All Chapters of CRY OR BETTER YET, BEG: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

I regained consciousness, wishing it was all a dream. Everything… Starting from Daniel being brought into this hell to the moment I blacked out—my throat used as a cum pit. Unfortunately, the cold body of Daniel lying on the bed beside me, yet to be disposed of, reminded me it was all reality. Worse, I was still alive. Alive as a living doll for that Bloodfang bastard. I lost this battle—and I will never win. Tears rolled down my cheeks uncontrollably. All of my surrender back then was for nothing! All if my years under Vince was for nothing. I clenched my fist tightly and tried to move but realized I couldn’t feel my body. It was strange and terrifying. I have been in many similar situations but this felt different. Am I paralyzed? My body was still in shock from the traumatizing pain. My mouth still hung open from the ruthless violation. He was right. I don’t think I’ll be able to get this stinking taste out of my mouth easily. Suddenly, the heavy oak door of the

My legs gave out beneath me the moment we stepped outside the building. I collapsed. “Aria!” Emily gasped, trying to catch me before I hit the ground. But I was too heavy, too limp. I sank against her, my body trembling uncontrollably. “I… can’t…” My voice cracked, barely a whisper. “I can’t walk anymore…” Emily lowered me gently onto the ground, brushing strands of hair off my clammy forehead. Her face was tight, weary, yet there was still that endless softness in her eyes. “Maybe I should ask the guards over there for help,” she murmured. At her words, something inside me snapped. I looked up at her, my eyes wide with disbelief and brows arched in anger. “Why would you—” My throat burned as I spoke. “Why would you ask them? The same people who killed your son?” The night wind swallowed my words, but I could see them pierce her. Emily froze. Her lips trembled, but no sound came out. Silence stretched between us, thick and painful. I swallowed hard, guilt cl

**AUTHOR'S POV*** Blood soaked the white tiles beneath Aria’s trembling body. “Hold on—please, Aria, hold on!” Emily begged, rushing to the fixed telephone and dialing the emergency line. “Get the doctor—she is badly injured! The new building!” After the call, Emily’s breath came in sharp, uneven gasps. Her body shook, her mind a blur between panic and disbelief. “You promised me you’d survive,” she whispered brokenly, brushing Aria’s hair off her face. “Why would you do this?!” Aria’s lips parted, but only a faint, wet sound came out—blood bubbling at the corner of her mouth. Then the doctor arrived. “Move aside!” he ordered. Emily stumbled back as he and two female assistants rushed in. They tore open Aria’s gown, revealing the deep wound below her ribs. “Her pulse is dropping fast—get the saline ready!” “Pressure’s falling—damn it, she’s losing too much!” he added. One assistant pressed bandages against the wound while another inserted an IV line. “Scalpel—no, not y

DAYS LATER ....The Grand VIP club in the Bloodfang headquarters has always been known for hosting very high-profile Mafia bosses from around the globe. The entrance to this exclusive club was a tall, black door, reminiscent of a castle gate. It was surrounded by countless security details representing each Mafia boss. Inside, a whirlwind of activity unfolded: auctions, high-stakes gambling, and entertainment like belly dancers and tap dancers performing for the guests. The air was filled with the scent of expensive cigars and brandy, and the walls were lined with leather couches and thick rugs. Meanwhile, Venom, dressed in black pants and an unbuttoned shirt, casually flaunted her incredibly toned abs and bare chest, which displayed surgical scars covered in tattoos. She had backed a blonde stripper against the velvet-lined railing, her mouth finding the woman's neck with a hungry, open-mouthed kiss. “Ah..ahhhh…Master….” the blonde breathed, her voice hot. Venom's hand, a

Zayne stared down at her, his chest heaving, his brows arched in pure annoyance. He released his grip, letting her slump to the floor, half-conscious.Venom gasped for air as her bodyguards rushed forward, but she waved them off with a weak, dismissive gesture.Zayne turned and walked back to the table. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it with a hand that was now perfectly steady. He took a long, deep drag."Bitch," he cursed, the word a cloud of sharp smoke.Venom pushed herself up onto her elbows, using the back of her hand to wipe the blood from her split lip. She let out a wet, gurgling laugh."I know," she rasped.She managed to pull a cigar from her pocket, light it, and let out a cloud of her own smoke, her gaze never leaving him. "Feel better now, don't ya?"Zayne was silent. He knew she had deliberately provoked him, offering herself as a punching bag to exorcise his demons.Welcome back, Couz, Venom thought, a private victory ringing in her bruised mind.She signaled to