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Read next chapter | After being released, her malicious stepsister threatened her with their mother's life and tried to send her to an older man. On her way to "sacrifice" herself, she unexpectedly met a mafia kingpin. She took the initiative to seduce him for a partnership. From then on, she turned the tables—tearing apart the fake angel, slapping her stepmother, and refusing to be bullied again! ===== 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. 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Read next chapter | After being released, her malicious stepsister threatened her with their mother's life and tried to send her to an older man. On her way to "sacrifice" herself, she unexpectedly met a mafia kingpin. She took the initiative to seduce him for a partnership. From then on, she turned the tables—tearing apart the fake angel, slapping her stepmother, and refusing to be bullied again! ===== 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 | After being released, her malicious stepsister threatened her with their mother's life and tried to send her to an older man. On her way to "sacrifice" herself, she unexpectedly met a mafia kingpin. She took the initiative to seduce him for a partnership. From then on, she turned the tables—tearing apart the fake angel, slapping her stepmother, and refusing to be bullied again! ===== 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 | After being released, her malicious stepsister threatened her with their mother's life and tried to send her to an older man. On her way to "sacrifice" herself, she unexpectedly met a mafia kingpin. She took the initiative to seduce him for a partnership. From then on, she turned the tables—tearing apart the fake angel, slapping her stepmother, and refusing to be bullied again! ===== 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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Yes | 2025-02-03 01:27 | active | 2451 | 0 | 💓Mga Anak ng Bilyonaryo💓 | Madiing tinali ni Lorelei ang sintas ng luma niyang sapatos. Kalahating oras na lang ay magsisimula na ang klase niya ngunit hinihintay niya pa ang perang ibibigay ng kanyang Tita Agnes. Pang-huling taon na niya sa kolehiyo sa kursong business management. Gusto niya ay siya na ang mag-manage sa maliit na restaurant na iniwan ng yumao niyang ina na hawak ng Tita niya. Nagsalubong ang mga kilay niya at napasandal sa lumang sofa matapos marinig ang halinghing ng Tita niya mula sa kwarto. Sigurado siyang naroon na naman ang kinakasama nitong lalaki na si Richard. "Idiin mo, Richard!" dinig pa niyang sigaw ng Tita niya. Naiiling siyang pumikit. Maya-maya pa matatapos ang mga ito kaya naman tumayo na siya at kumatok sa pinto ng kwarto. "Tita, aalis na po ako." "Oh! Ode umalis ka—Richard!" muling hiyaw pa nito. "Iyong pera ko po," paalala niya pa rito ngunit daing at halinghing ang sagot nito. Paulit-ulit niyang kinatok ang pinto. Ang huling bigay nito ay limangdaan na pinagkasya niya ng isang linggo. Ayaw naman niyang basagin ang alkansyang baboy niya na mamiso lang ang laman. Nabitin sa ere ang pagkatok niya noong bumukas ang pinto. Niluwa no'n si Richard na pawisin, tanging basketball short ang suot, may hawak din itong libo-libong pera sa kamay. Namumutok ang mga braso nito at halos masakop ang pinto sa laki ng katawan. Mukha pa itong aburido noong tumingin sa kanya kaya napaatras siya. "Istorbo," parinig pa nito bago siya lagpasan. Napamaang siya at agad na pumasok sa kwarto. Huli niya pang nagsusuot pa lang ng t-shirt ang Tita niya. "Pera lang ang habol sa'yo ni Richard, Tita. Hiwalayan mo na iyon. Ang laki ng katawan no'n at kaya no'n ang magtrabaho—" "Huwag kang makialam sa desisyon ko at hindi naman kita anak. Ikaw ang lumayas kung gusto mo. Bukas makalawa ay dito na titira si Richard. Mas maganda siguro kung humanap ka na ng ibang matitirahan at baka maging kaagaw pa kita sa kanya. Malaki ka na, kaya mo na ang sarili mo," pinal nitong sambit bago nagsuot ng underwear. Nag-init ang sulok ng mga mata niya, "Ginagatasan ka lang ng pera ni Richard, Tita—" "Oh ayan, dalawang libo para matikom iyang bibig mo. Huling baon mo na iyan. Gagamitin ni Richard ang pera at magtatayo siya ng talyer." Mas lalo siyang nanlumo, "Hindi po pwede iyon. Pera ni Mama ang mga iyan. Kita sa restaurant niya, Tita. Huwag naman po kayong magpabilog kay Richard!" hindi niya mapigilang ilakas ang boses niya. Napalunok pa siya at natakot noong tumayo ito at lumapit sa kanya. Matalim na ang tingin nito. "Aba! Ano'ng pera ng Mama mo? Ilagay mo sa kokote mong matagal ng patay ang Mama mo at akin na ang restaurant na iyon. Pinag-aral at pinakain na kita. Nasa tamang edad ka na at kaya mo ng magtrabaho." Ilang beses pa nitong tinulak-tulak ang noo niya. "Hala sige, layas!" galit pa nitong sigaw bago siya itulak palabas ng pinto. Pinigil niya ang mga luha. Bandang huli ay hindi niya nakuha ang dalawang libong bigay nito. Nanghiram pa tuloy siya ng pera kay Nica. "Paano ang OJT mo? Titigil ka kailan huling taon na, Lei?" Nasapo niya ang noo at napasubsob sa mesa. Simula noong maging boyfriend ng Tita niya si Richard ay naging ganoon na ang Tita niya. "Ewan ko. Hindi ko na alam, Nica." Bumikig ang lalamunan niya sa badyang pag-iyak. Ni hindi niya pinansin ang grupong lumapit sa kanila. "Si Alicia," bulong pa sa kanya ni Nica. Si Alicia ang pinakasikat sa university nila. Mayaman, makinis, at madaming kakilala. Napasilip pa siya rito. Malaki ang ngiti nito, litaw ang naka-braces na ngipin. Ni hindi gumagalaw ang kulot na buhok na kulay blonde. Napaayos siya ng upo noong maglapag ito ng papel. "We're recruiting members for our sorority. You might want to join. Tonight is the initiation," magiliw nitong saad. Nangunot ang noo niya. Alam niyang hindi magandang sumali sa sorority ngunit noong mabasa niya ang mga benefits sa papel ay napalunok siya. "Free education and free allowance. Mayayaman lahat ng kasali at mga iilang negosyante. Nagpaparami lang kami ng miyembro. No fees, all free. Don't worry about the initiation, hindi naman iyon masakit. I would love to see both of you tonight." Kumindat pa ito bago umalis kasama ang dalawa pang alagad nito. "Maganda ang benefits nila, Lei. Solve ang problema mo kapag sumali tayo." Dumukwang ito at nilapit ang tainga sa kanya, "Tsaka alam mo ba, balita ko may kasapi silang Fraternity na puro gwapo," dagdag na bulong nito bago humagikhik. Wala siyang pakialam sa mga gwapo. Ang kagustuhan niyang makatapos ng kolehiyo ang nagtulak sa kanyang sumali. Makailang beses niya pang sinuklay ang malambot, tuwid, at maitim na hanggang balikat niyang buhok. Ginamit niya rin ang lipbalm upang malambot tingnan ang mga labi niya. Kaunting polbo lang ay sinuot na niya ang puting lumang bestida niyang abot hanggang tuhod at sandalyas na naging dirty white na. Kabado pa siya noong makarating sa hideout ng mga ito. Nasa pila na rin si Nica na agad kumaway sa kanya. Mabilis siyang lumapit. "Piliin raw natin iyong sarap sabi ni Alicia. Lahat kasi ng pumili ng hirap ay dinadala sa kabila at nakakatanggap ng hampas at palo," bulong nito. "Huh? Akala ko ba hindi masakit ang initiation nila?" "Hindi nga kapag sarap ang pinili mo. Basta, doon tayo sa turo ni Alicia. Ayokong magkapeklat, Lei." Napalunok siya at hindi mawari ang kaba sa dibdib niya. Makailang beses niya pang pinisil ang mga kamay. "Nica Fernandez!" sigaw ng lalaking tingin niya ay bouncer. Nagtaas ng kamay ang kaibigan niya bago humarap sa kanya. "Tandaan mo ang pipiliin mo, Lei. Iyon ang pipiliin ko. Magkita na lang tayo ulit bukas. Para sa pangarap, Lei!" pagpapasigla pa nito ngunit hindi niya masuklian ng ngiti. Siya na ang kasunod pagkatapos nito ngunit hindi na siya mapakali. May tatlo pang babae sa likod niya at dinig niyang pipiliin din ng mga ito ang pinapapili sa kanya ni Nica. "Lorelei Carpio!" Napaigtad siya sa malakas na sigaw ng bouncer. Muntik pa siyang madapa sa pagkataranta para lang makalapit. Tumuwid siya ng tayo. Pinasadahan siya nito ng tingin. Nangunot ang noo nito ngunit hindi nagkomento. Baka iniisip nitong bata siya sa height niyang 5'5 at balingkinitang katawan. "Sarap o hirap, Miss?" hindi nakangiting tanong nito. Napalunok siya at naumid yata ang dila pero kailangan niyang sumagot. Malaking benepisyo ang makukuha niya kapag natanggap siya sa sorority