“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 pressed his lips together, his eyes cast down, a faint, rueful smile tugging at his expression. “I just feel... a little greedy. And... I’m sorry for them.”The Messenger’s fingers lightly tapped on the desk, a sound that felt like both a reminder and an awakening. “Didn’t they say they don’t mind?”Dean fell silent for a moment, then gave a helpless smile. “But I’m supposed to be a decent man.”At his words, the Messenger let out a light chuckle. “Seems like you still don’t understand.”Dean looked up in confusion. “Understand what?”The Messenger’s smile faded, and his gaze grew intense as if he were peering into the depths of Dean’s soul. “Why are they all part of the mafia?”Dean froze, his breath momentarily catching in his chest.He had never truly thought about that question before.Why weren’t they ordinary people? Why weren’t they doctors, lawyers, professors, or even just regular businessmen?Why, of all things, were they in the mafia?Dean opened his mouth, but no word
Chen paused for a moment, then spoke in a low, steady voice. "Shawn wasn’t a coward. He knew the final blow would be the hardest, so he let us take the first hits."Greg picked up where he had left off, his voice calm but carrying a weight of its own. "He even predicted how Ricky would plan things. That’s why he made preparations on our way there."Dean’s pupils constricted slightly, and his mind buzzed with confusion.He remembered the blood, the agonizing screams—the ten shots Greg had taken, the hundred blows Damon had endured, the thousand punches and kicks Chen had absorbed.He even recalled the image of Shawn being dragged behind the motorcycle, the blood and flesh grinding into the pavement, leaving a glaring, gruesome trail.If what they said was true, then what about Shawn?What kind of resolve had he carried to endure all of this?As Dean’s thoughts spiraled into chaos, a cool hand slowly rested on the back of his hand.Dean snapped out of his reverie, looking down in surpri
Chen’s vision was still blurry, but he tried to focus. When he finally saw Dean clearly, a barely perceptible smile curved his lips. His voice was so weak, it was almost like a whispering breeze. “...Are you crying?”Dean sucked in a sharp breath, quickly wiping the moisture from the corner of his eye. He shook his head. “No... not at all...”Chen let out a soft chuckle, a hint of weary affection in his eyes. “You little fool.”Dean’s nose tingled, and he quickly lowered his head to pour water, trying to hide the overwhelming emotions that were about to break free.But just as he was handing the water to Chen, a muffled groan suddenly came from the other bed in the room.Dean’s head snapped around, and sure enough, he saw Damon’s fingers twitch slightly, his brow furrowed.“Damon!” Dean rushed over, his steps quickening. One moment, he was tending to Chen, and the next, he was kneeling at Damon’s bedside, his eyes filled with urgent concern.Damon slowly opened his eyes, his gaze daze
“Mr. Dankworth’s condition is quite serious. He already has underlying health issues, and with the additional strain from his injuries, his bodily functions have deteriorated significantly. He’ll need to stay in the hospital for extended observation.”Dean mumbled to himself, barely able to process the words: “Underlying condition? Could it be from the previous injury? And his physical discomfort... He told the butler he was sick.”The doctor nodded solemnly. “He’s been putting on a brave face. His body wasn’t in a condition to handle this kind of trauma.”Dean’s breath caught in his throat, his mind going blank.He had overlooked something so critical.When Chen was injured, he hadn’t even uttered a single word of pain. Even after taking a thousand punches, he just gritted his teeth and endured, all while protecting Dean.But he had completely forgotten about Chen’s illness?!And the nightmare wasn’t over yet.“Mr. Hansley’s injuries are the most severe.”The doctor held up the X-ray
Dean gasped for breath, the wound on his neck throbbing with a dull ache. But what truly filled him with terror wasn’t the pain—it was the thought that Shawn would be dragged away again, that Greg, Damon, and Chen would continue to suffer.He couldn’t bear it again.Blood, pain, despair.Dean could no longer tell whether it was sweat or tears that ran down his face. His hands were held tightly at his sides, and the blood from Sally’s blade still marred his skin. But he had no energy to care about his injuries anymore—His gaze was fixed on Shawn, still lying on the ground; on Chen, who was equally broken; on Damon and Greg, their bodies battered and bruised.Each of them had been cruelly torn apart.And Ricky had no intention of stopping.Dean clenched his teeth, his knees almost giving out beneath him. He nearly collapsed but summoned every last ounce of strength to stand tall. His eyes were full of pain and humiliation, and his voice was barely more than a hoarse whisper."Please...
