Their lips molded together. Gloria couldn't move her jaw at all, so she could only let the drool drip down the corner of her mouth.
It was not an affectionate kiss, but a complete torture. Gloria closed her eyes and refused to shed a single tear. The man in front of her made it utterly clear to her that her tears were worthless. Patrick had gone mad the moment he learned that Gloria had got herself a new driver's license. He thought, 'I'm sorry, Gloria. I fell in love with you, and I hurt you. If the pain is enough to make you remember the lesson and too scared to leave me, then it's worth it. Because I can never let go of you again.' Patrick kissed the woman under him madly. He only pushed Gloria's dislocated jaw back when the car stopped steadily. His technique was swift and skilled. Leo was blaming him for hurting Gloria. However, he ignored Leo completely. Right now, he saw nothing but Gloria in his eyes. "Gloria,Patrick opened the door, got into the car, and drove off without Hank. Hank immediately got in another car and went after Patrick's car. Patrick was driving so fast that Hank could only follow him from a far distance. Hank watched as Patrick braked abruptly and walked into a building. "Miss Carter, here is your new driver's license." "Thank you." Before Gloria could finish her words, someone suddenly snatched the driver's license from the service staff. Gloria turned around and was about to say something, but when she saw the man's face, her pale lips trembled. "Why are you here?" "Are you trying to run away from me?" Patrick's face was as cold as ice. "No, I'm not," Gloria denied in fear. "No?" Patrick shook the driver's license in his hand. "Then what is this for? Explain it to me." Patrick was furious. He kept Gloria's license, and now she came here to get a new one, which could only mean that she wanted to get away
The car was driven into the iron gate, and the villa for the Alpha of the Black Thorn Pack was just as well organized as Gloria remembered it. Gloria looked over her shoulder uncontrollably. Through the back window, she saw the receding black iron gate slowly closing. She thought, 'From today on, I'm just a caged bird.' She closed her eyes and hid the tears in them. When she opened her eyes again, she was the obedient Gloria again. Patrick saw every expression on her face, and a hint of guilt flashed across his eyes. He thought, 'I'm sorry, Gloria, but I just don't know how to keep you around. I want you to love me as you did three years ago.' "Our mate is in so much pain. Why can't you make her happy?" Leo accused Patrick. Patrick thought, 'Because I love her. I will never let go.' Patrick looked a bit crazy. "Alpha Patrick, you are back." The car doors opened, and Damon was standing next to the car. He was here to welcome Patrick back, b
With a heavy heart, Damon silently walked up to the sleeping woman and stopped by the bench, his resentful eyes fixed on Gloria's face. After looking at the sleeping Gloria on the bench for a long time, he said, "Wake up." Gloria woke up when she heard a noise in her daze. As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Damon standing beside her. Instantly, she was no longer drowsy. She opened her mouth but did not know what to say. Facing Gabrielle's brother, what could she say anyway? She figured that Damon wouldn't want to hear her crying foul at all. Yet should she apologize to him? She was the one who was set up. Why should she apologize? Gloria slowly lowered her head and did not speak. Damon looked at Gloria. He wanted to hear what she would say to him after three years. He waited for a long time, yet she did not say a word to him. "Miss Carter, don't you have anything to say to me?" Gloria opened her mouth, only
Right now, the sound of the hair dryer kept buzzing in Gloria's ears. Just as every night, she sat by the edge of the bed with wet hair, looking down at her nightgown. She thought, 'The new nightgown was bought by Patrick, who is holding the hairdryer behind me. It is exquisitely made and very expensive. Yet what makes him think that I like pink? I don't even have the right to choose the color I like.' She listened to the sound of the hairdryer while feeling the soft touch on the top of her hair. All of a sudden, a lifeless, silent smile appeared on her lowered face, and tears glistened in her eyes. She felt ridiculous, for she was like a doll he dressed up. "My hair is dry already," she said in a low voice, still subconsciously rejecting his care. As Gloria spoke, she unconsciously turned her head away. Patrick, who was behind her, saw each of her actions, which betrayed her and revealed her true feelings. Patrick felt disappointed, and his hear
Patrick stared in disbelief at Gloria, who at this time was so charming, but so strange to him. His eyes were full of pity. Gloria gritted her teeth. She was a sensitive and delicate person, so she could tell the emotions in Patrick's eyes. However, she could not believe that she was the reason for such changes. After all, it was Patrick who pushed her into today's miserable state step by step. He was the chief culprit of everything. "Mr. Hammond." She approached him again and wrapped her arms around his neck seductively. Right now, she was half kneeling on the bed with her hands around his neck and her head slightly tilted. "You are my sugar daddy. I still owe you a lot of money. Mr. Hammond, you just lie on my bed. Isn't it a sign that you want me?" she deliberately lowered her voice and said. She tried to ignore her feelings, seducing Patrick while mentally brainwashing herself again and again. She thought, 'I am cheap in his eyes. Doin
