณ en el amplio asiento de cuero. "No me imaginaba que las trabajadoras de la empresa fueran tan lib*rales", dijo con frialdad. "En serio no me esperaba eso". Su frรญa voz y sus provocativas palabras hicieron que respondiera sin pensar. "Pues parece que su vida privada tambiรฉn estรก llena de sorpresas". Dije. 'Somos iguales', pensรฉ para mis adentros. 'Si yo soy una p*rvertida, entonces tรบ eres un m*jeriego'. Al escuchar esto, la expresiรณn de Herbert, el nuevo jefe, se volviรณ muy fea. Parecรญa que habรญa vuelto a ofender a mi jefe... Capรญtulo 4 Bella: Nuestra ambigua relaciรณn Bajรฉ la cabeza de inmediato. A pesar de que estaba feliz de haberle dicho lo que se merecรญa, me sentรญa un poco arrepentida de haberlo hecho. Al fin y al cabo, querรญa seguir trabajando en Wharton Group. No debรญ haber actuado de manera tan impulsiva. Despuรฉs de decir eso, la oficina se quedรณ en completo silencio. Incluso se podรญan escuchar nuestras respiraciones. Levantรฉ la vista para ver el rostro del jefe y vi que me estaba mirando con una expresiรณn muy complicada. No tenรญa idea lo que รฉl estaba pensando. De pronto, lo vi sacar 150 dรณlares de su billetera y ponerlos frente a mรญ. "Seรฑorita Stepanek, creo es necesario que le deje en claro que, aparte de ser el jefe de la sede del Grupo Wharton, no tengo ningรบn otro trabajo", dijo en un tono de voz muy serio. "Por eso le pido que acepte los 150 dรณlares de vuelta". Estaba atรณnita, ยฟentonces รฉl me habรญa hecho venir hasta su oficina solo para demostrarme que no era un pr*stituto? "Entiendo lo que quiere decir", respondรญ con una sonrisa. Suspirรฉ, aliviada, para mis adentros. Tal vez las cosas no eran tan serias como pensaba. Sin embargo, cuando extendรญ la mano para recibir los 150 dรณlares, รฉl puso otros 100 dรณlares. Esto me dejรณ muy sorprendida y lo mirรฉ, desconcertada. "ยฟSeรฑor Wharton?" Preguntรฉ, confundida. "Estos 100 dรณlares son tu recompensa, por lo que hicimos anoche", dijo con un aire de superioridad. "Como no eres muy buena en la c*ma, esto es todo lo que vales". 'M*ldita sea', pensรฉ para mรญ misma. Tenรญa muchas ganas de insultarlo en voz alta. Lo que me habรญa querido decir era que yo era incluso mรกs barata que un pr*stituto sin talento que valรญa 150 dรณlares. ยฟSolo valรญa 100 dรณlares? Me sentรญ muy desdichada, pero no querรญa perder mi trabajo, asรญ que, aunque estaba furiosa, no podรญa demostrarlo. Respirรฉ hondo para calmar mi ira. Luego cogรญ los 250 dรณlares. "Si eso es todo, regresarรฉ a trabajar". Dije. Salรญ corriendo de la oficina del nuevo jefe y, tan pronto como regresรฉ a mi cubรญculo, Joey se me acercรณ. "ยฟPor quรฉ te estaba buscando?" Me preguntรณ. "Para decirme que, aparte de este, no tenรญa otro trabajo", respondรญ despuรฉs de pensarlo por un momento. "ยฟEso fue todo?" Joey insistiรณ. No podรญa decirle lo que pasรณ despuรฉs de esto. Me sentรญa muy avergonzada. "Eso fue todo", dije, encongiรฉndome de hombros. "Quรฉ aburrido", Joey exclamรณ. Se veรญa muy descontenta. "ยฟEstรกs decepcionada?" Preguntรฉ. Al oรญr esto, Joey se riรณ. "Pensรฉ que te estaba buscando para seguir con su relaciรณn am*rosa". Dijo. "No estoy interesada". Respondรญ a toda prisa. "ยฟNo estรกs interesada?" Joey dijo, indignada. "Por Dios, ยฟsabes quรฉ dirรญan los demรกs si supieran que te a*ostaste con el nuevo jefe?" Suspirรณ. "ยฟSabes cuรกntas mujeres estarรญan celosas de ti?" Preguntรณ, mirando la foto de Herbert en su telรฉfono. Solo bastรณ unas cuantas horas para que la foto del nuevo jefe se vuelva viral en los chats grupales de las trabajadoras de la empresa. "Entonces serรก mejor que mantengas la boca cerrada", le advertรญ. "No quiero ser la envidia de nadie". Sonreรญ, negando con la cabeza. No obstante, Joey no quiso dejarme ir tan fรกcil. "Oye, dime, ยฟquรฉ se siente t*ner s*xo con el jefe?" Preguntรณ, arqueando las cejas. Levantรฉ una ceja y sentรญ que me estaba sonrojando. "Es... como cualquier otro hombre", dije, pese a que mi corazรณn estaba latiendo muy rรกpido al recordar la noche anterior. "Si no me crees, puedes comprobarlo tรบ misma". "Ojalรก pudiera". Joey dijo, suspirando. Luego puso los ojos en blanco y regresรณ a su cubรญculo. A pesar de que me habรญa a*ostado con el nuevo jefe, habรญa sido una lรกstima que haya estado tan borracha en ese momento y no pudiera recordar con exactitud todo lo que habรญa sentido. Mientras pensaba en esto, me arrepentรญ un poco. Aun asรญ, ya no tendrรญa otra oportunidad para volver a acostarme con Herbert en el futuro. Si no fuera porque รฉl era el nuevo jefe de la empresa, no habrรญa ninguna conexiรณn entre nosotros. Justo cuando estaba pensando en esto, mi telรฉfono sonรณ. Era una llamada de Susan. Sabรญa que llamaba para recordarme que asistiera a la fiesta de cumpleaรฑos del tรญo John, mรกs tarde. Respirรฉ hondo al pensar en la escena a la que posiblemente tendrรญa que enfrentarme esta noche... Pedรญ permiso para salir temprano del trabajo y, a la una de la tarde, lleguรฉ al Hotel Conrad. Le entreguรฉ su regalo de cumpleaรฑos al tรญo John y dije unas palabras en su honor. Mi padre aรบn no habรญa llegado, y no tenรญa intenciรณn de ver lo felices que รฉl y su am*nte eran. Estaba pensando en irme antes de que รฉl llegara, pero la tรญa Carter me detuvo. "Bella, nos iremos despuรฉs de almorzar", me djio. "Estamos esperando que llegue otro invitado muy importante". "ยฟQuรฉ invitado importante?" Preguntรฉ con curiosidad. El tรญo John y la tรญa Carter eran personas comunes y corrientes, y sus amigos eran personas trabajadoras, como nosotras. ยฟPor quรฉ el tรญo tendrรญa invitados importantes? "Es el hijo de uno de los compaรฑeros de armas de tu tรญo John", la tรญa Carter respondiรณ emocionada. "Ah, por cierto, tambiรฉn es el nuevo jefe de tu empresa". "ยฟQuรฉ?" Exclamรฉ. Estaba atรณnida al escuchar lo que la tรญa Carter habรญa dicho. Herbert otra vez. ยฟPor quรฉ tenรญa que toparme con รฉl donde sea que vaya? Sin embargo, no esperaba que a continuaciรณn รฉl presenciara su momento mรกs vergonzoso... ...... ยฟQuรฉ sucederรก en adelante? Los capรญtulos disponibles son limitados aquรญ, haga click el botรณn abajo para instalar APP y disfrutar leyendo mรกs contenidos maravillosos. 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Read next chapter | On her wedding day, her stepsister set her up, framing her with accusations of promiscuity, academic fraud, and attempted murder. She was personally brought to court by her fiancรฉ and imprisoned for three years, enduring inhuman torment! ===== On the day Khloe Evans was put on trial by her fiance, it was raining heavily. "Khloe Evans, you are suspected of bribing competition judges, academic fraud, and attempted homicide. Do you plead guilty or not?" Inside the silent and solemn courtroom, the judge's gavel echoed, signaling the start of a tense moment. Khloe's bl**dshot eyes were filled with anger and desperation, staring at Eric Watson, her fiance. She couldn't help but sneer. They had spent four years from falling in love to getting married; she had always believed that he loved her deeply and that their married life would be blissful. But on their wedding day, he personally put her on trial because of her stepsister's words. The Watson family was one of the wealthiest and most influential families in the country. No one would dare to offend them for a nobody like her. Khloe said word by word, "I have nothing to say." All along, she thought Eric was the love of her life. But it turned out he had been having an a**air with her stepsister, Sloane Evans. What was more, he had stolen her academic achievements. And now, he falsely accused her of being a m*rderer. He was ruthless. What else could she say? The judge banged his gavel again and gave his verdict. "The court hereby sentences the defendant, Khloe Evans, to eight years in prison and a fine of three hundred thousand dollars." The trial concluded, and the prison guards escorted Khloe. As she walked out of the courtroom, Khloe turned and looked back at Eric, sitting in the plaintiff's seat, her eyes burning with deep hatred and fury. ...... Three years had passed. "Khloe Evans, someone has bailed you out. You're free to go." Upon hearing that, Khloe raised her head, her pale face filled with shock. After suffering from endless torture for three years, she had thought that she was bound to stay there for the full sentence. She didn't expect that she would be released one day. An hour after she was released from prison, Khloe was taken to a hospital. She entered a ward, and her heart clenched when she saw her mother through the ICU door, lying motionless in the hospital bed. With a pale face and various apparatus connected to her body, she looked lifeless. "Mom..." Khloe got all worked up, her voice trembling with emotion. She wanted to open the door and go in. "Stop it! This ward is specially secured. No one is allowed to enter without my permission." A female voice suddenly rang out behind her. Khloe turned around and was surprised to see the person who spoke. "Sloane? My mom severed ties with the Evans family long ago. Why are you still doing this to her?" As she spoke, she glared at Sloane with eyes full of hatred. Sloane looked at Khloe, a flicker of jealousy and disdain flashing across her eyes. Then, she sneered, "Khloe, looks like you are mistaken. I'm saving her. Without me, your mother would have died long ago. Perhaps, by the time you come out of prison, you will only see her tomb." Khloe took a deep breath to calm herself down. "Sloane, stop being so hypocritical. You are saving my mother? Only a fool will believe that. What are you really up to? You're using her to manipulate me, right?" "Khloe, you're as clever as ever. No wonder they called you the rising star of academia. But it's a pity that you are now a convict for attempted murder. And your fate is in my hands," Sloane taunted. "So, today, all you need to do is spend a night with Karl Russell. Then, I'll arrange for your release and your mother's treatment." "Karl Russell? That old man is already in his sixties. Are you out of your mind?" Khloe's eyes widened in disbelief. "So what? Should I care? It's you who are going to sleep with him, not me. As long as you spend one night with him, our family can secure the Russell family's arms deal. It's a very lucrative business. You should feel honored that you are selling out your body to make so much money for us. But if you refuse..." Sloane pointed to the ICU. "I'll have them remove your mom's life support, and she'll die right in front of you. I'll give you five seconds to decide. Five, four, three..." "Fine! I'll go," Khloe agreed in despair. This time, she could no longer suppress the tears she had been holding back. She was left with no choice. For the sake of her mother, she had to do it. After freshening up, Khloe was put into a car. Tonight, she was destined to sleep with a sixty-something disgusting man. And she was still a v**gin. Chapter 2 Henrik Watson That night, the car glided through the deserted streets, headlights cutting into the night's inky darkness. Bang! A g*nshot shattered the silence, deafening and ominously close. Glass sprayed across the seats as the car window exploded, fragments glittering in the dim streetlights. All hell broke loose. Terrified creams echoed in the street as the few remaining shops hurried to lower their shutters. The driver, white-faced and trembling, veered in a panic. The car skidded, tires screeching before slamming into the curb. He slumped forward, unconscious. Beside him, Khloe blinked, disoriented from the impact. Pressing a hand to her throbbing head, she tried to make sense of what had happened. Through the cracked window, she glimpsed flickering orange flames a short distance away. "Oh, no!" She'd stumbled straight into the deadly crossfires of a g*nfight. It was likely a turf war turned ugly by two warring gangs. Steadying herself, Khloe pushed open the door and crouched low, inching towards the roadside. But before she could move further, a figure emerged from the darkness. Tall and powerfully built, he was moving fast. Even though a mask obscured most of his features, she could still see his intense eyes and the proud outline of his nose. A dark stain spread across his side, seeping through his clothes--bl**d. He stumbled towards her, breathing heavily, and collapsed at her feet. Just then, another group of burly men burst from the shadows, each armed to the teeth. Their faces were etched with vicious determination, each bearing a t**too on the hand. "Perfect! He's down. Now, finish him off!" The leader, bald and snarling, held up his g*n and pointed it towards the fallen man. Then, his gaze fell on Khloe. She was dressed to the nines, as she was meant to be a gift for a man tonight. A tight red dress hugged her perfect figure, accentuating her curves and complimenting her porcelain skin. Her glossy hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing a delicate, doll-like face with wide, innocent eyes. In a word, she looked like a vision from a dream--or a man's t**ptation made flesh. The bald man's grin widened, his eyes gleaming with le**erous intent. He had never seen such a beautiful woman before, and he wasn't about to let an opportunity like this slide. "While you're finishing him off, I'll help myself to this beauty." He lunged, shoving Khloe back against the shattered window, pressing his weight against her. "No, please!" she pleaded, her voice trembling as she tried to pull away. "Please don't hurt me." "Why would I hurt a beauty like you?" he taunted, his fingers gripping her shoulder tightly as he leaned closer, his hot breath on her skin. His men jeered behind him, urging him on, enjoying the show. But Khloe's hand moved, almost imperceptibly, reaching into her purse. In one swift, desperate motion, her fingers closed around a pen, and she drove it up into his neck with a fierce thrust. The bald man's eyes widened in shock as bl**d spurted from the wound, his grip loosening. Gone was the look of a damsel in distress; her eyes, which were so full of fear just a second earlier, now glinted with a cold light. What was once a delicate, angelic beauty had transformed into a bl**d-stained rose, dark and dangerous. "B**ch, you're asking for it!" The henchmen froze for a split second, then fury overcame them, and they charged at Khloe with murderous intent. Her voice cut through the chaos, sharp and commanding. "Don't move, or I'll pull the pen out! He'll bleed out on the spot!" The men abruptly stopped in their tracks. No one dared to move a muscle. At this moment, the man who'd been lying motionless suddenly sprang to life, g*n in hand, and unleashed a hail of b*llets on the stunned th*gs. He moved with such agility that it was clear his injury had only been a ruse. Even the bald man Khloe held hostage collapsed in a bl**dy heap, a bullet having shattered his skull in an instant. Khloe spun her head just in time, avoiding the bl**d splatter. But her clothes and legs weren't so lucky; they were stained with bl**d, sticky and warm. "Ugh!" The sickly, metallic scent hit her, and her stomach churned. She couldn't stop herself from retching, knees buckling as she collapsed sideways. But before she hit the ground, an arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her upright. The man's grip was firm, his eyes dancing with amusement. "Feisty little thing, weren't you so badass just a second ago? What happened?" Khloe recoiled, shoving him away, her face twisting in defiance. "Let go of me!" Before she could get another word out, black-clad men suddenly emerged from the shadows, their faces hard, eyes cold. Even the surrounding rooftops showed silhouettes of these men, controlling all sniper points. Each man moved with such deadly precision, and Khloe could tell at a glance that they were all experienced killers. They brandished machine guns and rocket launchers with practiced ease, as though these were everyday items. In a word, they looked like an elite strike force--battle-hardened, lethal. Unexpectedly, one by one, they all started dropping to their knees, as though bowing before a king. Thousands of them bowed in unison. "Awaiting your orders, Mr. Watson," the leader announced reverently. Khloe's breath hitched. "Are you Henrik Watson?" Chapter 3 The Kiss Henrik accepted a handkerchief from his trusted aide, Rhett Foster, wiping the bl**d from his hands with deliberate, almost regal precision. He then removed his mask slowly, revealing a face that could seize anyone's breath. His eyes were dark, magnetic pools, deep enough to pull anyone in. And above his perfectly-shaped lips was a prominent, sculpted nose. His chiseled features conveyed both power and beauty, almost too flawless to belong to any ordinary man. It was the kind of face that could eclipse even the brightest stars in the showbiz. But more than his appearance, it was his aura--commanding, indomitable--that sent shivers down spines. This was a man who held dominion over countless lives. Henrik smiled, a flash of danger glinting in his eyes. "So what if I am?" Khloe's eyes went as wide as saucers. Henrik Watson--that name carried the weight of legend. Henrik had once been a branch member of the Watson family before vanishing into obscurity for ten long years. When he resurfaced, he singlehandedly seized control of the nation's underworld, rendering him a king without rival. In fact, he was so powerful that even the president treaded carefully around him. Khloe's ex-fiance, Eric, was a member of the Watson family, which had ascended from obscurity to supremacy solely thanks to Henrik. By blood, Eric was Henrik's nephew. So, if her marriage to Eric pushed through, Henrik would be her husband's uncle. Khloe's stepsister, Sloane, had maneuvered her into offering herself to Karl Russell. Though Karl held sway in the city, he was nothing against Henrik's underworld might. It was like comparing a lion to a mouse. As the thought struck her, hope flickered within Khloe. If she could gain Henrik's support, she might escape her forced sacrifice, and her mother could be saved. Steadying her breath, she asked tentatively, "Since I just helped you, could I ask you a favor?" Henrik's gaze sharpened, eyes gleaming with intrigue. It was the first time a woman had faced him with such poise, especially after witnessing him kill so many people. Interest piqued, Henrik strode towards Khloe with an almost lazy confidence, each step measured and unhurried. His sculpted fingers pinched her chin, lifting it so she was looking right at him. He held her gaze as he studied her with a trace of amusement in his eyes. His voice, low and rich, sent a chill through the air. "Do you have any idea who you're talking to? Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?" A shiver raced through Khloe's heart. His presence was overwhelming, like a storm cloud closing in, suffocating in its intensity. He was dangerous--merely speaking to him was like playing with fire. But she had nowhere else to turn; Henrik was her only chance. "I have a Ph.D. in chemistry and medicine, along with patents--highly profitable ones. If you help me, I can make you money," she said, voice steady but with a glint of desperation. Henrik shook his head, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "Money?" he murmured, his fingers brushing her cheek. "Do I look like I lack money?" The scent of bl**d clung faintly to his skin, chilling her even as he remained outwardly gentle. Khloe's guard went up instinctively, her body tensing beneath his touch. "What do you want?" she ventured cautiously. "If it's within my power, I'm willing to exchange anything." A spark flickered in Henrik's dark eyes, something enigmatic and unreadable. He let his gaze drift over her as if considering her offer. "Anything, you say?" All of a sudden, he let out a chilling laugh. "Then I want this." In one swift motion, he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close. And there, before all his men, he kissed her. Chapter 4 Decisive Action The kiss came unexpectedly. Khloe was caught off guard, unable to respond in time. Henrik's subordinates stood frozen, their eyes wide with disbelief. They had all worked for him for years, and never once had they seen him so close with a woman. Henrik had always been the type to keep his distance from women. In the past, women who approached him either ended up as fish food or were sent to toil in the mines at his orders. What kind of spell had this woman cast? How was it that she managed to make Henrik abandon all his usual rules, and all on their very first meeting? As the crowd remained stunned and puzzled, Khloe's thoughts swirled in chaos, making it impossible to think straight. Henrik's kiss was overwhelming, like a storm crashing down on her, leaving her breathless and dizzy. She found herself trapped in his arms, held so tightly it felt as though she were a flower caught in a violent storm. Yet she was anything but fragile. Once the shock wore off, a surge of anger rose within her. For years, she had endured humiliation, her fall from grace plunging her into the darkest depths. But giving up was never an option; she had always been plotting her revenge. It was only natural that she refused to yield. Without hesitation, she wrapped her arms around his neck and returned the kiss with equal ferocity. After all, what harm could a kiss do? And the man was both devastatingly handsome and of high standing. She would not suffer any losses. She skillfully fought back with her t**gue, refusing to let him dominate her entirely. Instead of pulling back, she met his intensity head-on, taking the lead. What began as a one-sided kiss quickly transformed into a fierce exchange, each of them vying for control, pushing and pulling in a heated battle for dominance. The kiss was fierce and all-consuming, each second more passionate than the last, until they were both gasping for air. When they finally pulled away, their lips were swollen and stained with bl**d, a testament to the intensity of the moment. Henrik let go of Khloe, his hand brushing against the corner of his mouth where her teeth had left their mark. His gaze was intense, locking onto her with a depth that seemed to pierce right through her. Khloe held his stare steadily, not flinching or showing even the slightest sign of discomfort. Her fearless attitude earned her the respect of those watching. It was clear now why Henrik was drawn to her. She was bold, with a courage that couldn't be ignored. She had the audacity to bite Henrik's lips, unafraid of the consequences. Henrik continued to gaze at Khloe, a growing satisfaction building within him. The sting on his lips reminded him sharply of what had just happened. The woman standing before him, with a face as stunning as an angel's, was no delicate flower. She was a thorny rose, and anyone foolish enough to underestimate her would undoubtedly pay the price. But that was exactly what made her so captivating--it was the danger beneath the beauty that drew him in. "Mr. Watson, is everything to your liking?" Khloe asked, breaking the stillness. "Yes, let's go," Henrik replied with a smile. "Now, let's take care of your little issue." ...... What happens next? 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No | 2025-01-30 18:45 | active | 2371 | 0 | ๐Attention! Do not read in public๏ผ๐ | As the daughter of Alpha, I was tortured since I was 6 years old, and more tragically, I was forced to marry the demon Alpha who killed his 9 ex-girlfriends... Neah "Where is she?" I hear the Beta scream. I groan and rise to my feet, grabbing the cleaning basket before heading over. The moment Beta Kyle sees me, he strides towards me and his hand slices against my cheek. I don't make a sound. Years of experience has taught me to keep my mouth shut at all times. "Alpha Trey and I are expecting company and you still have not cleaned the office." Beta Kyle spits at me. I nod my head and my hand tightens on the cleaning basket. If only I could find the courage to swing it at his head, it would make my day. But I didn't need another week locked up with no food. My stomach already hurt enough. "We are trying to make a good impression on Alpha Dane. Don't you understand how important it is for us to join ourselves with his pack?!" I don't answer, It's a trap, a ploy to provoke me into saying something that would justify punishment. I keep my eyes lowered, avoiding his gaze. Alpha Dane, I had only ever heard rumours about him. He was a ruthless man, a Wolf feared by others. He didn't mess around and he had the largest pack. "He is the Alpha of Black Shadow, the biggest pack in the world, we need him!" We had never been attacked and we had never attacked anyone, so why did we need another pack to help us? He grabs my shoulders, his nails digging into my skin as he turns me around and kicks me into the office. "Useless Wolf." He mutters as he moves away. Quietly closing the door, I lean against it, observing the already clean office. It looked perfectly fine for a meeting with this so-called powerful Alpha. Closing my eyes, I slide down to the floor. I hated this house. I thought that when I turned eighteen, I could finally escape, but four years later, here I still am, a slave in my own home. Doing all the dirty tasks for my brother, Alpha Trey and the pack. While my ex mate, Beta Kyle waltzes around reminding me of how worthless I am. Someone clears their throat and I freeze, I thought I was alone. Leaning forward, I see a handsome man sitting in a chair, just around the corner. A foot propped up on his knee as he nurses a glass of alcohol. His short hair is dark and his eyes are a deep crimson colour, that don't quite look right. They suddenly shift to me and I throw myself back against the door as my heart pounded. "Is this the way you greet all Alphas?" His deep voice rumbles through the room, there was an edge of amusement to his tone. "I'm sorry." I whisper, getting to my feet. "I...I thought I was alone." I had no idea who he was but I could feel the power radiating off of him, even without my Wolf. "Come forward." He orders and I already feel a lump forming in my throat. Alpha Trey wil kill me. I step around the corner, doing as I'm told, allowing him to see me properly. I close my eyes, expecting the worst. "You smell funny. Yet you are a Wolf, correct?" I nod, though I couldn't tell how he was going to react. Most laughed when they found out about me. "I would prefer it if you spoke to me." He growls, "I'm not in the mood to play games." "Yes." I whisper. I couldn't help but think of all the punishments I was going to have to endure. A whipping maybe? Starvation for another week? "Why do you smell strange? And how is it possible for you to not know I was in the room? You should have scented me." "I..." I hated the question. "You should open your eyes when you are talking to someone. It's rude to not look at them. Has your Alpha not taught you anything?" His deep voice sends a shiver through me. Slowly, I open my eyes and lower them, there was no way I was making eye contact."My Wolf abilities were bound," I mutter. Twice, I wanted to add. Twice my abilities were bound. But he probably wasn't interested in that part. He leans forward, I could feel him staring at me, "Why would someone do that?" If this is the Alpha that my brother is supposed to be meeting with, I knew I could screw everything up for him by saying too much. "It was a punishment." I whisper. It wasn't far from the entire truth. There's a twitch in his cheek. Was he angry to hear of such a punishment? Or maybe, just like the others, he was amused by it. I couldn't tell. The door swings open and my brother screeches at me "Neah, what are you doing in my office?" He turns to the crimson eyed man. "I am so sorry that my sister is bothering you, Alpha Dane." Crap, it's him. My brother spins around, hand poised to hit me. I close my eyes, bracing myself, ready to feel the burn. "I wouldn't do that if I were you."Peeking through slits, I see Alpha Dane has risen to his feet, his hand coiled around my brother's wrist. He is taller than my brother, more muscly too. "Neah," My name rolls off of his tongue, "was kindly showing me to your office, Alpha Trey, as you failed to meet me at the front of your house like I requested." What? I had no idea what he was talking about. And he had no reason to lie for me. My brother glares at me, clenching his jaw tight. "Go and get Beta Kyle." Alpha Trey seethes. "Tell him our guest is here." I nod my head and hurry from the room, the last thing I wanted was to be caught between bickering men. "Beta Kyle," I whisper as I enter the dining hall. He instantly glares at me with his dark eyes. I had spoken without being spoken to. "Alpha Trey is in the office with Alpha Dane. I was sent to inform you." He slams the newspaper down on the table and glares at me as he walks by. "You're lucky that the Alpha sent you to get me, otherwise you wouldn't see sunlight for a few days." Pausing behind me, he yanks my head back, locking his fingers in my hair, leaning in close to me, I feel his hot breath on my skin. He doesn't speak, it was just his way of proving that he could do what he wants when he wants. I try to keep myself busy so I can stay as far away from the office as possible. My peace doesn't last long when I hear my brother calling out to me. Quietly, I pad towards the office and plaster a smile on my face as I open the door. "Neah, go get the champagne and some glasses, we are celebrating." I bow my head and hurry to the drinks cabinet. Quickly finding what my brother has asked for. As I re-enter the office, I can feel Alpha Dane watching my every move, even the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. No one ever watches me this closely. "Neah is your sister, correct?" Alpha Dane questions my brother. "She is." Alpha Trey mutters with disgust. He looks away from me to focus on the man asking questions. "Why do you treat her like trash?" Straight to the point, my brother wouldn't like that. He only liked sharing information on his terms. No one had spoken to my brother about his treatment of me because everyone took great joy in beating me. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't move but I knew I had to get out of there. If this deal goes to pot because of me, then that would be my fault too. "Neah was responsible for our parents' death." Alpha Trey spits I closed my eyes, battling back the tears that were threatening to break free. "Responsible how?" Alpha Dane's voice rumbles through me. He was definitely angry. "She served them Wolfsbane." Don't make a sound. Don't make a sound. I knew Alpha Dane was studying me. They all did, no one could ever quite believe how someone could do something so disgusting as poisoning their own parents. I stood there, with my head hanging low, wishing for the ground to open up and suck me in. There are movements around me. He was standing directly in front of me. With a rough finger he tilts my face up towards his, forcing me to look at him. "You poisoned your parents?" "I was six." I splutter. "I just made them lemonade." My voice comes out all squeaky as I try to defend myself. I could barely remember my parents, but I could remember all the guilt I had been made to feel since that day. His crimson eyes flash to my brothers. "Hardly seems fair to blame a six year old." "A six year old should know the difference between plants." Alpha Trey snaps "Sounds to me like she was set up." Alpha Dane shrugs his shoulders, letting go of me. "You weren't there, Alpha Dane." My brother muttered through gritted teeth as his eyes narrowed to slits. "I didn't ask you here to talk about my slave!" Alpha Dane grabs his leather jacket from the chair. Unlike other Alpha's he seemed to dress more casually. A simple black tee and jeans covered his huge frame. And unlike other Alpha's, his arms are bare of tattoos, not a single bit of ink poked out anywhere. "You're right and now I have a few things to mull over." "I thought we agreed." My brother exclaims "Nothing has been signed. Now I will show myself out." The moment he is out of the office, both my brother and Beta Kyle round on me. "What the heck did you say to him?" My brother demands, slamming a hand into my stomach. "N...nothing. Well, he just asked me why I smelled funny." "Did you tell him?" Beta Kyle demands. He was practically spitting in my face. I hated him. I hated him so much that I had vowed to one day get my revenge and rip his stomach out through his mouth. "WELL?" My brother yells when I don't immediately respond and smacks me across the side of the head. My head involuntarily moves up and down. "But I didn't say it was you." I tried to sound strong and confident but it just comes out as a whisper. My brother's hand locks into my black hair as he yanks my head back, sending a shooting pain through my skull. "If you have ruined this, you won't see daylight again." He drags me by my hair from the office and down the hallway towards the basement door. "Pleaseโฆ." I beg. "He was an AlphaโฆIโฆ I had to answer him." My cheeks burn with my tears as he flings the door open. On the other side of the door is Alpha Dane. He is leaning against the wall with his arms folded, staring out at us. My brother's hand falls from my hair, relieving the pressure on the back of my skull... "Alpha Dane, I thought you had left." Alpha Trey murmurs angrily. "I said I would show myself out. I thought I had found the door, but instead I find a basement, riddled in your sister's strange scent. Is this how you treat your family?" "As I said," my brother holds his ground, "She is responsible for the death of my parents, so yes, this is what she deserves." "You should keep your nose out of other packs' business!" Beta Kyle adds. Alpha Dane laughs. "If I agree to this deal, everything about your business becomes my business. So tell me, what would your punishment be for her? No food, locked away for a week, beatings?" Both Alpha Trey and Beta Kyle hold their tongues. There was no reason for him to defend me and yet he was. I was a nobody, no one special. Just who everyone called a traitor. Only instead of being given a death sentence, my brother had decided to make me spend my life suffering. I see those crimson eyes land on my swollen face. "I have a proposition for you, Alpha Trey." Alpha Dane speaks up again. "We have already agreed on terms." "Well, I'm adding one. And if you don't agree, you will not get my help. Instead, you will become my enemy. And we both know, you don't want that." "I take it that your new terms have something to do with her?" Alpha Trey mutters through clenched teeth. "You would be correct. Let me take her away to my pack and then you, Trey will have a deal." Me? Why would he want me? As my brother and his Beta discuss me, Alpha Dane is still studying me. His look made me nervous. What could someone like him possibly want with me? "Deal." Alpha Trey sticks out his hand for Alpha Dane to shake. He doesn't take it, instead his crimson eyes shift from me to my brother. "I will have paperwork drawn up and will return tomorrow." He reaches a hand out and cups my face, "Ensure you have everything packed." He drags his thumb across my bottom lip and strides to the opposite end of the hallway and straight to the front door. He knew exactly where the front door was, so what was he up to? He pauses at the door. "If I find out any one of you has laid a hand on her. The contract will be the last thing you need to worry about." He struts out, slamming the door behind him. After Dane leaves, my brother grabs me by the collar. "You think you're going to have a good life if you follow Alpha Dane out of here? Don't be naive!" He continues in a vicious voice. 