FAZER LOGINWalking out of Alex's villa, Lynette stood outside watching the night sky, gradually filled with stars.
Everything from minutes ago seems like a dream. When she recalled the eagerness with which she'd planned to surprise Alex, and the heartbreaking outcome that followed, Lynette found it incredibly laughable, her own foolishness. So be it Alex Hale could finally be with the person he loved. In Florida City's December, the winter wind was chilling, gusting intermittently, and the coldness seeped into Lynette's clothing, making her frame seem struggling to move forward. 15 minutes later. In the Tipsy Crescent Bar , suited at the heart of Florida Metropolitan. On the left axis of the down floor, two beautiful ladies sat facing each other. Lynette had been drinking all night since she arrived, celebrating her freedom, or so she believed. “ You guys really broke up?” Lila Quinn looked at Lynette opposite her with a look of disbelief. “ Mm” Lynette poured another shot of alcohol into her glass and downed it in one breath. Lila shuddered at the sight of Lynette downing shot after shot, as though the alcohol were mere water, “ What happened?, I thought surprising him was the whole point?” Lynette curled her lips in contempt before tilting her head back to down another shot. She looked battered and drunk, yet a faint traced of awareness still lingered in her eyes. “ I thought so too.” “ But guess what? I was the one who got surprised instead.” Tsk… Lynette let out a bitter laugh. “ That bastard was cheating on me…with Daniella Salmon – his ex.” “ Ha– hiccup –hahahaha…” She hiccuped and then burst into a broken, drunken laugh. After listening to Lynette account of the situation, Lila Quinn was infuriated. She sprung up immediately and slammed her fist on the table, “What!” “ What is wrong with Alex Hale? that bastard! scumbag! Have he no shame?” Lila Quinn was making such a big ruckus that she quickly downed a shot of beer just to cool her temper. “ And that green tea b*tch, Daniella… she's truly a vixen.” “ It's good you broke up with him. He's a scumbag and doesn't deserve you.” “Honestly, you should have demanded more money from them. Six million AUR is too small for what they did to you ” Lila Quinn's chest ached from all the rage that was bottled up within her. Those scumbags, they're simply inhumane and hateful Lynette gazed at Lila Quinn who seemed even angrier than her. She smiled in relief. She was thankful and lucky to have such a good friend like Lila Quinn. “ Come –hiccup– come, let's celebrate my freedom. Don't get worked up… they're not worth it – those scumbags.” “ Yes …yes, come –let's celebrate our singlehood. Today, we must drink ourselves into a stupor… hehehehe.” Lila Quinn forced a cheer, even though her heart ached for Lynette. *** At the same time, in the Greenvale Countryside, a black BMW luxury car came to a stop at the entrance of a vast mansion. A strikingly handsome man stepped out. His looks were sharp, edged with elegance and charisma, while his deep, dark eyes slightly tinged with red, held a magnetic intensity that often went unnoticed. His black hair was tousled with a careful recklessness, like a rebellious playboy. Every movement made him a heartthrob in the eyes of any woman who looked his way. He walked into the expansive mansion. The luxurious living hall was magnificent. Although it was huge and luxurious, it turned scary and creepy when night falls. Under the huge chandelier, every movement and gesture of the man showed his inborn aristocracy as he sat on the luxurious sofa. “ Young Master Adrian” Maid Alice bowed in greetings. She was struggling to hide the blush that was creeping up her cheeks and the admiration shimmering in her eyes by lowering her head. Alice knew it was a taboo to harbor romantic feelings for her superiors, especially since it was strictly forbidden under the mansion's employment rules. Yet her heart betrayed her everytime she saw him. But Alice knew, it was nothing more than a wishful thinking on her part. Even so, Alice couldn't help but blush shyly whenever Adrian visited. Adrian Alarico was the quiet heartthrob of many female servants in the mansion, though they hid their feelings well. No one dared to show even a hint of admirations. The fear of punishment and losing a well paid job keep their emotions tightly restrained. Alice could only admire him from afar with respect like a loyal fan. “Mm” He answered, his voice cold and indifferent, “ Where is Butler Thomas?” “ He is in the restricted area of the east wing , Young Master.” Alice answered in a respectful tone . “ Should I inform him of your arrival, Young Master Adrian?” She asked softly, her posture straight and respectful. “ No need… leave,” He murmured, his hand gesturing her away with quiet indifference. “ Yes, Young Master.” With a small bow, Alice turned and returned to her duties. Adrian stood up and walked towards the kitchen. Two refrigerators lined the right side of the kitchen. One held an assortment of premium beverages and other drinks, While the other refrigerator contained rows of transparent glass jug filled to the brim with red liquids, resembling aged red wine. Adrian stretched out his hand and took one of the transparent glass jugs filled with red liquid from the second refrigerator. He turned around and picked up a few crystal glass mugs from the side shelf. Everything in the mansion was high-end and luxurious; even the drinking mugs were crafted from pure crystal. Adrian drained the red liquid in one gulp, his thoughts drifting to the restricted area of the East Wing and the mysteries it concealed. The Prophecy… Tsk… He let out a bitter chuckle, shaking his head as if to erase the thought from his mind. Looking at his right hand and the expensive gold chain adorning it, Adrian smirked arrogantly. His thoughts were shrouded in mist, yet his gaze held a strange affection. …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







