“I wish that, in your next life, you would spend 16 hours a day with your true love—just being together, even if in silence.” – Kate Leslie “I hope in your next life, you’ll only be able to work for someone else—never a boss, never in control. May you feel what it’s like to be commanded, even oppressed, in your job.” – Rex Leslie “I wish that in your next life, every single one of your companions would be from the underworld—no decent people, no respectable connections at all. May you experience the pain of having to interact with the very people you despise, and may you even lower yourself to fear them and obey, trapped by your own fears and prejudice.” – Max Leslie “I hope that in your next life, you’ll be gay—and not just any gay man, but the kind who is submissive, the kind who finds himself under another man. Not just one, either—let’s make two, no, three or maybe four. I want you to experience what it feels like to be completely dominated.” – Kix Leslie ...... Noah Leslie was a self-made successful businessman who unexpectedly got a chance to reborn. However, his new life was not determined by him, but shaped by his family. At first, he had confidence in his family's view of him, but when he heard their true wishes, he was shocked and unable to accept them: to fall in love and nothing but love, never to be a boss, interact with the mafia, and love men. Faced with these unbelievable wishes he could not agree with, Noah had no chance to argue. His new identity filled him with helplessness and rejection, but with no other choice, he had to accept this strange and oppressive second life.
View MoreDean’s breath caught in his throat, his heart pounding wildly, uncontrollably.Chen let out a low laugh, releasing him, and with a swift, practiced movement, his long fingers tugged at Dean’s collar, leaving a deep kiss mark on his left shoulder.Then, Chen planted several more marks on Dean's collarbone.His actions carried an unmistakable sense of possession as if declaring his claim most intimately.Once he was done, Chen straightened up, admiring the marks he had left, a dangerous smile curling at the corner of his lips.“Alright, for now, this will do.”Chen gently pinched Dean’s chin, his voice low but firm. "But remember, you're mine."Only after that did he release him, turning to walk out of the bathroom.Dean stood frozen, his legs barely holding him up.He took a deep breath, raising a hand to cover his flushed face, his heart racing so fast it felt like it might explode.His gaze fell on his reflection in the mirror—his lips swollen and red from the kiss, the visible marks
He didn't merely kiss him; there was a darker intent in the way he sucked on Dean's skin. The pressure wasn't overwhelming, but it was enough to leave a faint mark behind. Damon lingered, savoring his work with a subtle satisfaction before continuing his relentless assault.Dean was already growing dizzy from the kisses.His breath quickened, his eyes unfocused, and his rational mind seemed to be slowly consumed by Damon. He tried to push him away, but those arms wrapped around him were like iron bands, unyielding and impossible to escape."Da...mon..."He gasped, calling out Damon’s name once more, only to be met with a low, amused chuckle from him."Mm?" Damon’s lips returned, this time shifting to the other side of Dean's neck, leaving yet another mark of his possession.Dean had long since stopped resisting. He hadn't even realized it himself, but he was slowly, inevitably falling under the spell of Damon’s gentle yet unrelenting assault.It wasn’t until both sides of his neck wer
He spoke with an effortless ease as if he truly didn’t care about the doubts they had raised. But everyone present knew better—he was deliberately avoiding the issue.Before anyone could press him further, he smoothly steered the conversation in another direction. His gaze shifted toward Dean, and a faint, almost imperceptible smile played at the corner of his lips."It's rare for us to meet like this," he said lightly. "Why not make the most of it and get along? Besides—" He paused, his eyes flickering with an unreadable emotion. "I feel my wife finds Dean rather intriguing as well… Isn't that right, my dear?"Dean felt his stomach drop.Joe’s words sounded casual enough, yet something was unsettling about them, a hidden implication that made his skin crawl. And that uneasy feeling only deepened the moment Sally spoke."Hmm…" She let out a soft, lilting laugh, her voice smooth as silk. Absentmindedly twirling a lock of her curled hair between her fingers, she fixed Dean with a gaze t
Joe Vander... Sally Vander...These were their real names—the true identities of these two devilish figures.Dean nodded ever so slightly, a faint smile on his lips, repeating their names with a calm, measured tone. "Alright, Sally, Joe."Suddenly, Joe took a step closer, narrowing his eyes as he appraised Dean with an almost predatory look. His voice was thick with meaning when he spoke, as though he were savoring every word. "I can’t help but feel... you don’t quite belong in a place like this, surrounded by all this... mafia business."Dean recognized the subtle jab—he was being mocked.Joe’s appearance here was far from a casual "visit." There was something more at play, some scheme unfolding beneath the surface. And that remark? It was a test. A way of gauging Dean’s reaction, of probing into his thoughts, as if seeking some kind of vulnerability.Dean responded without hesitation, his voice steady and confident. "I’m not part of the mafia, but they’re my friends—good friends."S
