Lillian had now lost her job at Fittro Club as well as Derrick.
She was now looking for a new job. However, it was almost impossible for her to land a job with generous pay like Fittro Club. What was more, her voice had become hoarse and unpleasant after she was punished by Patrick and Derrick. All of this added up to her anger and resentment. Of course, she refused to leave just like that. "You can't get rid of me," Lillian said as she raised her head. Gloria nodded. She picked up her phone and called Christine. She said, "Christine, I would like to ask you to pass a message for me to Mr. Hammond. Tell him that I'd like to take back my plea. I no longer want Mr. Hammond to spare Lillian's life. I'm willing to pay any price for that." Lillian heard Gloria's every word. Immediately, Lillian's face turned pale. She quickly said, "Gloria, no!" Gloria did not hang up the phone. She glanced at Lillian and said to Christine over the phone,Early the next morning, Gloria came to Fittro Club. She put her things into the locker, came to Christine's office, and knocked on the door. "Christine, I'll have to ask you to save for me again," Gloria said and put a stack of bills on Christine's desk. Christine gawked at the money on the desk for a second and asked, "Who gave it to you?" Christine thought Emily had arranged a new job for Gloria. Gloria didn't think too much about it. She briefly explained to Christine what happened last night. Christine frowned deeply after hearing Gloria's words. She looked at Gloria and said, "Him? Gloria, didn't I tell you to stay away from this man?" "But he gave me money," Gloria said. Christine felt a little helpless. If someone other than Gloria had said this, Christine would have despised the person a lot. However, she knew Gloria well. Gloria wanted to get rid of Patrick. Therefore, she had to earn a million dollars in a mon
Derrick dragged Gloria out of Fittro Club. Gloria thought Derrick would take her to some restaurant in downtown Gabbs, but he took her to the back of Fittro Club building. He shifted quickly in front of Gloria, and his wolf was gray-black and huge. He lowered his head and gently bit Gloria's hand with his canine teeth. Gloria put her arms around Derrick's wolf and got on his back. Carrying Gloria on his back, Derrick spread out his legs and started running. She was so light for him and so he could still run at full speed. He ran and took Gloria to a town near Shadow Forest. Derrick put Gloria under a tree, and then he walked behind the trunk and shifted back to human form. "This is the Blood Moon Pack." Derrick walked up to Gloria. He took her to the pack territory. Gloria was not used to her hand being held, but Derrick wouldn't let go. She pulled her hand back several times, yet every time, Derrick would hold her hand again
Gloria found herself despicable. In fact, she had thought about asking Derrick for help, to buy back her freedom from the Fittro Club. "Do you want to say something?" Just as Derrick dropped Gloria off at Fittro Club's door, he suddenly pulled her and asked. "No. Nothing." Gloria felt dry in her throat. She couldn't ask the question out loud. She glanced at Derrick, turned around, and walked towards the club's door hastily as if she was running away from something. However, because of her leg, she couldn't walk fast. She tried to move forward as quickly as she could while dragging her injured leg, like a clown. Gloria did not dare to look at the man behind her. She suddenly felt ashamed of herself and thought, 'You are so hideous, Gloria!' She stood in front of the elevator. The doors opened. She was about to enter. Then she looked up and saw Patrick's angry and cold face. Gloria took a step back. Her guts told her that the man in f
Patrick opened his eyes in the dark and glanced sideways at Gloria, who was asleep in his arms. His gaze fell on her neck, which was covered in hickeys. And then he closed his eyes again. To Patrick's surprise, Gloria left so many bloody bite marks on his shoulder. He didn't get it. Why did he let her do it? And why did he kiss every part of her body so madly? His instinct urged him to get close to Gloria, to make her his. He didn't want to control himself. Patrick also said to himself, "Don't think about it." The next day, when Gloria woke up, her eyes were bloodshot. She gave herself a few seconds to react. Then suddenly, she remembered what happened yesterday. She quickly sat up and looked around. Patrick had already left. As she breathed a sigh of relief, she felt a dull pain in her heart. When she got up, she realized that she slept all night while being completely naked. She actually fell asleep next to Patrick!
