LOGINUpstairs, the bedroom light was dimly lit .
On a large bed, a lady about 1.65 meter tall with a smooth skin and a silky black hair was riding on Alex with a proactive enthusiasm, moaning with every thrust . With Alex's hand on each side of her perky butts to help deepen the thrust while groaning with pleasure. This was the scene that welcomed Lynette. She stared at the scene before her, engulfed in endless anger and disgust. Even with the dim light, she could still recognized the woman riding Alex. Daniella Salmon, a B-list actress in the same agency as her. An actress with a popularity rate of over two million fans. A two-face b*tch with a fake Goddess personality. Her senior in Hale Entertainment Industry, a tier 5 company owned by Alex Hale's family in Florida Metropolitan. Without a second thought, Lynette started taking videos of the scene, something she only sees on p**n site. “Hmmm…Dani…“ Lynette heard Alex groaning while whispering hoarsely, trembling as his climax surged through him. When suddenly... Snap! With an evil smirked playing on her lips, Lynette turned on the room light, eliminating the dimness. With the light turned on, what followed was… “Shrieked!!“ Daniella cried out, scrambling to hide under the duvet with an ashen face. She felt embarrassed and angry. Embarrassed because she was caught riding on Alex, ruining her Goddess image. And, angry that her well thought out plan was ruined. She has been looking forward to Alex releasing inside her. She knew he was guarded against her, unsure if she still loves him after their break up three years ago. She tried to cajoled him into f*cking her raw, without condom. To the extent of acting coquettishly and proactively taking the lead to ride him. She finally succeeded, thinking that with this released, she will nurture her womb to get pregnant, and the goal of finally being Mrs Alex, was within reached. Now.... ‘Ahhhh‘ She clenched her fist under the duvet in frustration and immense hatred towards the intruder that ruined her plans. “F*ck!!“ Besides her, Alex cursed in frustration. He was at the peak of pleasure when the sudden shock drained all the energy and excitement out of him, receding his ejaculation back to its root in fright. Why does he have this feeling that this was deliberately done by the intruder to harm him. ‘Hahaha... Serves you right, bastard!‘ Lynette thought with a sly smile. When Alex saw who the intruder was, he was startled. “Lynette...You…What are you doing here…?“ He stuttered with a guilty conscience. “Tsk,tsk… What a sight “ Lynette sneered at him, her words dripping with pure contempt. Lynette knew, that despite feeling contempt for his betrayal, forgiveness will not come easily. She knew, deep in her heart, that she was hurt – heartbroken. Who wouldn't be, seeing her boyfriend with another woman. But she wouldn't give him the pleasure of seeing her hurt, of groveling on her knees begging him to stay just to satisfy his vanity. She wouldn't belittle herself to such an extent. For she, Lynette Carter, was worth more than that. “ You know, for a second, i thought you were different. “ She stepped forward and looked at Alex with disdain. “But you're nothing but a disgusting piece of shit.“ “Lynette Carter, you dare…“ Alex's face paled in anger. At first, he felt guilty for cheating on her, but now his guilt had turned to anger. Why should he care about an insignificant actress. His hands clenched into fists. Alex Hale, the second young master of the Hale family and a second generation rich kid at that, had been pampered since childhood. He hated being called useless or good-for-nothing, let alone a disgusting piece of shit. “ What?, did i hit a nerve?“, Lynette tilted her head, with a taunting smile tugging at her lips. Lynette looked behind Alex, meeting Daniella's eyes, burning with hatred and a hint of smugness. Lynette stood in the bedroom and sized her up with disdain. She had always been curious why Daniella had befriended her two years ago, when Lynette was below her in terms of status and popularity. Lynette wasn't popular, nor was she an A-list actress. She was only a D- list actress who had entered the industry because of her beautiful face and her little acting skills. She had little or no firm. But now, she understood why Daniella had befriended her. Daniella was a proud, selfish and self- centered kind of person with a two-faced personality. She hated it whenever someone was considered more beautiful than her, especially if such a person has no connections or sponsors to fluent. She pretended to be helpless, but deep down she took sweet pleasure in watching people do her bidding. She looked fragile on the surface, as if she is incapable of hurting a fly, but deep down she's very venomous. Her words may sound sweet, as if supporting you, but underneath, they're laced with betrayal and hidden traps meant to bring you down. Ingratiating herself with the rich and strong, but bullied the weak. She derived pleasure in garnering attentions and admirers by putting on fake Goddess personality.Along the corridor of the Tipsy Crescent Bar, Lynette's steps wobbled as she felt increasingly unwell with each step she took. She had no idea where the exit was, as the aphrodisiac in her bloodstream blurred her vision. ‘Hot, so hot… help me…’ Waves of heat engulfed her, her sanity sinking with every pressing urge to tear off her clothes as they clung to her skin. A thin layer of sweat covered her body, small droplets of perspiration sliding down from her cleavage, leaving traces of their path. The scene was both seductive and inviting, all without Lynette's awareness. She stumbled into a room, her steps staggering and dizzy. Lynette stared at the room filled with people and neon lights. Though it gave off a smoky and somewhat eerie vibe, it did nothing to alarm her, as her misty eyes fixed on the corner of the room where a handsome man sat. His posture was that of a regal king. Even though he sat there with his eyes closed, he exuded a ‘do-not-approach’ aura that was
