ログイン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
“Oh, you’re scared,” he said, his voice laced with contempt as his hand tightened around Joyce's neck. “I thought you were fearless, with how boldly you displayed your schemes, hmm?” “P-l-e-a-s-e… d-d-on’t k-k-ill—” Joyce pleaded. Her state of mind was in shambles, as if death were clawing its w
When the servants saw Butler Thomas’s expression shift from shock to horror, then to anger, they trembled even more, assuming their crime was punishable only by death.Some servants dropped to their knees, kowtowing to him.“Grandpa Butler, please show mercy—don’t fire us!” “Yes, Grandpa Butler, w
“Sister Alice, please tell us the truth. Your answer can help us locate Miss Carter,” Joyce pleaded, her voice laced with false concern, as though she were acting for the greater good. Yet each of Joyce's words quietly pushed the blame toward Alice, going as far as twisting Lynette’s disappearance
Looking at Joyce, Butler Thomas narrowed his eyes and asked, “You said you knew where she was. So tell us, where was she when the guest went missing?”He had no patience for their little schemes; a pressing matter demanded his full attention as the whereabouts of Miss Lynette remained unknown. “I