Ricky let out a harsh, mocking laugh before giving a silent signal to one of his men.The henchman instantly understood and turned to grab the iron rod nearby, swinging it without hesitation toward Shawn’s knee—Bang—!!Shawn’s body jolted violently as he dropped to one knee, beads of cold sweat forming at his temple.Yet, despite the searing pain, not a single cry escaped his lips, nor did his expression betray even the slightest flicker of discomfort."Ha, you sure can take it," Ricky mused, his eyes narrowing, a cruel smile curling further on his lips. "I’m curious, though... how much longer can you endure?"He made a subtle gesture with his hand, and the henchmen swiftly moved to bind Shawn’s arms behind his back. The other end of the rope was tied to a nearby motorcycle.Dean’s heart seemed to freeze in his chest.No... this can’t be happening...?!The sickening smile on Ricky’s face morphed into something even darker—an almost gleeful bloodlust. He patted the motorcyclist's shou
Dean’s tears fell even harder, a torrent he couldn’t stop.Small issue?How could it possibly be a small issue?!The wounds on Damon’s body... they were so severe… how could he even pretend it was a small issue?!Dean’s hands clutched Damon’s clothes tightly, his whole body shaking uncontrollably.He wished he could take their pain away—wished he could endure it for them—but he couldn’t do anything... nothing at all...The only sounds in the abandoned factory were Dean’s ragged breathing and the echoing of Ricky’s manic laughter.Greg was still soaked in blood, his body a mess, lying on the ground. Damon, though still alive, was struggling to hold himself up, but the fabric of his shirt was completely drenched in blood, clinging to his skin in a gruesome display.Yet Ricky, witnessing all of this, still seemed unsatisfied.He was like a madman, with bloodlust gleaming in his eyes. He licked the corner of his mouth, savoring the moment, before clapping his hands together."Alright then
Dean’s voice shattered completely, desperate sobs breaking through. He fought against the ropes that bound him, but they held him fast, leaving him utterly helpless.Damon’s eyes were bloodshot, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles were turning white. Chen's hands were shaking with fury, and Shawn, filled with a rage that could tear through anything, longed to tear Ricky and Sally apart. But they all knew—they had to endure... they had to wait until the end.The ninth shot struck Greg in the abdomen. His body finally gave way, collapsing to his knees, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.The tenth shot—The force of the impact sent Greg crashing backward, his body slamming against the ground with a heavy thud. His breath came in sharp, uneven gasps, his chest rising and falling violently.But even in that state, he managed to open his eyes just a crack, fixing them on Dean. A faint, fragile smile tugged at the corners of his lips."It's... nothing... all
Ricky smiled with satisfaction, strolling down from the high platform, taking his time as he made his way to Dean's side.He bent down, his fingers gently gripping Dean’s chin, forcing his head up to meet his gaze. His voice was laced with malicious intent."Look at you now." He whispered, his smile widening. "Pathetic, helpless... You must be terrified, huh? Feeling powerless? Thinking you're nothing but a burden, dragging them all down with you?"Dean’s pupils contracted sharply.Ricky’s smile deepened, and he gently patted Dean’s face, his tone low and mocking."You should be thankful. They love you so much, they're willing to swallow all the humiliation just to protect you."He straightened up, his eyes sweeping over the four men with a look of malicious mockery."I’m curious..." He grinned, the words dripping with amusement. "How long will you be able to hold back?"The four men stood a short distance away, faces as dark as storm clouds, their anger barely contained, every one of
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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