All Chapters of CRY OR BETTER YET, BEG: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

"Man, that was a fun fight,"Venom said as she walked down the corridor of their family hospital, heading to the doctor’s office. Her black suit jacket was torn and splattered with blood. Her dark cropped hair was slicked back. Her men followed close behind, looking like zombies in their bloodied and torn outfits. One of them cracked a joke about how the rival gang had scattered; another groaned and clutched his ribs with a grin. Venom chuckled under her breath—but the moment she laughed, her vision swayed. She reached and braced a hand against the wall to steady herself. Her second-in-command rushed forward, but she raised a hand to stop him. She caught a glimpse of herself in the reflection of a wall-mounted sanitizer station: blood streaked down her temple, a swollen bruise darkening over one cheekbone. "Fuck… That looks worse than I thought," she muttered, pushing forward. The nurses they passed bowed immediately. One of them blushed slightly—Venom noticed and

Zayne's eyes flicked from Emily to Aria hovering on her a moment longer. "What is this?" Emily flinched slightly keeping her head bowed. "M-Master... she refuses to eat. I tried to make her understand she needs her strength, but she wouldn't listen. Please... forgive me." Zayne's eyes were fixed on Aria. "And why is she on the floor?" Emily panicked, rushing to Aria again. "Please, get on the bed-please..." But again, Aria slapped her hand away. Emily bowed deeply, trembling. "I'm sorry, Master. She was already there when I came in, I swear-" "Step aside," Zayne said coldly. She obeyed immediately. Zayne removed his jacket and threw it on the bed. Then he approached the food stroller, picked up the bowl of soup, and walked toward Aria. He knelt in front of her on one knee. Their eyes locked. The tension in the air turned molten. "If you're so determined to destroy me," he said calmly, "you should eat. Get strong enough to kill me." He lifted a spoonful of soup, ble

A convoy of matte-black luxury cars lined the circular driveway of the Bloodfang capital. Venom’s bodyguard opened the passenger door for her. She stepped out slowly and stretched her arms like a bird. "Good to be back." She smiled, took a deep breath, and held a cigar between her fingers. "The capital feels more like home than staying with those annoying ducklings I call siblings." She exhaled a slow drag of smoke, her left hand tucked in her pocket. "Well, come to think of it, I have to face that son of a devil, Zayne. Fuck… now I’m getting anxious. Why would he skip his medical checkups? It’s risky. Am I supposed to tell him that? He should know better—he’s an adult, the ruler of this city. This could affect his daily life and mess with business." Suddenly, unfamiliar engines purred behind her. Another convoy had arrived—but not Bloodfang’s. Their presence turned every head. "Hmm?" Venom muttered in confusion, turning toward the sound and releasing another thick cloud of s

Finally, they arrived at the main mansion. The driver cut the engine,a stone-faced guard in a black uniform stepped forward and opened the door for them with a stiff nod. Venom stepped out first and Isabella followed, with her designer sunglasses perched atop her nose. At the grand entrance, two more guards stood like statues, their hands resting on the hilts of their holstered weapons. The head guard—a broad-shouldered man with a scar running down his cheek—stepped forward, blocking their path. That left Venom speechless because she is the second in command in the city. "Lord Zayne’s orders," he said, voice gravelly and unyielding. "No one is allowed in." Venom’s eyes narrowed. "I’m an exception." She moved to stride past him, but the guard shifted, his massive frame barring her way. "My apologies, Don Venom,"** he said, though his tone held no remorse. "No exceptions." A muscle twitched in Venom’s jaw. Her men wanted to interfere but she held them back with a

Zayne walked down the stairs slowly with the kind of silence that made everyone’s chest tighten. He stopped in front of the head guard and spoke. “I placed you at the entrance and told you not to let anyone near this building because I believed you were capable—solid. Clearly… I misjudged.” The head guard's heart skipped a beat, as sudden beads of sweat clung to his forehead. He clenched his fist tightly, his eyes still fixed on the polished stone beneath his knees. “My Lord—” he began. Zayne raised a hand. The air itself seemed to hush. “You were instructed. No one was to approach my chambers. No one. Yet here stands not one, but two.” Venom stepped forward quickly. “I take responsibility. I forced him to let us in. He warned us—” Zayne didn’t look at her. Instead, his gaze drilled into the guard once more. “And who is she that you obeyed her... and disobeyed me? I gave you an order. She gave you an order. You chose hers?” The guard’s shoulders trembled, and he swallowed