ni Alicia. "S-arap po," pikit-matang sagot niya. Inangat nito ang palad at agad na lumapit ang isa pang bouncer. "Nandiyan na ba si Phoenix?" tanong nito sa tinawag. "Kadarating lang pero nasa kwarto na." "Good. Ibigay mo 'yan sa kanya at ipaalala mong birhen 'yan," utos pa nito sa lalaki. Nangunot ang noo niya ngunit napapikit noong basta na lang siya lagyan ng blindfold sa mga mata. "B-akit po may blindfold?" kabadong tanong niya. "Hindi mo pwedeng makita ang makakasama mo. Bawal mong silipin o tanungin ang pangalan niya. Kapag ginawa mo iyon, madi-disqualify ka at hindi ka tatanggapin sa grupo," paalala pa ng bouncer na lumapit. Tinatak niya sa isip ang mga sinabi nito. Napasunod siya noong hilahin siya nito sa kung saan. Narinig niya rin ang tunog ng doorknob. Marahan pa siya nitong tinulak sa loob. Sumalubong sa kanya ang mabangong amoy ng lemon. Hindi niya mawari kung air freshener iyon o pabango. "New recruit?" tanong ng mababa at tila namamaos na boses. Nanindig pa ang mga balahibo niya sa bahagyang lamig sa boses nito. "Birhen 'yan. Ingatan mo." Nahigit niya ang hininga at kinabahan noong bitiwan na siya ng lalaki. Ramdam niya bigla ang tensyon sa paligid, maging ang mariing titig sa kanya. "I'm not gonna educate you. I hope you know why you are here and why you came here... willingly," seryosong sambit pa nito gamit ang namamaos nitong boses. Mabilis siyang tumango. Ang sabi sa kanya ay mabilis lang ang initiation kaya baka tanong nga lang iyon. "Uhm, I w-ant to finish my studies; that's why I came here," kabadong sagot niya ngunit malutong pagmumura ang narinig niya mula dito. Kasunod ay ang pagbukas ng pinto, "Inosente itong ni-recruit niyo! Get her outta here!" biglang sigaw nito sa labas. "You can't back out, Phoenix. Alam mo ang mangyayari sa kanya kapag pinaalis mo siya ngayon," madiing sagot ng kung sino. Marahas na buntong hininga ang narinig niya at malakas ding sinara ang pinto. Nagtaasan muli ang mga balahibo niya sa gulat noong humawak ang may kagaspangan nitong palad sa braso niya. "I hope you won't regret coming here," mabigat nitong bulong. Nanlamig siya noong umikot ang malaking braso nito sa bewang niya. Sa tantiya niya ay malaki din ang katawan nito lalo na noong lumapat ang balikat niya sa malapad nitong dibdib. Napaatras pa siya noong maramdaman ang daliri nitong binababa ang strap ng kanyang bestida. "A-nong gagawin mo?" Humakbang ito na kinaatras niya. Mahina siyang napasigaw sa pagbagsak niya sa kama. Gulat pa siya sa malaking katawan na biglang umibabaw sa kanya. Kumalabog ng husto ang puso nita. Sakop na sakop ng malaking katawan nito ang katawan niya. "S-andali!" Sinubukan niyang pigilan ang dibdib nito kahit hindi niya nakikita ngunit hinuli nito ang mga kamay niya at parehong pininid sa kama gamit ang isang palad nito. Bumigat ang paghinga niya lalo na noong sumiksik sa looban ng bestida niya ang malaking palad nito. "You should not have come here, Miss. Now you left me no choice but to take you," mabigat na bulong nito bago lumapat ang mga basang labi sa kanyang leeg. Lalo siyang nanlamig matapos matanto ang nangyayari. Hindi siya nakakilos. Ang naglalakabay nitong mainit na palad at ang malaking katawan nito sa itaas niya ay sapat na upang mangilid ang mga luha niya. "H-uwag po," nanginig pa ang boses niya. Marahas na bumuntong hininga ang lalaki, "You chose this. I tried my best to help you. The least thing I can do... is to be gentle," tila nahihirapang bulong nito. Napalunok siya kahit pa unti-unti nitong naalis ang mga saplot niya. Niyakap siya ng lamig ng aircon ngunit natakpan sa init ng malaking katawan nitong nasa itaas niya. Ang kabog ng dibdib niya ay walang kasing lakas sa pinaghalong kaba at kung ano man ang pinaparamdam nito sa kanya lalo noong dumausdos ito pababa... sa pagitan ng mga hita niya. Nanginig ang mga hita niya noong maramdaman ang mainit nitong paghinga't bibig nitong dumampi doon. Pinagpawisan siya nang malagkit kasabay ng kaba. Tanging impit na ungol at daing ang naibulalas niya. Ramdam na ramdam niya ang bibig nito doon. Napapabalikwas ang bewang niya ngunit hindi ito masipa. Para siyang na-estatwa noong magtagal ito doon hanggang sa mahabang ungol ang kumawala sa mga labi niya. Hinihingal pa siya sa paggapang nito muli sa itaas niya, pinaghiwalay ang mga hita niya, at pinwesto ang malaking katawan doon. Hindi siya nakaprotesta, naumid ang dila niya at hindi mahanap ang boses niya. Sunod na lang niyang namalayan ay ang pagtulo ng luha niya sa hapdi matapos mag-isa ang katawan nila. Namilipit siya sa sakit sa bawat galaw nito. Tila napunit na nito lahat ng nasa loob niya at kahit bagalan pa nito ay hiyaw ang kumakawala sa bibig niya. Pinirmi pa nito ang bewang niya. Nawalan na rin ng lakas ang mga kamay niya na kahit binitiwan nito ay hindi siya nakakilos para itulak ito. Namimigat ang paghinga niya at napapa-igik sa bawat madiing galaw nito sa loob niya. Ramdam na ramdam niya ang malaking katawan nitong gumagalaw sa kanyang itaas. Ni hindi niya alam kung paanong natapos ang pangyayaring iyon. Ang alam niya lang ay nakuha ng isang estrangherong lalaki ang puri niya. Paggising niya ay nananakit ang katawan niya. Takot pa siyang alisin ang blindfold ngunit kusa iyong nalaglag. Namulatan niya ang tahimik na kwarto, walang bakas na may nakasama siya ngunit ang dugo sa kobre kama ay patunay na wala na sa kanya ang iniingatan niya. Napasubsob siya sa kanyang tuhod at napahagulhol. Masyado siyang nagpadalos-dalos sa desisyon niya! Dapat ay inalam niya muna kung ano'ng klaseng sarap ang sinasabi ng mga ito! Kahit hirap maglakad ay pinilit niya ang sariling magbihis at umalis sa lugar na iyon. Wala na rin naman ang mga bouncer. Kahit si Nica ay hindi niya mahagilap. Sa sobrang pagod niya ay hindi na niya pinansin ang boyfriend ng Tita niya na nasa sala. Diretso siyang kwarto at binagsak ang katawan doon. Ang masama, nilagnat pa siya at napanaginipan ng ilang beses ang nangyari! Tatlong araw din siyang hindi nakapasok. Para siyang lutang na naglalakad noong pumasok na sa eskwela. Natulala pa siya sa nakangiti niyang kaibigan. "Bayad na ang tuition fee nating dalawa. Ang galing! May allowance pa, Lei!" Hagikhik nito bago pinakita ang cheque na may malaking halagang nakasulat. Napalunok siya. Ito na iyon. Ito na ang kapalit ng pagsali nila sa Sorority. Dapat bang kalimutan na lang niya ang nangyari sa kanila ng lalaki? "Ang balita ko ay mga Fraternity leader ang mga lalaking iyon, Lei. Hindi ko rin nakilala ang sa'kin," kwento pa ni Nica sa kanya. "H-indi ka ba umiyak? O nasaktan? Ako kasi pakiramdam ko nahati ang katawan ko," mahinang sambit niya. Namula ang mga pisngi nito, "Hindi ko una iyon kaya... sakto lang ang sakit." Napaawang ang mga labi niya sa kaibigan. Hindi pa mag-sink in sa kanya iyon. Wala naman siyang karapatan na husgahan ito kaya tumango na lang siya. "Wala bang meeting ang Sorority ngayon? Gusto kong magtanong kay Alicia. Baka pwede ko ng makita man lang iyong Phoenix na nakasama ko," imbis ay liko niya sa usapan. "Hindi tayo natanggap doon, Lei." "A-no? P-aanong hindi? Pero bayad na ang tuition fee base na rin sa benefits nila." Umiling ito, "Bayad iyon sa'tin, Lei. Hindi tayo kasapi ng grupo nila. Hindi tayo tinanggap." Para siyang nabingi sa narinig. Kumuyom ang kamao niya. Ang ibig sabihin ay inalay lang sila sa mga Fraternity leader na iyon. Gusto niyang magdamdam at ibalik ang perang natanggap ngunit hindi niya magawa lalo na noong mas maghigpit sa pera ang Tita Agnes niya. Naka-survive siya ng halos dalawang buwan sa allowance na bigay ng grupo. May natira pa ngunit hindi sasapat iyon kaya muli siyang kumakatok sa kwarto ng Tita niya. "Tita, hihingi po sana ako ng allowance—" Nabitin sa ere ang kamay niya at napatingala kay Richard noong buksan nito ang kwarto. Sumandal pa ito at humalukipkip. Napaatras siya noong bigla siya nitong pasadahan ng tingin mula ulo hanggang paa. Nagtagal pa ang mga titig nito sa mga dibdib niya kaya nayakap niya ang sarili. "B-akit ka nandito? N-asaan si Tita Agnes?" Ngumisi ito at mas niluwangan ang pinto, "Dito na ako nakatira. May binili lang ang Tita mo. Kalahating oras pa iyon sa bayan. Baka gusto mong paligayahin muna kita." Napasinghap siya sa takot at umatras "Manyak!" galit niyang sigaw dito ngunit pilit nitong inabot ang siko niya at hinihila siya papasok sa kwarto. "Mabilis lang, Lei. Hindi malalaman