เข้าสู่ระบบAfter Lynette Carter and Lila Quinn parted ways at the entrance of the bar. Both women staggered in a drunken stupor, leaning on each other moment earlier, yet somehow still retaining a sliver of awareness.
Lila Quinn headed back to the hotel she was currently staying in. But not before sharing her address and urging Lynette to call her if anything at all happened. Lynette did not return to her family house at Mapleline Residence, considering her drunken state. She knew, that going back home now in this state would only burden her family with needless worries. She returned to her small apartment at Brighton Street. Dizzy, so dizzy… Shaking her head, Lynette wobbled through the doorway of her apartment, her blurred vision forcing her to rely solely on instincts and the familiar layout to find her way to the bedroom. Upon reaching her room, she collapsed onto the bed and slipped into a profound sleep, embracing it like a long-awaited salvation. … Early in the morning, bright and beautiful sunlight shone into the room through the gap from the white curtains, casting a divine and peaceful halo over the interior of the room and onto the lady on the bed. Birdsong floated through the window; soft, melodious and bright, as if the little creatures were announcing dawn itself with a cheerful, ‘Arise and shine, everyone. ’ On the bed, the girl's brow tightened in discomfort, her expression twisted as though she were trapped in a terrifying nightmare. Her hair spilled over her shoulder like a soft veil, adding a quiet, irresistible seductiveness to the way she slept. With a painful moan, Lynette's long eyelashes fluttered softly before she slowly opened her eyes. What followed was… “ Hissss” damn! A vicious throbbing headache hammered her skull like a broken drum. The hangover was killing her. Whoever claimed alcohol was ‘fun’ clearly wanted others to suffer. If she ever met such a person, she would kowtow to him… and then give him a piece of her mind. “ Shit! it hurts like hell Her head was pounding like a disco hall. “ She would never go near anything alcoholic again. Never.” Lynette stared at the ceiling, while pressing her fingers to her temple, to try soothe the throbbing pain. Instinctively, out of habit, she picked up her phone scrolling through her call log. She tapped Alex's number, about to call him but then she paused, coming to terms with the fact that they had broken up. Lynette clenched her fists tightly, nails almost sinking into her flesh, when she remembered his betrayal last night and how she will wake at the first light of dawn, always longing to be the first to hear from him . Hahhh… It still hurts She had thought it wouldn't hurt anymore… but it still did. It still lingered, gnawing at her heart. Staring at her phone, Lynette's gaze lingered on Alex's contact details. Uncertainty flickered through her eyes, before resolutely blacklisting him every where, cutting him off her life for good. Lynette's heart sank as she recognized the truth: throughout their two-years relationship, she had always been the one to push it forward, to mend it, and to keep it going. “ Hahh… I guess, I was foolish and naive indeed.”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