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Yes | 2025-01-30 18:45 | active | 2371 | 0 | Read next chapter | On her wedding day, her stepsister set her up, framing her with accusations of promiscuity, academic fraud, and attempted murder. She was personally brought to court by her fiancรฉ and imprisoned for three years, enduring inhuman torment! ===== On the day Khloe Evans was put on trial by her fiance, it was raining heavily. "Khloe Evans, you are suspected of bribing competition judges, academic fraud, and attempted homicide. Do you plead guilty or not?" Inside the silent and solemn courtroom, the judge's gavel echoed, signaling the start of a tense moment. Khloe's bl**dshot eyes were filled with anger and desperation, staring at Eric Watson, her fiance. She couldn't help but sneer. They had spent four years from falling in love to getting married; she had always believed that he loved her deeply and that their married life would be blissful. But on their wedding day, he personally put her on trial because of her stepsister's words. The Watson family was one of the wealthiest and most influential families in the country. No one would dare to offend them for a nobody like her. Khloe said word by word, "I have nothing to say." All along, she thought Eric was the love of her life. But it turned out he had been having an a**air with her stepsister, Sloane Evans. What was more, he had stolen her academic achievements. And now, he falsely accused her of being a m*rderer. He was ruthless. What else could she say? The judge banged his gavel again and gave his verdict. "The court hereby sentences the defendant, Khloe Evans, to eight years in prison and a fine of three hundred thousand dollars." The trial concluded, and the prison guards escorted Khloe. As she walked out of the courtroom, Khloe turned and looked back at Eric, sitting in the plaintiff's seat, her eyes burning with deep hatred and fury. ...... Three years had passed. "Khloe Evans, someone has bailed you out. You're free to go." Upon hearing that, Khloe raised her head, her pale face filled with shock. After suffering from endless torture for three years, she had thought that she was bound to stay there for the full sentence. She didn't expect that she would be released one day. An hour after she was released from prison, Khloe was taken to a hospital. She entered a ward, and her heart clenched when she saw her mother through the ICU door, lying motionless in the hospital bed. With a pale face and various apparatus connected to her body, she looked lifeless. "Mom..." Khloe got all worked up, her voice trembling with emotion. She wanted to open the door and go in. "Stop it! This ward is specially secured. No one is allowed to enter without my permission." A female voice suddenly rang out behind her. Khloe turned around and was surprised to see the person who spoke. "Sloane? My mom severed ties with the Evans family long ago. Why are you still doing this to her?" As she spoke, she glared at Sloane with eyes full of hatred. Sloane looked at Khloe, a flicker of jealousy and disdain flashing across her eyes. Then, she sneered, "Khloe, looks like you are mistaken. I'm saving her. Without me, your mother would have died long ago. Perhaps, by the time you come out of prison, you will only see her tomb." Khloe took a deep breath to calm herself down. "Sloane, stop being so hypocritical. You are saving my mother? Only a fool will believe that. What are you really up to? You're using her to manipulate me, right?" "Khloe, you're as clever as ever. No wonder they called you the rising star of academia. But it's a pity that you are now a convict for attempted murder. And your fate is in my hands," Sloane taunted. "So, today, all you need to do is spend a night with Karl Russell. Then, I'll arrange for your release and your mother's treatment." "Karl Russell? That old man is already in his sixties. Are you out of your mind?" Khloe's eyes widened in disbelief. "So what? Should I care? It's you who are going to sleep with him, not me. As long as you spend one night with him, our family can secure the Russell family's arms deal. It's a very lucrative business. You should feel honored that you are selling out your body to make so much money for us. But if you refuse..." Sloane pointed to the ICU. "I'll have them remove your mom's life support, and she'll die right in front of you. I'll give you five seconds to decide. Five, four, three..." "Fine! I'll go," Khloe agreed in despair. This time, she could no longer suppress the tears she had been holding back. She was left with no choice. For the sake of her mother, she had to do it. After freshening up, Khloe was put into a car. Tonight, she was destined to sleep with a sixty-something disgusting man. And she was still a v**gin. Chapter 2 Henrik Watson That night, the car glided through the deserted streets, headlights cutting into the night's inky darkness. Bang! A g*nshot shattered the silence, deafening and ominously close. Glass sprayed across the seats as the car window exploded, fragments glittering in the dim streetlights. All hell broke loose. Terrified creams echoed in the street as the few remaining shops hurried to lower their shutters. The driver, white-faced and trembling, veered in a panic. The car skidded, tires screeching before slamming into the curb. He slumped forward, unconscious. Beside him, Khloe blinked, disoriented from the impact. Pressing a hand to her throbbing head, she tried to make sense of what had happened. Through the cracked window, she glimpsed flickering orange flames a short distance away. "Oh, no!" She'd stumbled straight into the deadly crossfires of a g*nfight. It was likely a turf war turned ugly by two warring gangs. Steadying herself, Khloe pushed open the door and crouched low, inching towards the roadside. But before she could move further, a figure emerged from the darkness. Tall and powerfully built, he was moving fast. Even though a mask obscured most of his features, she could still see his intense eyes and the proud outline of his nose. A dark stain spread across his side, seeping through his clothes--bl**d. He stumbled towards her, breathing heavily, and collapsed at her feet. Just then, another group of burly men burst from the shadows, each armed to the teeth. Their faces were etched with vicious determination, each bearing a t**too on the hand. "Perfect! He's down. Now, finish him off!" The leader, bald and snarling, held up his g*n and pointed it towards the fallen man. Then, his gaze fell on Khloe. She was dressed to the nines, as she was meant to be a gift for a man tonight. A tight red dress hugged her perfect figure, accentuating her curves and complimenting her porcelain skin. Her glossy hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing a delicate, doll-like face with wide, innocent eyes. In a word, she looked like a vision from a dream--or a man's t**ptation made flesh. The bald man's grin widened, his eyes gleaming with le**erous intent. He had never seen such a beautiful woman before, and he wasn't about to let an opportunity like this slide. "While you're finishing him off, I'll help myself to this beauty." He lunged, shoving Khloe back against the shattered window, pressing his weight against her. "No, please!" she pleaded, her voice trembling as she tried to pull away. "Please don't hurt me." "Why would I hurt a beauty like you?" he taunted, his fingers gripping her shoulder tightly as he leaned closer, his hot breath on her skin. His men jeered behind him, urging him on, enjoying the show. But Khloe's hand moved, almost imperceptibly, reaching into her purse. In one swift, desperate motion, her fingers closed around a pen, and she drove it up into his neck with a fierce thrust. The bald man's eyes widened in shock as bl**d spurted from the wound, his grip loosening. Gone was the look of a damsel in distress; her eyes, which were so full of fear just a second earlier, now glinted with a cold light. What was once a delicate, angelic beauty had transformed into a bl**d-stained rose, dark and dangerous. "B**ch, you're asking for it!" The henchmen froze for a split second, then fury overcame them, and they charged at Khloe with murderous intent. Her voice cut through the chaos, sharp and commanding. "Don't move, or I'll pull the pen out! He'll bleed out on the spot!" The men abruptly stopped in their tracks. No one dared to move a muscle. At this moment, the man who'd been lying motionless suddenly sprang to life, g*n in hand, and unleashed a hail of b*llets on the stunned th*gs. He moved with such agility that it was clear his injury had only been a ruse. Even the bald man Khloe held hostage collapsed in a bl**dy heap, a bullet having shattered his skull in an instant. Khloe spun her head just in time, avoiding the bl**d splatter. But her clothes and legs weren't so lucky; they were stained with bl**d, sticky and warm. "Ugh!" The sickly, metallic scent hit her, and her stomach churned. She couldn't stop herself from retching, knees buckling as she collapsed sideways. But before she hit the ground, an arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her upright. The man's grip was firm, his eyes dancing with amusement. "Feisty little thing, weren't you so badass just a second ago? What happened?" Khloe recoiled, shoving him away, her face twisting in defiance. "Let go of me!" Before she could get another word out, black-clad men suddenly emerged from the shadows, their faces hard, eyes cold. Even the surrounding rooftops showed silhouettes of these men, controlling all sniper points. Each man moved with such deadly precision, and Khloe could tell at a glance that they were all experienced killers. They brandished machine guns and rocket launchers with practiced ease, as though these were everyday items. In a word, they looked like an elite strike force--battle-hardened, lethal. Unexpectedly, one by one, they all started dropping to their knees, as though bowing before a king. Thousands of them bowed in unison. "Awaiting your orders, Mr. Watson," the leader announced reverently. Khloe's breath hitched. "Are you Henrik Watson?" Chapter 3 The Kiss Henrik accepted a handkerchief from his trusted aide, Rhett Foster, wiping the bl**d from his hands with deliberate, almost regal precision. He then removed his mask slowly, revealing a face that could seize anyone's breath. His eyes were dark, magnetic pools, deep enough to pull anyone in. And above his perfectly-shaped lips was a prominent, sculpted nose. His chiseled features conveyed both power and beauty, almost too flawless to belong to any ordinary man. It was the kind of face that could eclipse even the brightest stars in the showbiz. But more than his appearance, it was his aura--commanding, indomitable--that sent shivers down spines. This was a man who held dominion over countless lives. Henrik smiled, a flash of danger glinting in his eyes. "So what if I am?" Khloe's eyes went as wide as saucers. Henrik Watson--that name carried the weight of legend. Henrik had once been a branch member of the Watson family before vanishing into obscurity for ten long years. When he resurfaced, he singlehandedly seized control of the nation's underworld, rendering him a king without rival. In fact, he was so powerful that even the president treaded carefully around him. Khloe's ex-fiance, Eric, was a member of the Watson family, which had ascended from obscurity to supremacy solely thanks to Henrik. By blood, Eric was Henrik's nephew. So, if her marriage to Eric pushed through, Henrik would be her husband's uncle. Khloe's stepsister, Sloane, had maneuvered her into offering herself to Karl Russell. Though Karl held sway in the city, he was nothing against Henrik's underworld might. It was like comparing a lion to a mouse. As the thought struck her, hope flickered within Khloe. If she could gain Henrik's support, she might escape her forced sacrifice, and her mother could be saved. Steadying her breath, she asked tentatively, "Since I just helped you, could I ask you a favor?" Henrik's gaze sharpened, eyes gleaming with intrigue. It was the first time a woman had faced him with such poise, especially after witnessing him kill so many people. Interest piqued, Henrik strode towards Khloe with an almost lazy confidence, each step measured and unhurried. His sculpted fingers pinched her chin, lifting it so she was looking right at him. He held her gaze as he studied her with a trace of amusement in his eyes. His voice, low and rich, sent a chill through the air. "Do you have any idea who you're talking to? Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?" A shiver raced through Khloe's heart. His presence was overwhelming, like a storm cloud closing in, suffocating in its intensity. He was dangerous--merely speaking to him was like playing with fire. But she had nowhere else to turn; Henrik was her only chance. "I have a Ph.D. in chemistry and medicine, along with patents--highly profitable ones. If you help me, I can make you money," she said, voice steady but with a glint of desperation. Henrik shook his head, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "Money?" he murmured, his fingers brushing her cheek. "Do I look like I lack money?" The scent of bl**d clung faintly to his skin, chilling her even as he remained outwardly gentle. Khloe's guard went up instinctively, her body tensing beneath his touch. "What do you want?" she ventured cautiously. "If it's within my power, I'm willing to exchange anything." A spark flickered in Henrik's dark eyes, something enigmatic and unreadable. He let his gaze drift over her as if considering her offer. "Anything, you say?" All of a sudden, he let out a chilling laugh. "Then I want this." In one swift motion, he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close. And there, before all his men, he kissed her. Chapter 4 Decisive Action The kiss came unexpectedly. Khloe was caught off guard, unable to respond in time. Henrik's subordinates stood frozen, their eyes wide with disbelief. They had all worked for him for years, and never once had they seen him so close with a woman. Henrik had always been the type to keep his distance from women. In the past, women who approached him either ended up as fish food or were sent to toil in the mines at his orders. What kind of spell had this woman cast? How was it that she managed to make Henrik abandon all his usual rules, and all on their very first meeting? As the crowd remained stunned and puzzled, Khloe's thoughts swirled in chaos, making it impossible to think straight. Henrik's kiss was overwhelming, like a storm crashing down on her, leaving her breathless and dizzy. She found herself trapped in his arms, held so tightly it felt as though she were a flower caught in a violent storm. Yet she was anything but fragile. Once the shock wore off, a surge of anger rose within her. For years, she had endured humiliation, her fall from grace plunging her into the darkest depths. But giving up was never an option; she had always been plotting her revenge. It was only natural that she refused to yield. Without hesitation, she wrapped her arms around his neck and returned the kiss with equal ferocity. After all, what harm could a kiss do? And the man was both devastatingly handsome and of high standing. She would not suffer any losses. She skillfully fought back with her t**gue, refusing to let him dominate her entirely. Instead of pulling back, she met his intensity head-on, taking the lead. What began as a one-sided kiss quickly transformed into a fierce exchange, each of them vying for control, pushing and pulling in a heated battle for dominance. The kiss was fierce and all-consuming, each second more passionate than the last, until they were both gasping for air. When they finally pulled away, their lips were swollen and stained with bl**d, a testament to the intensity of the moment. Henrik let go of Khloe, his hand brushing against the corner of his mouth where her teeth had left their mark. His gaze was intense, locking onto her with a depth that seemed to pierce right through her. Khloe held his stare steadily, not flinching or showing even the slightest sign of discomfort. Her fearless attitude earned her the respect of those watching. It was clear now why Henrik was drawn to her. She was bold, with a courage that couldn't be ignored. She had the audacity to bite Henrik's lips, unafraid of the consequences. Henrik continued to gaze at Khloe, a growing satisfaction building within him. The sting on his lips reminded him sharply of what had just happened. The woman standing before him, with a face as stunning as an angel's, was no delicate flower. She was a thorny rose, and anyone foolish enough to underestimate her would undoubtedly pay the price. But that was exactly what made her so captivating--it was the danger beneath the beauty that drew him in. "Mr. Watson, is everything to your liking?" Khloe asked, breaking the stillness. "Yes, let's go," Henrik replied with a smile. "Now, let's take care of your little issue." ...... What happens next? 