ng Tita mo. Tayong dalawa lang—" "Bitiwan mo ko! Ayoko sa'yo!" Malakas niya itong sinampal. Nabitiwan siya nito at sinalo ang pisnging sinampal niya. "Punyeta ka, Lorelei! Bakit mo sinampal si Richard?!" biglang sigaw ng Tita niya mula sa likod kaya natulos siya sa kinatatayuan.p Nanginig siya sa kaba lalo na sa nanlilisik na tingin ng Tita niya. "T-ita, kasi—" "Lumayas kang Punyeta ka! Palamunin ka na nga lang hindi ka pa marunong rumespeto!" Namilog ang mga mata niya noong bigla na lang siya nitong hilahin sa buhok at kaladkarin sa labas ng bahay. "T-ita, nagkakamali kayo! Sinubukan niya akong dalhin sa kwarto—" "Wala akong pakialam! Napakalandi mo at pati boyfriend ko inaakit mo!" sigaw nito bago siya tinulak sa labas ng pinto. Muntik na siyang sumubsob sa lupa kun'di siya nakabalanse. Malakas pa nitong sinarado ang pinto ngunit bumalik para lang itapon sa pagmumukha niya ang iilang damit. "Lumayas ka at huwag kang babalik dito! Hindi ko kailangan ng malanding pamangkin!" sobrang lakas na sigaw nito na nakapagpalabas sa mga kapitbahay nila. Hiyang-hiya siya noong magbulungan ang mga iyon. Nayakap na lang niya ang mga damit at ang alkansyang baboy niyang tinapon nito sa kanyang paanan. Nagbagsakan ang mga luha niya. Gusto niyang ipaglaban na bahay iyon ng Mama niya ngunit alam niyang hindi na makikinig ang tiyahin niya. Tinago na lang niya ang mukha sa mga damit na hawak at mabilis na nagtawag ng tricycle. Nagpunta siya kila Nica at maging ito ay gigil na gigil sa tiyahin niya at kay Richard matapos niyang magkwento. "Ipabarangay mo, Lei. Wala siyang karapatan sa bahay na iyon. Sa'yo iyon! Pati ang negosyo ng Mama mo, sa'yo iyon! Pinagkaitan ka niya, lahat ng pera ng Mama mo siya ang nagwaldas. Hmp! Kumukulo ang dugo ko sa Tita Agnes mo!" Umakto pa itong manunugod ngunit pinigilan niya sa siko at umiling dito. "H-uwag na, Nica. Hindi ko na rin naman gugustuhing bumalik doon lalo na kung naroon si Richard." "Pero paano ka? Saan ka titira? Paano ang pag-aaral mo? Patapos na tayo, Lei. Bayad na rin ang tuition fee mo." Bumagsak ang tingin niya sa sahig at nanlabo ang mga mata. Hindi niya rin alam kung paano malalagpasan iyon pero pinilit niyang maghanap ng trabaho at apartment na maliit. Sakto lang sa kanya ngunit pagod na pagod nga lang siya bilang waitress ng eatery. Makailang beses tuloy siyang nakatulog sa klase at ang huli ay nahuli pa siya ng lalaking matandang professor niya. "Miss Carpio, alam mong bawal matulog sa klase ko." Napalunok siya at hindi mapigilan ang mga pumipikit na mga mata, "S-orry, Sir. Hindi na po mauulit." Umismid ito at lumayo ngunit noong makita siya na muling pumikit ay galit na siya nitong pinalabas. Nanghihina tuloy siyang napakapit sa pader ng hallway. Naghabol ng paghinga at pakiramdam niya ay umiikot ang paligid niya. Isang hakbang pa ay alam niyang sinakop na siya ng dilim. Noong magising ay nasa tabi na niya si Nica na mukhang kinabahan. Mabilis pa itong umalalay noong pilitin niyang umupo. "Ano'ng nangyari? Tsaka bakit ako nasa clinic, Nica?" Natameme ito ngunit nangilid ang luha sa gilid ng mga mata. Binugso tuloy siya ng kaba at napatitig dito. "B-akit, Nica?" Suminghot ito, "B-untis ka, Lei." Tila nawalan siya ng paghinga sa narinig mula dito. Napalunok siya at nag-init ang sulok ng mga mata. "Hindi gumamit ng proteksyon ang nakasama mo sa initiation, Lei. Binuntis ka niya," sobrang hinang sambit nito. Bumagsak ang luha niya at nanginginig ang kamay na dumapo sa impis niyang tiyan. "Patakaran ng Fraternity nila na gumamit ng proteksyon, pero dahil buntis ka... sigurado akong hindi siya gumamit no'n," patuloy pa nitong paliwanag ngunit naba-blangko na ang isip niya lalo't hindi na niya alam ang sunod na gagawin sa buhay niya. "P-aano ko siya mahahanap, Nica? Paano na ako? Hindi ko pa kaya." Tuloy - tuloy na naglandas ang mga luha niya habang inaalala ang pangalan ng lalaki. "Phoenix. Tama, Phoenix ang pangalan niya, Nica. Hanapin na'tin. Itanong na'tin kay Alicia," pagsusumamo niya sa kaibigan ngunit umiling ito. "Phoenix is just a code name, Lei. Sigurado akong hindi rin siya kilala ni Alicia lalo na kung isa siya sa mga leader," sagot nito na nagpabagsak sa mga balikat niya. "Tingin ko, sinadya niyang buntisin ka," muling sambit nito na nagpakuyom sa kamao niya. FIVE YEARS LATER Para siyang pinutulan ng pakpak dahil sa nangyaring iyon sa buhay niya. Wala siyang choice noon kun'di tumigil sa pag-aaral at magpokus sa trabaho para may pera pagkapanganak niya. Sinubukan naman niyang hanapin ang lalaki, pati nga si Alicia ay ginulo niya ngunit bigla na lang itong naglaho na parang bula. Pati ang kaibigan niyang si Nica ay bigla ring nawala at hindi alam kung saan napunta kaya natakot siyang maghaluglog pa ng impormasyon. Ang tanging nalaman niya ay leader ng Alpha Omega Fraternity ang lalaking nakakuha sa pagkabirhen niya. Limang taon na ang lumipas ngunit hindi niya talaga makakalimutan ang nangyaring iyon lalo't dalawang supling ang pabaon sa kanya ng lalaki. "Mama, wait ka namin mamaya. Promise mo bibili po tayo ng toys?" Kumurap-kurap pa sa kanya ang biluging mga mata ng anak niyang babaeng si Odessy. Marahan siyang lumuhod at inayos ang pagkaka-pigtail ng buhok nito. "Promise! Huwag kang lalayo kay Achi ah? Makinig kay teacher," habilin niya dito bago marahang hinila din palapit ang anak niyang lalaking si Achilles. "Mama, iyong book. Isa na lang bilhin mo po, share na lang kami ni Ody," marahang paalala sa kanya ni Achilles. Pilit siyang ngumiti sa mga ito. Parehong nasa daycare ang dalawa. Pinipilit niyang maibigay lahat ng pangangailangan nila pero sobrang hirap lalo't hindi siya tapos ng kolehiyo at hindi makahanap ng trabahong mataas ang pasahod. "Hindi pwede, Achi. Kailangan tig-isa kayo. Doon kayo sasagot. Ako ng bahala. Bantayan mo ang kapatid mo. Baka makipag-away." Ginulo niya pa ang buhok ito at marahang kinurot ang hindi kalakihang pisngi. "Pwede naman ako sa papel lang sasagot, Mama," pilit nito na inilingan niya. Ayaw niya ng ganoon. Hindi niya ipagkakait ang magandang edukasyon sa mga anak niya. Hindi hangga't nabubuhay siya. "Si Mama na bahala. Ubusin niyo baon niyo. Okii?" Malawak na ngumiti si Ody sa kanya at humawak sa braso ng kapatid. Si Achi man ay pilit na ngumiti. "Mama, ingat!" sabay pang sigaw ng dalawa bago maglakad papasok sa classroom. Pinigilan niya ang naninikip na dibdib matapos tumama sa liwanag ng araw ang mga mata ng mga ito at masilayan kung paanong naging kayumanggi ang mga itim na mga mata ng mga ito. Ilang beses na niyang hinanap sa mga lalaki ang ganoong klase ng mata. Maitim kapag walang araw ngunit kulay kayumanggi kapag nasinagan. Hindi ganoon ang mga mata niya kaya sigurado siyang namana ng dalawa iyon sa mga ama ng mga ito. Hindi rin siya naniniwalang sinadya siyang buntisin ng lalaking iyon dahil hanggang ngayon, walang nagpapakilala para akuin ang mga anak niya. Bumuga siya ng hangin at agad na nagtungo sa opisina ng abogadong amo niya. Ngunit masamang balita ang bumungad sa kanya. "I'm really sorry, Lei. Ipapasara na ang firm. Sa bahay na muna magtatrabaho ang asawa ko at ako na muna ang sekretarya niya. Pasensya ka na. Huling sahod mo na 'to." Nilapit pa ni Misis Alvarez ang sobre sa kanya. Napalunok siya at napatitig doon. Dalawang taon na siyang sekretarya ni Mr. Alvarez at hindi naman lingid sa kaalamam niyang pabagsak na ang firm nito. Nilunok na lang niya ang bikig sa lalamunan niya. Sigurado siyang mahihirapan na naman siyang maghanap ng trabaho. Nakagat niya ang ibabang labi. Umikot na rin sa isip niya ang mga bayarin niya. Simula sa renta sa bahay, sa kuryente, allowance ng kambal, at mga bayarin sa eskwela. "W-ala po ba kayong kilala na... pwede kong lipatan, Misis Alvarez?" Bumuntong hininga ang Ginang, "Tatawagan ko ang kakilala ko, Hija. Itatanong ko kung may alam siyang naghahanap ng sekretarya pero hindi ako nangangako. Tatawagan na lang kita." Bagsak ang balikat na umalis siya doon. Halos hindi siya makalunok matapos bilangin ang iilang libong sahod niya para sa buwan na iyon. Tubig nga lang ang binili niya sa convenience store habang nagtitingin - tingin sa diyaryo. Kahit ano'ng trabaho papatusin na niya kaysa walang trabaho sa loob ng ilang buwan. "Tanggal na naman?! Pang ilan na 'yan ngayong buwan. Ano bang gusto niya? Single? Walang single na babae ang papatol sa gusto ni Mr. Montanier —Fine, Eman. Ako na