The car was driven into the iron gate, and the villa for the Alpha of the Black Thorn Pack was just as well organized as Gloria remembered it.
Gloria looked over her shoulder uncontrollably. Through the back window, she saw the receding black iron gate slowly closing. She thought, 'From today on, I'm just a caged bird.' She closed her eyes and hid the tears in them. When she opened her eyes again, she was the obedient Gloria again. Patrick saw every expression on her face, and a hint of guilt flashed across his eyes. He thought, 'I'm sorry, Gloria, but I just don't know how to keep you around. I want you to love me as you did three years ago.' "Our mate is in so much pain. Why can't you make her happy?" Leo accused Patrick. Patrick thought, 'Because I love her. I will never let go.' Patrick looked a bit crazy. "Alpha Patrick, you are back." The car doors opened, and Damon was standing next to the car. He was here to welcome Patrick back, bWith a heavy heart, Damon silently walked up to the sleeping woman and stopped by the bench, his resentful eyes fixed on Gloria's face. After looking at the sleeping Gloria on the bench for a long time, he said, "Wake up." Gloria woke up when she heard a noise in her daze. As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Damon standing beside her. Instantly, she was no longer drowsy. She opened her mouth but did not know what to say. Facing Gabrielle's brother, what could she say anyway? She figured that Damon wouldn't want to hear her crying foul at all. Yet should she apologize to him? She was the one who was set up. Why should she apologize? Gloria slowly lowered her head and did not speak. Damon looked at Gloria. He wanted to hear what she would say to him after three years. He waited for a long time, yet she did not say a word to him. "Miss Carter, don't you have anything to say to me?" Gloria opened her mouth, only
Right now, the sound of the hair dryer kept buzzing in Gloria's ears. Just as every night, she sat by the edge of the bed with wet hair, looking down at her nightgown. She thought, 'The new nightgown was bought by Patrick, who is holding the hairdryer behind me. It is exquisitely made and very expensive. Yet what makes him think that I like pink? I don't even have the right to choose the color I like.' She listened to the sound of the hairdryer while feeling the soft touch on the top of her hair. All of a sudden, a lifeless, silent smile appeared on her lowered face, and tears glistened in her eyes. She felt ridiculous, for she was like a doll he dressed up. "My hair is dry already," she said in a low voice, still subconsciously rejecting his care. As Gloria spoke, she unconsciously turned her head away. Patrick, who was behind her, saw each of her actions, which betrayed her and revealed her true feelings. Patrick felt disappointed, and his hear
Patrick stared in disbelief at Gloria, who at this time was so charming, but so strange to him. His eyes were full of pity. Gloria gritted her teeth. She was a sensitive and delicate person, so she could tell the emotions in Patrick's eyes. However, she could not believe that she was the reason for such changes. After all, it was Patrick who pushed her into today's miserable state step by step. He was the chief culprit of everything. "Mr. Hammond." She approached him again and wrapped her arms around his neck seductively. Right now, she was half kneeling on the bed with her hands around his neck and her head slightly tilted. "You are my sugar daddy. I still owe you a lot of money. Mr. Hammond, you just lie on my bed. Isn't it a sign that you want me?" she deliberately lowered her voice and said. She tried to ignore her feelings, seducing Patrick while mentally brainwashing herself again and again. She thought, 'I am cheap in his eyes. Doin
Patrick felt great satisfaction physically. At that moment, the two climaxed at the same time. While they were panting, they had physical pleasure, yet their hearts were broken. "Patrick, I hate you," Gloria said in a hoarse voice. Patrick's fingertips trembled, but he still reached out to wipe the beads of sweat on her forehead. There seemed to be something inexplicable hidden behind his deep eyes, which confused Gloria. Yet when she looked into his eyes, the familiar pain came from her numb, senseless heart. Three years ago, a casual gaze from him would give her heartache. She naively thought that he was the mate chosen by the Moon Goddess for her and that they were bound to love each other. She had no idea that he would make her go through such pain. Patrick stroked her forehead, trying to wipe off her sweat. "Don't touch me." Gloria patted Patrick's hand off and stared at him, who was on top of her, with cold eyes. "Mr. Hammond,
"Still trying to get away?" Patrick's magnetic voice was pleasant to hear. Gloria gritted her teeth. She lowered her eyelids unwillingly to hide the stubbornness in her eyes and said slowly, "What do you want?" Then she clenched her fists and said in a low voice, "I won't beg you ever again." "Stubborn," Patrick whispered. His word made Gloria certain that all he wanted was to torture her till she was in despair. Patrick looked at the woman on the bed and sighed silently. He thought, 'I never want her humbleness or plead. What I want is the Gloria who loved me more than her life.' Patrick stuffed her into the quilt and got in as well. He put his arms around her, used his feet to stop her from kicking, and warned her, "You have two choices. You can either go to sleep, or we can do it again. You'll go to sleep when you're exhausted. Which one do you want?" Gloria was so angry that she kept taking deep breaths. She retorted in a hoarse