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No | 2025-01-30 18:45 | active | 2371 | 0 | Read next chapter | On her wedding day, her stepsister set her up, framing her with accusations of promiscuity, academic fraud, and attempted murder. She was personally brought to court by her fiancรฉ and imprisoned for three years, enduring inhuman torment! ===== On the day Khloe Evans was put on trial by her fiance, it was raining heavily. "Khloe Evans, you are suspected of bribing competition judges, academic fraud, and attempted homicide. Do you plead guilty or not?" Inside the silent and solemn courtroom, the judge's gavel echoed, signaling the start of a tense moment. Khloe's bl**dshot eyes were filled with anger and desperation, staring at Eric Watson, her fiance. She couldn't help but sneer. They had spent four years from falling in love to getting married; she had always believed that he loved her deeply and that their married life would be blissful. But on their wedding day, he personally put her on trial because of her stepsister's words. The Watson family was one of the wealthiest and most influential families in the country. No one would dare to offend them for a nobody like her. Khloe said word by word, "I have nothing to say." All along, she thought Eric was the love of her life. But it turned out he had been having an a**air with her stepsister, Sloane Evans. What was more, he had stolen her academic achievements. And now, he falsely accused her of being a m*rderer. He was ruthless. What else could she say? The judge banged his gavel again and gave his verdict. "The court hereby sentences the defendant, Khloe Evans, to eight years in prison and a fine of three hundred thousand dollars." The trial concluded, and the prison guards escorted Khloe. As she walked out of the courtroom, Khloe turned and looked back at Eric, sitting in the plaintiff's seat, her eyes burning with deep hatred and fury. ...... Three years had passed. "Khloe Evans, someone has bailed you out. You're free to go." Upon hearing that, Khloe raised her head, her pale face filled with shock. After suffering from endless torture for three years, she had thought that she was bound to stay there for the full sentence. She didn't expect that she would be released one day. An hour after she was released from prison, Khloe was taken to a hospital. She entered a ward, and her heart clenched when she saw her mother through the ICU door, lying motionless in the hospital bed. With a pale face and various apparatus connected to her body, she looked lifeless. "Mom..." Khloe got all worked up, her voice trembling with emotion. She wanted to open the door and go in. "Stop it! This ward is specially secured. No one is allowed to enter without my permission." A female voice suddenly rang out behind her. Khloe turned around and was surprised to see the person who spoke. "Sloane? My mom severed ties with the Evans family long ago. Why are you still doing this to her?" As she spoke, she glared at Sloane with eyes full of hatred. Sloane looked at Khloe, a flicker of jealousy and disdain flashing across her eyes. Then, she sneered, "Khloe, looks like you are mistaken. I'm saving her. Without me, your mother would have died long ago. Perhaps, by the time you come out of prison, you will only see her tomb." Khloe took a deep breath to calm herself down. "Sloane, stop being so hypocritical. You are saving my mother? Only a fool will believe that. What are you really up to? You're using her to manipulate me, right?" "Khloe, you're as clever as ever. No wonder they called you the rising star of academia. But it's a pity that you are now a convict for attempted murder. And your fate is in my hands," Sloane taunted. "So, today, all you need to do is spend a night with Karl Russell. Then, I'll arrange for your release and your mother's treatment." "Karl Russell? That old man is already in his sixties. Are you out of your mind?" Khloe's eyes widened in disbelief. "So what? Should I care? It's you who are going to sleep with him, not me. As long as you spend one night with him, our family can secure the Russell family's arms deal. It's a very lucrative business. You should feel honored that you are selling out your body to make so much money for us. But if you refuse..." Sloane pointed to the ICU. "I'll have them remove your mom's life support, and she'll die right in front of you. I'll give you five seconds to decide. Five, four, three..." "Fine! I'll go," Khloe agreed in despair. This time, she could no longer suppress the tears she had been holding back. She was left with no choice. For the sake of her mother, she had to do it. After freshening up, Khloe was put into a car. Tonight, she was destined to sleep with a sixty-something disgusting man. And she was still a v**gin. Chapter 2 Henrik Watson That night, the car glided through the deserted streets, headlights cutting into the night's inky darkness. Bang! A g*nshot shattered the silence, deafening and ominously close. Glass sprayed across the seats as the car window exploded, fragments glittering in the dim streetlights. All hell broke loose. Terrified creams echoed in the street as the few remaining shops hurried to lower their shutters. The driver, white-faced and trembling, veered in a panic. The car skidded, tires screeching before slamming into the curb. He slumped forward, unconscious. Beside him, Khloe blinked, disoriented from the impact. Pressing a hand to her throbbing head, she tried to make sense of what had happened. Through the cracked window, she glimpsed flickering orange flames a short distance away. "Oh, no!" She'd stumbled straight into the deadly crossfires of a g*nfight. It was likely a turf war turned ugly by two warring gangs. Steadying herself, Khloe pushed open the door and crouched low, inching towards the roadside. But before she could move further, a figure emerged from the darkness. Tall and powerfully built, he was moving fast. Even though a mask obscured most of his features, she could still see his intense eyes and the proud outline of his nose. A dark stain spread across his side, seeping through his clothes--bl**d. He stumbled towards her, breathing heavily, and collapsed at her feet. Just then, another group of burly men burst from the shadows, each armed to the teeth. Their faces were etched with vicious determination, each bearing a t**too on the hand. "Perfect! He's down. Now, finish him off!" The leader, bald and snarling, held up his g*n and pointed it towards the fallen man. Then, his gaze fell on Khloe. She was dressed to the nines, as she was meant to be a gift for a man tonight. A tight red dress hugged her perfect figure, accentuating her curves and complimenting her porcelain skin. Her glossy hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing a delicate, doll-like face with wide, innocent eyes. In a word, she looked like a vision from a dream--or a man's t**ptation made flesh. The bald man's grin widened, his eyes gleaming with le**erous intent. He had never seen such a beautiful woman before, and he wasn't about to let an opportunity like this slide. "While you're finishing him off, I'll help myself to this beauty." He lunged, shoving Khloe back against the shattered window, pressing his weight against her. "No, please!" she pleaded, her voice trembling as she tried to pull away. "Please don't hurt me." "Why would I hurt a beauty like you?" he taunted, his fingers gripping her shoulder tightly as he leaned closer, his hot breath on her skin. His men jeered behind him, urging him on, enjoying the show. But Khloe's hand moved, almost imperceptibly, reaching into her purse. In one swift, desperate motion, her fingers closed around a pen, and she drove it up into his neck with a fierce thrust. The bald man's eyes widened in shock as bl**d spurted from the wound, his grip loosening. Gone was the look of a damsel in distress; her eyes, which were so full of fear just a second earlier, now glinted with a cold light. What was once a delicate, angelic beauty had transformed into a bl**d-stained rose, dark and dangerous. "B**ch, you're asking for it!" The henchmen froze for a split second, then fury overcame them, and they charged at Khloe with murderous intent. Her voice cut through the chaos, sharp and commanding. "Don't move, or I'll pull the pen out! He'll bleed out on the spot!" The men abruptly stopped in their tracks. No one dared to move a muscle. At this moment, the man who'd been lying motionless suddenly sprang to life, g*n in hand, and unleashed a hail of b*llets on the stunned th*gs. He moved with such agility that it was clear his injury had only been a ruse. Even the bald man Khloe held hostage collapsed in a bl**dy heap, a bullet having shattered his skull in an instant. Khloe spun her head just in time, avoiding the bl**d splatter. But her clothes and legs weren't so lucky; they were stained with bl**d, sticky and warm. "Ugh!" The sickly, metallic scent hit her, and her stomach churned. She couldn't stop herself from retching, knees buckling as she collapsed sideways. But before she hit the ground, an arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her upright. The man's grip was firm, his eyes dancing with amusement. "Feisty little thing, weren't you so badass just a second ago? What happened?" Khloe recoiled, shoving him away, her face twisting in defiance. "Let go of me!" Before she could get another word out, black-clad men suddenly emerged from the shadows, their faces hard, eyes cold. Even the surrounding rooftops showed silhouettes of these men, controlling all sniper points. Each man moved with such deadly precision, and Khloe could tell at a glance that they were all experienced killers. They brandished machine guns and rocket launchers with practiced ease, as though these were everyday items. In a word, they looked like an elite strike force--battle-hardened, lethal. Unexpectedly, one by one, they all started dropping to their knees, as though bowing before a king. Thousands of them bowed in unison. "Awaiting your orders, Mr. Watson," the leader announced reverently. Khloe's breath hitched. "Are you Henrik Watson?" Chapter 3 The Kiss Henrik accepted a handkerchief from his trusted aide, Rhett Foster, wiping the bl**d from his hands with deliberate, almost regal precision. He then removed his mask slowly, revealing a face that could seize anyone's breath. His eyes were dark, magnetic pools, deep enough to pull anyone in. And above his perfectly-shaped lips was a prominent, sculpted nose. His chiseled features conveyed both power and beauty, almost too flawless to belong to any ordinary man. It was the kind of face that could eclipse even the brightest stars in the showbiz. But more than his appearance, it was his aura--commanding, indomitable--that sent shivers down spines. This was a man who held dominion over countless lives. Henrik smiled, a flash of danger glinting in his eyes. "So what if I am?" Khloe's eyes went as wide as saucers. Henrik Watson--that name carried the weight of legend. Henrik had once been a branch member of the Watson family before vanishing into obscurity for ten long years. When he resurfaced, he singlehandedly seized control of the nation's underworld, rendering him a king without rival. In fact, he was so powerful that even the president treaded carefully around him. Khloe's ex-fiance, Eric, was a member of the Watson family, which had ascended from obscurity to supremacy solely thanks to Henrik. By blood, Eric was Henrik's nephew. So, if her marriage to Eric pushed through, Henrik would be her husband's uncle. Khloe's stepsister, Sloane, had maneuvered her into offering herself to Karl Russell. Though Karl held sway in the city, he was nothing against Henrik's underworld might. It was like comparing a lion to a mouse. As the thought struck her, hope flickered within Khloe. If she could gain Henrik's support, she might escape her forced sacrifice, and her mother could be saved. Steadying her breath, she asked tentatively, "Since I just helped you, could I ask you a favor?" Henrik's gaze sharpened, eyes gleaming with intrigue. It was the first time a woman had faced him with such poise, especially after witnessing him kill so many people. Interest piqued, Henrik strode towards Khloe with an almost lazy confidence, each step measured and unhurried. His sculpted fingers pinched her chin, lifting it so she was looking right at him. He held her gaze as he studied her with a trace of amusement in his eyes. His voice, low and rich, sent a chill through the air. "Do you have any idea who you're talking to? Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?" A shiver raced through Khloe's heart. His presence was overwhelming, like a storm cloud closing in, suffocating in its intensity. He was dangerous--merely speaking to him was like playing with fire. But she had nowhere else to turn; Henrik was her only chance. "I have a Ph.D. in chemistry and medicine, along with patents--highly profitable ones. If you help me, I can make you money," she said, voice steady but with a glint of desperation. Henrik shook his head, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "Money?" he murmured, his fingers brushing her cheek. "Do I look like I lack money?" The scent of bl**d clung faintly to his skin, chilling her even as he remained outwardly gentle. Khloe's guard went up instinctively, her body tensing beneath his touch. "What do you want?" she ventured cautiously. "If it's within my power, I'm willing to exchange anything." A spark flickered in Henrik's dark eyes, something enigmatic and unreadable. He let his gaze drift over her as if considering her offer. "Anything, you say?" All of a sudden, he let out a chilling laugh. "Then I want this." In one swift motion, he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close. And there, before all his men, he kissed her. Chapter 4 Decisive Action The kiss came unexpectedly. Khloe was caught off guard, unable to respond in time. Henrik's subordinates stood frozen, their eyes wide with disbelief. They had all worked for him for years, and never once had they seen him so close with a woman. Henrik had always been the type to keep his distance from women. In the past, women who approached him either ended up as fish food or were sent to toil in the mines at his orders. What kind of spell had this woman cast? How was it that she managed to make Henrik abandon all his usual rules, and all on their very first meeting? As the crowd remained stunned and puzzled, Khloe's thoughts swirled in chaos, making it impossible to think straight. Henrik's kiss was overwhelming, like a storm crashing down on her, leaving her breathless and dizzy. She found herself trapped in his arms, held so tightly it felt as though she were a flower caught in a violent storm. Yet she was anything but fragile. Once the shock wore off, a surge of anger rose within her. For years, she had endured humiliation, her fall from grace plunging her into the darkest depths. But giving up was never an option; she had always been plotting her revenge. It was only natural that she refused to yield. Without hesitation, she wrapped her arms around his neck and returned the kiss with equal ferocity. After all, what harm could a kiss do? And the man was both devastatingly handsome and of high standing. She would not suffer any losses. She skillfully fought back with her t**gue, refusing to let him dominate her entirely. Instead of pulling back, she met his intensity head-on, taking the lead. What began as a one-sided kiss quickly transformed into a fierce exchange, each of them vying for control, pushing and pulling in a heated battle for dominance. The kiss was fierce and all-consuming, each second more passionate than the last, until they were both gasping for air. When they finally pulled away, their lips were swollen and stained with bl**d, a testament to the intensity of the moment. Henrik let go of Khloe, his hand brushing against the corner of his mouth where her teeth had left their mark. His gaze was intense, locking onto her with a depth that seemed to pierce right through her. Khloe held his stare steadily, not flinching or showing even the slightest sign of discomfort. Her fearless attitude earned her the respect of those watching. It was clear now why Henrik was drawn to her. She was bold, with a courage that couldn't be ignored. She had the audacity to bite Henrik's lips, unafraid of the consequences. Henrik continued to gaze at Khloe, a growing satisfaction building within him. The sting on his lips reminded him sharply of what had just happened. The woman standing before him, with a face as stunning as an angel's, was no delicate flower. She was a thorny rose, and anyone foolish enough to underestimate her would undoubtedly pay the price. But that was exactly what made her so captivating--it was the danger beneath the beauty that drew him in. "Mr. Watson, is everything to your liking?" Khloe asked, breaking the stillness. "Yes, let's go," Henrik replied with a smile. "Now, let's take care of your little issue." ...... What happens next? 