All Chapters of CRY OR BETTER YET, BEG: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Aria lay motionless on the bed, her wrists still bound, the rough bite of the restraints a dull ache against her skin. The tape over her mouth muffled her ragged breaths. Zayne’s last words before leaving the room suddenly echoed like poison in her head. “If you really want to kill me, eat something to gain strength. Otherwise, I’ll assume you want your stomach filled with my cum when I return.” Her stomach twisted. That bastard. He thinks I’m a joke? Her fingers twitched and clenched into a fist, nails digging into her palms. The door creaked open, and her head snapped toward the sound, eyes burning with anger. “Aria—” Emily called and walked in with another tray of fresh food in her hand. Pity and guilt were painted all over her tired face. “Lord Zayne asked me to stay here with you… until he gets back,” she said quietly. She set the tray aside on the dining table across the bedroom, then walked over to Aria. She fumbled with the restraints. The click of the lock releasing

“Killing you will make me a bit happy in this hell,” Aria said with a grin. Isabella whimpered, her voice breathless. “My… my… father—the Red Dragon—he’ll kill you…” She was barely conscious and was speaking with all her strength. Her face was swelling, her lip split, one eye nearly swollen shut. Her once-glossy curls were now matted with blood and sweat. Aria raised a fist to hit her again, but Emily stepped in this time. “She’s the Red Dragon’s heiress! Her father—he’s a monster. Please—stop. This is already bad enough.” Aria stood up slowly, blood dripping from her fingers. She tilted her head, as if considering Emily’s words. Then she smiled—a smile that didn’t reach her hollow eyes. “Perfect,” she murmured. “Someone who can actually kill me. You think I am afraid of whoever the Red Dragon is? I have been praying for death since this morning. If sending his daughter’s corpse to him can make that happen, so be it.” Isabella’s eyes widened at that statement. Only then did

GRIMCLAW BLOODFANG'S ESTATE THIRTEEN YEARS AGO Eight-year-old Laura, now known as Venom, visited her Uncle's place with her family. As their parents were having their time together. The sisters were in the room playing dressup. Little Laura was being used as a mannequin for their makeup practice. "No, Tiffany, there should be a lot of glitter!" Tracy said, holding up a frilly pink dress. "I want to give her peacock makeup so she can wear this dress!" Ava was in the corner, playing with her doll. Laura hated anything pink and dolls. She would rather watch the Bloodfang army train than play with dolls. "I need to go." She pretended to be in a hurry. Tiffany frowned. "Not now. I want to apply eyeshadow." "But I really need to go!" she snapped angrily. "Laura, you went to the bathroom just two minutes ago. Do you have diabetes?" Tracy asked. "Yes, I have diabritidsis." "You can't even pronounce the word right," Tiffany mocked her with a giggle. "Don't

The Bloodfang Capital's estate felt eerily silent as Emily rushed through its labyrinthine halls, her breath ragged, her heart pounding against her ribs. She had searched every corner—the gardens, the training grounds, even the abandoned servant quarters—but Aria was nowhere to be found. Where could she have gone? Dread coiled in her stomach as she finally returned to the private house under her care. The moment she stepped inside, the weight of her failure crashed over her. If Lord Zayne comes back and finds her missing… it's over for me. He won't spare my life. How could she have escaped? This estate is heavily protected. Her hands trembled as she gripped the doorframe, her mind spiraling. "What am I going to do?" she whispered, the words thick with panic. "Looking for me?" A familiar voice cut into her thoughts. Emily’s head snapped up. There, standing by the dining table, was Aria. She was smiling?! Not just smiling—she looked like she was freshly bathed,

As Aria stepped out of the building. All eyes around the premises were drawn to her direction instantly. The torn satin of her gown fluttered slightly with each deliberate sway of her hips.The fabric clung to her like liquid silver, the deep slit riding scandalously high with every step, revealing the smooth, toned length of her thigh, the tantalizing soft curve of her hip. The crisscrossed silver cords barely concealed her breasts, the peaks of her nipples pressing against the thin material, drawing the eye irresistibly. Three guards stationed along the path stiffened as she approached the main mansion. "Can't believe she's the same person who sent the Red Dragon's heiress to the hospital," one murmured, his voice hushed with awe. "She looks so soft, so fragile... not a single muscle in sight. Way better than those lifeless skinny slut slaves in the cells they provide us with." His eyes raked over her hungrily, his grip lightening on his rifle as if to steady himself. Befo