ang maghahanap ng bago niyang sekretarya. Kainis!" Nagpantig ang tainga niya sa narinig at mabilis na napaangat ng tingin sa Ginang na aburidong binaba ang hawak na cellphone. Mabilis siyang tumayo noong akma itong lalabas sa convenience store. Nagulat ito noong pigilan niya sa braso. "Bakit, Hija?" Kumunot ang noo nito sa kanya. Sa tantiya niya ay nasa edad forty-five na ito base na rin sa iilang litaw na puting buhok. "N-aghahanap po kayo ng sekretarya?" kabadong tanong niya. Literal na pinasadahan siya nito ng tingin mula ulo hanggang paa. Sa kaba niya ay nabitiwan niya ang braso nito. "May asawa ka?" Mabilis siyang umiling, "Wala po!" Tumango ito at nilahad ang kamay kaya mabilis niyang nilagay doon ang resume niya. Mabilis nitong pinasadahan ang papel bago pinasok sa bag nito. "Tanggap ka na. Sumama ka sa'kin." Walang pagdadalawang isip siyang sumama sa Ginang. Imbis na sa kumpanya ay sa malaki at modernong bahay siya dinala. Sa isang exclusive subdivision iyon. Babasagin ang dingding at kumikinang ang mga mamahaling mwebles ng bahay. Kulay abo at puti ang bahay kaya sigurado siyang lalaki ang magiging amo niya. "Ako si Melia, Hija. Pinaka-sekretarya ni Sir Hector. Bukod sa'kin, may isa pa siyang sekretarya, si Eman. Pareho kaming sa kumpanya at kailangan pa ng isa pang sekretarya ni Sir Hector. On-call at kung pwede ay stay-in." Natigilan siya sa sinabi nito, "Stay-in po?" Hindi pwede sa kanya ang trabahong ganoon lalo na kung hindi pwedeng dalhin ang mga anak niya. "Bawal ba, Hija? Kaya tinanong kita kung may asawa ka. Madalas na magtrabaho sa bahay si Hector. Workholic at umaabot ng madaling araw. Kailangan na may magremind sa kanya sa schedule at dapat niyang pirmahan. Hindi naman madalas na stay-in pero paglalaanan na kita ng kwarto dito. Wala ka naman din sigurong anak di ba? Gusto niya ay single, walang extra baggage at kaya ang trabaho. Sana naman ikaw na ang huli at magtatagal dito sa bahay niya," patuloy na paliwanag nito. Nakagat niya ang ibabang labi. Kung ganoon hindi niya pwedeng sabihin na may kambal siyang anak. "Maglipat ka na ng iilang gamit mo. Pwede kang bumalik bukas ng umaga para pag-usapan ang sahod mo. Nasa event pa si Sir Hector at madaling araw pa babalik. Lahat ng gamit dito pwede mong gamitin. Kung masipag ka, linisin mo na rin, may dagdag sahod naman. Isabay mo na rin ang kwarto niya." "Hindi po ba nakakatakot si Sir Hector?" Natigil ito sa tanong niya. Pagkaraan ay tinuro ang malaking portrait sa sala. Sinundan niya iyon ng tingin. Nagtaasaan ang mga balahibo niya sa klase ng tingin nito sa camera. Galit maging ang magkasalubong nitong makapal na kilay. Walang ngiti ang manipis na labi at mabalbas na panga. Halata ring matigas ang panga nito. At ang ilong, sobrang tangos! Maging ang buhok nitong nakasuklay palikod ay kumikinang sa larawan. Higit sa lahat, litaw ang matipunong dibdib nitong may makapal na balahibo. Sa larawan ay seryoso itong nag-aayos sa relong pambisig. "He's Hector Montanier and he's a perfectionist. So please, beware. Huwag kang gumawa ng bagay na ikakagalit niya kung ayaw mong mawalan agad ng trabaho, Hija," madiing paalala nito kaya napalunok siya. Kaya niya ba? Kaya niya bang pagsilbihan ang lalaking sa larawan pa lang ay mukhang papatay na? Paano pa sa personal? Baka hindi na siya makahinga kapag nakaharap ito. "Gusto ka niyang makausap." Gulat pa siya noong ilahad ni Miss Melia ang cellphone sa kanya. Nanginginig ang kamay niyang tinanggap iyon at nilagay sa tainga niya. Dinig niya ang mahinang musika sa background ngunit mas dinig niya ang mabibigat nitong paghinga. "Your name?" swabe at malamig ang boses nito kaya nahigit niya ang paghinga. "L-orelei Carpio po, Sir." Mahina ngunit marahas na paghinga ang narinig niya mula dito. "Lorelei, hmm," namamaos na sambit nito sa pangalan niya at hindi niya alam kung bakit naghatid iyon ng kakaibang init sa kaibuturan niya. Mabilis niyang binalik ang cellphone kay Miss Melia. Tumatahip ang dibdib niya at hindi kayang kausapin ang bagong boss niya. "B-abalik na lang po ako bukas," tarantang paalam niya. Kahit hindi pa ito um-oo ay lumabas na siya ng bahay na iyon. May mali sa pakiramdam niya. Bakit ganoon? Bakit pakiramdam niya buong boses nito ang humagod sa katawan niya? Iniisip niya pa kung narinig na ba niya iyon noon, pamilyar ngunit hindi niya maalala. "Lorelei, hmm." Muling umulit sa isipan niya ang pagtawag nito sa kanya. Naipagdikit niya ang mga hita lalo't tila namasa ang nasa pagitan ng mga iyon. Bumigat ang paghinga niya. Parang ayaw na niyang tanggapin ang trabaho lalo na kung araw - araw niyang makakasalamuha si Hector Montanier. Tulala tuloy siya noong sunduin ang kambal. Dinala niya pa sa malapit na bilihan ng laruan para na rin makalimutan niya ang pagtawag ni Sir Hector sa kanya. "Itong teddy bear na lang, Mama. Kapag barbie, ako lang ang maglalaro, kapag car naman, si Achi lang. Pero itong bear, pwede kaming share, Mama!" Masiglang tinaas pa ni Ody ang maliit na puting teddy bear. Nahabag siya sa mga ito. Hindi man lang niya maibili ng kahit tig-isang laruan. Hindi man lang niya mapakain sa sikat na fastfood ang mga anak. Mabilis siyang tumango ngunit umiwas ng tingin noong mapansin ang paninitig ni Achi sa kanya. Binayaran na lang niya ang teddy bear para makauwi na sila. Akala niya ay nakaligtas na siya sa mapanuring titig ng anak ngunit hindi. "Mama, iyong book. Kailangan na raw bilhin. Isa na lang, Mama. Kay Ody na lang. Kung hindi pwede, sa susunod na lang po ako mag-aral," kalmadong pagkausap ni Achi sa kanya. Parang pinilipit ang puso niya. Hindi niya hahayaan na mangyari iyon! Hindi deserve ng mga anak niya na maranasan ang nangyari sa kanya. "Hindi, Achi. Bibilhin natin bukas iyon. May bago na akong trabaho." Pinisil niya pa muli ang pisngi nito. Namula nga iyon lalo na't sobrang puti ng dalawa. Ang balak tuloy niyang pagtanggi na sa trabaho ay naudlot. Mas kailangan niya pala iyon. Bahala na kung ano'ng klaseng tao si Sir Hector, basta siya, trabaho lang ang gusto niya. Kinabukasan ay kinausap niya ang mga ito na gagabihin siya. Ayaw niyang iwanan pero hindi niya pwedeng isama. Kung malaki ang sahod niya ay kukuha siya ng bantay para sa mga ito. Kabado siyang bumalik sa malaking bahay. Sa harap pa lang ng pinto ay kumakalabog na ang dibdib niya. Kita na niya roon ang mamahaling sport car na wala kahapon. Nanginginig tuloy ang kamay niyang i-input ang code na pinadala pa sa mensahe ni Miss Melia upang mabuksan niya ang pinto. Pagbukas ay tumambad sa kanya ang pares ng mamahaling itim na sapatos. Pinulot niya iyon upang maitabi. Ngunit nabaling ang atensyon niya sa mahinang hilik sa sala. Kinakabahan siyang lumapit. Tumingkayad para lang masilip ang bagong boss niyang mahimbing ang tulog sa sofa. Halos hindi nga ito magkasya doon sa laki ng katawan. Ang isang binti nito ay nasa sahig habang ang isa ay nasa arm rest. Unan nito ang namumutok na braso at higit sa lahat ay bukas ang suot nitong puting longsleeve kaya't malaya niyang nasilayan ang makapal na balahibo sa matipuno nitong dibdib. Napalunok siya at imbis na lumiko ay umakyat ang tingin niya sa awang nitong mga labi. Namumula at nakasilip pa ang pantay-pantay na puting ngipin nito. Sa totoo lang, para itong modelo ng brief at toothpaste na lumabas sa magazine. Pati panga ay naninigas at sigurado siyang hindi basta-basta ang alaga nito sa ibaba. Ano bang pinag-iisip niya?! "Are you done checking me out, Miss?" namamaos pang bigkas nito bigla kaya napasinghap siya. Nabitin sa ere ang paghinga niya at namilog ang mga mata noong magkatitigan sila. Inaantok pa ang itim nitong mga mata at sobrang haba ng mga pilikmata kaya lalo siyang hindi nakapagsalita. "Close your mouth. Your lips look so delectable," inaantok nitong bigkas muli ngunit iba ang dating ng boses sa kanya kaya nag-init ang mga pisngi niya. Ang boses nito ay parang kagagaling sa nakakapagod na ehersisyo sa kama. Magaspang na namamaos. "Close them... please. I might kiss you if you keep drooling on me. Do you want me... to take you here?" biglang tanong nito kaya namula lalo ang mga pisngi niya. Para siyang naeskandalo at hindi na makatingin dito ngunit nahuli niya ang pag-angat ng gilid ng labi nito. Hindi iyon ngiti kun'di maliit na ngisi. Lumitaw pa sa kanang gilid ng labi nito ang hindi kalalimang dimple. "Just kidding. Let's talk inside my office," bawi nito bago biglang