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Read next chapter | On her wedding day, her stepsister set her up, framing her with accusations of promiscuity, academic fraud, and attempted murder. She was personally brought to court by her fiancรฉ and imprisoned for three years, enduring inhuman torment! ===== On the day Khloe Evans was put on trial by her fiance, it was raining heavily. "Khloe Evans, you are suspected of bribing competition judges, academic fraud, and attempted homicide. Do you plead guilty or not?" Inside the silent and solemn courtroom, the judge's gavel echoed, signaling the start of a tense moment. Khloe's bl**dshot eyes were filled with anger and desperation, staring at Eric Watson, her fiance. She couldn't help but sneer. They had spent four years from falling in love to getting married; she had always believed that he loved her deeply and that their married life would be blissful. But on their wedding day, he personally put her on trial because of her stepsister's words. The Watson family was one of the wealthiest and most influential families in the country. No one would dare to offend them for a nobody like her. Khloe said word by word, "I have nothing to say." All along, she thought Eric was the love of her life. But it turned out he had been having an a**air with her stepsister, Sloane Evans. What was more, he had stolen her academic achievements. And now, he falsely accused her of being a m*rderer. He was ruthless. What else could she say? The judge banged his gavel again and gave his verdict. "The court hereby sentences the defendant, Khloe Evans, to eight years in prison and a fine of three hundred thousand dollars." The trial concluded, and the prison guards escorted Khloe. As she walked out of the courtroom, Khloe turned and looked back at Eric, sitting in the plaintiff's seat, her eyes burning with deep hatred and fury. ...... Three years had passed. "Khloe Evans, someone has bailed you out. You're free to go." Upon hearing that, Khloe raised her head, her pale face filled with shock. After suffering from endless torture for three years, she had thought that she was bound to stay there for the full sentence. She didn't expect that she would be released one day. An hour after she was released from prison, Khloe was taken to a hospital. She entered a ward, and her heart clenched when she saw her mother through the ICU door, lying motionless in the hospital bed. With a pale face and various apparatus connected to her body, she looked lifeless. "Mom..." Khloe got all worked up, her voice trembling with emotion. She wanted to open the door and go in. "Stop it! This ward is specially secured. No one is allowed to enter without my permission." A female voice suddenly rang out behind her. Khloe turned around and was surprised to see the person who spoke. "Sloane? My mom severed ties with the Evans family long ago. Why are you still doing this to her?" As she spoke, she glared at Sloane with eyes full of hatred. Sloane looked at Khloe, a flicker of jealousy and disdain flashing across her eyes. Then, she sneered, "Khloe, looks like you are mistaken. I'm saving her. Without me, your mother would have died long ago. Perhaps, by the time you come out of prison, you will only see her tomb." Khloe took a deep breath to calm herself down. "Sloane, stop being so hypocritical. You are saving my mother? Only a fool will believe that. What are you really up to? You're using her to manipulate me, right?" "Khloe, you're as clever as ever. No wonder they called you the rising star of academia. But it's a pity that you are now a convict for attempted murder. And your fate is in my hands," Sloane taunted. "So, today, all you need to do is spend a night with Karl Russell. Then, I'll arrange for your release and your mother's treatment." "Karl Russell? That old man is already in his sixties. Are you out of your mind?" Khloe's eyes widened in disbelief. "So what? Should I care? It's you who are going to sleep with him, not me. As long as you spend one night with him, our family can secure the Russell family's arms deal. It's a very lucrative business. You should feel honored that you are selling out your body to make so much money for us. But if you refuse..." Sloane pointed to the ICU. "I'll have them remove your mom's life support, and she'll die right in front of you. I'll give you five seconds to decide. Five, four, three..." "Fine! I'll go," Khloe agreed in despair. This time, she could no longer suppress the tears she had been holding back. She was left with no choice. For the sake of her mother, she had to do it. After freshening up, Khloe was put into a car. Tonight, she was destined to sleep with a sixty-something disgusting man. And she was still a v**gin. Chapter 2 Henrik Watson That night, the car glided through the deserted streets, headlights cutting into the night's inky darkness. Bang! A g*nshot shattered the silence, deafening and ominously close. Glass sprayed across the seats as the car window exploded, fragments glittering in the dim streetlights. All hell broke loose. Terrified creams echoed in the street as the few remaining shops hurried to lower their shutters. The driver, white-faced and trembling, veered in a panic. The car skidded, tires screeching before slamming into the curb. He slumped forward, unconscious. Beside him, Khloe blinked, disoriented from the impact. Pressing a hand to her throbbing head, she tried to make sense of what had happened. Through the cracked window, she glimpsed flickering orange flames a short distance away. "Oh, no!" She'd stumbled straight into the deadly crossfires of a g*nfight. It was likely a turf war turned ugly by two warring gangs. Steadying herself, Khloe pushed open the door and crouched low, inching towards the roadside. But before she could move further, a figure emerged from the darkness. Tall and powerfully built, he was moving fast. Even though a mask obscured most of his features, she could still see his intense eyes and the proud outline of his nose. A dark stain spread across his side, seeping through his clothes--bl**d. He stumbled towards her, breathing heavily, and collapsed at her feet. Just then, another group of burly men burst from the shadows, each armed to the teeth. Their faces were etched with vicious determination, each bearing a t**too on the hand. "Perfect! He's down. Now, finish him off!" The leader, bald and snarling, held up his g*n and pointed it towards the fallen man. Then, his gaze fell on Khloe. She was dressed to the nines, as she was meant to be a gift for a man tonight. A tight red dress hugged her perfect figure, accentuating her curves and complimenting her porcelain skin. Her glossy hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing a delicate, doll-like face with wide, innocent eyes. In a word, she looked like a vision from a dream--or a man's t**ptation made flesh. The bald man's grin widened, his eyes gleaming with le**erous intent. He had never seen such a beautiful woman before, and he wasn't about to let an opportunity like this slide. "While you're finishing him off, I'll help myself to this beauty." He lunged, shoving Khloe back against the shattered window, pressing his weight against her. "No, please!" she pleaded, her voice trembling as she tried to pull away. "Please don't hurt me." "Why would I hurt a beauty like you?" he taunted, his fingers gripping her shoulder tightly as he leaned closer, his hot breath on her skin. His men jeered behind him, urging him on, enjoying the show. But Khloe's hand moved, almost imperceptibly, reaching into her purse. In one swift, desperate motion, her fingers closed around a pen, and she drove it up into his neck with a fierce thrust. The bald man's eyes widened in shock as bl**d spurted from the wound, his grip loosening. Gone was the look of a damsel in distress; her eyes, which were so full of fear just a second earlier, now glinted with a cold light. What was once a delicate, angelic beauty had transformed into a bl**d-stained rose, dark and dangerous. "B**ch, you're asking for it!" The henchmen froze for a split second, then fury overcame them, and they charged at Khloe with murderous intent. Her voice cut through the chaos, sharp and commanding. "Don't move, or I'll pull the pen out! He'll bleed out on the spot!" The men abruptly stopped in their tracks. No one dared to move a muscle. At this moment, the man who'd been lying motionless suddenly sprang to life, g*n in hand, and unleashed a hail of b*llets on the stunned th*gs. He moved with such agility that it was clear his injury had only been a ruse. Even the bald man Khloe held hostage collapsed in a bl**dy heap, a bullet having shattered his skull in an instant. Khloe spun her head just in time, avoiding the bl**d splatter. But her clothes and legs weren't so lucky; they were stained with bl**d, sticky and warm. "Ugh!" The sickly, metallic scent hit her, and her stomach churned. She couldn't stop herself from retching, knees buckling as she collapsed sideways. But before she hit the ground, an arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her upright. The man's grip was firm, his eyes dancing with amusement. "Feisty little thing, weren't you so badass just a second ago? What happened?" Khloe recoiled, shoving him away, her face twisting in defiance. "Let go of me!" Before she could get another word out, black-clad men suddenly emerged from the shadows, their faces hard, eyes cold. Even the surrounding rooftops showed silhouettes of these men, controlling all sniper points. Each man moved with such deadly precision, and Khloe could tell at a glance that they were all experienced killers. They brandished machine guns and rocket launchers with practiced ease, as though these were everyday items. In a word, they looked like an elite strike force--battle-hardened, lethal. Unexpectedly, one by one, they all started dropping to their knees, as though bowing before a king. Thousands of them bowed in unison. "Awaiting your orders, Mr. Watson," the leader announced reverently. Khloe's breath hitched. "Are you Henrik Watson?" Chapter 3 The Kiss Henrik accepted a handkerchief from his trusted aide, Rhett Foster, wiping the bl**d from his hands with deliberate, almost regal precision. He then removed his mask slowly, revealing a face that could seize anyone's breath. His eyes were dark, magnetic pools, deep enough to pull anyone in. And above his perfectly-shaped lips was a prominent, sculpted nose. His chiseled features conveyed both power and beauty, almost too flawless to belong to any ordinary man. It was the kind of face that could eclipse even the brightest stars in the showbiz. But more than his appearance, it was his aura--commanding, indomitable--that sent shivers down spines. This was a man who held dominion over countless lives. Henrik smiled, a flash of danger glinting in his eyes. "So what if I am?" Khloe's eyes went as wide as saucers. Henrik Watson--that name carried the weight of legend. Henrik had once been a branch member of the Watson family before vanishing into obscurity for ten long years. When he resurfaced, he singlehandedly seized control of the nation's underworld, rendering him a king without rival. In fact, he was so powerful that even the president treaded carefully around him. Khloe's ex-fiance, Eric, was a member of the Watson family, which had ascended from obscurity to supremacy solely thanks to Henrik. By blood, Eric was Henrik's nephew. So, if her marriage to Eric pushed through, Henrik would be her husband's uncle. Khloe's stepsister, Sloane, had maneuvered her into offering herself to Karl Russell. Though Karl held sway in the city, he was nothing against Henrik's underworld might. It was like comparing a lion to a mouse. As the thought struck her, hope flickered within Khloe. If she could gain Henrik's support, she might escape her forced sacrifice, and her mother could be saved. Steadying her breath, she asked tentatively, "Since I just helped you, could I ask you a favor?" Henrik's gaze sharpened, eyes gleaming with intrigue. It was the first time a woman had faced him with such poise, especially after witnessing him kill so many people. Interest piqued, Henrik strode towards Khloe with an almost lazy confidence, each step measured and unhurried. His sculpted fingers pinched her chin, lifting it so she was looking right at him. He held her gaze as he studied her with a trace of amusement in his eyes. His voice, low and rich, sent a chill through the air. "Do you have any idea who you're talking to? Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?" A shiver raced through Khloe's heart. His presence was overwhelming, like a storm cloud closing in, suffocating in its intensity. He was dangerous--merely speaking to him was like playing with fire. But she had nowhere else to turn; Henrik was her only chance. "I have a Ph.D. in chemistry and medicine, along with patents--highly profitable ones. If you help me, I can make you money," she said, voice steady but with a glint of desperation. Henrik shook his head, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "Money?" he murmured, his fingers brushing her cheek. "Do I look like I lack money?" The scent of bl**d clung faintly to his skin, chilling her even as he remained outwardly gentle. Khloe's guard went up instinctively, her body tensing beneath his touch. "What do you want?" she ventured cautiously. "If it's within my power, I'm willing to exchange anything." A spark flickered in Henrik's dark eyes, something enigmatic and unreadable. He let his gaze drift over her as if considering her offer. "Anything, you say?" All of a sudden, he let out a chilling laugh. "Then I want this." In one swift motion, he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close. And there, before all his men, he kissed her. Chapter 4 Decisive Action The kiss came unexpectedly. Khloe was caught off guard, unable to respond in time. Henrik's subordinates stood frozen, their eyes wide with disbelief. They had all worked for him for years, and never once had they seen him so close with a woman. Henrik had always been the type to keep his distance from women. In the past, women who approached him either ended up as fish food or were sent to toil in the mines at his orders. What kind of spell had this woman cast? How was it that she managed to make Henrik abandon all his usual rules, and all on their very first meeting? As the crowd remained stunned and puzzled, Khloe's thoughts swirled in chaos, making it impossible to think straight. Henrik's kiss was overwhelming, like a storm crashing down on her, leaving her breathless and dizzy. She found herself trapped in his arms, held so tightly it felt as though she were a flower caught in a violent storm. Yet she was anything but fragile. Once the shock wore off, a surge of anger rose within her. For years, she had endured humiliation, her fall from grace plunging her into the darkest depths. But giving up was never an option; she had always been plotting her revenge. It was only natural that she refused to yield. Without hesitation, she wrapped her arms around his neck and returned the kiss with equal ferocity. After all, what harm could a kiss do? And the man was both devastatingly handsome and of high standing. She would not suffer any losses. She skillfully fought back with her t**gue, refusing to let him dominate her entirely. Instead of pulling back, she met his intensity head-on, taking the lead. What began as a one-sided kiss quickly transformed into a fierce exchange, each of them vying for control, pushing and pulling in a heated battle for dominance. The kiss was fierce and all-consuming, each second more passionate than the last, until they were both gasping for air. When they finally pulled away, their lips were swollen and stained with bl**d, a testament to the intensity of the moment. Henrik let go of Khloe, his hand brushing against the corner of his mouth where her teeth had left their mark. His gaze was intense, locking onto her with a depth that seemed to pierce right through her. Khloe held his stare steadily, not flinching or showing even the slightest sign of discomfort. Her fearless attitude earned her the respect of those watching. It was clear now why Henrik was drawn to her. She was bold, with a courage that couldn't be ignored. She had the audacity to bite Henrik's lips, unafraid of the consequences. Henrik continued to gaze at Khloe, a growing satisfaction building within him. The sting on his lips reminded him sharply of what had just happened. The woman standing before him, with a face as stunning as an angel's, was no delicate flower. She was a thorny rose, and anyone foolish enough to underestimate her would undoubtedly pay the price. But that was exactly what made her so captivating--it was the danger beneath the beauty that drew him in. "Mr. Watson, is everything to your liking?" Khloe asked, breaking the stillness. "Yes, let's go," Henrik replied with a smile. "Now, let's take care of your little issue." ...... What happens next? 