Patrick felt great satisfaction physically. At that moment, the two climaxed at the same time. While they were panting, they had physical pleasure, yet their hearts were broken. "Patrick, I hate you," Gloria said in a hoarse voice. Patrick's fingertips trembled, but he still reached out to wipe the beads of sweat on her forehead. There seemed to be something inexplicable hidden behind his deep eyes, which confused Gloria. Yet when she looked into his eyes, the familiar pain came from her numb, senseless heart. Three years ago, a casual gaze from him would give her heartache. She naively thought that he was the mate chosen by the Moon Goddess for her and that they were bound to love each other. She had no idea that he would make her go through such pain. Patrick stroked her forehead, trying to wipe off her sweat. "Don't touch me." Gloria patted Patrick's hand off and stared at him, who was on top of her, with cold eyes. "Mr. Hammond,
"Still trying to get away?" Patrick's magnetic voice was pleasant to hear. Gloria gritted her teeth. She lowered her eyelids unwillingly to hide the stubbornness in her eyes and said slowly, "What do you want?" Then she clenched her fists and said in a low voice, "I won't beg you ever again." "Stubborn," Patrick whispered. His word made Gloria certain that all he wanted was to torture her till she was in despair. Patrick looked at the woman on the bed and sighed silently. He thought, 'I never want her humbleness or plead. What I want is the Gloria who loved me more than her life.' Patrick stuffed her into the quilt and got in as well. He put his arms around her, used his feet to stop her from kicking, and warned her, "You have two choices. You can either go to sleep, or we can do it again. You'll go to sleep when you're exhausted. Which one do you want?" Gloria was so angry that she kept taking deep breaths. She retorted in a hoarse
After spanking Gloria, Patrick finally felt that his tight nerves loosened completely. Gloria was pressed against Patrick's thigh with her back facing upwards. She didn't have time to react until she heard the crisp sounds of slaps. Only then did she realize what was happening. "Stop! Stop it!" Gloria struggled furiously. Patrick looked at Gloria and the stubborn expression on her face. His suppressed anger was rekindled. "Do you dare to do that again?" Patrick asked her. Suddenly, Gloria felt a sense of absurdity. She thought, 'Isn't spanking only for disobedient children?' "I'm not a kid. What makes you think you can spank me?" She glared at him, questioning him. "Was I wrong?" His eyebrows were thick, and when he raised one side of his eyebrows, he gave others the impression that he was casual and effortless. Yet in fact, his heart was beating fast right now. When he saw Gloria's legs hanging in the air, he was utterly fri
"Does it hurt?" Luana silently asked herself.Once, she had known pain—excruciating, soul-crushing agony that had left her curled on a cold floor, voiceless and desperate.It had been a pain that stripped away all hope in this man before her, eroding her very will to live. It had been so severe that even in her final moments, when she'd longed for a glimpse of him, he'd refused even a phone call.That pain was no mere physical wound. It was a despair that seeped into her very being.It was after enduring such torment that she had finally seen Cline for what he truly was—a man utterly ruthless toward her.Yet now, here he was, holding her and asking if she hurt. The irony was bitter, almost laughable.With a cold, expressionless face, she said, "The five minutes are up. Let me go."But Cline, who had finally held the person he'd obsessed over, had no intention of releasing her so easily.He held her tight and said, "
Cline held tight to her arm, as if he'd never let go unless Luana gave him a chance to speak.Luana, brows furrowed, sighed and relented, "Five minutes, right here."Cline's cold gaze shifted to Dorian, who shot him a glare before turning to Luana."Five minutes, then home," Dorian warned.Luana nodded meekly, "Okay."Only after Dorian strode into the villa did Luana turn to Cline, her voice cool and impatient."Well?"In Dorian's presence, Luana had been the picture of obedience, just as she used to be with him.Now, though, Cline saw a change in her—calm, distant, and edged with impatience.This new version of Luana only deepened the ache in his chest.He longed to reach out, to brush his fingers against her face, but as his hand rose, she flinched violently, stepping back as if struck.Luana stared at Cline's right hand, her pupils suddenly clouded with fear, as if the ghosts of past trauma had res
Luana nodded in agreement and turned toward the stairs.But after just two steps, she froze, her fingers brushing the banister.Slowly, she turned back, her voice hesitant. "Clarissa, I came back as Dorothy... What about Gehrmann?"Clarissa had guessed that Luana had returned as her sister Dorothy the moment she heard Dorian call her by that name.Clarissa's smile was warm, reassuring. "I won't say a word to him or Cline. Your secret's safe."Relief flickered in Luana's eyes. "Thank you," she whispered, the word soft as a feather.As Luana walked away, Clarissa watched her retreating figure, worry knotting her brow."Is this luck or a curse?" she thought, "Leaving Cline only to be trapped by Dorian."At the car, Luana opened the passenger door and slid in."Home at ten seems early," she ventured, her tone tentative.Dorian glanced over, his indifference palpable. "Make it eight, then."Luana's lips twitched