bumangon. Mabilis siyang umiwas at napayuko noong basta na lang ito nag-alis ng butones ng longsleeve nito at swabe iyong hinubad. "Do I smell liquor?" mabigat na tanong nito kaya lang ay ayaw niyang lumingon dito kaya nanatili ang titig niya sa sahig. "I'm asking you. Amoy alak ba ako, Lorelei?" halos paos na naman ang boses nito kaya napapikit siya nang mariin. Iba talaga ang hagod ng boses nito sa katawan niya. Lahat ng balahibo niya ay nagtataasan at pati puson niya ay nakikiliti. Napalunok siya noong maramdaman ang paglapit nito. Pagmulat pa niya ay mabalahibong paa ang nakita niya sa harap ng mga paa niya. "N-o, Sir. H-indi po kayo amoy alak," kabadong sagot niya noong akma siya nitong hahawakan. Pag-angat ng tingin niya ay seryoso itong naninitig sa kanya. Salubong ang kilay. Hindi niya nga maitutok ang tingin sa mukha nito lalo't nakabalandra sa harap niya ang hubad nitong katawan. Bumigat ang paghinga niya at gusto na lang pindutin ang matitigas nitong muscles. "In my office," may awtoridad na nitong utos bago tumalikod. Napabuga siya ng hangin. Napapaypay sa sarili at hindi maiwasang manghina. Parang naubos ang lakas niya dito. Sinulyapan niya na lang ang matipuno nitong likod na pumasok sa isang pinto. Huminga siya nang malalim nang ilang beses at binalik ang mga sapatos sa sahig bago sumunod. Nakasandal na ito sa swivel chair at mukhang hinihintay siya. Nahuli niya agad ang mariing titig nito. "Here, Lorelei," malalim na sambit nito at marahang tinipa ang daliri nito sa mesa. Tahimik siyang lumapit kahit nahihiya. Na-conscious siya sa paninitig nito at pakiramdam niya ay hubad na siya sa isip nito. "I might require you to work 24/7, so make sure you don't have any extra baggage to attend to. Don't worry, I'll pay you triple or name your price," seryosong saad nito matapos iabot sa kanya ang blankong cheque na may pirma na nito. Napatitig siya doon ngunit hindi inasahan ang pagtayo nito at paglapit sa likod niya. Muli siyang naestatwa matapos maramdaman ang init ng paghinga nito sa bandang tainga at leeg niya. Hindi pa siya nakakilos noong lumapat sa bewang niya ang mainit at malaking palad nito. "S-ir," kabado niyang bigkas. "Single?" imbis ay tanong nito kaya mabilis siyang tumango. "Good. Birhen?" sunod na tanong nito kaya nanlaki ang mga mata niya. Hindi siya makasagot. Sasabihin ba niyang may anak na siya at kambal pa? Baka hindi siya nito tanggapin! "Y-es, Sir," pagsisinungaling niya. Marahas itong huminga na tila nahihirapan at nagpipigil. Napaangat nang bahagya ang balikat niya noong tumama doon ang matangos nitong ilong na tila inaamoy siya. Nakiliti pa siya sa mabalbas nitong pangang na humagod sa balat niya. "Perfect for me," halos dumikit pa ang labi nito sa paos nitong bulong kasabay ng pagdiin ng palad nito sa kanyang bewang na tila gusto na siyang sunggaban. Hindi niya alam na kanina pa niya pigil ang paghinga kung hindi lang ito lumayo. "Ikukuha kita ng dress. We'll attend an event," pinal na sambit nito kaya namilog ang mga mata niya. "Po? Sir, hindi po pwede—" Mas namilog ang mga niya noong tumama sa mga labi niya ang hintuturo nito upang patigilan siya. "Shhh. Sasama ka. You're now my secretary. Kung nasaan ako, doon ka." madiing sagot nito na akala mo ay hindi iyon big deal. Hindi siya makareklamo. Paglabas ng opisina nito ay gusto niyang ibalik ang cheque. Tinawagan niya rin si Miss Melia. "Hindi ka pwedeng umatras, Lorelei. Lagyan mo limang milyon iyang cheque niya para makabawi ka kung gusto mo. Kumpara sa mga nauna sa'yo, mas pabor si Sir Hector sa'yo. Mag-enjoy ka na lang sa event, Hija." Napirmi ang mga labi niya. Dapat pala pinag-isipan niyang mabuti. Napilitan tuloy siyang mag-ayos. Hindi pa siya kumportable sa baby blue cocktail dress na inorder nito. Yukong-yuko siya noong titigan nito. Nag-init ang mga pisngi niya matapos masulyapan ang madiing titig nito. Para tuloy siyang hindi makahinga sa paninitig nito. Pakiramdam niya ay hinuhubaran na siya nito sa isip pa lang. "Chin up. You look... gorgeous," mahinang papuri nito. Sinubukan nitong hawakan ang bewang niya ngunit umiwas siya. Hilaw siyang ngumiti. "Alis na po tayo para agad makabalik, Sir." Nauna pa siya sa harap ng sasakyan nito. Nanliliit ang tingin nito noong pagbuksan siya ng pinto. Mali ba na umiwas dito? Boss niya ito at mali na magustuhan siya nito. Umikot ito sa driver seat noong makaupo na siya. Namroblema pa siya paano aayusin ang seatbelt ngunit nahigit niya ang hininga noong ito mismo ang umagaw sa seatbelt niya at nag-ayos no'n. Nasamyo niya tuloy ang matapang nitong pabango na may halong lemon. Akala pa niya ay ang air freshener pero hindi, amoy lemon talaga ito at masarap sa ilong. Maliit itong nangunguso noong paandarin ang sasakyan. Umiiwas siya ng tingin dito. Kumakalabog ang dibdib niya ngayong nasa isang sasakyan lang sila. Kinipkip niya pa ang bag sa mga hantad niyang hita. "How old are you, Lorelei?" biglang tanong nito na muntik magpatalon sa kanya sa upuan. "T-wenty five, Sir." "Hm. Never been touched? Never been kissed? And of course, never... Am I right?" senswal at bulgar nitong tanong. Tumiim bagang siya. Alam na niya ang kalibre nito kung bakit gusto nito ng Birhen. Sigurado siyang marami na rin itong naikama at delikado siya kung hindi siya mag-iingat. "I'm not comfortable with tbose questions, Sir," pag-amin niya. Hindi ito kumibo. Nasilip niya ang pagsasalubong ng kilay nito. Nakasandal na nga ang siko nito sa bintana at pinaglalaruan ng mga daliri nito ang ibabang labi nito. Isang kamay lang ang gamit nitong pagdrive. Nakarolyo ang asul na manggas ng longsleeve at ang lakas manampal ng kayamanan ng mamahaling relo nito. "Would you like to pretend to be my girlfriend?" biglang tanong nito sa kawalan. "Po?" Umigting ang panga nito, "My ex will be there with her new boytoy. Ayoko talagang magpunta na mag-isa, but I have to show up. It's business related. Ipapakilala kitang bagong girlfriend ko. Don't worry, I'll pay you for this," paliwanag nito. "Pero, Sir—" "Just this once, Kitty. After this, you can be just my plain secretary." Napakurap siya at napalinga pa sa backseat kung sino ang tinawag nitong Kitty. "Cute, Kitten," nangingising sambit nito sa reaksyon niya. Nag-init ang mga pisngi niya. Walanghiya! Siya pala ang pusa! Wala rin siyang nagawa noong pagdating nila sa event ay ito mismo ang nag-ayos sa braso niya pakapit sa braso nito. "Just stay beside me, Kitty. Smile as if you are head over heels for me," nakangising paalala nito. Sa dami ng mga bigating tao ay naging peke ang ngiti niya. Sa isang pabilog silang mesa napunta at naupo. Ramdam niya agad ang titig ng isang babae sa kanya na tila gusto siyang patumbahin. "Oh gosh, you got a new girl, Hector. I'm happy for you, Hijo. Hindi sana magloko katulad ng nauna," ani ng isang Ginang na bobo kay Sir Hector. Tumabingi ang ngiti niya habang ang babaeng nakatitig sa kanya ay umirap. Humilig pa ito sa braso ng lalaking katabi. "We should go home early, Babe. Bawal magpuyat ang buntis," dinig niyang bulong nito sa lalaki. Ramdam niya ang paninigas ng katawan ni Hector at kahit nakangiti ito sa mga kausap ay pansin naman niya ang panaka-nakang pag-igting ng panga nito. "Alejandro and I are having a baby boy, Mrs. Sarmiento," dinig niyang sagot ng babae matapos itong tanungin sa pinagbubuntis. Hindi na nga niya ito nilingon bagkus ay natutok ang titig niya kay Hector na naging sunod-sunod ang inom ng alak. Hindi siya nakatiis at inagaw ang brandy na hawak nito at ininom iyon. "What are you doing?" bulong na tanong nito. "Hindi ka pwedeng malasing. Magda-drive ka pa," madiing bulong niya pabalik. Lumapit ito at nagtaasan ang mga balahibo niya noong dumikit ang ilong nito sa leeg niya. "My Kitty is concern," namamaos nitong bulong kasabay pa ng pagdapo ng mainit nitong palad sa hita niya. Ginalaw niya ang hita ngunit dumiin ang kapit nito. Wala tuloy sa sariling napainom siya ng alak. "Crizaa, come back here!" Nabaling ang atensyon niya sa lalaking Alejandro yata ang pangalan. Tinatawag nito ang babaeng masama ang titig sa kanya na nag-walk out ngayon lang. Doon lang nawala sa hita niya ang palad ni Hector. Lumagok pa ito ng alak bago tumayo. "Comfort room," paalam nito pero ang titig ay nasa babaeng papalayo. Hindi niya alam kung bakit nadismaya siyang sinundan nito ang babae. Umiwas na lang siya ng tingin at tahimik na uminom. "Ngayon