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No | 2025-01-30 18:45 | active | 2371 | 0 | Read next chapter | On her wedding day, her stepsister set her up, framing her with accusations of promiscuity, academic fraud, and attempted murder. She was personally brought to court by her fiancรฉ and imprisoned for three years, enduring inhuman torment! ===== On the day Khloe Evans was put on trial by her fiance, it was raining heavily. "Khloe Evans, you are suspected of bribing competition judges, academic fraud, and attempted homicide. Do you plead guilty or not?" Inside the silent and solemn courtroom, the judge's gavel echoed, signaling the start of a tense moment. Khloe's bl**dshot eyes were filled with anger and desperation, staring at Eric Watson, her fiance. She couldn't help but sneer. They had spent four years from falling in love to getting married; she had always believed that he loved her deeply and that their married life would be blissful. But on their wedding day, he personally put her on trial because of her stepsister's words. The Watson family was one of the wealthiest and most influential families in the country. No one would dare to offend them for a nobody like her. Khloe said word by word, "I have nothing to say." All along, she thought Eric was the love of her life. But it turned out he had been having an a**air with her stepsister, Sloane Evans. What was more, he had stolen her academic achievements. And now, he falsely accused her of being a m*rderer. He was ruthless. What else could she say? The judge banged his gavel again and gave his verdict. "The court hereby sentences the defendant, Khloe Evans, to eight years in prison and a fine of three hundred thousand dollars." The trial concluded, and the prison guards escorted Khloe. As she walked out of the courtroom, Khloe turned and looked back at Eric, sitting in the plaintiff's seat, her eyes burning with deep hatred and fury. ...... Three years had passed. "Khloe Evans, someone has bailed you out. You're free to go." Upon hearing that, Khloe raised her head, her pale face filled with shock. After suffering from endless torture for three years, she had thought that she was bound to stay there for the full sentence. She didn't expect that she would be released one day. An hour after she was released from prison, Khloe was taken to a hospital. She entered a ward, and her heart clenched when she saw her mother through the ICU door, lying motionless in the hospital bed. With a pale face and various apparatus connected to her body, she looked lifeless. "Mom..." Khloe got all worked up, her voice trembling with emotion. She wanted to open the door and go in. "Stop it! This ward is specially secured. No one is allowed to enter without my permission." A female voice suddenly rang out behind her. Khloe turned around and was surprised to see the person who spoke. "Sloane? My mom severed ties with the Evans family long ago. Why are you still doing this to her?" As she spoke, she glared at Sloane with eyes full of hatred. Sloane looked at Khloe, a flicker of jealousy and disdain flashing across her eyes. Then, she sneered, "Khloe, looks like you are mistaken. I'm saving her. Without me, your mother would have died long ago. Perhaps, by the time you come out of prison, you will only see her tomb." Khloe took a deep breath to calm herself down. "Sloane, stop being so hypocritical. You are saving my mother? Only a fool will believe that. What are you really up to? You're using her to manipulate me, right?" "Khloe, you're as clever as ever. No wonder they called you the rising star of academia. But it's a pity that you are now a convict for attempted murder. And your fate is in my hands," Sloane taunted. "So, today, all you need to do is spend a night with Karl Russell. Then, I'll arrange for your release and your mother's treatment." "Karl Russell? That old man is already in his sixties. Are you out of your mind?" Khloe's eyes widened in disbelief. "So what? Should I care? It's you who are going to sleep with him, not me. As long as you spend one night with him, our family can secure the Russell family's arms deal. It's a very lucrative business. You should feel honored that you are selling out your body to make so much money for us. But if you refuse..." Sloane pointed to the ICU. "I'll have them remove your mom's life support, and she'll die right in front of you. I'll give you five seconds to decide. Five, four, three..." "Fine! I'll go," Khloe agreed in despair. This time, she could no longer suppress the tears she had been holding back. She was left with no choice. For the sake of her mother, she had to do it. After freshening up, Khloe was put into a car. Tonight, she was destined to sleep with a sixty-something disgusting man. And she was still a v**gin. Chapter 2 Henrik Watson That night, the car glided through the deserted streets, headlights cutting into the night's inky darkness. Bang! A g*nshot shattered the silence, deafening and ominously close. Glass sprayed across the seats as the car window exploded, fragments glittering in the dim streetlights. All hell broke loose. Terrified creams echoed in the street as the few remaining shops hurried to lower their shutters. The driver, white-faced and trembling, veered in a panic. The car skidded, tires screeching before slamming into the curb. He slumped forward, unconscious. Beside him, Khloe blinked, disoriented from the impact. Pressing a hand to her throbbing head, she tried to make sense of what had happened. Through the cracked window, she glimpsed flickering orange flames a short distance away. "Oh, no!" She'd stumbled straight into the deadly crossfires of a g*nfight. It was likely a turf war turned ugly by two warring gangs. Steadying herself, Khloe pushed open the door and crouched low, inching towards the roadside. But before she could move further, a figure emerged from the darkness. Tall and powerfully built, he was moving fast. Even though a mask obscured most of his features, she could still see his intense eyes and the proud outline of his nose. A dark stain spread across his side, seeping through his clothes--bl**d. He stumbled towards her, breathing heavily, and collapsed at her feet. Just then, another group of burly men burst from the shadows, each armed to the teeth. Their faces were etched with vicious determination, each bearing a t**too on the hand. "Perfect! He's down. Now, finish him off!" The leader, bald and snarling, held up his g*n and pointed it towards the fallen man. Then, his gaze fell on Khloe. She was dressed to the nines, as she was meant to be a gift for a man tonight. A tight red dress hugged her perfect figure, accentuating her curves and complimenting her porcelain skin. Her glossy hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing a delicate, doll-like face with wide, innocent eyes. In a word, she looked like a vision from a dream--or a man's t**ptation made flesh. The bald man's grin widened, his eyes gleaming with le**erous intent. He had never seen such a beautiful woman before, and he wasn't about to let an opportunity like this slide. "While you're finishing him off, I'll help myself to this beauty." He lunged, shoving Khloe back against the shattered window, pressing his weight against her. "No, please!" she pleaded, her voice trembling as she tried to pull away. "Please don't hurt me." "Why would I hurt a beauty like you?" he taunted, his fingers gripping her shoulder tightly as he leaned closer, his hot breath on her skin. His men jeered behind him, urging him on, enjoying the show. But Khloe's hand moved, almost imperceptibly, reaching into her purse. In one swift, desperate motion, her fingers closed around a pen, and she drove it up into his neck with a fierce thrust. The bald man's eyes widened in shock as bl**d spurted from the wound, his grip loosening. Gone was the look of a damsel in distress; her eyes, which were so full of fear just a second earlier, now glinted with a cold light. What was once a delicate, angelic beauty had transformed into a bl**d-stained rose, dark and dangerous. "B**ch, you're asking for it!" The henchmen froze for a split second, then fury overcame them, and they charged at Khloe with murderous intent. Her voice cut through the chaos, sharp and commanding. "Don't move, or I'll pull the pen out! He'll bleed out on the spot!" The men abruptly stopped in their tracks. No one dared to move a muscle. At this moment, the man who'd been lying motionless suddenly sprang to life, g*n in hand, and unleashed a hail of b*llets on the stunned th*gs. He moved with such agility that it was clear his injury had only been a ruse. Even the bald man Khloe held hostage collapsed in a bl**dy heap, a bullet having shattered his skull in an instant. Khloe spun her head just in time, avoiding the bl**d splatter. But her clothes and legs weren't so lucky; they were stained with bl**d, sticky and warm. "Ugh!" The sickly, metallic scent hit her, and her stomach churned. She couldn't stop herself from retching, knees buckling as she collapsed sideways. But before she hit the ground, an arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her upright. The man's grip was firm, his eyes dancing with amusement. "Feisty little thing, weren't you so badass just a second ago? What happened?" Khloe recoiled, shoving him away, her face twisting in defiance. "Let go of me!" Before she could get another word out, black-clad men suddenly emerged from the shadows, their faces hard, eyes cold. Even the surrounding rooftops showed silhouettes of these men, controlling all sniper points. Each man moved with such deadly precision, and Khloe could tell at a glance that they were all experienced killers. They brandished machine guns and rocket launchers with practiced ease, as though these were everyday items. In a word, they looked like an elite strike force--battle-hardened, lethal. Unexpectedly, one by one, they all started dropping to their knees, as though bowing before a king. Thousands of them bowed in unison. "Awaiting your orders, Mr. Watson," the leader announced reverently. Khloe's breath hitched. "Are you Henrik Watson?" Chapter 3 The Kiss Henrik accepted a handkerchief from his trusted aide, Rhett Foster, wiping the bl**d from his hands with deliberate, almost regal precision. He then removed his mask slowly, revealing a face that could seize anyone's breath. His eyes were dark, magnetic pools, deep enough to pull anyone in. And above his perfectly-shaped lips was a prominent, sculpted nose. His chiseled features conveyed both power and beauty, almost too flawless to belong to any ordinary man. It was the kind of face that could eclipse even the brightest stars in the showbiz. But more than his appearance, it was his aura--commanding, indomitable--that sent shivers down spines. This was a man who held dominion over countless lives. Henrik smiled, a flash of danger glinting in his eyes. "So what if I am?" Khloe's eyes went as wide as saucers. Henrik Watson--that name carried the weight of legend. Henrik had once been a branch member of the Watson family before vanishing into obscurity for ten long years. When he resurfaced, he singlehandedly seized control of the nation's underworld, rendering him a king without rival. In fact, he was so powerful that even the president treaded carefully around him. Khloe's ex-fiance, Eric, was a member of the Watson family, which had ascended from obscurity to supremacy solely thanks to Henrik. By blood, Eric was Henrik's nephew. So, if her marriage to Eric pushed through, Henrik would be her husband's uncle. Khloe's stepsister, Sloane, had maneuvered her into offering herself to Karl Russell. Though Karl held sway in the city, he was nothing against Henrik's underworld might. It was like comparing a lion to a mouse. As the thought struck her, hope flickered within Khloe. If she could gain Henrik's support, she might escape her forced sacrifice, and her mother could be saved. Steadying her breath, she asked tentatively, "Since I just helped you, could I ask you a favor?" Henrik's gaze sharpened, eyes gleaming with intrigue. It was the first time a woman had faced him with such poise, especially after witnessing him kill so many people. Interest piqued, Henrik strode towards Khloe with an almost lazy confidence, each step measured and unhurried. His sculpted fingers pinched her chin, lifting it so she was looking right at him. He held her gaze as he studied her with a trace of amusement in his eyes. His voice, low and rich, sent a chill through the air. "Do you have any idea who you're talking to? Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?" A shiver raced through Khloe's heart. His presence was overwhelming, like a storm cloud closing in, suffocating in its intensity. He was dangerous--merely speaking to him was like playing with fire. But she had nowhere else to turn; Henrik was her only chance. "I have a Ph.D. in chemistry and medicine, along with patents--highly profitable ones. If you help me, I can make you money," she said, voice steady but with a glint of desperation. Henrik shook his head, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "Money?" he murmured, his fingers brushing her cheek. "Do I look like I lack money?" The scent of bl**d clung faintly to his skin, chilling her even as he remained outwardly gentle. Khloe's guard went up instinctively, her body tensing beneath his touch. "What do you want?" she ventured cautiously. "If it's within my power, I'm willing to exchange anything." A spark flickered in Henrik's dark eyes, something enigmatic and unreadable. He let his gaze drift over her as if considering her offer. "Anything, you say?" All of a sudden, he let out a chilling laugh. "Then I want this." In one swift motion, he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close. And there, before all his men, he kissed her. Chapter 4 Decisive Action The kiss came unexpectedly. Khloe was caught off guard, unable to respond in time. Henrik's subordinates stood frozen, their eyes wide with disbelief. They had all worked for him for years, and never once had they seen him so close with a woman. Henrik had always been the type to keep his distance from women. In the past, women who approached him either ended up as fish food or were sent to toil in the mines at his orders. What kind of spell had this woman cast? How was it that she managed to make Henrik abandon all his usual rules, and all on their very first meeting? As the crowd remained stunned and puzzled, Khloe's thoughts swirled in chaos, making it impossible to think straight. Henrik's kiss was overwhelming, like a storm crashing down on her, leaving her breathless and dizzy. She found herself trapped in his arms, held so tightly it felt as though she were a flower caught in a violent storm. Yet she was anything but fragile. Once the shock wore off, a surge of anger rose within her. For years, she had endured humiliation, her fall from grace plunging her into the darkest depths. But giving up was never an option; she had always been plotting her revenge. It was only natural that she refused to yield. Without hesitation, she wrapped her arms around his neck and returned the kiss with equal ferocity. After all, what harm could a kiss do? And the man was both devastatingly handsome and of high standing. She would not suffer any losses. She skillfully fought back with her t**gue, refusing to let him dominate her entirely. Instead of pulling back, she met his intensity head-on, taking the lead. What began as a one-sided kiss quickly transformed into a fierce exchange, each of them vying for control, pushing and pulling in a heated battle for dominance. The kiss was fierce and all-consuming, each second more passionate than the last, until they were both gasping for air. When they finally pulled away, their lips were swollen and stained with bl**d, a testament to the intensity of the moment. Henrik let go of Khloe, his hand brushing against the corner of his mouth where her teeth had left their mark. His gaze was intense, locking onto her with a depth that seemed to pierce right through her. Khloe held his stare steadily, not flinching or showing even the slightest sign of discomfort. Her fearless attitude earned her the respect of those watching. It was clear now why Henrik was drawn to her. She was bold, with a courage that couldn't be ignored. She had the audacity to bite Henrik's lips, unafraid of the consequences. Henrik continued to gaze at Khloe, a growing satisfaction building within him. The sting on his lips reminded him sharply of what had just happened. The woman standing before him, with a face as stunning as an angel's, was no delicate flower. She was a thorny rose, and anyone foolish enough to underestimate her would undoubtedly pay the price. But that was exactly what made her so captivating--it was the danger beneath the beauty that drew him in. "Mr. Watson, is everything to your liking?" Khloe asked, breaking the stillness. "Yes, let's go," Henrik replied with a smile. "Now, let's take care of your little issue." ...... What happens next? 