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’ Heart thought. Drake smiled and nodded. “Yeah, I just need you tonight because I want to fuck you so hard; I think I just need it. Someone referred me to you and told me you are sexy, hot, and great in bed. I can’t wait to fuck you, Scarlet Heart. My girlfriend does not even have this kind of body. She has no big boobs, only a small but straight body. She is unattractive. Thanks to you, I can now fuck a hot lady.” Drake said. ‘He is so crazy, but he loves his girl though, in reality, I am ugly too.’ Heart thought. She then wrapped her arms around his neck. “Let’s now fuck, sir.” She teased him.

“If they catch us like this… my career is over before it even starts. ‘The girl who stole the billionaire.’ I’ll be a villain, Drake. They’ll never buy my clothes. They’ll never see my talent. They’ll only see a homewrecker.” The elevator dings in the hallway. The sound is like a gunshot. I look at Sabrina, seeing the sheer terror in her eyes, and I realize that my possessiveness might be the very thing that destroys her. I have to choose. Right now. Do I claim her and ruin her, or do I protect her and lose her? The doorknob turns. It’s locked, but it won’t stay that way for long. “Drake, open this door right now!” Emma’s voice screeches from the other side, followed by the blinding flash of

The only question was: how far was she willing to go to succeed? *** 'Drip, drop' the blood of her enemies echoed in Scarlett's mind as she made her way to the armory. She needed to gather weapons and gear for her mission. As she walked among the swords, guns, and various killing tools, she could feel her heart racing with excitement and anticipation. This seemed to be where she felt most alive - in the midst of danger, armed and ready to fight. As she strapped on a leather holster and adjusted her knives, a sudden thought crossed her mind. How far was she truly willing to go for this mission? Was there a line she wouldn't cross?

She makes her statement in a confident and flirtatious manner, which just makes Jerk pleased. “Dress off, now,” he orders in a domineering manner. At his call, Scarlet whips off her dress, pulling it over her head and lays in her matching lace set. Jerk steps out of his jeans, hovering over her while he inspects her body as if he is checking an antique for defects.

Scarlett. I watched the crowd disperse, and the cold began to seep into my bones. They had left me out here to die. I did not mean to kill anyone. I just wanted to get away. I was tired of everything, and I wanted to get away. I looked around me, teeth chattering, hoping someone would take pity on me, but no one was there. Everyone had left. I was forgotten. Bet they were all waiting until I die and my corpse becomes frozen before they come and help. I wanted to tug at the mate bond, but how they looked at me before they left discouraged me. If they had doubts about Bianca's allegations, this was an apparent offence. I had indeed drugged the reservoir, and it had led to deaths. I was a mass

Serena replied sadly. " And do you want to leave?" Sarah questioned further. Slowly, Serena shook her head. " No, I don't want to. Especially now that I've found out who he might have be leaving me for. " And who's that?" " Scarlett. Scarlett O'hara." Serena stated, anger dripping from her words. Sarah seemed to regard her words and face mirrored the anger Serena seemed to be feeling. " That power hunger woman." Sarah muttered to herself. " I wish there was a way to make him change his mind." Serena continued, still into her thoughts.

It was built for tense meetings: stone walls, silver-reinforced doors, one table, two exits, no windows large enough to shift through. The woman waiting inside looked nothing like Victoria. She was older, perhaps forty, with cropped black hair threaded with gray and a scar running from the corner of her mouth to her jaw. Her clothes were plain border gear, soaked through from travel. Silver cuffs locked her wrists to the table, but she sat upright, eyes sharp and exhausted. She looked at Daniel first. Then at me. “Scarlett Hayes,” she said. “Name.” “Anya Black.” Daniel’s expression changed. “Black Thorn bloodline.”

Sarah, Caroline, and Carlos don't have the slightest idea of what their drug did. Instead of making Caroline the future Mrs. Hamilton, it made Nyra instead. Only a selected few know the truth. The three of them just realized, Nyra is more than important to Drake. Which made Caroline hate Nyra soo much, that she wanted to twist Nyra's neck and kill her. She started to feel insecure. Sarah on the other hand is pacing the length of Carlos's room, fuming with anger. She never thought a human would capture Drake's attention.

Liliana retorted. “He’s actually a...,” replied Maddison, opting to not finish the sentence. They would continue to go in circles unless she gave Liliana what she wanted. “His name is Morgan Drake and he’s a doctor by profession.” Liliana went to work, typing away on her phone. When the search on one social media app turned up nothing, she moved to the next. After a few minutes of searching, she put down her phone and let out a sigh. “I can’t find him. I think he’s a ghost.”

Drake chuckled then turned his head away, but at lightning speed, he snapped back and before Lila could say a word, his large hand was resting on her neck and her back was pressed on the cold wall behind her. It hurt. He squeezed her neck tight, his eyes showing with bloodthirst, ¨ calm down you say?¨ ¨ Hehe, calm fckn down, when its my Cynthia in there?¨ He growled, his voice low and menacing, ¨Stop it Mr Drake you are going to kill her¨, Victoria cried but Drake was too preoccupied in venting, the doctor was at a loss for what to do. His legs trembled and his lips quivered, ¨Sssiir¨, he tried to talk but couldn't.