lang kita nakita, Hija. Gaano na kayo katagal ni Hector? Anim na buwan pa lang naman kasi silang hiwalay ni Crizaa," baling sa kanya ng Ginang kanina. Hilaw siyang napangiti, "Three months po," pagsisinungaling niya. Napatango ito. Mabuti na lang at hindi na ito nagtanong muli dahil hindi na niya alam ang isasagot. Nakuha niyang makaubos ng alak ay hindi na bumalik si Hector. Nahihilo na nga siya noong magpunta sa parking lot para doon ito hintayin. Saktong kapapadala niya ng mensahe sa kapitbahay niyang si Ria para tingnan ang kambal noong mamataan si Hector. Napatuwid siya ng tayo noong makita na itong papalapit. Halatang galit kaya hindi na siya nagtanong. Agad na lang siyang pumasok sa sasakyan noong patunugin nito. Maging sa biyahe ay ramdam niya ang galit nito sa hindi malamang dahilan. Madiin ang hawak nito sa manibela. Isa lang ang sigurado niya. Nakausap nito si Crizaa at tiyak na nabigo ito lalo't noong pagdating nila sa bahay nito ay kitang-kita niya ang bumagsak na luha sa gilid ng mga mata nito. Nahabag siya dito, "Sir—" "Go home, or if you want, you can sleep in one of the guestrooms. Thank you for today, Lorelei," pagtataboy nito sa kanya. Hindi niya alam kung dahil lang sa kalasingan kaya hindi niya ito maiwan. Naaawa siya rito. Agad siyang kumuha ng tissue, lumuhod sa upuan at inabot ang pisngi nito. Pareho pa silang natigilan noong hawakan nito ang kamay niya. "Don't. I'm not weak," pamimilit nito. Naamoy niya ang brandy sa hininga nito at sa malamang ay pareho lang silang may tama ng alak. Napalunok siya noong matitigan ang mga mata nitong dumilim. Balewala niyang pinunasan muli ang pisngi nito ngunit muli nitong pinigilan ang kamay niya. "S-ir—" "If you keep doing that, sa kama tayo babagsak. Umuwi ka bago pa magbago ang isip ko at ipinid ka sa kama," pagbabanta nito. May choice siya, pinapatakas siya nito pero ang katawan niya ay ayaw kumilos. Baka dahil lasing siya. "Pagbilang ko ng lima, lumabas ka na ng sasakyan. I have no mercy when it comes to bed, Kitten," mabigat na bulong nito. Nanuyo ang lalamunan niya at mas lalong hindi nakakilos. "One," pagsisimula nito, nagsimula rin ang mainit nitong palad na umakyat sa hita niya. "Two, get out, Kitty," sobrang paos na sambit na nito habang ang kamay ay nahanap ang garter ng underwear niya. "P-ero, Sir—" "Five. Pagmumura pa nito bago hatakin ang bewang niya at siilin siya ng halik. Mabilis nitong hinila ang bewang niya at pinaupo siya sa kandungan nito. Nahatak niya ang longsleeve nito matapos nitong ipasok ang dila sa bibig niya habang ang palad nito ay nahatak paalis ang underwear niya. Nahanap ng palad nito ang pagkababae niya at diniin ang daliri doon na kinasinghap niya. Hindi siya makasabay sa halik nito. Naliliyo siya maging sa paghagod ng mga daliri nito sa pagkababae niya. Nanigas ang mga tuhod niya sa kiliti sa puson niya at pamamasa. Hindi siya makahinga nang maayos. Inayos ng isang palad nito ang mga hita niya at pinwesto sa bawat gilid nito. Marahan itong dumukwang at halos isandal siya sa manibela masiil lang siya ng halik muli. Tuluyan na siyang hindi nakasagot ng halik matapos naging mabilis ang hagod ng mga daliri nito sa kanyang ibaba. Napapasinghap siya at ang maiksing katinuhan sa utak niya ay nasakop na ng impluwensya ng alak. "Ahh!" mahinang halinghing niya noong bumaba ang mga labi nito sa panga niya. "I'm giving you another chance to run. Run, Lorelei," udyok na bulong nito kahit pa binababa na nito ang zipper ng dress na suot niya. Napapikit siya. Tumatahip ang dibdib niya sa sobrang init. Bumakas sa mukha niya ang bahagyang ngiwi noong dumausdos papasok ang isang daliri nito. "Not running away? Baka di ka na makalakad bukas. I'm telling you, I'm big," paos at mabigat muli nitong bulong na tila nagtitimpi. Hindi niya alam ngunit lalo siyang namasa sa boses nito. Doon nga lang nag-sink sa kanya na kapag natuloy sila, malalaman nitong hindi na siya Birhen. Mabilis siyang napamulat sa naisip. Balak niya sana itong itulak ngunit paghigit sa damit nito ang nagawa niya noong dumagdag ang daliri nito sa loob niya at sunod-sunod na umulos. "Lintik" hingal niyang pagmumura. Paano pa siya tatakbo kung ang titig nito sa kanya ay nanlalapa? Maalab at alam niyang hindi na ito mapipigilan. Nagawa nitong alisin ang bestida niya. Nailiyad niya pa ang dibdib ngunit agad na sinakop ng mainit nitong bibig ang isa at halos ubusin nito. Nahatak niya ang braso nito upang doon kumuha ng balanse. hubad na siya lahat habang ito ay kumpleto pa ang suot. Pati ang relo sa bisig nito ay naroon pa. "Uhhhh, S-ir!" hiyaw niya noong lalong bumilis ang mga daliri nito sa loob niya. Hindi niya una iyon pero may hapdi pa rin sa kabila ng sensasyong nararamdaman niya. Bumalik tuloy ang alaala niya kung paano nabuo ang kambal niyang anak. Kagaya ni Sir Hector ang lalaki, may kalakihan ang katawan. Ang pinagkaiba lang ay may rahas ang kilos ni Sir Hector. Naitaas niya ang tuhod noong mamilipit sa sarap ang puson niya. Mahabang ungol ang kumawala sa bibig niya matapos maramdaman ang pag-abot niya sa rurok. Hindi tumigil ang mga daliri nito sa pag-ulos ngunit pinakawalan ng bibig nito ang dibdib niya. Naghahabol siya ng hininga noong nilayuan nito ang leeg niya at dibdib. Wala sa sariling nakagat niya pa ang ibabang labi sa paghugot nito sa mga daliri nito. Gulantang nga lang siyang makitang sisubo nito ang mga iyon. "Sir!" pigil niya dito ngunit wala na, napapikit na ito sa pagsubo no'n. Agad pang ngumisi at bahagyang pumasada ang dila sa ibabang labi nito na tila hindi pa ito kuntento. "Addictive," sobrang paos na sambit nito. Nag-init ang mga pisngi niya. Alam niyang may tama rin ito sa alak kaya nasabi iyon pero hiyang-hiya siya! Hindi pa siya nakababawi noong marinig ang pagbukas nito sa pinto. Napalunok siya at napakapit sa mga balikat nito noong buhatin siya sa ganoong ayos. Inikot pa nito ang mga hita niya sa bewang nito. "You're Birhen. This will hurt. Hindi pwede sa sasakyan. Saka na... kapag sanay ka na," namimigat nitong bulong na nagpatigil sa paghinga niya. Kumalabog ang dibdib niya. Dumiin ang kapit sa balikat nito noong pumasok ito sa bahay at iakyat siya sa kwarto. Marahan pa siya nitong binagsak sa kama ngunit mabilis na lumuhod sa sahig. Sumisinghap pa lang siya ng paghinga ay pinag-hiwalay na nito ang mga hita niya at agad na sinubsob ang bibig nito sa pagkababae niya. "Sir! Uh—ohh!" Pinatigas agad nito ang dila at tinukso-tukso siya. Alam na alam nito ang gagawin. Nawala na nga sa isip niyang hindi pa siya nakapag-shave pero kung hagurin ng dila nito ang ibaba niya ay tila paboritong pagkain nito iyon. "Ahh!" Nailiyad niya ang katawan at naitaas ang bewang na mabilis nitong hinila upang mas maidiin ang bibig nito doon. Ang ngipin nito ay sumasabay kaya halos mahila na niya nang buo ang bedsheet sa nararamdamang init. Pinagpawisan na siya kahit pa malakas ang aircon sa kwarto nito. Hindi yata ito tumigil hangga't hindi naririnig ang mahabang ungol niya, senyales na muli niyang naabot ang langit. Hindi niya maisara ang bibig sa pagsimot nito doon. Kahit noong tumayo na ito ay nanghihina siya at hindi maisara ang mga hita niya. Maliit niyang minulat ang mga mata. Huli niya ang mainit nitong titig sa katawan niya habang nagtatanggal ng kasuotan. Pati mamahaling relo nito ay basta lang nito tinapon sa sofa. Ora mimso noong mahubad nito ang mamahaling boxer short ay gumapang ito sa itaas niya. "Ibuka ang iyong mga binti nang mas malawak, Kitty," senswal nitong utos. Kumakalabog lalo ang dibdib niya at nanunuyo ang lalamunan kahit pa sa hita pa lang niya dumikit ang naghuhumigting nitong sandata. Palad na mismo nito ang humagod sa mga hita niya at mas pinaghiwalay ang mga iyon. Napapikit siya noong tuluyang tumama ang sandata nito sa kaselanan niya. Paulit-ulit na humagod na tila tinutukso siya. Pati ang ilong at bibig nito ay panaka-nakang humalik sa leeg at panga niya na tila dinidistract siya nito. "Sir~" hirap niyang bulong at napakapit sa matigas nitong braso noong maramdaman ang dulo ng sandata nito. Tama ito! Malaki ito at duda siyang kakasya sa kanya. Baka muli lang siyang mapunit nito! Ang balak niyang pagtulak sana dito ay nauwi sa pagkapit sa braso nito noong pilitin nito ang pagpasok. Sumigid ang sakit sa kanya at halos magdugo ang labi sa pagkagat niya. Iyon ang pangalawang beses niya pero sa tagal na siguro ng panahon ay pakiramdam niya, unang