Mo Xiaotao

He is the emperor of the dark night—cruel and indifferent, rejecting the warmth of women's affection. He ensnared her, viewing her as the antidote to the love poison that coursed through him, instantly addicted, and henceforth, forever beyond redemption.
"The women who have glimpsed my body have only one destiny," he declared, donning a refined silver-black mask, his smile sly. "Yet, I find your scent intriguing. You may choose the manner of your demise."
Their first encounter saw him pinning her to the carpet. Though commonplace advances typically involved various kisses, he surprised her by biting her neck. The perplexing question lingered: Why was he, not a vampire, drinking her blood?!
Upon their second meeting, she fell prey to his bodyguard's abduction, brought before him. As she teetered on the brink of total consumption, a mysterious factor within her body was triggered...

9.9 Billion Bride

She turned her head toward Anthony on the couch and yelled, "Go, just go! Hurry up and leave! He's one of Chester Hanson's men; he..."


"Hahaha..." Anthony burst into laughter, his gaze at the two laced with scorn, "Leave? On my turf, you think you can just walk away? Dream on!"


Tara Summer's body stiffened, her mind went blank, and she spoke with a trembling voice, "He's one of Chester Hanson's men?!"


How could this be? She was utterly confused!


"Hurry and go!" George Summer roared, struggling with all his might. The chair creaked and wobbled under his movement, close to falling apart, showing how desperately George had been struggling.


Tara Summer remained unmoved. She stood up, walked towards the couch step by step, and then stopped in front of Anthony.


The woman's eyes were piercing. In that moment, she showed not the slightest trace of fear and asked in a subdued voice, "Are you really one of Chester Hanson's men?"


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