In the Sea Moon Pack, Mike glanced at Lucas, who was sitting on the sofa in his office, and said, "You seem to be in a good mood these days." "Why shouldn't I? I've come across a very interesting prey," Lucas said with a smile. Mike put the document down, looked at Lucas, and said seriously, "Lucas, stop it. There's nothing funny about it." "Mike, you are an Alpha. Don't you know that hunting is a very elegant sport?" Lucas said. "If hunting is indeed so much fun, how come you've kept going after different prey over the years?" Mike frowned. Lucas raised his index finger and shook it. "The fun of hunting lies in the process. That's what I enjoy. The process is all that matters. Get it, my Alpha?" Mike instinctively frowned. "I'm not that sick like you." "I know Melissa was the only one for you." Suddenly, Lucas found it hard to finish his words. He sensed that Mike had released the Alpha's pressure, which was so suffocating t
Lucas did not care about Gloria's attitude. With an indifferent smile on his face, he said, "Wounds should be treated. Leaving it will only make things worse." "It's none of your business," Gloria said coldly. Then she remembered that she had just received 20 thousand dollars from Lucas, so she adjusted her tone and continued, "Mr. Norman, please don't kiss my forehead again." Lucas looked at Gloria suggestively. He said gently, "Then can I kiss you?" He quickly pecked at her lips after finishing speaking. Gloria lowered her head. A hint of disgust flashed across her eyes, and Lucas did not see it. Gloria asked, "Mr. Norman, the kiss is included in the money, right?" Lucas wasn't offended. Instead, he was very satisfied with the prey he had his eyes on. As he expected, Gloria was not as timid as she let on. "The money includes the kiss on your forehead," Lucas said, feeling pleased. Then he left Gloria's room and stood in the doorwa
Gloria went back to the Public Relations Department lounge and sat inside. She was the only one there. Time ticked by, and soon, it was time to go home. Same as yesterday, she received no work at all. Gloria was not stupid. She had been out of work for the last month, sitting on her hands. She vaguely had a theory about the reason why. She left Fittro Club and went back to her dorm. She walked up the stairs, and just like yesterday, she saw Lucas at her door. This time, Gloria did not ask anything. She just took out her key in front of Lucas and opened the door. Then she said, "Come in, Mr. Lucas. I'll make you something to eat." Lucas looked at Gloria's back as she cooked in the kitchen in an orderly manner. The corners of his mouth curled up since he was in a good mood. He ate up as usual. When he put down his knife and fork, there was a check for 20 thousand dollars at the corner of the table. "I guess the food I make is m
Gloria didn't look embarrassed at all. She said frankly, "Mr. Lucas, I never said that the food I cooked was worth 100 thousand dollars. You gave it to me because you thought it was worth it. I was short of money, so I accepted it. Why did I accept it, though I knew it was not an equivalent exchange? Perhaps you have forgotten that I am a woman who will do anything for money. I'm a call girl. I'm not a socialite. I need money. I need one million dollars. It means the world to me. If I don't come up with this money by the deadline, I'm going to lose something very important." "That has nothing to do with me." Lucas was expressionless. He did not care about anyone else. He raised his hand and glanced at his watch. "I have wasted a lot of time already. Miss Carter, I have disturbed you for a long time now. There's no need for us to meet again in the future." "I thought so, too. That's why I walked you downstairs." She thought for a moment. Then she said, "Mr. Luc
Luana fought with all her might, her slender hands clawing at Cline's arms.Her nails bit through his skin, drawing blood, yet he held on relentlessly."Cline!" Luana roared in fury, finally dropping her Dorothy act and staring him down as Luana.Hearing his name from her lips, Cline's eyes reddened further. "You finally admit it..."Luana sneered. "So what if I do?"Cline froze, his bloodshot eyes slowly meeting hers.Her face was an icy mask, devoid of emotion, filled only with contempt.This cold Luana left him at a loss.As he opened his mouth to speak, Luana turned her head, her calm eyes reflecting Cline's pale face."Did you really mean it when you said you loved me?""Yes..." Cline's heart leaped at the chance to connect, and he nodded eagerly, about to confess a decade-old truth.But Luana cut him off, her voice ice-cold, "If you loved me, why wouldn't you wait until our contract ended before break
"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