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Jack, my boyfriend, is a high-level lust incubus allergic to ordinary people. Only his childhood sweetheart can satisfy him.
To prove his love for me, he is passionately entwined with his childhood sweetheart each time, yet calls out my name.
One day, I accidentally opened an encrypted file he had named "Eternal Love."
But what I saw was a wedding video from seven years ago, featuring him and his little childhood sweetheart.
In disbelief, I tried to drown my sorrows in alcohol, only to be slipped the most potent aphrodisiac.
As my body burned with unbearable heat, I overheard Jack and his friends laughing without restraint.
"Emily's easier to fool than a dog."
"If I can make her stay chaste for me for eight years, I can make her keep an empty bed for life."
Everyone jeered at me for being an old maid.
But some were confused.
"Bro, if you don't love Emily, why not just break up with her?"
Jack tilted his head to deeply kiss his childhood sweetheart, his gaze cold and sharp."If it weren't for her back then, Cynthia's brother would never have died. I want to punish her for Cynthia's sake for the rest of her life."
Years of affection were just his meticulously planned revenge.
My heart was shattered, and I left for three years.
Three years later, I encountered Jack again.
His body was emaciated, his eyes dim, looking as if he'd been starving for a long time. He grabbed my neck, about to kiss me.
"Emily, I'll never do anything to make you unhappy again. Can we continue our relationship?"
His eyes were full of me.
But I glanced at the little girl beside me and smiled, saying, "Jack, I've been married for a while now."

His Incubus Hunger, My Heartbreak

New York's most prestigious French restaurant was founded solely by the Alexander family.


I had once mentioned the discomfort of walking in high heels during an inspection.


Alexander then adjusted the entrance so cars could drive directly inside.


I laughed at his extravagance then, but today, this entrance truly served its purpose.


"Darling, are you alright?" Alexander anxiously rushed out of his sports car, scooping me into his arms.


Seeing the blood stains on my body, his deep blue eyes transformed into vertical pupils with rage.


"Emily, don't be afraid. I won't let him get away with this!"


Alexander and I have known each other since childhood.


When he was eight, his father's illegitimate son locked him in a cold basement. I heard his cries for help and broke the lock with a fire axe.


At that time, he was eight, and I was twelve.


I treated him like a little brother, always playing with him, but never had thoughts beyond friendship.


Chapter 12