All Chapters of CRY OR BETTER YET, BEG: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

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HOW AM I ALIVE?

Light burned Aria's eyes as she regained consciousness.For a moment, she was unsure of where she was.Am I dead? she wondered.The sterile white ceiling suggested otherwise. She was in a medical room. Her gaze drifted until it found him.Zayne sat cross-legged on a low chair near the window, arms folded, his eyes fixed on her.Aria’s first coherent thought was a curse that rose raw from somewhere deep under her ribs. Hell. That bastard.She hauled herself upright, breath shallow, and realized her wrists were shackled with heavy chains running down to a weight anchored to the floor. Both legs were cuffed at the ankles, linked to the same bulk of metal. It was ugly, old-fashioned, ridiculous, and humiliating.Aria glared at the restraints, then looked up.He was still staring.“How on earth did I survive that? I was supposed to be dead. How… what kind of witchcraft is this? Why am I back in this hell?” she muttered to herself in disappointment.Zayne uncrossed his legs and leaned forwa

BE PREPARED

However, Zayne didn't flinch. He made no move to wipe the spit away. Instead, he slowly raised a finger, collected the moisture from his cheek, and deliberately brought it to his lips, his dark eyes locked on hers as he tasted it. Aria’s face contorted in pure, unadulterated disgust. "You're sick." "If you wanted me to taste you, you could have been more straightforward." Before Aria could spit another curse, his hand shot out, gripping her jaw with bruising force. She gasped, her hands flying up to claw at his wrist, but he was immovable. He crushed his mouth to hers in a violent, claiming kiss. His tongue forced its way past her lips, tangling with hers in a way that was invasive, violating. Her stomach churned with fury and a traitorous, hated thrill. She struggled, a muffled cry caught in her throat, her weakened arms pushing uselessly against his solid chest. When he finally released her, they were both breathing heavily. A thin trickle of blood welled from his lower lip whe

A TORMENT YOU WILL CRAVE

Watching her flushed face, Zayne felt his own member throb painfully in his pants, demanding to be freed. Without thinking, he closed the space between them and claimed her lips. Aria's eyes widened in surprise. But this kiss was different from Zayne's usual violence. It was something that reminded her of Titan. Tears flooded her cheeks once more. She wanted to push him away, but her body was too weak, its responses hijacked by the relentless pleasure. When the kiss broke, Aria's flushed face mocked the curses in her eyes. Her mouth opened to spew venom, but what came out was a moan as he took one breast into his mouth. "What... do you think... you are... ahhhh... His hands slowly traced down her tummy and lingered on the surgical bandage where she had stabbed herself. Aria's breath hitched at the painful tingling from her injury as he teased it gently with his finger. Zayne pulled his mouth from her breast with an audible pop, the swollen and bitten nipple now looking very di

GUILTY ABOUT IT

Her hips gave a fast, helpless twitch against the sheets. The chains on her ankles and wrists clinked a soft, mocking melody. Her toes curled, digging into the mattress as a fresh, more intense wave of sensation crested. "Faster, please! Go faster... I'm close!" The request escaped her before she could stop it. The look of shock on her face was mirrored by Zayne's, and a wave of crushing shame followed. Zayne gave a low chuckle. "Who are you to give me orders? A slave, requesting such duty from her master." Aria cursed inside, closing her eyes in humiliation. "I didn't think you'd give in this fast," he taunted. "How proud would your parents be, seeing you like—" She cut him off with a burst of laughter that surprised them both. She looked him in the eyes, her chest heaving. "You always talk about them to spite me... how childish. Don't tell me you're actually feeling guilty about—" Suddenly, the vibration intensified to an unbearable level. "Wait... not this fast!" she cried

DON'T GOSSIP

Outside the door, the maids stood in a straight line, waiting patiently for Aria's invitation. None of them wanted to speak first. Finally, the youngest—a girl barely eighteen—clenched her trembling hands and whispered, “We were supposed to be executed, but given the grace to serve this pretty lady. Sadly, she doesn’t want us. Does it mean we’ll die?” The oldest, Miren, shot her a warning glance. “Lower your voice, Stacy. And don’t ask such questions.” But the girl persisted, her voice shaking.“Also, it was like she hated his guts and wanted to get away from here. I’ve never seen anyone look at Lord Zayne that way and live.” “Well,no one crosses him and lasts long. She's lucky to be in the position to express her feelings toward him, unlike us,” another maid named Selena, murmured darkly. Miren stiffened. “Enough, Selena. Don’t speak of things that isn't a concern of yours. Else you’ll die faster than you should.” Silence fell after that statement. “I heard s