Back inside the Tipsy Crescent Bar, on the top floor— Lynette was sprawled across the sofa, feeling both weak and feverish. She shook her head, trying to maintain some awareness, especially with the pervert walking toward her. “Baby girl, are you feeling uncomfortable? Don’t worry. Very soon, I’ll relieve your stress, hmm?” Mr. Luke lewdly traced his fingers along Lynette’s cheek, his eyes filled with twisted desire. “Don’t… come… closer. Don’t… touch me…” She gagged at his repulsive touch and shrank back in retreat. “Oh? You don’t like my touch?” Luke Wyatt looked at her, something dark and dangerous flickering in his eyes. “Mm, you’re not obedient at all. But don’t worry , you’ll soon get used to it.” “Come, come. Let’s go to the room I booked for us. We can’t do it here, alright?” he said, lifting Lynette by supporting her shoulders. His coarse hands slid to her waist in a lewd and inappropriate manner. A wave of disgust surged through Lynette. “Let me go! Help me
Sophia Clock had been assigned as her manager when Lynette first debuted in the industry. Back then, Sophia had always been like this—scheming, calculating, willing to do anything for promotion and money. Though Sophia’s disdain, mixed with an unspoken jealousy toward Lynette, had always been present, she had never allowed it to show openly. But now, she no longer needed to hide it. Lynette felt an overwhelming urge to touch something cold, her vision turning hazy. In her precarious state, she had no idea that every small movement of hers carried an unintended allure. Her emerald eyes shimmered faintly, misty and unfocused, with a sultry glow. The silky red gown, with a slit along her left hip that she had worn to meet her manager after Butler Thomas dropped her at her apartment, clung to her curves, accentuated by the heat burning beneath her skin. The sight only fueled the director’s already impure intentions. He smiled in a way that made Lynette's skin crawl with
Nor did he expect his master to delay the girl from boarding the train without her knowledge. Tsk, tsk. His boss really knew how to scheme without leaving a trace behind. Now he understood why his master had scheduled the gathering of the purebred for today, after weeks since his awakening. Lynette froze when she saw Grandpa Butler. Her mind couldn’t help but recall her encounter at the mansion and the coffin. “Hello, Grandpa Butler.” “Yes, I’m heading back, Grandpa Butler.” “That’s great. Hop in. Let me give you a ride back—we’re heading in that direction.” We? Lynette wondered. Could someone be at the backseat? Could it be the owner of the mansion—Grandpa Butler’s employer? “Hehe… th-that won’t be necessary, will it?” she said nervously. “I mean, I already booked my train ticket. I wouldn’t want to inconvenience you, Grandpa Butler.” Lynette prayed Butler Thomas would understand and not force her to join them. She dreaded being in the same car with them, es
Azael stood still, lost in thought. His hands slumped to his sides in defeat as his raging power slowly retracted. A familiar voice echoed in his head. “Azael, live well.” So this was the truth all along, he thought. “Lyn… was I really worth such a sacrifice?” His words came out broken, barely a whisper. He remembered how he misunderstood her, how he destroyed what he thought she cared about the most. Not knowing that he had always been the one she cared about the most. Azael had thought that by destroying what she held dear, he could claim her undivided attention. Even when they met in each cycle of life, he could never forget what he believed was her betrayal choosing another over him, imprisoning him, taking away his abilities. The ability to hear the evil in people's minds. Their twisted desires. He had thought his power returned because he had finally killed her and drained her blood and strength. But only now did he realize she had never truly
“This is her home. She wouldn’t be going anywhere,” Azael proclaimed. Mr. Carter’s jaw tightened as his anger bubbled over. “You… you dare!” “What gave you the delusion that my daughter will stay here with you, huh? You think you can just dictate her life—where she stays or not?” “Then let me make it clear to you, Mr. Azael. Lynette does not, and would never, belong to you.” With Mr. Carter’s cold words, something seemed to snap in Azael. A slight breeze passed by as Azael gripped Mr. Carter by the neck. His expression frosted into a wicked smile, his fangs elongating dangerously as his deep red orbs seemed to glow like blazing hellfire. The more Azael smiled, the more his anger tipped into something maleficent. It irked him when someone tried to come between him and Lyn. Why… why did they keep coming between them, huh? Lynette belonged to him, and always would. Death was the only ending for anyone who dared to come between them. “You humans sure know how to je
As if Butler Thomas’s thoughts had come to manifestation. Downstairs, in the mansion’s living room, Maid Alice welcomed a guest, who turned out to be Mr. Carter, Lynette’s dad, into the sitting area. “I will inform the Butler of your arrival, Mr. Carter,” she said kindly, her every gesture ra
Butler Thomas led the way toward the third floor under the servants’ subtle stares. When Butler Thomas pushed open the master’s bedroom on the third floor, sweat trickled down his forehead in fear of what would happen if his Lord saw the master bedroom in disarray. He had no idea what state the
“Hisss—” Lynette hissed in pain even in her unconscious state when Azael sank his fangs into her flesh. “Lyn… my Lyn…” Azael murmured, tracing his cold fingers affectionately along Lynette’s face. In her unconscious state, Lynette felt as though she were being bitten by a dog that had been ch
“What we should be hoping right now is that they don’t recognize each other. Because if they do…?” “That’s it. I’m going to get my daughter back,” Mr. Carter interrupted, stepping outside the courtyard and heading toward the east lane with a mission in mind. “Brother, don’t do anything drastic.