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Read next chapter | On her wedding day, her stepsister set her up, framing her with accusations of promiscuity, academic fraud, and attempted murder. She was personally brought to court by her fiancรฉ and imprisoned for three years, enduring inhuman torment! ===== On the day Khloe Evans was put on trial by her fiance, it was raining heavily. "Khloe Evans, you are suspected of bribing competition judges, academic fraud, and attempted homicide. Do you plead guilty or not?" Inside the silent and solemn courtroom, the judge's gavel echoed, signaling the start of a tense moment. Khloe's bl**dshot eyes were filled with anger and desperation, staring at Eric Watson, her fiance. She couldn't help but sneer. They had spent four years from falling in love to getting married; she had always believed that he loved her deeply and that their married life would be blissful. But on their wedding day, he personally put her on trial because of her stepsister's words. The Watson family was one of the wealthiest and most influential families in the country. No one would dare to offend them for a nobody like her. Khloe said word by word, "I have nothing to say." All along, she thought Eric was the love of her life. But it turned out he had been having an a**air with her stepsister, Sloane Evans. What was more, he had stolen her academic achievements. And now, he falsely accused her of being a m*rderer. He was ruthless. What else could she say? The judge banged his gavel again and gave his verdict. "The court hereby sentences the defendant, Khloe Evans, to eight years in prison and a fine of three hundred thousand dollars." The trial concluded, and the prison guards escorted Khloe. As she walked out of the courtroom, Khloe turned and looked back at Eric, sitting in the plaintiff's seat, her eyes burning with deep hatred and fury. ...... Three years had passed. "Khloe Evans, someone has bailed you out. You're free to go." Upon hearing that, Khloe raised her head, her pale face filled with shock. After suffering from endless torture for three years, she had thought that she was bound to stay there for the full sentence. She didn't expect that she would be released one day. An hour after she was released from prison, Khloe was taken to a hospital. She entered a ward, and her heart clenched when she saw her mother through the ICU door, lying motionless in the hospital bed. With a pale face and various apparatus connected to her body, she looked lifeless. "Mom..." Khloe got all worked up, her voice trembling with emotion. She wanted to open the door and go in. "Stop it! This ward is specially secured. No one is allowed to enter without my permission." A female voice suddenly rang out behind her. Khloe turned around and was surprised to see the person who spoke. "Sloane? My mom severed ties with the Evans family long ago. Why are you still doing this to her?" As she spoke, she glared at Sloane with eyes full of hatred. Sloane looked at Khloe, a flicker of jealousy and disdain flashing across her eyes. Then, she sneered, "Khloe, looks like you are mistaken. I'm saving her. Without me, your mother would have died long ago. Perhaps, by the time you come out of prison, you will only see her tomb." Khloe took a deep breath to calm herself down. "Sloane, stop being so hypocritical. You are saving my mother? Only a fool will believe that. What are you really up to? You're using her to manipulate me, right?" "Khloe, you're as clever as ever. No wonder they called you the rising star of academia. But it's a pity that you are now a convict for attempted murder. And your fate is in my hands," Sloane taunted. "So, today, all you need to do is spend a night with Karl Russell. Then, I'll arrange for your release and your mother's treatment." "Karl Russell? That old man is already in his sixties. Are you out of your mind?" Khloe's eyes widened in disbelief. "So what? Should I care? It's you who are going to sleep with him, not me. As long as you spend one night with him, our family can secure the Russell family's arms deal. It's a very lucrative business. You should feel honored that you are selling out your body to make so much money for us. But if you refuse..." Sloane pointed to the ICU. "I'll have them remove your mom's life support, and she'll die right in front of you. I'll give you five seconds to decide. Five, four, three..." "Fine! I'll go," Khloe agreed in despair. This time, she could no longer suppress the tears she had been holding back. She was left with no choice. For the sake of her mother, she had to do it. After freshening up, Khloe was put into a car. Tonight, she was destined to sleep with a sixty-something disgusting man. And she was still a v**gin. Chapter 2 Henrik Watson That night, the car glided through the deserted streets, headlights cutting into the night's inky darkness. Bang! A g*nshot shattered the silence, deafening and ominously close. Glass sprayed across the seats as the car window exploded, fragments glittering in the dim streetlights. All hell broke loose. Terrified creams echoed in the street as the few remaining shops hurried to lower their shutters. The driver, white-faced and trembling, veered in a panic. The car skidded, tires screeching before slamming into the curb. He slumped forward, unconscious. Beside him, Khloe blinked, disoriented from the impact. Pressing a hand to her throbbing head, she tried to make sense of what had happened. Through the cracked window, she glimpsed flickering orange flames a short distance away. "Oh, no!" She'd stumbled straight into the deadly crossfires of a g*nfight. It was likely a turf war turned ugly by two warring gangs. Steadying herself, Khloe pushed open the door and crouched low, inching towards the roadside. But before she could move further, a figure emerged from the darkness. Tall and powerfully built, he was moving fast. Even though a mask obscured most of his features, she could still see his intense eyes and the proud outline of his nose. A dark stain spread across his side, seeping through his clothes--bl**d. He stumbled towards her, breathing heavily, and collapsed at her feet. Just then, another group of burly men burst from the shadows, each armed to the teeth. Their faces were etched with vicious determination, each bearing a t**too on the hand. "Perfect! He's down. Now, finish him off!" The leader, bald and snarling, held up his g*n and pointed it towards the fallen man. Then, his gaze fell on Khloe. She was dressed to the nines, as she was meant to be a gift for a man tonight. A tight red dress hugged her perfect figure, accentuating her curves and complimenting her porcelain skin. Her glossy hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing a delicate, doll-like face with wide, innocent eyes. In a word, she looked like a vision from a dream--or a man's t**ptation made flesh. The bald man's grin widened, his eyes gleaming with le**erous intent. He had never seen such a beautiful woman before, and he wasn't about to let an opportunity like this slide. "While you're finishing him off, I'll help myself to this beauty." He lunged, shoving Khloe back against the shattered window, pressing his weight against her. "No, please!" she pleaded, her voice trembling as she tried to pull away. "Please don't hurt me." "Why would I hurt a beauty like you?" he taunted, his fingers gripping her shoulder tightly as he leaned closer, his hot breath on her skin. His men jeered behind him, urging him on, enjoying the show. But Khloe's hand moved, almost imperceptibly, reaching into her purse. In one swift, desperate motion, her fingers closed around a pen, and she drove it up into his neck with a fierce thrust. The bald man's eyes widened in shock as bl**d spurted from the wound, his grip loosening. Gone was the look of a damsel in distress; her eyes, which were so full of fear just a second earlier, now glinted with a cold light. What was once a delicate, angelic beauty had transformed into a bl**d-stained rose, dark and dangerous. "B**ch, you're asking for it!" The henchmen froze for a split second, then fury overcame them, and they charged at Khloe with murderous intent. Her voice cut through the chaos, sharp and commanding. "Don't move, or I'll pull the pen out! He'll bleed out on the spot!" The men abruptly stopped in their tracks. No one dared to move a muscle. At this moment, the man who'd been lying motionless suddenly sprang to life, g*n in hand, and unleashed a hail of b*llets on the stunned th*gs. He moved with such agility that it was clear his injury had only been a ruse. Even the bald man Khloe held hostage collapsed in a bl**dy heap, a bullet having shattered his skull in an instant. Khloe spun her head just in time, avoiding the bl**d splatter. But her clothes and legs weren't so lucky; they were stained with bl**d, sticky and warm. "Ugh!" The sickly, metallic scent hit her, and her stomach churned. She couldn't stop herself from retching, knees buckling as she collapsed sideways. But before she hit the ground, an arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her upright. The man's grip was firm, his eyes dancing with amusement. "Feisty little thing, weren't you so badass just a second ago? What happened?" Khloe recoiled, shoving him away, her face twisting in defiance. "Let go of me!" Before she could get another word out, black-clad men suddenly emerged from the shadows, their faces hard, eyes cold. Even the surrounding rooftops showed silhouettes of these men, controlling all sniper points. Each man moved with such deadly precision, and Khloe could tell at a glance that they were all experienced killers. They brandished machine guns and rocket launchers with practiced ease, as though these were everyday items. In a word, they looked like an elite strike force--battle-hardened, lethal. Unexpectedly, one by one, they all started dropping to their knees, as though bowing before a king. Thousands of them bowed in unison. "Awaiting your orders, Mr. Watson," the leader announced reverently. Khloe's breath hitched. "Are you Henrik Watson?" Chapter 3 The Kiss Henrik accepted a handkerchief from his trusted aide, Rhett Foster, wiping the bl**d from his hands with deliberate, almost regal precision. He then removed his mask slowly, revealing a face that could seize anyone's breath. His eyes were dark, magnetic pools, deep enough to pull anyone in. And above his perfectly-shaped lips was a prominent, sculpted nose. His chiseled features conveyed both power and beauty, almost too flawless to belong to any ordinary man. It was the kind of face that could eclipse even the brightest stars in the showbiz. But more than his appearance, it was his aura--commanding, indomitable--that sent shivers down spines. This was a man who held dominion over countless lives. Henrik smiled, a flash of danger glinting in his eyes. "So what if I am?" Khloe's eyes went as wide as saucers. Henrik Watson--that name carried the weight of legend. Henrik had once been a branch member of the Watson family before vanishing into obscurity for ten long years. When he resurfaced, he singlehandedly seized control of the nation's underworld, rendering him a king without rival. In fact, he was so powerful that even the president treaded carefully around him. Khloe's ex-fiance, Eric, was a member of the Watson family, which had ascended from obscurity to supremacy solely thanks to Henrik. By blood, Eric was Henrik's nephew. So, if her marriage to Eric pushed through, Henrik would be her husband's uncle. Khloe's stepsister, Sloane, had maneuvered her into offering herself to Karl Russell. Though Karl held sway in the city, he was nothing against Henrik's underworld might. It was like comparing a lion to a mouse. As the thought struck her, hope flickered within Khloe. If she could gain Henrik's support, she might escape her forced sacrifice, and her mother could be saved. Steadying her breath, she asked tentatively, "Since I just helped you, could I ask you a favor?" Henrik's gaze sharpened, eyes gleaming with intrigue. It was the first time a woman had faced him with such poise, especially after witnessing him kill so many people. Interest piqued, Henrik strode towards Khloe with an almost lazy confidence, each step measured and unhurried. His sculpted fingers pinched her chin, lifting it so she was looking right at him. He held her gaze as he studied her with a trace of amusement in his eyes. His voice, low and rich, sent a chill through the air. "Do you have any idea who you're talking to? Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?" A shiver raced through Khloe's heart. His presence was overwhelming, like a storm cloud closing in, suffocating in its intensity. He was dangerous--merely speaking to him was like playing with fire. But she had nowhere else to turn; Henrik was her only chance. "I have a Ph.D. in chemistry and medicine, along with patents--highly profitable ones. If you help me, I can make you money," she said, voice steady but with a glint of desperation. Henrik shook his head, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "Money?" he murmured, his fingers brushing her cheek. "Do I look like I lack money?" The scent of bl**d clung faintly to his skin, chilling her even as he remained outwardly gentle. Khloe's guard went up instinctively, her body tensing beneath his touch. "What do you want?" she ventured cautiously. "If it's within my power, I'm willing to exchange anything." A spark flickered in Henrik's dark eyes, something enigmatic and unreadable. He let his gaze drift over her as if considering her offer. "Anything, you say?" All of a sudden, he let out a chilling laugh. "Then I want this." In one swift motion, he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close. And there, before all his men, he kissed her. Chapter 4 Decisive Action The kiss came unexpectedly. Khloe was caught off guard, unable to respond in time. Henrik's subordinates stood frozen, their eyes wide with disbelief. They had all worked for him for years, and never once had they seen him so close with a woman. Henrik had always been the type to keep his distance from women. In the past, women who approached him either ended up as fish food or were sent to toil in the mines at his orders. What kind of spell had this woman cast? How was it that she managed to make Henrik abandon all his usual rules, and all on their very first meeting? As the crowd remained stunned and puzzled, Khloe's thoughts swirled in chaos, making it impossible to think straight. Henrik's kiss was overwhelming, like a storm crashing down on her, leaving her breathless and dizzy. She found herself trapped in his arms, held so tightly it felt as though she were a flower caught in a violent storm. Yet she was anything but fragile. Once the shock wore off, a surge of anger rose within her. For years, she had endured humiliation, her fall from grace plunging her into the darkest depths. But giving up was never an option; she had always been plotting her revenge. It was only natural that she refused to yield. Without hesitation, she wrapped her arms around his neck and returned the kiss with equal ferocity. After all, what harm could a kiss do? And the man was both devastatingly handsome and of high standing. She would not suffer any losses. She skillfully fought back with her t**gue, refusing to let him dominate her entirely. Instead of pulling back, she met his intensity head-on, taking the lead. What began as a one-sided kiss quickly transformed into a fierce exchange, each of them vying for control, pushing and pulling in a heated battle for dominance. The kiss was fierce and all-consuming, each second more passionate than the last, until they were both gasping for air. When they finally pulled away, their lips were swollen and stained with bl**d, a testament to the intensity of the moment. Henrik let go of Khloe, his hand brushing against the corner of his mouth where her teeth had left their mark. His gaze was intense, locking onto her with a depth that seemed to pierce right through her. Khloe held his stare steadily, not flinching or showing even the slightest sign of discomfort. Her fearless attitude earned her the respect of those watching. It was clear now why Henrik was drawn to her. She was bold, with a courage that couldn't be ignored. She had the audacity to bite Henrik's lips, unafraid of the consequences. Henrik continued to gaze at Khloe, a growing satisfaction building within him. The sting on his lips reminded him sharply of what had just happened. The woman standing before him, with a face as stunning as an angel's, was no delicate flower. She was a thorny rose, and anyone foolish enough to underestimate her would undoubtedly pay the price. But that was exactly what made her so captivating--it was the danger beneath the beauty that drew him in. "Mr. Watson, is everything to your liking?" Khloe asked, breaking the stillness. "Yes, let's go," Henrik replied with a smile. "Now, let's take care of your little issue." ...... What happens next? 