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After nine years of looking for Qyxiella, Walker finally found her on an isolated island in Peru, but it was too late as Qyxiella was already married. Walker didn't lose hope and still pursued Qyxiella, but his woman wouldn't return to him. She wanted to remain by her husband's side. But Walker forced her to leave the island. The next day, his son, whom he didn't know he had died because he got Qyxiella out of the island!
Bler Walker
The club's noise hadn't died as the crowd cramped on the dancefloor-the rhythm of their drunken movement danced with the music as they swayed their sweaty bodies. As the night turned deep, the people inside swarmed like bees rather than condensing. Watching this sea of people didn't lift my sour mood. My thick bushy brows wrinkled in annoyance as I remembered why I was here in this Goddamn place!
I slammed the empty glass of whiskey I was holding, so strong that it almost shattered before pouring another and quickly swallowing it like someone would snatch it from me. The bitterness of it drew into my throat, but I ignored that because what I felt was even more bitter, that no matter how much liquor I drank, it wouldn't go away.
My handsome face was crumpled with annoyance, flushed red from alcohol. Squinting my protruding blue eyes as I stared darkly at the glass of whiskey I was holding as if it was a piece of shit, putting all my frustrations into the cause of this foul mood.
I am in a famous bar somewhere in the Philippines, drowning myself in alcohol alone while ignoring the flirty caresses of the women hinting at me. I was not in the mood to f*ck anyone, so I continued drinking.
I wanted to drink until I couldn't remember what day it was today, believing that the anger inside me would go downhill through this. My FBI boss was the reason why I was enraged. He'd f*cking fired me from my beloved job as one of the FBI's assets in the Philippines.
I had just finished my last mission when the superior informed me that I no longer had to report. I was expecting a promotion. I would eventually become an FBI agent, but that dream remained wishful thinking because it drained instantly, making me curse my superior for mistreating me.
I successfully dispatched my target on my last mission. However my superior suddenly informed me that my asset status was over for some unknown reason. The target I killed was wrong, that's what my superior claimed. And if I don't want to be the FBI's next target, I'd better just quit. He will help me explain it to the higher-ups as long as I am gone. Like, what the hell? Someone is setting me up!
"F*ck that stupid director! I was doing my job! Damn it! Damn him to death!" I growled. My jaw tightened as I continued staring sharply at the glass of whiskey. It was as if my anger would pass if I stared at it like it was my superior's face.
I did not know how to cool myself, and the alcohol was not enough to relieve it.
My job in the FBI would save me from managing our family business. I didn't want to tie my freedom with it. I am not an office-type of guy. I am the type of guy who likes action. So I chose to be an FBI asset rather than handling my parents' business. Also, I am only twenty-two years old, too young to get serious in life. I am not yet ready to take care of our family business. My sex life would also be in prison if I were doing business.
My glass nearly shattered when I knocked it hard on the bar counter before hurrying to leave it to go to the bathroom because I could feel the call of nature.
I staggered because of the amount of alcohol I drank. As I head across the expansive dancefloor, I push everyone blocking my path, not minding the angry stares of the people dancing.
My movements were swaying back and forth between drunk bar hoppers. They were already sweating bullets while dancing on the dance floor. The potent smell of alcohol and sweat mixed, but I didn't care. I angrily tore them apart to make my way to the bathroom.
"Goddammit!" I groaned when I nearly fell to the floor while shoving the people blocking my way.
I felt dizzy from the amount of alcohol I drank. I would have almost fallen if not for the arm that suddenly wrapped around my waist to support me. But out of drunkenness, I shook the hand that was holding me.
"Don't touch me!" I snapped. My voice was raspy. I continued to the comfort room. I did not notice that the person I had rejected had fallen to the floor. I walked straight to the bathroom and didn't care if someone crashed on the dancefloor.
I finally reached the bathroom even though I was staggering. I quickly opened one of the unoccupied cubicles, immediately released my full bladder, and felt relieved afterward.
I was washing my hands when, suddenly, the door slammed open, and someone entered. I raised my guard, even though I was drunk, thinking that the one who entered was there to stir trouble. I slightly reduced the faucet's flow without raising my head when I heard the faint click of the door being locked.
Apart from the newcomer and me, no one else was inside the large bathroom with ten cubicles facing each other. I ignored the other party and continued to wash my hands even though my dizziness slowly intensified and I almost cracked my head.
I was stunned to hear the sound of shoes made by the person who had just entered. I was dizzy and had a headache, but I couldn't go wrong with the sound of the stiletto approaching me.
I turned off the faucet, looked up, and stared in the mirror at the figure of the person who entered.
My eyebrows met because I wasn't mistaken in my suspicion. A woman entered-a beautiful and sexy woman. When I saw her in a purple sleeveless dress, with her eyebrows raised and staring at my reflection in the mirror, my almost drowsy body suddenly became alive. My stern-looking face became even more charismatic.
The woman's dress was tight-fitting, and I could see the sexy figure in it, especially her curvy chest, which was slightly exposed because of her dress style.
I grinned as if I had won the lottery and immediately turned forward to face the woman. My giddiness suddenly disappeared, and my body was hungry with desire because of the woman's presence. My appetiteless lust suddenly came to life, and my libido suddenly surged.
'How am I this lucky? Will you still refuse when grace itself comes to you?" I smirked while looking intently at the woman in front of me. I would not allow this night to pass without tasting this woman.
"Hmmm... I think you entered the wrong toilet, miss!" My words flew out fluently. My deep baritone voice echoed in the comfort room while my eyes were busy raking her body from head to toe. Nice curves, damn! Luscious lips, pointed nose, perfect curved brows, and her eyes! Green!
