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Damian said flatly, "Take us to them." They brought them to the room where I was waiting. I was pulling my hospital coat tighter, still pale. I looked up when the door opened. Damian walked in. He stopped. His eyes went wide. I met his gaze and smiled, thin and colorless. "I don't want money." "I want his life in exchange." "Or he could give me my baby back."

I hid like a rat in an underground fight club, numbly going through each day. With that 100 grand, I would be closer to reclaiming the estate. The thought jolted me awake, and I found myself staring up at the sterile white of the ceiling. "Did the money come through?" The fight club's manager hadn't expected that to be my first words. She stayed silent. It felt like a hammer had hit my chest. Tears poured out uncontrollably. I was delusional to think Rex would ever let me have my way. "Never mind. I'll just fight a few more matches—"

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Until I open my eyes and dump once again this feeling. Fine Missamy! Enough! My clothes are getting wet already because of your tears! If you are just looking for the warmth of my body, just say so… What? What did you just say Jeff? Warmth of your body? Are you now insane Jeff? @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE

Mia Pov “Dare me again… please,” I begged, my voice barely a whisper. I was lying on the rug like a broken, cum-soaked toy. Thick loads leaked from my stretched pussy and ass, my face and tits were glazed white, and my fingers kept lazily rubbing my destroyed clit, spreading their warm seed all over my swollen lips.

A shimmering, diamond-cut silver token engraved with the number 99 winked at me in the dim light, alongside an official, golden-bordered invitation packet. A desperate noblewoman from a neighboring pack had traded this to me in secret days ago, begging for black-market funds and scent-suppressants to escape her family and run away with a rogue wolf. I had given her my savings to buy her freedom. And in return, she had handed me her identity to the society since she wouldn't be making use of them anymore.. she doesn't want to enter the selection because she had fallen in love with the rogue wolf and couldn't bear being matched to another, I rejected it in my past life thought I'll make use of

Cass asked, looking around nervously. "Just stand there and don't move," Loreen replied sharply. Cass stood still, her eyes fixed on her stepmother. Her eyebrows pulled together in deep confusion as she watched Loreen walk up to a shabby, untidy man who was sitting quietly on the dirty sidewalk curb. Cass could hardly believe her eyes. Her high-and-mighty, incredibly picky stepmother was actually talking to a beggar. It made absolutely no sense. "What the... what is going on here?" the young woman whispered to herself, her eyes wide with shock. "Is she seriously talking to him?"

We led the donkey cart away from the inn without a sound, slipping into the dark and turning onto a rough side road. Text scrolled past: [Damn, this supporting character is pretty sharp and alert. She actually got away? [Starting to respect this cannon fodder ex-wife. She really is the prime minister's daughter and not someone to underestimate.] I let out a breath and kept the cart moving. We traveled for what felt like hours. Adrian's steps began to falter. I stopped and lifted him onto the cart, letting him lean against me. He was so tired his eyelids drooped, but he still fought to stay awake.