MasukWhen Daniella saw this scene, her eyes burned with undiluted hate. Her fist clenched so tight , the knuckles turned white.
She never expected her well-thought- out plan to end up benefiting Lynette instead. Why, why…ahhh, She thought in frustration. Why is lady luck always on her side… Why… why can't she just die? Deep-seated animosity fuels Daniella thoughts, her gaze was maniacal , the kind that could send a child screaming in terror. Daniella had always felt that she was outstanding in appearance and would therefore be lucky in every endeavor she attempted , which is why she had the confidence to look down on her juniors in the industry especially those beneath her with little status or connection. But everything changed when Lynette, whom she believed to be her nemesis came into the pictures. Daniella always pinned her failures on Lynette. In her mind, every setbacks was Lynette's fault for she had stolen what should have been hers. Daniella had thought at first that it was all just flattery and exaggeration when people complimented Lynette's enchanting appearance that could captivate souls and mesmerize cities. But when she finally saw Lynette in their first movie collaboration [ Echoes Of The Spotlight] together, a cold rage simmered in her chest. Even without makeup on, Lynette beauty was truly unmatched. This cause intensed jealousy and fear to bubble inside her. Daniella felt threatened by Lynette existence. How could someone so undeserving steal the spotlight she believed was hers? Daniella believed Lynette had stolen everything that was rightfully hers. She had tried countless times to disfigure Lynette's face, but every attempt failed. What infuriated her the most, was Lynette purity and unpretentious elegance that lingered around her like a gentle halo. Something she had longed to possess but could only imitate in a way that came off fake and pretentious. Despite Lynette's low status in the industry as a mere D-list actress barely keeping herself from being blacklisted, Daniella stilled consider her as a dangerous obstacle. A threat that needs to be destroyed. No, no…this simply won't do. I need to eliminate her from this industry – permanently. Lynette…you should never have dared to compete with me. Blame yourself for stealing my spotlight, her thoughts festered, twisting into something crazed and irrational. Daniella bit her lips to control the trembling of her body due to intense jealousy and hatred. She was startled awake , when Alex suddenly hugged her lovingly. His pr*ck poking her in restlessness. “ Dani, let's be together like before… hmmm ?” He pleaded in a low, husky whisper, his lips trailing to her earlobe , kissing it with a lingering heated tease. “You…Mmph…i don't think this is right ” “Why not?” “ But, your brother… he doesn't like me,“ She bit her lips, her eyes fluttering with a fake fragility, while hiding the glint that flashed through.“I don't know…I'm s-scared Alex ” “I don't want to come between you and your brother ” “ Don't worry, he won't be a problem ” he assured her " Then…” She shyly clinged to him, rubbing her nude breast on him.“ I want…Mmph.” Her you was swallowed with Alex's heated needs. …This action of his caused Lynette’s body to throb with even more desire, her chest rising in response to the ecstasy as her hands wound into his hair. His tongue explored her nipples as he continued to suck and nibble on them, just as his fingers found her wet core. His touch made her wet core clench in anticipation, as his fingers drew teasing circles around her sensitive bud while he continued to suckle her nipples. Lynette's breath hitched, her hips rising slightly with his movements. “Ahhh… hmmm…” she moaned, her breath quickening. His fingers continued to stroke her as he muttered, “Lyn, my love,” his voice low with pleasure as his desire hardened further. “Ahh… ohhh… yes…” Lynette moaned, her body growing wetter, her hips lifting and parting as though inviting him to take her completely. As if Azael knew exactly what she wanted, he slowly pushed a finger into her, gentle at first. He was aware she was still untouched, and a deep sense of satisfaction stirred with
After barking out orders, he strode off with Lynette in his arms. Outside the Tipsy Crescent Bar, a low-profile black Rolls-Royce was parked. Dan, Azael's personal assistant, who happened to be Butler Thomas's son, opened the car door for Azael, who stepped in with Lynette still in his arms. “Master,” Dan greeted with a bow of his head, to which Azael responded before entering the car. “Mm.” Dan was the one involved with the companies opened in Azael's name. He was like the second-in-command to Azael Alarico. While his father was in charge of the mansion at Greenvale Countryside, he handled the many companies owned by Azael. From the corner of his eye, he saw his master carrying someone, a woman who looked somewhat familiar. Dan: … He paused subtly, though it wasn’t obvious, his expression remaining stoic. ‘So, this was the Lady Boss,’ he thought. Dan had heard from his father, Butler Thomas, that Azael had been awakened by the Holy Maiden’s blood. From the pictu
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
“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.
The blood lines thread looked eerie and ominous, as if something dangerous was about to awaken. Something that was not meant to exist. Something that might endanger mankind if not handled well. Thunder and lightning rumbled incessantly outside the mansion, as if a storm were brewing, like it w
“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