Clarissa watched Luana's fingers tighten around the phone until her knuckles whitened. "When I first saw those messages flooding in, I tried luring him out myself—posed as you, planned to bring the cops. But instead of catching a creep, I got..."She trailed off, the memory of the man in the café still prickling her nerves.A man as cold and heartless as Cline—why would he cling to memories of Luana like this?"Anyway," she shrugged, "he never showed. Guess some ghosts stay buried."Luana's voice was a whisper. "These things... they should've been my fight. Not yours."Clarissa cut her off, "If it were me in this mess, you'd do the same. So quit with the thanks already."Luana nodded meekly, her lashes drooping as she glanced back at the phone screen.The mystery gnawed at her—Mr. Night's messages reeked of obsession, yet he hid in plain sight. Why?She couldn't fathom it, and frankly, didn't care
"I had no choice but to pull a dumb move—I seduced Gehrmann and took Naomi's spot as his bedwarmer," Clarissa said flatly, her voice echoing off the brick walls."I thought I could use him to get back at Cline. Turns out I was dumber than a bag of hammers—Gehrmann wouldn't lift a finger against Cline for any woman." She kicked at a pebble, watching it skitter into the shadows. "By the time I figured that out, he wouldn't let me walk away."Clarissa shifted her weight, catching Luana's profile in the dim light."But don't you worry, Luana. I ain't falling for Gehrmann's charm. This world's got exactly one good man left—Albion. And he's six feet under."So, I won't be that girl anymore—the one who pours her heart out for every little kindness, even when it's not worth it."Mentioning Albion again made Luana's eyes dim as if the light behind them had been switched off.She lowered her lashes, hiding the sorrow pooling th
Third Person's POVLuana tightly embraced Clarissa, hoping to alleviate her pain.Clarissa, however, patted her back with a smile and said, "It's alright. After finding out the truth, I was devastated for a while, but then I pulled myself together. I installed surveillance cameras and recorded every moment of their infidelity, which I sent to my lawyer."I won the lawsuit, but I couldn't get the house back. I could only recover the mortgage payments, the money I spent on him, and compensation for emotional distress..."However, what I didn't expect was that someone would expose Albert's bigamy online, ruining his reputation. His company fired him, and no other major firms would hire him. As far as I know, his current salary isn't even enough to cover the mortgage. Plus, his mother has cancer, which is why he keeps begging at my door."Clarissa's voice turned cold as she continued, "He thinks I'm still the naive woman I once was, that if he kneels a
Clarissa took a deep breath, opened the bedside table, and took out a marriage certificate, handing it to Luana."You two weren't entirely meant to miss each other. At least he kept his promise from when you were young and married you."Seeing the marriage certificate, Luana's eyes welled up.She reached out and slowly unfolded it...Name: LuanaName: AlbionBeside them was a composite photo of the two, dressed in white shirts, with a red background, their faces beaming with happiness.When Luana was eighteen, she had asked Albion, "When are you going to marry me?"Albion, engrossed in a book at the time, looked up and playfully tapped her nose with his pen, saying, "When I'm capable of giving you happiness."Luana pouted, dissatisfied, "But when will that be?"Albion held up his book and replied, "After I've mastered all this knowledge and become someone worthy, then I'll marry you."Luana rested her chin
Last time, it was her negligence that failed to keep Albion by her side. This time, she was determined to do everything in her power to protect Luana.Clarissa raised her hand and gently patted Luana's shoulder, hoping to offer some warmth.Time ticked by, and they remained in the same position until a man in a gray suit approached.Clarissa looked up at him, noticing his gaze fixed on Luana, and her tension grew.Before she could inquire about his identity, the man stepped forward and gently pushed Luana's head with his slender fingers."It's ten o'clock. It's time to go home..."Luana, recognizing Dorian's voice, didn't lift her head, her lifeless eyes fixed on the floor.Dorian frowned at her silence, then bent down slightly and spoke patiently, "Dorothy, come home with me."Luana raised her weary head and said, "I don't want to go home today..."She wanted to stay and support Clarissa, to quietly live for herself for
She couldn't believe it. Even with the news reports and Clarissa's own words, she still refused to accept it.Albion, the gentle and considerate young man who had cherished her, how could he have taken his own life in such a tragic way? It was impossible.Luana shook her head in disbelief. "No, he wouldn't do this..."Clarissa stepped forward and embraced Luana. She felt Luana's body growing cold, and her heart ached."Luana, I don't want to believe it either, but..."Clarissa's words trailed off, tears streaming down her face.Three years ago, fearing Albion might do something rash, she had followed him to the cemetery.There, she found no sign of Albion, only bloodstains on the tombstone.Her unease grew as she searched for him, but he was nowhere to be found.The next day, the news reported that Coburn Group's CEO, Calvert, had committed suicide at the cemetery.Only then did she realize Albion had truly done s