After spanking Gloria, Patrick finally felt that his tight nerves loosened completely. Gloria was pressed against Patrick's thigh with her back facing upwards. She didn't have time to react until she heard the crisp sounds of slaps. Only then did she realize what was happening. "Stop! Stop it!" Gloria struggled furiously. Patrick looked at Gloria and the stubborn expression on her face. His suppressed anger was rekindled. "Do you dare to do that again?" Patrick asked her. Suddenly, Gloria felt a sense of absurdity. She thought, 'Isn't spanking only for disobedient children?' "I'm not a kid. What makes you think you can spank me?" She glared at him, questioning him. "Was I wrong?" His eyebrows were thick, and when he raised one side of his eyebrows, he gave others the impression that he was casual and effortless. Yet in fact, his heart was beating fast right now. When he saw Gloria's legs hanging in the air, he was utterly fri
Thinking of Gloria, Ellison shook his head. He thought, 'I'm not that shameless. She has been pushed to the brink of survival, and now Damon still wants me to kill her. That poor woman? I'm not that terrible.' At the other end of the line, Damon kept cursing Gloria. Hearing Damon's vicious words, Ellison felt irritated for no reason. He raised his hand, pulled at his hair, and said impatiently, "Enough!" He roared, "Beta Damon, I will say this again. If you want to kill someone, do it yourself. I won't stop you or help you." Ellison thought, 'Beta Damon got one thing right. If Gloria died, it would be good for me, too. The truth of three years ago will never come out.' "Ellison, you must help me. Or I'll tell Alpha Patrick what you did three years ago." Damon was flustered. "Beta Damon, so, you knew Gloria was innocent." Ellison chuckled. Damon shut his mouth at once after hearing Ellison's words. From the moment he th
Patrick turned his head and glanced down at Hank, who was on one knee. Patrick asked, "I told you to look up things from three years ago. Hank, do you still think no one knows about it?" Patrick used his finger to tap the report on the desk and narrowed his eyes angrily. "I think they were onto you the second you made a move. See? The proof here is perfect." Patrick thought, 'There's one thing that baffles me. Why did Grandpa make such a decision three years ago? I'm so confused. What happened three years ago did bother me. But it was related to the whole pack, and Grandpa didn't need to kill a member of the pack and frame Gloria from the Silver Spring Pack no matter what.' "You may leave." Patrick raised his arm and gestured for Hank to leave. Hank wanted to say something, but the second he looked up, he met Patrick's gaze. "Hank, I know what you are thinking, but this has become more than schemes between women." "Then what about M
"Clarissa..." Albert wept and pleaded, "My mom has cancer, I got fired from my job, and the baby still needs milk. For the sake of our years together, treat me like a beggar and spare me a little help.""If you were truly a beggar, I'd give you some money to send you on your way, but you're not..."A clear voice cut through the air, tinged with exhaustion, coldness, and a hint of ruthlessness. "You're nothing but scum!""Clarissa!""Gag him and get him out of my sight!"At the command, the bodyguards immediately seized Albert and shoved him into the elevator."Humph, this despicable man!"Luana followed the voice and spotted a familiar figure leaning against the bar.The woman had a slender figure, waist-length curly hair, and fair, slender fingers holding a slender cigarette, while her other hand toyed with a wine glass.She tilted her head, staring into the red wine in her glass, as if observing another world from afar
Upon learning of this possibility, Cline simply said, "Thank you," and hung up the phone.He gazed once more in the direction the black luxury car had vanished, now more certain than ever that Dorian had taken his Luana.However, he refused to believe they were husband and wife.Russell arrived with the bodyguards in a hurry, seeing Cline standing in front of the smashed Bugatti.Thinking Cline's car had been in an accident, he quickly approached."Mr. Moriarty, are you alright? Did you take too much sleeping pill and start hallucinating again?"For the past three years, Cline had been plagued by insomnia, clutching two mementos of Luana and struggling to sleep through the night.Russell, worried about his health, had obtained some sleeping pills from Eva.Little did he know, Cline had become addicted to them. Later, Russell found out that the medication could induce hallucinations when taken in excess.It was these hall
Cline's brow twitched, his eyes filled with disdain as he regarded Dorian.He strode quickly to Luana, extending his hand with an unyielding tone, "Come with me."Before Luana could refuse, Dorian swiftly acted, his long arm encircling her shoulder and pulling her tightly into his embrace. A provocative smile played on his lips as he challenged, "On what grounds?"Cline's vision sharpened with pain, witnessing Luana clinging to Dorian, their bodies pressed close. A surge of rage erupted within him."Because I love her!"Cline's voice trembled yet rang out loud and clear, eight years of pent-up emotions bursting forth like a flood breaking its dam.Dorian, noticing the bloodshot eyes and the fervor in Cline's gaze, felt a flicker of realization. He glanced down at Luana in his arms.Her expression was calm, a faint smile curling her lips as if she had just heard an absurd joke, detached and indifferent.Not only did Dorian not l
