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

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

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

“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

“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

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