beses pa lang niya iyon. Kita niyang umigting ang panga nito at tumalim ang tingin. Kinabahan siyang baka nahuli na siya nito pero nahanap nito ang mga palad niya at parehong pininid sa itaas ng ulo niya. Pinagsalikop nito ang mga kamay nila bago sinagad ang pagpasok na kinahiyaw niya. "Ahh!" Hindi niya ito mapalo, hindi niya mabawi ang mga nakapinid na kamay. Pinuno naman nito ng halik ang mukha niya. "Soon, the pain will fade away, Kitty," panunuyong bulong nito. Hindi na niya makilala ang sariling paghinga. Hinayaan siya nitong kumalma ngunit hindi rin ito nakatiis at nagsimulang umulos nang mabagal. Dinidiinan na lang niya ang kapit sa mga kamay nito kapag sinasagad nito nang buo sa loob niya. Dinig niya ang magaspang nitong ungol at tila nahihirapan ding bumayo sa loob niya. Para itong nagtitimpi sa mabagal na paggalaw. "H-indi ka gumamit ng goma, Sir," wala sa sariling sambit niya. "Doesn't matter. I will do withdrawal, don't worry," pagpapakalma nito. Ilang beses siyang lumunok. Ang balakang niya ay napapataas noong bumilis nang bahagya ang galaw nito. Malinaw sa pandinig niya ang pagsusumpungan ng mga kaselanan nila. Nangangalay ang mga hita niya sa pagkakahiwalay at halos lumubog sa kama sa laki ng katawan nito. "Ow!" malakas niyang hiyaw na hindi niya alam kung ilang beses niya naisigaw noong dumoble ang bilis nito. Para itomg may hinahabol at hindi magkamayaw. Ang kama nito ay tumutunog kasabay ng tunog ng kanilang mga katawan. Para itong nawala sa sarili at nagsunod-sunod ang pagbayo sa loob niya. Naghalo ang pawis nila at maging mga ungol. Napuno ang kwarto ng mga hiyaw niya. Nanghihina na siya noong maramdamang malapit na siya. Nagmadali rin ito at sunod sunod ang ulos hanggang sa magkapanabay silang mapaungol. Pinakawalan nito ang mga kamay niya kasabay ng mainit na likidong bumuhos sa loob niya. Parang tumigil ang tibok ng puso niya. Sa loob nito pinutok! Kinabahan siya. Hinihingal itong bumagsak sa itaas niya. "Sleep, Kitty," inaantok pa nitong bulong. Nataranta siya at gusto itong itulak ngunit napakalaki nito. Sumiksik pa ito sa dibdib niya at wala yatang pakialam kahit nasa loob pa niya ang sandata nito! "Sir, uuwi po ako," pilit niyang gising at tulak dito ngunit humigpit ang yakap nito sa bewang niya. "Later, stay still. Huwag kang gagalaw. Huwag mong gisingin," halos bulong na lang na sambit nito. Nanlamig siya sa tinutukoy nito. Pati tuloy paghinga niya ay napigilan niya huwag lang magising ang sandata nito. Para siyang timang na naghintay na humiwalay ito ngunit hindi niya rin namalayang nakatulog na siya. Paggising ay sikat ng araw ang tumama sa mga mata niya. Nasilaw siya at nahirapang magmulat ng mga mata. Masakit ang katawan niya, partikular ang pagkababae niya at mga hita. Doon nga lang din rumehistro sa kanya ang nangyari kagabi. "Punyeta!" napamura siya matapos matantong umaga na pero naroon pa rin siya sa kwarto ni Sir Hector. Mabilis niyang nilingon ang katabi ngunit wala na ito doon. Hindi na nga niya maalala kung ano'ng oras ito umalis sa itaas niya. Hihinga na sana siya nang maluwag kung hindi lang naramdaman ang madiing titig sa kanya na tumatagos sa balat niya. Napalunok siya at unti-unting napatingin sa harap niya. Sumikdo ang dibdib niya at nahila ang kumot. Naroon sa paanan niya si Sir Hector, nakaayos na ng business suit, nakapamulsa habang may hawak na baso ng brandy. Pinaghalong madiin at malamig na titig ang natanggap niya dito at noong liningon nito ang kama na walang bahid ng dugo, alam na niya agad ang nasa isip nito. 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Concrete Driveways: save $3500 | 👋 Hey there, I'm Richard, owner of Allen’s Concrete Driveways! The cost of concrete is currently low. We don’t know how long this will last but we will pass $3500 in savings on to you! Just fill out the form to get a Quote on your Concrete Driveway Installation 🏡 Proudly local, we're passionate about enhancing the beauty & value of our community's homes. Serving Rock Hill, Charlotte, Gastonia, Huntersville, Indian Trail & surrounding areas! Get Your Free Quote! | GET_QUOTE | http://fb.me/ | Voolt Certified Service Provider | https://www.facebook.com/61571038885556/ | 69 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Get quote | 0 | fb.me | IMAGE | http://fb.me/ | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent.fagc3-1.fna.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/474554704_1150889619768468_2744715003877242969_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=109&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=ZkKmCljlV2gQ7kNvgG4EUcn&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent.fagc3-1.fna&_nc_gid=A_PLOVjPLwIDgJMtVuAUWeR&oh=00_AYBRggJmCtybDI1L5XV7iq8_-XGE-3FlaA4SNRABeoLlwA&oe=67A6304D | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Voolt Certified Service Provider | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Feel Lighter in 4 Weeks ✨ | 🥳 Day 1: Bloating? Gone. 💃 Day 2: Feel an unstoppable energy boost. 😇 Day 3: Your digestion finally feels "regular." 🤯 Day 4: Sugar cravings? Gone. 💅 Day 5: Glow up! Skin & hair look youthful. 🌊 Day 6: Calm, relaxed, and pain-free. 💖 By Day 28 → You’ll feel lighter, more confident & see visible results! Join thousands transforming their health in just 4 weeks! Ready to feel amazing? 👇 | LEARN_MORE | https://medieats.com/pcos-diet | Dr. Olivia Peterson - Health & Nutrition | https://www.facebook.com/61555162705265/ | 480 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Learn more | 0 | medieats.com | IMAGE | Drop 50+ lbs with personalized weight management plan! | https://medieats.com/pcos-diet | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent.fagc3-1.fna.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/475768472_1143282947177807_7307076001321852214_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=102&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=Svmfl0y9dzUQ7kNvgG0CUr3&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent.fagc3-1.fna&_nc_gid=Aqw6wxbKep6zoawjqele523&oh=00_AYABerBcgwvo89aQDHABqFf8LsjEEj1wyFqgAr1NzRuUzQ&oe=67A62C72 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Dr. Olivia Peterson - Health & Nutrition | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Concrete Driveways: Starting at $1499 | 👋 Hey there, I'm John, owner of J&D Concrete Driveways! The cost of concrete is currently low. We don’t know how long this will last but we will pass massive savings on to you! Get your new Concrete Driveway installed for as low as $1499. Just fill out the form to get a Quote! 🏡 Proudly local, we're passionate about enhancing the beauty & value of our community's homes. Serving Fort Worth, Dallas, Arlington, Irving, Grand Prairie & surrounding areas! Get Your Free Quote! | GET_QUOTE | https://yourwebsite.com/ | Voolt Certified Service Provider | https://www.facebook.com/61571038885556/ | 69 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Get quote | 0 | yourwebsite.com | IMAGE | https://yourwebsite.com/ | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent.fagc3-1.fna.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/473538515_971346671556681_7737179619045437586_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=107&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=YWoTYr5bLVgQ7kNvgHFyRhl&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent.fagc3-1.fna&_nc_gid=A_PLOVjPLwIDgJMtVuAUWeR&oh=00_AYDEcGJgiBCbjhJ5vG5cmdmCr8T-0lQOzIjsRdAqet52oA&oe=67A62852 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Voolt Certified Service Provider | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Transform Text Into Videos in Minutes 🎥✨ | 🚀 Tired of spending hours editing videos? Say hello to Savantz AI, the tool that transforms your text or audio into stunning videos with just a few clicks. 🎬 Here's why you'll love it: Quick & Easy: Upload your text, pick a style, and voila—your video is ready! Customizable: Choose from professional styles to match your brand. Team-Friendly: Collaborate in real-time with your team. No Experience Needed: Perfect for beginners and pros alike. 👉 Join our FREE live demo and see how Savantz AI makes video creation fast, fun, and stress-free. 