Dorian rolled his eyes at the scene and impatiently pushed open the car door, stepping out to approach the Bugatti.He bent down and knocked on the window, "Dorothy, get out now."Luana, upon hearing Dorian's voice, froze for a moment before pushing away from Cline, who was still kissing her.Her breathing was slightly labored as she coldly instructed, "Open the door. My husband's here!"Cline's body stiffened. He averted his gaze from Luana and slowly looked at the man outside.Dorian, dressed in a gray suit, was impeccably neat. His handsome face and aristocratic demeanor made him look distinguished and aloof. Cline didn't care about Dorian's appearance, but he was annoyed that Dorian had called her Dorothy, not Luana.Cline swiftly fastened Luana's seatbelt and started the car, speeding out of the parking lot without another word.Dorian watched the Bugatti speed away, a look of frustration crossing his face.He muttered tha
Cline turned on the air conditioning, leaned sideways, and drew closer to Luana.His long, thick lashes lowered as he gazed at the petite Luana, his eyes revealing a longing he had never shown before."Luana..."He uttered her name as if it had taken all his strength.Luana opened her mouth to retort, but Cline suddenly gripped the back of her head with one hand, pressing her into his embrace.He whispered into her ear, "I... miss you so much."For three years, he had thought of her obsessively, to the point of madness, sleeplessness, and even hallucinations from medication.Now that he had found her alive and well, how could he let her go so easily?A flicker of disbelief crossed Luana's previously calm face, followed by a cold sneer in her heart.Would Cline truly miss her? He had never cared before. How could he miss her now?Was it because she was gone, and he couldn't find anyone to replace Runa, that he reme
For the past three years, his heart had felt hollow, a persistent ache that never truly subsided.Now, in this moment of holding Luana close, his restless heart finally found its resting place.To Cline, having someone he longed for still alive was like reclaiming what had been lost.He held Luana tightly, his throat constricting with emotion, unable to utter a word, wishing only to merge her into his very being and feel her presence undeniably.Luana, however, was perplexed by Cline's behavior.It was uncharacteristic of him—cold and distant at their airport encounter, avoiding even a glance, yet now he was uncharacteristically intimate.She wondered if the three years apart had taken a toll on his mental state.Frowning, she struggled to push him away, but Cline easily restrained her wrist with one hand.He spun her around, pinning her against the car door.Before she could speak, Cline captured her lips in a kis
Luana stood outside the door, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her clothes as she contemplated Clarissa's changes over the years.Suddenly, the door creaked open from the inside.Angela, holding a child of about three years old, came into view.The little kid clutched a toy car, its round eyes wide with curiosity as it stared at Luana.Luana's gaze shifted between Angela and the child, a fleeting thought crossing her mind that Angela might be staying with Clarissa and Albert.Suppressing her doubts, she asked, "I'm a friend of Clarissa's. Is she home?"Angela froze, sizing up Luana from head to toe, unable to recognize the elegantly dressed woman with delicate makeup before her.It wasn't until Luana spoke that Angela's pupils contracted sharply, her face draining of color, her lips trembling as she stammered, "Y-y-y-o-u..."Then, as if she had seen a ghost, Angela retreated backward with the child, screaming at th
Dorian had just retrieved his suitcase from the baggage carousel when he spotted Luana approaching.He frowned slightly, his tone laced with displeasure, "Didn't I tell you to wait over there?"Luana rolled her eyes at him. "I was afraid you might grab the wrong luggage."With that, she slipped her phone into her small bag, took the suitcase from Dorian's hand, and began to wheel it away.Dorian, with his long legs, effortlessly kicked another large suitcase toward Luana. "This one's yours too," he said.Luana, though inwardly exasperated, shot a glare at Dorian's retreating figure and pushed both suitcases out of the airport behind him.Once outside, Luana handed the suitcase back to Dorian. "I'm going to meet a friend. Let's part ways here."Dorian tilted his head slightly, regarding her with an expression that seemed to question her intelligence. "You think I came all this way just to see you off?"Luana was speechless again
This meant he was giving her only one chance. If she refused, she would never be able to return home.Luana felt as if a heavy stone had settled in her heart, making it hard to breathe and preventing her from making a decision quickly.Dorian maintained his domineering posture, observing the shifting expressions on her face with a smug confidence, waiting leisurely for her response.Five minutes passed, and Luana took a deep breath before nodding. "Alright, I agree, but it's only a marriage in name."Dorian let out another faint sneer. "What else did you expect?"He picked up the diamond ring, nodded his chin, and gestured for Luana to extend her hand.Reluctantly, she stretched out her hand, and Dorian casually placed the ring on her right ring finger.After slipping the ring onto her finger, Dorian released her hand and looked into her eyes with his deep, dark gaze. "We go to the church tomorrow," he said.With that, he pocketed Dorothy's passport and turned to leave.Luana raised he