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ใใงใๅชๅญใฏๆฏ่ฆชใซใชใๆฉไผใๅฅชใใใใ 7ๆฅๅพใๅณปไปใฏ้ขๅฉใๆฑใใใใๅฝผๅฅณใฏๆๅฆใใใ ใ ใใ็ ๆฐใฎใใจใ็ฅใฃใไปใๅฝผๅฅณใฏ้ใใๆใงๅฝผใฎ้ป่ฉฑใใใใใ 3ๅ็ฎใฎใณใผใซใงใคใชใใใจใๅฝผใฎๅทใใๅฃฐใ่ใใใฆใใใใ้ขๅฉไปฅๅคใฎ็จไปถใชใใใๅใซไผใๆฐใฏใชใใใ ๅชๅญใฏๆถใใใใใ็ใฎ่ฉฑใๅใๅบใใใจใใงใใชใใฃใใใใใจ้ป่ฉฑใฎๅใใใใ้็พใฎๅฃฐใ่ใใใฆใใใใๅณปไปๅใใใใใ่ตคใกใใใฎๅฎๆๆคๆปใใใ ใใฎ็ฌ้ใใใใใฆใใๆถใไธๆฐใซๆบขใๅบใใใใในใฆใ็ตใใใใๆใๆฅใใฎใ ใ ๅชๅญใฏใ้ใใๅฃฐใงใ็ตใๅบใใใใซใฝใคใใจๅใใใใๅณปไปโฆโฆใใใ้ขๅฉใใใใใ ๅณปไปใฏไธ็ฌใ้ฉใใใใใ ใฃใใใๅท็ฌใใฆ่จใฃใใใๅชๅญใไปๅบฆใฏใฉใใชๆใไฝฟใใคใใใ ๏ผใ ใๅฎถใงๅพ ใฃใฆใใใใใ ๅณปไปใฏใ้ป่ฉฑใ็ช็ถๅใใใๅพใๅ็ถใจในใใใ่ฆใคใใฆใใใ ไธๅนด้ๆๅฆใ็ถใใฆใใๅชๅญใใใชใไปๆฅใซๅๆใใใฎใ ใใ๏ผ ๅฝผๅฅณใซไผใใซ่กใใใจใๆฑบใใใ ใๅณปไปใใฉใใซ่กใใฎใ๏ผใ้็พใๅญใฉใใๆฑใใชใใ่ฟฝใใใใฆใใใ ใใใใๅฝผใฏไฝใ่จใใ็ซใกๅปใฃใใใใฎ็ฌ้ใ้็พใฎๅชใใ่กจๆ ใฏใฟใใฟใใใกใซๆใใใใปใฉๆใใชใฃใใ ใใฎๅฅณโฆโฆใพใไฝใไปๆใใฆใใใใญ๏ผ ็้ขใฎใใขใ้ใใใจใใๅชๅญใฏใใผใใซใฎใใฐใซ็ซใฃใฆใใในใผใใ็ใ่ใ้ซใ็ทๆงใ่ฆใใๆดใฃใ้ก็ซใกใฏๆฐทใฎใใใซๅทใใใใใฎๆใ็ณใซใฏๅชๅญใธใฎ่ปฝ่ใๆตฎใใใงใใใ ใใฉใใซ่กใฃใฆใใใ ๏ผใๅณปไปใๅทใใๅฐใญใใ ใใใใชใใจใฏใใคใใๆฐใซใใใฎ๏ผใ ใ้ขๅฉๅฑใซใตใคใณใใฆใใใๅฟ ่ฆใใใใใ ใใฎ่จ่ใฏ้ญใ้ใฎใใใซๅฝผๅฅณใฎๅฟใๅบใใใๆฟกใใไฝใๅผใใใใชใใใๅฝผๅฅณใฏใซใใณใใๆธ้กใ้ใใซๅใๅบใใใ ใๅฟ้ ใใๅฟ ่ฆใใชใใใใใตใคใณๆธใฟใ ใใ ๅฝผๅฅณใๆธ้กใใใผใใซใฎไธใซ็ฝฎใใใจใใๅณปไปใฏใ้ขๅฉใใจใใไบๆๅญใใใใปใฉใพใงใซไธๆๅฟซใซๆใใใใจใฏใชใใฃใใๅชๅญใๅฏไธ่ฆๆฑใใใฎใฏใ2ๅๅใฎๆ ฐ่ฌๆใ ใฃใใ ใใฉใใใฆๆฅใซๅๆใใใฎใใจๆใฃใใใ็ตๅฑ้ใฎใใใใใๅฝผใฎ้กใๅฒ็ฌใๆตฎใในใใ ใใคใฆใชใใ่ชๅใๅผ่ญทใใใใใใใชใใใงใใไปๅฝผๅฅณใฏใใ ้ใใซ่จใฃใใใๆฌๆฅใชใใไฝ่คใใใฎ่ณ็ฃใฎๅๅใ่ซๆฑใใๆจฉๅฉใใใใใใงใใ็งใฏ2ๅๅใใ่ฆๆฑใใชใใฃใใใใใงใใใพใ ๆ ใใใใใฆใใคใใใใใ ๅณปไปใฏไธๆญฉๅใซ้ฒใฟใ้ทใๅฝฑใๅชๅญใ่ฆใฃใใๅฝผใฏๅฝผๅฅณใฎ้กใ็ดฐ้ทใๆใงๆดใฟใๅทใใๅฃฐใง่จใฃใใใไปใไฝใฆๅผใใ ๏ผใ ใไฝ่คใใใใใใใฎๅผใณๆนใๅซใชใใๅ ๅคซใจๅผใณ็ดใใฆใใใใใใใใใๆธ้กใซใตใคใณใใฆๅธฐใฃใฆใใใฃใฆใใ๏ผใ ๅฝผใฏไธๆๅฟซใใใช้กใใใใใใใใฏไฟบใฎๅฎถใ ใๅบใฆ่กใใจ่จใๆจฉๅฉใฏใๅใซใฏใใใใใใ ๅชๅญใฏ็ฎ่ใใซๅพฎ็ฌใฟใ่จใฃใใใ็ขบใใซใใใฎๆจฉๅฉใฏใชใใใใงใใๅฎๅฟใใฆใไฝ่คใใใ้ขๅฉ่จผๆๆธใๅใๅใฃใใใใใใซๅบใฆ่กใใใ ใพใใๅฝผใฎๆใๆฏใๆใใๅทใใ็ฎใงๅฝผใ่ฆใคใใใใๆๆฅใฎๆ9ๆใๅธๅฝนๆใงๆธ้กใๆใฃใฆใใฆใใ ใใใใ ็ฟๆใๆฅใฎๅบๅใซใฏๅชๅญใฏๅบ็บใใใใจใใๆใ็ ้ขใใ้ป่ฉฑใใใใฃใฆใใใใ้ซๆฉใใใใ็ถใใใๅฟ่็บไฝใ่ตทใใใพใใใใ ใใใฃ๏ผใใๅใใใพใ๏ผใ ็ ้ขใซๅฐ็ใใใจใๆ่กใฏใพใ ็ถใใฆใใใ ไปใๅฏไธใฎๅธๆใฏ็ถใๅฅๅบทใง็ใ็ถใใใใจใ ใใ ใฃใใ ็่ญทๅธซใๆ่ก่ฒป็จใฎ่ซๆฑๆธใๆๆธกใใฆใใใ็ท้กใฏ300ไธๅไปฅไธใ ใงใใไปฅๅๆฏๆใฃใๅ ฅ้ข่ฒปใงๆฎ้ใฏใใฃใใฎ10ไธๅใใฉใใใฆใ่ถณใใชใใฃใใ ไปๆนใชใใๅณปไปใซ้ป่ฉฑใใใใใ ๅทใใๅฃฐใ่ใใใใใใฉใใ ๏ผใใ30ๅๅพ ใฃใฆใใใใ ใๆฅใชใใจใใใฃใฆโโใ ใๅชๅญใใใใงใใใใใ๏ผใๅณปไปใ้ผปใง็ฌใใใใฉใใใพใๅใใคใใฆใใใใ ใใ๏ผใ ใใใช๏ผ ใๅใใใชใ๏ผ็ถใๅฟ่็บไฝใ่ตทใใใฆๆ่กใๅฟ ่ฆใชใฎ๏ผโโใ ใใใใงใๆญปใใ ใฎใ๏ผใๅณปไปใ้ฎใฃใใ ใใฎ่จ่ใซใๅชๅญใฏ่ณใ็ใฃใใใใใช่จใๆนใใไบบใใใใฎใ๏ผ ใใใใ๏ผๅณปไปใๆ่ก่ฒปใ300ไธๅไปฅไธใใใใฎใใ ใใๆ ฐ่ฌๆใๅ ใซๆฏใ่พผใใงใใใชใ๏ผๅฟ ใ้ขๅฉใใใใ๏ผใ ใๅชๅญใไฟบใ่ชฐใใใๅใฎ็ถ่ฆชใฎๆญปใๆใใงใใใใจใ็่งฃใใฆใใใใชใ้ใๆธกใใฎใฏใใใ ใใใใงใๆ็ถใใ็ตใใฃใๅพใซใ ใใ ใใใ ใ่จใใจใ้ป่ฉฑใฏๅใใใใ ๅชๅญใฎ้กใซใฏๅฐๆใๆตฎใใใงใใใใใคใฆๅฝผใฏ็ถใซๅฏพใใฆๆฌๆใๆใฃใฆใใใฏใใ ใฃใใใใใใไปใฎๅฝผใฎๅฃฐใซใฏๆฌๆฐใฎๆใใฟใๆปฒใใงใใใ ใชใใ ๏ผ 2ๅนดๅใฎ้ซๆฉๅฎถใฎ็ ด็ฃใจ็ตใณใคใใฆ่ใใใจใๅถ็ถใฎๅบๆฅไบใจใฏๆใใชใใชใฃใฆใใใ ใใใใใใฆใๅณปไปใ่ฃใงไฝใใไปๆใใใฎใ ใใใใใๅฎๅฎถใฏไธไฝใฉใใใฃใฆๅฝผใๆใใใฆใใพใฃใใฎใ ใใ๏ผ 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Yes | 2025-01-30 18:45 | active | 2371 | 0 | ๐Attention! Do not read in public๏ผ๐ | As the daughter of Alpha, I was tortured since I was 6 years old, and more tragically, I was forced to marry the demon Alpha who killed his 9 ex-girlfriends... Neah "Where is she?" I hear the Beta scream. I groan and rise to my feet, grabbing the cleaning basket before heading over. The moment Beta Kyle sees me, he strides towards me and his hand slices against my cheek. I don't make a sound. Years of experience has taught me to keep my mouth shut at all times. "Alpha Trey and I are expecting company and you still have not cleaned the office." Beta Kyle spits at me. I nod my head and my hand tightens on the cleaning basket. If only I could find the courage to swing it at his head, it would make my day. But I didn't need another week locked up with no food. My stomach already hurt enough. "We are trying to make a good impression on Alpha Dane. Don't you understand how important it is for us to join ourselves with his pack?!" I don't answer, It's a trap, a ploy to provoke me into saying something that would justify punishment. I keep my eyes lowered, avoiding his gaze. Alpha Dane, I had only ever heard rumours about him. He was a ruthless man, a Wolf feared by others. He didn't mess around and he had the largest pack. "He is the Alpha of Black Shadow, the biggest pack in the world, we need him!" We had never been attacked and we had never attacked anyone, so why did we need another pack to help us? He grabs my shoulders, his nails digging into my skin as he turns me around and kicks me into the office. "Useless Wolf." He mutters as he moves away. Quietly closing the door, I lean against it, observing the already clean office. It looked perfectly fine for a meeting with this so-called powerful Alpha. Closing my eyes, I slide down to the floor. I hated this house. I thought that when I turned eighteen, I could finally escape, but four years later, here I still am, a slave in my own home. Doing all the dirty tasks for my brother, Alpha Trey and the pack. While my ex mate, Beta Kyle waltzes around reminding me of how worthless I am. Someone clears their throat and I freeze, I thought I was alone. Leaning forward, I see a handsome man sitting in a chair, just around the corner. A foot propped up on his knee as he nurses a glass of alcohol. His short hair is dark and his eyes are a deep crimson colour, that don't quite look right. They suddenly shift to me and I throw myself back against the door as my heart pounded. "Is this the way you greet all Alphas?" His deep voice rumbles through the room, there was an edge of amusement to his tone. "I'm sorry." I whisper, getting to my feet. "I...I thought I was alone." I had no idea who he was but I could feel the power radiating off of him, even without my Wolf. "Come forward." He orders and I already feel a lump forming in my throat. Alpha Trey wil kill me. I step around the corner, doing as I'm told, allowing him to see me properly. I close my eyes, expecting the worst. "You smell funny. Yet you are a Wolf, correct?" I nod, though I couldn't tell how he was going to react. Most laughed when they found out about me. "I would prefer it if you spoke to me." He growls, "I'm not in the mood to play games." "Yes." I whisper. I couldn't help but think of all the punishments I was going to have to endure. A whipping maybe? Starvation for another week? "Why do you smell strange? And how is it possible for you to not know I was in the room? You should have scented me." "I..." I hated the question. "You should open your eyes when you are talking to someone. It's rude to not look at them. Has your Alpha not taught you anything?" His deep voice sends a shiver through me. Slowly, I open my eyes and lower them, there was no way I was making eye contact."My Wolf abilities were bound," I mutter. Twice, I wanted to add. Twice my abilities were bound. But he probably wasn't interested in that part. He leans forward, I could feel him staring at me, "Why would someone do that?" If this is the Alpha that my brother is supposed to be meeting with, I knew I could screw everything up for him by saying too much. "It was a punishment." I whisper. It wasn't far from the entire truth. There's a twitch in his cheek. Was he angry to hear of such a punishment? Or maybe, just like the others, he was amused by it. I couldn't tell. The door swings open and my brother screeches at me "Neah, what are you doing in my office?" He turns to the crimson eyed man. "I am so sorry that my sister is bothering you, Alpha Dane." Crap, it's him. My brother spins around, hand poised to hit me. I close my eyes, bracing myself, ready to feel the burn. "I wouldn't do that if I were you."Peeking through slits, I see Alpha Dane has risen to his feet, his hand coiled around my brother's wrist. He is taller than my brother, more muscly too. "Neah," My name rolls off of his tongue, "was kindly showing me to your office, Alpha Trey, as you failed to meet me at the front of your house like I requested." What? I had no idea what he was talking about. And he had no reason to lie for me. My brother glares at me, clenching his jaw tight. "Go and get Beta Kyle." Alpha Trey seethes. "Tell him our guest is here." I nod my head and hurry from the room, the last thing I wanted was to be caught between bickering men. "Beta Kyle," I whisper as I enter the dining hall. He instantly glares at me with his dark eyes. I had spoken without being spoken to. "Alpha Trey is in the office with Alpha Dane. I was sent to inform you." He slams the newspaper down on the table and glares at me as he walks by. "You're lucky that the Alpha sent you to get me, otherwise you wouldn't see sunlight for a few days." Pausing behind me, he yanks my head back, locking his fingers in my hair, leaning in close to me, I feel his hot breath on my skin. He doesn't speak, it was just his way of proving that he could do what he wants when he wants. I try to keep myself busy so I can stay as far away from the office as possible. My peace doesn't last long when I hear my brother calling out to me. Quietly, I pad towards the office and plaster a smile on my face as I open the door. "Neah, go get the champagne and some glasses, we are celebrating." I bow my head and hurry to the drinks cabinet. Quickly finding what my brother has asked for. As I re-enter the office, I can feel Alpha Dane watching my every move, even the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. No one ever watches me this closely. "Neah is your sister, correct?" Alpha Dane questions my brother. "She is." Alpha Trey mutters with disgust. He looks away from me to focus on the man asking questions. "Why do you treat her like trash?" Straight to the point, my brother wouldn't like that. He only liked sharing information on his terms. No one had spoken to my brother about his treatment of me because everyone took great joy in beating me. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't move but I knew I had to get out of there. If this deal goes to pot because of me, then that would be my fault too. "Neah was responsible for our parents' death." Alpha Trey spits I closed my eyes, battling back the tears that were threatening to break free. "Responsible how?" Alpha Dane's voice rumbles through me. He was definitely angry. "She served them Wolfsbane." Don't make a sound. Don't make a sound. I knew Alpha Dane was studying me. They all did, no one could ever quite believe how someone could do something so disgusting as poisoning their own parents. I stood there, with my head hanging low, wishing for the ground to open up and suck me in. There are movements around me. He was standing directly in front of me. With a rough finger he tilts my face up towards his, forcing me to look at him. "You poisoned your parents?" "I was six." I splutter. "I just made them lemonade." My voice comes out all squeaky as I try to defend myself. I could barely remember my parents, but I could remember all the guilt I had been made to feel since that day. His crimson eyes flash to my brothers. "Hardly seems fair to blame a six year old." "A six year old should know the difference between plants." Alpha Trey snaps "Sounds to me like she was set up." Alpha Dane shrugs his shoulders, letting go of me. "You weren't there, Alpha Dane." My brother muttered through gritted teeth as his eyes narrowed to slits. "I didn't ask you here to talk about my slave!" Alpha Dane grabs his leather jacket from the chair. Unlike other Alpha's he seemed to dress more casually. A simple black tee and jeans covered his huge frame. And unlike other Alpha's, his arms are bare of tattoos, not a single bit of ink poked out anywhere. "You're right and now I have a few things to mull over." "I thought we agreed." My brother exclaims "Nothing has been signed. Now I will show myself out." The moment he is out of the office, both my brother and Beta Kyle round on me. "What the heck did you say to him?" My brother demands, slamming a hand into my stomach. "N...nothing. Well, he just asked me why I smelled funny." "Did you tell him?" Beta Kyle demands. He was practically spitting in my face. I hated him. I hated him so much that I had vowed to one day get my revenge and rip his stomach out through his mouth. "WELL?" My brother yells when I don't immediately respond and smacks me across the side of the head. My head involuntarily moves up and down. "But I didn't say it was you." I tried to sound strong and confident but it just comes out as a whisper. My brother's hand locks into my black hair as he yanks my head back, sending a shooting pain through my skull. "If you have ruined this, you won't see daylight again." He drags me by my hair from the office and down the hallway towards the basement door. "Pleaseโฆ." I beg. "He was an AlphaโฆIโฆ I had to answer him." My cheeks burn with my tears as he flings the door open. On the other side of the door is Alpha Dane. He is leaning against the wall with his arms folded, staring out at us. My brother's hand falls from my hair, relieving the pressure on the back of my skull... "Alpha Dane, I thought you had left." Alpha Trey murmurs angrily. "I said I would show myself out. I thought I had found the door, but instead I find a basement, riddled in your sister's strange scent. Is this how you treat your family?" "As I said," my brother holds his ground, "She is responsible for the death of my parents, so yes, this is what she deserves." "You should keep your nose out of other packs' business!" Beta Kyle adds. Alpha Dane laughs. "If I agree to this deal, everything about your business becomes my business. So tell me, what would your punishment be for her? No food, locked away for a week, beatings?" Both Alpha Trey and Beta Kyle hold their tongues. There was no reason for him to defend me and yet he was. I was a nobody, no one special. Just who everyone called a traitor. Only instead of being given a death sentence, my brother had decided to make me spend my life suffering. I see those crimson eyes land on my swollen face. "I have a proposition for you, Alpha Trey." Alpha Dane speaks up again. "We have already agreed on terms." "Well, I'm adding one. And if you don't agree, you will not get my help. Instead, you will become my enemy. And we both know, you don't want that." "I take it that your new terms have something to do with her?" Alpha Trey mutters through clenched teeth. "You would be correct. Let me take her away to my pack and then you, Trey will have a deal." Me? Why would he want me? As my brother and his Beta discuss me, Alpha Dane is still studying me. His look made me nervous. What could someone like him possibly want with me? "Deal." Alpha Trey sticks out his hand for Alpha Dane to shake. He doesn't take it, instead his crimson eyes shift from me to my brother. "I will have paperwork drawn up and will return tomorrow." He reaches a hand out and cups my face, "Ensure you have everything packed." He drags his thumb across my bottom lip and strides to the opposite end of the hallway and straight to the front door. He knew exactly where the front door was, so what was he up to? He pauses at the door. "If I find out any one of you has laid a hand on her. The contract will be the last thing you need to worry about." He struts out, slamming the door behind him. After Dane leaves, my brother grabs me by the collar. "You think you're going to have a good life if you follow Alpha Dane out of here? Don't be naive!" He continues in a vicious voice. 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7ๆฅๅพใๅณปไปใฏ้ขๅฉใๆฑใใใใๅฝผๅฅณใฏๆๅฆใใใ ใ ใใ็ ๆฐใฎใใจใ็ฅใฃใไปใๅฝผๅฅณใฏ้ใใๆใงๅฝผใฎ้ป่ฉฑใใใใใ 3ๅ็ฎใฎใณใผใซใงใคใชใใใจใๅฝผใฎๅทใใๅฃฐใ่ใใใฆใใใใ้ขๅฉไปฅๅคใฎ็จไปถใชใใใๅใซไผใๆฐใฏใชใใใ ๅชๅญใฏๆถใใใใใ็ใฎ่ฉฑใๅใๅบใใใจใใงใใชใใฃใใใใใจ้ป่ฉฑใฎๅใใใใ้็พใฎๅฃฐใ่ใใใฆใใใใๅณปไปๅใใใใใ่ตคใกใใใฎๅฎๆๆคๆปใใใ ใใฎ็ฌ้ใใใใใฆใใๆถใไธๆฐใซๆบขใๅบใใใใในใฆใ็ตใใใใๆใๆฅใใฎใ ใ ๅชๅญใฏใ้ใใๅฃฐใงใ็ตใๅบใใใใซใฝใคใใจๅใใใใๅณปไปโฆโฆใใใ้ขๅฉใใใใใ ๅณปไปใฏไธ็ฌใ้ฉใใใใใ ใฃใใใๅท็ฌใใฆ่จใฃใใใๅชๅญใไปๅบฆใฏใฉใใชๆใไฝฟใใคใใใ ๏ผใ ใๅฎถใงๅพ ใฃใฆใใใใใ ๅณปไปใฏใ้ป่ฉฑใ็ช็ถๅใใใๅพใๅ็ถใจในใใใ่ฆใคใใฆใใใ ไธๅนด้ๆๅฆใ็ถใใฆใใๅชๅญใใใชใไปๆฅใซๅๆใใใฎใ ใใ๏ผ ๅฝผๅฅณใซไผใใซ่กใใใจใๆฑบใใใ ใๅณปไปใใฉใใซ่กใใฎใ๏ผใ้็พใๅญใฉใใๆฑใใชใใ่ฟฝใใใใฆใใใ ใใใใๅฝผใฏไฝใ่จใใ็ซใกๅปใฃใใใใฎ็ฌ้ใ้็พใฎๅชใใ่กจๆ ใฏใฟใใฟใใใกใซๆใใใใปใฉๆใใชใฃใใ ใใฎๅฅณโฆโฆใพใไฝใไปๆใใฆใใใใญ๏ผ ็้ขใฎใใขใ้ใใใจใใๅชๅญใฏใใผใใซใฎใใฐใซ็ซใฃใฆใใในใผใใ็ใ่ใ้ซใ็ทๆงใ่ฆใใๆดใฃใ้ก็ซใกใฏๆฐทใฎใใใซๅทใใใใใฎๆใ็ณใซใฏๅชๅญใธใฎ่ปฝ่ใๆตฎใใใงใใใ ใใฉใใซ่กใฃใฆใใใ ๏ผใๅณปไปใๅทใใๅฐใญใใ ใใใใชใใจใฏใใคใใๆฐใซใใใฎ๏ผใ ใ้ขๅฉๅฑใซใตใคใณใใฆใใใๅฟ ่ฆใใใใใ ใใฎ่จ่ใฏ้ญใ้ใฎใใใซๅฝผๅฅณใฎๅฟใๅบใใใๆฟกใใไฝใๅผใใใใชใใใๅฝผๅฅณใฏใซใใณใใๆธ้กใ้ใใซๅใๅบใใใ ใๅฟ้ ใใๅฟ ่ฆใใชใใใใใตใคใณๆธใฟใ ใใ ๅฝผๅฅณใๆธ้กใใใผใใซใฎไธใซ็ฝฎใใใจใใๅณปไปใฏใ้ขๅฉใใจใใไบๆๅญใใใใปใฉใพใงใซไธๆๅฟซใซๆใใใใจใฏใชใใฃใใๅชๅญใๅฏไธ่ฆๆฑใใใฎใฏใ2ๅๅใฎๆ ฐ่ฌๆใ ใฃใใ ใใฉใใใฆๆฅใซๅๆใใใฎใใจๆใฃใใใ็ตๅฑ้ใฎใใใใใๅฝผใฎ้กใๅฒ็ฌใๆตฎใในใใ ใใคใฆใชใใ่ชๅใๅผ่ญทใใใใใใใชใใใงใใไปๅฝผๅฅณใฏใใ ้ใใซ่จใฃใใใๆฌๆฅใชใใไฝ่คใใใฎ่ณ็ฃใฎๅๅใ่ซๆฑใใๆจฉๅฉใใใใใใงใใ็งใฏ2ๅๅใใ่ฆๆฑใใชใใฃใใใใใงใใใพใ ๆ ใใใใใฆใใคใใใใใ ๅณปไปใฏไธๆญฉๅใซ้ฒใฟใ้ทใๅฝฑใๅชๅญใ่ฆใฃใใๅฝผใฏๅฝผๅฅณใฎ้กใ็ดฐ้ทใๆใงๆดใฟใๅทใใๅฃฐใง่จใฃใใใไปใไฝใฆๅผใใ ๏ผใ ใไฝ่คใใใใใใใฎๅผใณๆนใๅซใชใใๅ ๅคซใจๅผใณ็ดใใฆใใใใใใใใใๆธ้กใซใตใคใณใใฆๅธฐใฃใฆใใใฃใฆใใ๏ผใ ๅฝผใฏไธๆๅฟซใใใช้กใใใใใใใใฏไฟบใฎๅฎถใ ใๅบใฆ่กใใจ่จใๆจฉๅฉใฏใๅใซใฏใใใใใใ ๅชๅญใฏ็ฎ่ใใซๅพฎ็ฌใฟใ่จใฃใใใ็ขบใใซใใใฎๆจฉๅฉใฏใชใใใใงใใๅฎๅฟใใฆใไฝ่คใใใ้ขๅฉ่จผๆๆธใๅใๅใฃใใใใใใซๅบใฆ่กใใใ ใพใใๅฝผใฎๆใๆฏใๆใใๅทใใ็ฎใงๅฝผใ่ฆใคใใใใๆๆฅใฎๆ9ๆใๅธๅฝนๆใงๆธ้กใๆใฃใฆใใฆใใ ใใใใ ็ฟๆใๆฅใฎๅบๅใซใฏๅชๅญใฏๅบ็บใใใใจใใๆใ็ ้ขใใ้ป่ฉฑใใใใฃใฆใใใใ้ซๆฉใใใใ็ถใใใๅฟ่็บไฝใ่ตทใใใพใใใใ ใใใฃ๏ผใใๅใใใพใ๏ผใ ็ ้ขใซๅฐ็ใใใจใๆ่กใฏใพใ ็ถใใฆใใใ ไปใๅฏไธใฎๅธๆใฏ็ถใๅฅๅบทใง็ใ็ถใใใใจใ ใใ ใฃใใ ็่ญทๅธซใๆ่ก่ฒป็จใฎ่ซๆฑๆธใๆๆธกใใฆใใใ็ท้กใฏ300ไธๅไปฅไธใ ใงใใไปฅๅๆฏๆใฃใๅ ฅ้ข่ฒปใงๆฎ้ใฏใใฃใใฎ10ไธๅใใฉใใใฆใ่ถณใใชใใฃใใ ไปๆนใชใใๅณปไปใซ้ป่ฉฑใใใใใ ๅทใใๅฃฐใ่ใใใใใใฉใใ ๏ผใใ30ๅๅพ ใฃใฆใใใใ ใๆฅใชใใจใใใฃใฆโโใ ใๅชๅญใใใใงใใใใใ๏ผใๅณปไปใ้ผปใง็ฌใใใใฉใใใพใๅใใคใใฆใใใใ ใใ๏ผใ ใใใช๏ผ ใๅใใใชใ๏ผ็ถใๅฟ่็บไฝใ่ตทใใใฆๆ่กใๅฟ ่ฆใชใฎ๏ผโโใ ใใใใงใๆญปใใ ใฎใ๏ผใๅณปไปใ้ฎใฃใใ ใใฎ่จ่ใซใๅชๅญใฏ่ณใ็ใฃใใใใใช่จใๆนใใไบบใใใใฎใ๏ผ ใใใใ๏ผๅณปไปใๆ่ก่ฒปใ300ไธๅไปฅไธใใใใฎใใ ใใๆ ฐ่ฌๆใๅ ใซๆฏใ่พผใใงใใใชใ๏ผๅฟ ใ้ขๅฉใใใใ๏ผใ ใๅชๅญใไฟบใ่ชฐใใใๅใฎ็ถ่ฆชใฎๆญปใๆใใงใใใใจใ็่งฃใใฆใใใใชใ้ใๆธกใใฎใฏใใใ ใใใใงใๆ็ถใใ็ตใใฃใๅพใซใ ใใ ใใใ ใ่จใใจใ้ป่ฉฑใฏๅใใใใ ๅชๅญใฎ้กใซใฏๅฐๆใๆตฎใใใงใใใใใคใฆๅฝผใฏ็ถใซๅฏพใใฆๆฌๆใๆใฃใฆใใใฏใใ ใฃใใใใใใไปใฎๅฝผใฎๅฃฐใซใฏๆฌๆฐใฎๆใใฟใๆปฒใใงใใใ ใชใใ ๏ผ 2ๅนดๅใฎ้ซๆฉๅฎถใฎ็ ด็ฃใจ็ตใณใคใใฆ่ใใใจใๅถ็ถใฎๅบๆฅไบใจใฏๆใใชใใชใฃใฆใใใ ใใใใใใฆใๅณปไปใ่ฃใงไฝใใไปๆใใใฎใ ใใใใใๅฎๅฎถใฏไธไฝใฉใใใฃใฆๅฝผใๆใใใฆใใพใฃใใฎใ ใใ๏ผ ไปใ่ใ่พผใไฝ่ฃใใชใใ็ถใฎๆฒป็่ฒปใไฝใจใใใใฎใๆๅชๅ ใ ใฃใใ ๆ่กๅฎคใฎๆใ้ใใใใๅ ็๏ผใ ใ้ซๆฉใใใใ็ถๆงใฏใชใใจใๆใกใใใใพใใใใ ๅชๅญใฏใใใใ่ธใๆซใงไธใใใใ ไป่ญทไบบใซ็ถใไปปใใๅธๅฝนๆใซๆฅใใ ใใๅณปไปใฏใฉใใซใใชใใฃใใ ็ฆใฆ้ป่ฉฑใใใใใใๅธๅฝนๆใซ็ใใใใใฉใใซใใใฎ๏ผใ ใไบๅๅฎคใ ใใ ใไปใใ้ขๅฉๆ็ถใใๆธใพใใซๆฅใฆใใใชใ๏ผใ ๅณปไปใฏ่ใ็ฌใฃใฆ่จใฃใใใๆฐๅๅใฎๅฅ็ดใจใๅใใฉใฃใกใๅคงไบใ ใจๆใ๏ผใ ใ็ตใใใพใงๅพ ใคใใโฆโฆๅณปไปใใ้กใใไป็ถใฏใ้ใๅฟ ่ฆใชใฎใใ ใใใๆญปใใ ใใ่ฌๅผไปฃใๅบใใฆใใใใใใใใ ใ่จใใจใๅฝผใฏ้ป่ฉฑใๅใฃใใ ๅใณ้ป่ฉฑใใใใใใใใงใซ้ปๆบใๅใใใใ ๅชๅญใฏๆฏใ่ฉฐใพใใใใชๆ่ฆใซ่ฅฒใใใใ ๅฝผๅฅณใฏใใฃใจใใ้ใซๅ จใฆใๅคฑใฃใฆใใพใฃใใ ไปใๅชๅญใๆใฃใฆใใๅฏไธใฎไพกๅคใใใใฎใฏใ็ตๅฉๆ่ผชใ ใใ ใฃใใ ๅฝผๅฅณใฏๆ่ผชใๅคใใ้ซ็ดๅฎ้ฃพๅบใซ่ถณใ่ธใฟๅ ฅใใใ ใใๅฎขๆงใ่ณผๅ ฅๆใฎ้ ๅๆธใจ่จผๆๆธใฏใๆใกใงใใ๏ผใ ใใฏใใใๅชๅญใฏๆฅใใงๆธ้กใๅทฎใๅบใใใ ใใใใใจใใใใใพใใๆ่ผชใฏๆคๆปใซๅบใๅฟ ่ฆใใใใฎใงใๆๆฅใพใใ้ฃ็ตกใใใฆใใใ ใใพใใใใ ๅชๅญใฏๅ่ฟซใใๅฃฐใง่จใฃใใใๆฅใใงใใใใงใใไปๆฅไธญใซใ้กใใใพใใใ ใใฏใใใๅบๅกใๆ่ผชใๆใกๅปใใใจใใใใฎๆใใใ็ฝใใฆ็น็ดฐใชๆใๆ่ผชใฑใผในใๆผใใใใ ใใใฎๆ่ผชใใจใฆใ็ด ๆตใญใ็งใ่ฒทใใใใ ้กใไธใใๅชๅญใฎ็ฎใซ้ฃใณ่พผใใงใใใฎใฏใๅฝผๅฅณใใใฎไธใงๆใๆใใงใใไบบ็ฉโโๆพๆฌ้็พใ ใฃใ | LEARN_MORE | 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