🔗 Click The Link Below To Book Your Demo Now: https://go.savantz.ai/bookdemo 📢 Don’t miss out—turn your ideas into high-impact videos today! | LEARN_MORE | https://go.savantz.ai/bookdemo?utm_source=Facebook | Savantz.AI | https://www.facebook.com/Savantzai/ | 37 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Learn more | 0 | go.savantz.ai | IMAGE | Discover how Savantz AI makes video creation fast, professional, and easy with just a few clicks | https://go.savantz.ai/bookdemo?utm_source=Facebook+Ads&utm_medium=%7B%7Bcampaign.name%7D%7D&utm_campaign=%7B%7Badset.name%7D%7D&utm_content=%7B%7Bad.name%7D%7D | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent.fagc3-2.fna.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/468440800_1264848474711420_8962918806506132652_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=101&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=_OlNf5KzeTMQ7kNvgGxM2-q&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent.fagc3-2.fna&_nc_gid=AhUOggNEOWtgRi1D-dTdaSJ&oh=00_AYAb74aUFbmV4VWnmuoR6x1tsAx-EJXePN_Km51QbYOxnA&oe=67A64135 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Savantz.AI | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Overcome Procrastination Naturally | Overcoming procrastination doesn’t have to be hard! Created by a team of psychologists and behavioral change experts, Brainway is designed to: 1️⃣ Identify your unique “Procrastination Type” 2️⃣ Reveal the unique “Trigger Point” that makes you procrastinate 3️⃣ Provide personalized, simple, and effective strategies to help you stop putting things off 🏆 And let you join thousands of people enjoying 100% stress-free productivity with Brainway! 🔥 Take a short quiz and see how Brainway can help you break free from procrastination & embrace your natural productivity today!👇 | LEARN_MORE | https://brainway.app/start?qz=pro1&locale=EN_US | Brainway App | https://www.facebook.com/61551442591062/ | 23,369 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Learn more | 0 | brainway.app | IMAGE | https://brainway.app/start?qz=pro1&locale=EN_US | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent.fagc3-2.fna.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/471190144_1112136040297424_8115574449505737725_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=_qh99EUrQLYQ7kNvgHmzrJW&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent.fagc3-2.fna&_nc_gid=Ahwzl0UTsLfgbAPqFjVPpJI&oh=00_AYAdFGF_7tjqtoZoWGp2HXpoDjfJAsESY0J7AesbLhiWQg&oe=67A638A8 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Brainway App | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Yes | 2025-02-03 01:27 | active | 2451 | 0 | 她甩掉渣男，做回自己，復仇虐渣，讓落魄的家族重回巔峰。渣男見狀慌了，忙求原諒，卻發現她被他的京圈大佬小叔抱在懷裡，“以後，叫小嬸嬸！” ===== “不好了，架子塌了，快救人。” 舞臺劇臨時搭建的棚架塌的猝不及防，《悲情蝶變》的雙女主和十幾個伴舞全都摔在了地上，場面一片混亂。 冉歲歲的左腳卡在了斷裂的木板中抽不出來，這時不知是誰喊了一聲，“快閃開，燈線要斷了。” 她慌亂抬頭，為了更好的呈現舞臺效果，道具師專門組裝了水晶玻璃吊燈，而此刻就懸在她的頭上搖搖欲墜。 如果砸下來，不死也得重傷。 她嚇得臉色慘白，拼命去拽自己的左腿，參差不齊的斷木瞬間劃破了肌膚，血珠滾落。 如果硬拽出去，半條腿的皮膚都得被扯下來。 她無助地看向臺下，正好看到一道熟悉的身影飛快衝了過來。 是傅雲庭。 她歡喜伸手，還沒來得及開口說自己的情況，男人已經越過她跑向了摔趴在地上的秦菲，長臂一撈將人緊緊護在了胸口。 “別怕，我帶你下去。” “雲庭哥！” 女人哭著環住男人的脖子瑟瑟發抖。 男人則輕柔的哄著，將人打橫抱起快速走下舞臺，自始至終，都沒有看向她一眼。 明明，她離他最近。 明明，她才是他的未婚妻。 燈線斷裂，舞臺陷入一片黑暗。 光影消失的那一刻，冉歲歲始終沒有等來傅雲庭的回頭。 求生的本能讓她死死咬住唇瓣想用蠻力將腿抽出來，耳邊忽然聽到一聲木頭被掀飛的咔嚓聲。 她的左腿瞬間獲得自由，下一刻就被一隻有力的大手抱住拽離了原來的位置。 “砰!” 水晶吊燈砸落在地上，玻璃碎片四濺而飛。 她下意識抬起手臂想擋住臉，卻發現有人擋在了他的前面。 燈光很快恢復，舞臺上一片慘烈。 她眼前卻沒了人。 她慌亂的環顧四周，又將目光落在了傅雲庭的身上。 剛剛吊燈墜落的瞬間，他正側身護著懷裡的女人。 此刻姿勢沒變，女人的手還環在他的腰上。 冉歲歲心中苦笑。 她竟有那麼一瞬間以為是傅雲庭去而復返來救她了。 “道具師，這怎麼回事？這燈要是砸到人，會出人命的！” 導演氣的暴跳如雷，道具師急急解釋推卸著責任。 喧鬧之中，傅雲庭終於將目光轉向了她，眉心皺著，冷峻的雙眸凝在她受傷的左腿上，距離太遠，神情看不真切。 瑟縮在他懷裡的秦菲忽地驚呼出聲，“歲歲，你……你要殺了我嗎？” 她這一聲喊將整個禮堂的聲音全部壓了下去。 傅雲庭的臉色陰沉如水。 “到底怎麼回事？” 秦菲的眼淚幾乎奪眶而出。 “歲歲動過燈線，我看到了，可我當時沒多想。登臺之前她跟我吵過，說我不配跟她競爭省劇團的名額，可我努力了那麼久，我想試試……” 她淚眼婆娑的看向傅雲庭，“我只是想追求我的夢想，我沒想到她會用這種方式。” 《悲情蝶變》是學校話劇團推出的爆品，雙女主演出，是學校往省劇團輸送人才的敲門磚。 可名額只有一個，所有人都知道，會在冉歲歲和秦菲之間選出更優者。 伴舞群中有人發聲。 “要是舞臺沒有塌的話，按照站位，那個吊燈真的會砸在秦菲的頭上。” “天吶，要是跳著舞的時候被砸中，肯定是砸到腦袋，那人還能活嗎？為了一個名額，做的也太狠了吧？” “哪裡是為了一個名額，傅總喜歡秦菲，冉歲歲仗著自己是傅總家裡給定的未婚妻，私下裡一直在欺負打壓秦菲，我看啊，就算沒有名額，她也想弄死秦菲。” 秦菲眼中閃過喜色，卻隱藏的極好。 她柔弱的扯了扯傅雲庭的袖子。 “雲庭哥，幸好你救了我，這件事……就算了吧。” 她的善良大度讓周圍的議論聲更加沸沸揚揚，甚至有人憤怒提議直接報警，嚴懲殺人兇手。 冉歲歲死死攥著小手，小臉蒼白倔強。 “那就報警，我沒有做的事情，我不認！” “胡鬧！”傅雲庭臉色鐵青，“你還嫌不夠丟人嗎？” 一句話，坐實了一切。 冉歲歲只覺得心口被硬生生撕裂了一道又一道血淋淋的口子。 不救她，不信她。 她第一次發現，她熱烈的拼盡全力去愛的一個人，連三觀都是歪的。 “我沒有害過她！” 第2章 這件事，到此為止 她抿著唇瓣，執拗的堅持申訴。 男人卻根本沒理，冷厲的眸光看向導演。 “這件事，到此為止。” 說完低頭看向秦菲，“手腕還疼嗎？我送你去醫院。” 女人嬌羞的紅了臉，被他攬著在眾人的矚目下瀟灑離開。 冉歲歲的雙腿幾乎站不住，徹骨的寒冷將她吞噬。 那個從小陪她一起長大的傅雲庭，再一次毫不猶豫的將她一個人扔進了風暴中心。 所有被這次意外連累的人，都恨不得啐一口唾沫星子在她臉上。 導演當即就將她開除出了校劇團，還說是看在傅雲庭沒有追究的面子上。 她從劇團的明日之星，成了眾人嘲諷的小丑。 熱鬧的大禮堂很快空無一人。 她艱難的邁動彷彿灌了鉛的雙腿，一步一瘸的往外走。 腿上的傷口鮮血已經凝固，扎了木屑，疼的鑽心。 禮堂外黑漆漆的石階被陡然亮起的車燈照的宛如白晝。 後排車門打開，男人挺括的身形逆著光而來，深邃冷雋的五官，在光影之外逐漸清晰。 冉歲歲愣在當場。 “小……小叔？” 確切來說，是傅雲庭的小叔。 只是兩家訂了娃娃親，從小到大，傅雲庭的所有親人，除了爸爸媽媽，她都是按照傅雲庭的稱呼在叫人。 “嗯。” 男人低沉的嗓音，如跳動在大提琴上的音符，悅耳性感，那雙染了墨般的眸子落在她的傷口處頓了頓。 “抱你上車？” 微微上挑的尾音，是寡淡的詢問。 可落在冉歲歲的耳朵裡，卻又多了些怪異的味道。 她嚇得紅了臉，小手慌亂的擺了擺。 “不……不用！” 雖然是長輩，可傅宴塵只比她大了十歲，而且保養的極好。 無論是身材還是樣貌，比傅雲庭都要出色很多。 眾人傳言他才是真正的京圈大佬。 再加上周身威嚴的氣場，帶著生人勿近的冷漠，似乎這世上沒有誰能入他的眼。 她可以對傅家其他長輩撒嬌，卻唯獨不敢對他。 男人的目光沉沉的落在她的頭頂，忽地抬起了一隻手臂，精緻的鑽石袖釦襯著手掌潤澤如玉。 “扶你！” 冉歲歲剛要拒絕，卻瞥見男人拇指靠近掌心的一側有一道嶄新的劃痕。 傷口滲出的血都沒有完全幹掉。 她忽地意識到什麼，急忙伸手握住將整個掌心翻轉過來。 數道劃痕錯綜橫陳，都是新傷。 燈光亮起來的時候，她看過困住她的木板，是被人硬生生從切口處掰開的。 她鼻子有些發酸，握著男人手腕的手指不由用了力，指骨都有些發白。 “要看多久？”男人低沉的聲音依舊淡淡的。 冉歲歲從情緒中抽回理智，才意識到自己的舉動犯了禁忌。 她慌忙鬆開，一張蒼白的小臉幾乎紅透。 “對……對不起，我給你擦乾淨。” 傅宴塵有很嚴重的潔癖，並不是體現在日常的用品上，而是觸碰。 他討厭別人碰他，最大的容忍就是隔著衣服。 記事起，就連老爺子他都不讓抱，傭人保姆誰要碰了他的身體，他一定會洗很久。 這是傅家的禁忌。 冉歲歲慌亂的去找消毒溼巾，卻發現自己根本沒帶。 “我去買水。” 男人將手重新翻轉，手背向上隱去了傷痕。 “不必，扶你上車，你的傷口需要處理。” 冉歲歲哪敢再碰，誠惶誠恐的自己挪到了車邊。 等鑽到後排坐下以後才忽然意識到，她完全可以去校醫室處理，根本不用麻煩別人。 可她沒來及開口，男人已經上車。 本來寬敞的後排空間，因為那雙長腿，而變得逼仄擁擠。 男人身上傳來淡淡的檀木香味，淬著冷意，卻又感覺很暖，怪怪的。 她挪了挪小屁股儘量離得遠一些，低著頭揪了揪裙邊。 “多謝小叔救我。” 男人的目光落在兩個人之間空蕩蕩的距離上，沉默良久又“嗯”了一聲。 車子重新啟動，擋板落下後，空氣尷尬的幾乎凝滯在一起。 冉歲歲白淨的額頭都冒出了細細密密的汗珠，鼻尖更甚。 “你很怕我？” 男人忽然開口，尾音依舊微微上挑，帶著不怒自威的冷。 “沒有！” 冉歲歲猛地站了起來，一時間忘了人在車上，腦袋哐當一聲頂在了車頂，撞得嗡嗡作響。 她尷尬揪了下頭髮。 “……我只是沒想通小叔怎麼會來。” 第3章 小叔，救我 傅家產業眾多，老爺子最看重的就是傅宴塵。 可他並不願意接受傅氏的企業，大概是因為從小看慣了家族爭鬥間的爾虞我詐。 包括他自己，也深受其害過。 他便靠著自己的能力，在海內外創辦了龐大的資產鏈。 十八歲成年禮之後，傅家和冉家商定了婚期。 她就很少見到他，老爺子每每提及，都是說很忙。 一個小小的校級舞臺劇，就算是校董重視親自去請，也不一定請的動。 “這很重要嗎？” 男人眸色沉沉的看著她，似乎真的是在認真詢問她是否想知道答案。 其實冉歲歲只是想緩解一下自己過於傻缺的舉動才會說出一個還算得上合理的問題。 她可沒有那個本事去干涉傅宴塵的行程。 被他一問，嚇得立刻認慫。 “不重要。” 男人濃密微翹的睫毛垂下，覆蓋住瞳孔的情緒，轉過臉再沒開口。 車子停在最近的一家私立醫院。 處理這點皮外傷卻叫來了外科的主任醫師和頂級的骨科大夫。 兩個人會診後給出最終結果，就是擦破了點皮，不會影響跳舞。 被當成珍稀熊貓一樣對待的冉歲歲，臉燒的越來越紅。 等醫生走了後，跟護士要來了棉籤碘酒和紗布，一邊戴一次性手套一邊道：“小叔，你把手掌伸出來就可以，我保證不碰到你。” 剛剛護士要給他處理，他沒讓。 這傷是因為救她留下的，冉歲歲沒辦法說服自己當做沒看見。 原以為要多勸幾次，沒想到男人竟真的乖乖的將手伸到了她面前。 她處理的很小心，包紗布的時候也沒有碰到。 完美！ 她呼出一口氣，抬頭衝著男人笑了笑，璀璨的眸子澄清明亮，沒了在大禮堂被人遺棄的破碎絕望。 “走吧！” 傅宴塵移開目光，率先出了診室。 冉歲歲沒打算再麻煩傅宴塵，停在路邊擺了擺手。 “小叔再見。” 男人轉頭看向她，眉心微不可查的皺了皺。 “不回學校？” 冉歲歲剛要回答，兜裡的手機忽然響了。 她看了一眼，是個陌生號碼便直接掛了。 男人的目光掃過她握在掌心的手機，“要去哪？我送你。” 手機再次響起，這一次不是電話而是短信。 冉歲歲看了一眼，臉色頓時變了變，立刻抬頭道，“小叔，我還有事，今天謝謝你。” 恰好有出租車來醫院送人，車子空了，冉歲歲立刻坐了上去，關上車門後還衝著傅宴塵開心的揮了揮手。 她並沒有看到，男人垂在身側的手掌正緩緩握緊。 白色的紗布被滲出的血珠染了星星點點的紅。 車子駛離醫院後，冉歲歲報了個地址。 道具組有人爆料，說親眼看到是秦菲在燈線上動了手腳。 而且，還買通了搭建舞臺的工人，撤走了幾個支撐板。 爆料的人，要當面交易，給錢拿視頻。 傅雲庭的所作所為寒了冉歲歲的心，可這不代表，她要背下這口黑鍋。 酒吧幽暗的包間內坐著六個流裡流氣的人，其中一個的確是道具組的。 冉歲歲開門見山，“東西在哪？我看過之後，三萬塊立刻轉給你。” 冉家不比傅家財大氣粗，卻也不缺錢。 這點零花她還是有的。 “這事秦菲做的實在是夠絕，我都看不下去了。”那人拿出一個平板遞過來，“咱得定個規矩，不管你能不能扳倒秦菲，出了這道門，咱們各自守口如瓶，你可不能把我漏出去。” 冉歲歲點點頭，接了對方遞過來的杯子，碰了碰一飲而盡。 平板解鎖，頁面上的文件夾裡躺著一個內存挺大的視頻。 她立刻點開，同時拿出手機準備看到關鍵位置的時候直接錄下來。 淫穢畫面陡然衝擊而來，嚇得她直接將平板扔了出去。 包間內的幾人爆笑出聲。 冉歲歲轉身就往門口衝，頭髮卻被一人拽住。 “小妹妹，今晚你走不了……啊！” 一個凌厲的過肩摔，男人沒防備直接被砸飛出去。 趁著所有人失神，冉歲歲拔腿往外衝，還沒衝到門口，忽覺一股燥熱瘋狂襲來，雙腿幾乎是瞬間被抽走了力量。 被砸在桌子上小混混揉著腦袋罵了句髒話。 “手上有兩下子，可惜了，老子的藥是三倍的量，不用十分鐘你就會徹底求饒！” 冉歲歲試圖站起來，掙扎了幾次都沒能成功，眼前晃動著猖狂大笑的人影，她聽見有人扯開了腰帶。 後悔絕望瘋狂襲來，她無助的往後縮，不遠處的門卻在這時被人一腳踹開。 男人挺拔如松的身影逆著光疾步而來，一把將她抱住。 她看到了一張冷雋如仙的臉，席捲著森然的殺氣，彷彿墜魔的神。 “小叔……救我！” 第4章 不對，叫我的名字 男人將她打橫抱起，牢牢護在懷裡，眸光掃過包間裡的所有人。 “誰給你們的膽子碰她！” “你誰啊……” 混混的叫囂還沒喊完，指過來的手指就被硬生生折斷，連帶著手腕彎曲成詭異的姿勢。 在淒厲的慘叫聲中，男人睥睨而視。 “用最痛苦的方式，給他們留一口氣！” 身後的保鏢後背一陣發涼，皆是暗道眾人自求多福吧。 私人訂製的勞斯萊斯的後排座椅上，冉歲歲眼神迷離地坐在男人的雙腿上。 仰著緋紅的小臉胡亂地摸著男人的脖子，男人的大手驟然收緊，扣著她的小腰用力的往下壓了壓。 “嗯！” 身下傳來似有若無的酥麻刺激，卻如隔靴搔癢，冉歲歲難耐的想要尋求更多，不停扭動著腰身。 “別亂動！” 男人的聲音啞的嚇人，掌心的力度加大，冉歲歲的身體再也動彈不得分毫。 潮紅的眼角被逼出了晶瑩的淚花，冉歲歲帶著哭腔攥住了男人的領結。 “難受……” “歲歲……不行！” 這四個字，幾乎從是從傅宴塵的牙縫裡擠出來的，額頭青筋隱忍的突突直跳。 “小叔！” 軟軟糯糯的吟喚，粉潤的唇落在了男人繃緊的下頜滑向了唇邊。 少女的清香潤潤的鑽了進去。 轟！ 理智最後一根弦徹底崩斷。 男人的大手扣在冉歲歲的小腦袋上，兇狠而又霸道的口勿了回去。 沒了大手的禁錮，纖腰得了自由又開始蹭動，勾著人心渴望更多。 “我是誰？” 男人的聲音低啞急切。 “小叔……小叔！” 帶著薄繭的手揉、捏著大腿，冉歲歲勾著他的脖子，顫慄著幾乎尖叫出來。 “不對！” 男人啞聲誘哄，“叫我的名字。” “傅……傅宴塵……啊！” 車身不停地晃動著... ... 早晨的朝陽刺過車窗照在臉上，冉歲歲迷迷糊糊睜開眼睛，觸手是一片溫熱硬挺的肌膚。 昨夜的記憶瘋狂襲來，她……強了傅宴塵，自己未婚夫的小叔！ 她根本不敢去看男人的臉，軟著兩條纖細的腿將衣服整理好。 鬼鬼祟祟地拉開了車門，不料卻被醒來的男人一把摟入懷裡... ...... 接下來會發生什麼？ 這裡放的章節有限，點選下方按鈕安裝App，繼續閱讀更多精彩章節 （打開應用程式時會自動跳到該書） &6& | LEARN_MORE | https://fbweb.cdreader.com/130956449-fb_contact-ft | Lucky Reading | https://www.facebook.com/61563903687855/ | 334 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Learn more | 0 | fbweb.cdreader.com | VIDEO | 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