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Ruthless Billionaire’s Little Sparrow Part 61-1 PLEASE VOTE, COMMENT AND FOLLOW ME Author’s POV Few hours back He was a heartless demon, drowned in evilness and darkness, feeding on fear to give sick pleasure to his psychotic neurons with drenching into blood.

He was still as handsome as always. I stood there, a silent captive, observing the high-stakes game that was about to unfold. Alpha Nathan, with a cocky smirk adorning his face, seemed to possess an uncanny ability to control his luck. Card after card, hand after hand, he emerged triumphant, his pile of winnings growing with each passing moment. But I knew his victories were tainted. Using our mind link, I desperately reached out to Alpha Ryder, planting the seed of doubt in his mind. "Alpha Ryder, listen closely," I projected my thoughts. "Alpha Nathan is cheating. Those cards magically appear in his hand."

Rohit said grimly. I was taken aback but composed myself. "Sure he did. He would want to know whether I was alive or dead. That is important to him". He shook his head, "Dadda you will never forgive him. Will you?" I replied promptly, "Forgiveness and philanthropy is not my thing". "What about love?" He asked curiously. "I am heartless. Remember?" I said, my voice devoid of any emotion. ✍✍✍✍ Vote. Comment. Fan. 😘 Happy reading 📖 Asmita💜

" How?” "The heart you put in his chest was a clone of a human heart, wasn't it?" "Yes then?" "So you put that heart without washing it and it was probably the heart of a man who knew only emotions like hatred, jealousy and anger. Like the person who has this heart. " "Oh, so we can fix that?" Anahita's enthusiasm waned. "Maybe ... I can't say for sure but I hope this method works."

"Your 'Sweet Love' is a variable of high volatility. It causes structural instability in the market. I am the optimized solution. I am the Panni that does not weep." Panni stood her ground, her golden resonance beginning to hum in her chest, a low, dangerous vibration that matched the trembling of the earth. "You aren't me," Panni hissed. "You're just a ledger. You're the sum of everything Lucien stole from my blood, but you forgot to steal the one thing that matters." "The Heart?" the Digital Saint tilted its head further, a sickening sound of grinding metal emanating from its neck. "The Heart is a pump. A biological engine prone to failure. My engine is absolute."

But it seemed to have no effect on the heartless man who had decided already to leave her with scars. "Give it to me, kitten. I will make you feel like he has never done so." His breaths against her neck were like thorns piercing into her skin. "Tell me that you are enjoying it." He demanded. "Tell me that I make you feel better than he does." It was then that Ayla realized that he was too lost in his twisted, sick mind to stop now. She could only pray to the heavens up above and to whatever God who was listening to her to make it all stop.

incinerated by the fact that the Human Heart is Un-Incorporable. We stood in the center of the "Sovereign Default, our breath coming in short, ragged gasps of hot, copper-heavy air. The One-Hundred-and-Forty-Sixth Layer was no longer a boardroom; it was a Void of Pure, Un-Written Potential, where every shadow was a new start and every drop of blood was a new ocean.