WE DIDN'T KNOW

“We are the ones in charge of Lady Aria, so please we can’t let you go in. It’s prohibited.” “Lady Aria?” Isabella repeated, then chuckled coldly. “Who made her important? She’s nothing but a discarded toy. Now step aside, kid—you’re irritating me.”Her glare was like that of a goddess enraged by her mortal subject. "I can't do that, ma'am". Stacy insisted. Miren forced herself to step forward in order to get Stacy out of trouble. She walked and stood infront of Stacy as if protecting her. "Like she said, we can't let you in there ma'am. We have Lord Zayne’s orders—” “I’m done with these clowns. Shut her up.” Isabella muttered the words, and instantly, the huge man that was closer to her gripped Miren’s neck with iron hand, strangling her. Stacy fell on her knees begging for Miren to be spared while the others wanted to intervene, but the presence of the other guards was too intimidating. “How dare you? Who do you think you’re talking to?” Isabella snapped

I DID NOTHING

“You’re still alive. Good for you. Now, what do you want? I’m not in a very good mood, so be quick about it,” Aria said dryly. Isabella blinked, then burst into awkward laughter. “You’ve got guts, don’t you? What do I want? What a dumb question—especially after what happened last time.” Aria smirked and lifted her gaze to meet Isabella’s eyes. “What happened last time?” “Don’t you dare ask me questions, you filthy, trash-abandoned toy!” Isabella snarled. Aria sighed. “I’m so disappointed in my skills. You actually had the courage to show up after I beat the hell out of you? Maybe I wasn’t good enough to keep you in a coma for the rest of your life.” Her voice dropped low and sharp. The deathly glare she gave Isabella was enough to send a chill down her spine. Isabella tried not to show it—she knew she was no match for Aria. But she’d be a fool to let her fear show. Besides, she had guards this time to protect her right? She laughed again—dry and forced. “Beat me into a co

CALL THE DOCTOR

“Really? That’s all you’ve got? A gun? Even in my condition, you still need a gun to defend yourself?” Aria’s voice dripped with mockery. Isabella rolled her eyes. “My skincare is worth millions. You think I’m going to risk a scratch by fighting you?” “A scratch is for kitty cats… you might risk a head fall,” Aria replied, standing up with a daring smile. “Ha! Funny. What do you think you’re doing? You want to fight me with those chains on? Have you lost your senses too?” Aria shrugged. “Who says I want to fight?” Isabella’s finger tightened on the trigger, ready to pull. “Good. Don’t you dare make a smart move, because—” She stopped mid-sentence as Aria slowly stepped backward until she reached the edge of the bed. Then, without warning, Aria closed her eyes. Isabella frowned, confused. “What are you—” Before she could finish, Aria let herself fall. The sickening thud of her head hitting the marble floor echoed through the room. Isabella’s eyes widened in shock. Her h

FIRST TO KNOW

After several weeks of uncertainty about their future, the maids assigned to Aria — all four of them — were in the servants’ quarters, fearfully waiting for the judgment to be passed. Especially since the guards assigned to them had already been eliminated. None of them had been able to sleep peacefully. Every time a door opened, they flinched. Every footstep in the hall made their hearts stop. Three of them were in the laundry room doing the laundry when Stacy broke the silence. “Do you think she’ll survive this time?” she asked, wringing the damp cloth in her hands. “She hit her head hard,” Hannah replied, lowering her voice. “And the bleeding was too much… I’m afraid this is the end.” Selena sighed loudly. “I don’t blame her. This place is hell. She kept looking for ways to kill herself and end it all—” “How do you know? The guards said the Red Dragon’s heiress, Isabella, pushed her,” one whispered. “That’s what I thought, but Isabella denied it. No one knows the truth. B

A DEVELOPMENT

Inside Lord Zayne's private medical room Aria lay still on the bed, her head wrapped in fresh white bandages already faintly stained pink at the edges as the doctor, Mr. Eugene, attended to her. Meanwhile, Zayne sat in the corner with his legs crossed, a cigar clamped between his teeth, his gaze fixed on her. Hours ago, Mr. Eugene had informed him that Aria had regained consciousness. Since then, he had been in the room, waiting impatiently for her to wake up again. Eugene adjusted his glasses and sighed heavily. “She keeps getting lucky,” he murmured, half to himself. “Another few inches and she’d have fractured her skull completely. She’s not human at all to have survived this.” He looked up at Zayne. “My lord… at this point, you can’t stop her. Her body heals, but her mind—” He shook his head. “She’s going to try ending her life again, sooner or later. Why not…” He hesitated, his throat tightening. “Why not end it yourself and spare her the suffering?” The room froze. Za

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