When he finished washing up and returned to the room, Greg was sitting by the side, casually fiddling with his phone. When he saw Dean walk out, he asked offhandedly, "What’s so funny?"Dean cleared his throat, putting on a nonchalant expression. "Nothing."Greg narrowed his eyes at him suspiciously, but after a moment, he chose not to press further.Dean quickly changed the subject. "Last time, Damon mentioned we were supposed to track down Vander. Any updates on that?"At the mention of Vander, Greg’s expression tightened ever so slightly. He nodded. "We went... we reached his house."Dean immediately sensed something off in Greg's tone and furrowed his brow. "And no one was there?"Greg sighed softly, his voice tinged with a subtle resignation. "Nope, all we found was a note."Dean's brow deepened into a frown. "What did the note say?"Greg’s voice carried a strange undertone as if weighed by something unspoken. "It said, 'You don’t need to look for me. I’ll come to find you.'"A c
Damon chuckled softly, narrowing his eyes as he studied Dean. "Nothing special just wanted to see how you're doing."Dean was momentarily taken aback by the comment, then quickly shifted his gaze. "You are so boring."Damon's eyes wandered around the background of the video, and he noticed the scattered puzzle pieces on the table. He casually asked, "What are you working on?"Dean remembered what he had been doing and, with a shrug, pointed the camera down at the table to show Damon the partially completed image."A puzzle," he said, casually flipping over a piece. "This is what Greg left for me. I don’t even know what it’s supposed to look like when it’s finished."Damon’s eyes lingered on the incomplete smiling face for a moment, his expression subtly shifting."At this point, it’s hard to tell who it is. Could be that self-absorbed senior of mine," Dean muttered as he continued searching through the puzzle pieces.However, Damon fell silent for a moment before slowly speaking, his
After finalizing the arrangements with the others, Dean finally felt a sense of relief. Greg, Damon, Chen, and Shawn were all in agreement—his best course of action was to stay put at Robert’s villa and stay out of the situation with Vander. Each of them had their resources and connections, making their moves far more effective than if he went charging in alone.“Your only job right now is to sit tight,” Greg had said over the call. His tone was teasing, but there was no mistaking the firm resolve beneath it.“We’ll handle Vander,” Damon had added, calm and certain.Even Shawn had chimed in, backing them up. “Yeah, Dean. Just take it easy for once.”And so, with the four of them pressing him from all sides, Dean had no choice but to slip into an unfamiliar state—one of complete inaction.Lying on his bed, he stared up at the ceiling, fingers idly tapping against the edge of the mattress as he pondered what to do with himself. Having so much free time felt oddly unsettling. He was used
Dean clenched his jaw. His mind raced through every detail of the Dragon Gang Massacre. The final pieces of the puzzle snapped into place.Chen had only ever been a younger brother trying to save his family. Damon had only ever been a leader trying to avenge his fallen men.And Vander was the true orchestrator of it all—the one who had cast the longest shadow.Dean took a deep breath, lifting his gaze to Robert. Slowly, he asked, “Uncle Robert… you once said that everyone who worked with him ended up dead?”Robert let out a chuckle, his eyes dark with meaning. “That’s right. If they weren’t outmaneuvered by him, they were erased to cover his tracks. There’s no direct proof, of course… but everyone who met their end had one thing in common—they had dealings with Vander.”Dean fell silent for a few seconds before speaking again, his voice lower this time. “So… you came here to escape him?”For the first time, Robert’s expression softened, something distant and wistful flickering in his
Robert absentmindedly ran his fingers over the table's surface, as if tracing the contours of an old memory. “He drifted between gangs, never pledging true loyalty to any one of them. That’s why so many people tried to win him over—whoever offered him the best deal, he’d work with. If he wasn’t happy? He’d walk away without a second thought.”Dean’s frown deepened, a trace of disbelief flickering in his eyes. “How does someone like that survive in this underworld? The major gangs wouldn’t tolerate an outsider with no allegiance, wandering between them like a free agent.”Robert sighed quietly, his voice carrying a mix of resignation and admiration. “Ordinary men wouldn’t stand a chance. But he wasn’t ordinary.”He slowly raised a finger and tapped it lightly against the table. “First—he was smart. He never positioned himself as a direct threat to any gang. Instead, he made himself indispensable.”Another tap. “Second—what he had to offer was irresistible. Intelligence, strategy, plann
The sky was overcast, with gray clouds hanging low, as if adding a somber weight to this sorrowful day. A fine mist of rain fell gently, blurring the distant outlines of the mountains and settling upon the newly laid grass. The funeral procession stood quietly around the grave, each face etched with grief. Black umbrellas bloomed like a sea of darkness beneath the drizzling rain. The coffin was slowly lowered into the earth, and those dressed in somber black bowed their heads in silent prayer.The officiant's voice was soft and mournful, resonating in the stillness of the cemetery as he spoke of Noah Leslie's brief but illustrious life. His name had once been a legend in the business world, a self-made man who built a vast empire from the ground up. Yet today, the man who had once stood invincible now lay quietly in the coffin, a mere part of the past.Noah’s spirit stood silently to the side, watching it all unfold. He saw his wife, Kate Leslie, overcome with grief, her eyes swollen ...
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