My throat felt dry, and I finally lost my intoxication as I watched the woman in front of me.
She's a Goddess! That brunette hair suits her perfectly! Is she a foreigner? Is she lost? Thinking about this, my smirk turned into a broad grin. I was about to open my mouth to speak, but the words stuck in my throat when the woman stepped closer to me.
Without a word, her palm flew and slapped my cheek. "You insolent, arrogant man!" she scolded me suddenly. Her words were fierce, but the innocent look on her face still showed vividly. So I was not moved by her anger and continued staring at her.
I ignored the fact that the woman was too close to me as my eyes fixed on that gentle but attractive face. Even though the woman's sharp eyes were glaring at me, I didn't stop gazing. Instead, I deeply inhaled her sweet-scented smell.
Hmm . . . Versace!
I was turned on even more instead of getting angry even though the woman slapped me. I could feel my pants tightening. My raging desire was rampaging inside my masculine body when I accidentally glanced at her chest.
F*ck! Those two soft and protruding mountains! How does it feel to be licked and-
"F*ck!"
My imagination was suddenly shattered when the woman slapped me harshly. No, scratched that- the woman punched me!
This time, I already felt pain because of the force that had blown on my face.
"You p*rvert! Stop looking at my bre*st!" she glared at me while covering her front with her smooth and fair arms. She was furious and couldn't help but step away from me as if I were a perverted bastard.
I scowled at the woman and took a threatening step toward her.
"What is your problem, woman? Why did you suddenly enter the man's bathroom?" I looked around to see if I had entered the correct bathroom and if I might have made a mistake. I was delighted when I knew I was in the right place. I continued, "And you suddenly slapped me and told me I am a p*rvert? You should know this is a men's toilet when you enter this bathroom!" My eyebrows furrowed tightly, and my face looked dark. My index finger was pointing at the masculine sign near the door. I tried to suppress the irritation I felt because of her accusations. The beauty of this woman was the sole reason I could hold back my anger.
"The nerve of you to ask me, you insolent man!" She was about to slap me again when I blocked her hand and held it tightly restraining her chance to take it back. My voice was tainted with irritation when I spoke.
"I have enough of you calling me insolent!" I angrily snapped while menacingly looking at the woman. I am losing my cool because of her accusations, but I tried my best to suppress them. I don't want to hurt this woman.
In a flash, I found myself quickly pulling her to the nearest cubicle. I pressed her body against the wall so that she could not resist. The woman tried to get out of my grip. Her knees moved, and she wanted to kick me, but I compressed her thighs tightly using my two legs, suppressing her every movement.
Wild, unrestrained, and ruthless. A dangerous man you wouldn't wish to encounter. Keyller Rafe Hayes, bestowed the title Earl of Ulster at young age, but experienced downfall at the age of 18. His entire family, together with the butlers and all the staff in the palace was mercilessly killed on the day of his birthday. War broke out and rebels succeeded in forcing Keyller to escape and left the place he called home. The tragedy has caused Keyller to become as merciless and cold as ice. He lost interest in the opposite sex because the killer of his family were women. He tracked down the people behind the murder of his entire family to avenge them but instead, he found Foedus-a secret organization where he found help and allies. Could Foedus be his way to take back what is his mine? or it is the reason that will force him to put himself inside a body bag?
When Zora was sick during the early days of her pregnancy, Ezrah was with his first love, Piper. When Zora got into an accident and called Ezrah, he said he was busy, when in actual fact, he was buying shoes for Piper. Zora lost her baby because of the accident, and throughout her stay at the hospital, Ezrah never showed up. She already knew that he didn't love her, but that was the last straw for the camel's back, and her fragile heart could not take it anymore. When Ezrah arrived home a few days after Zora was discharged from the hospital, he no longer met the woman who always greeted him with a smile and cared for him. Zora stood at the top of the stairs and yelled with a cold expression, "Good news, Ezrah! Our baby died in a car accident. There is nothing between us anymore, so let's get a divorce." The man who claimed not to have any feelings for Zora, being cold and distant towards her, and having asked her for a divorce twice, instantly panicked.
There was only one man in Raegan's heart, and it was Mitchel. In the second year of her marriage to him, she got pregnant. Raegan's joy knew no bounds. But before she could break the news to her husband, he served her divorce papers because he wanted to marry his first love. After an accident, Raegan lay in the pool of her own blood and called out to Mitchel for help. Unfortunately, he left with his first love in his arms. Raegan escaped death by the whiskers. Afterward, she decided to get her life back on track. Her name was everywhere years later. Mitchel became very uncomfortable. For some reason, he began to miss her. His heart ached when he saw her all smiles with another man. He crashed her wedding and fell to his knees while she was at the altar. With bloodshot eyes, he queried, "I thought you said your love for me is unbreakable? How come you are getting married to someone else? Come back to me!"
Rose looked at the reports in her hand and was in shock... The reports said that she was one month pregnant, however, how can she get pregnant when she didn't have any man in her life... "Was it because of that dream? Could I get pregnant because I have sex in my dream?" She thought... She didn't have any mental problems, however, except for this she can't able to think about anything... However, she still didn't get out of her surprise when she met the man in her dream... Kevin Davis looked at the reports in her hand and asked, "Is this child mine?" However, Rose didn't answer but asked... "Was that night not a dream?" Kevin was angry because it was his first time and she thinks it was a dream... Kevin forced her to marry him however, Rose didn't want it... She wanted to abort the child but he didn't let her... In the end... Rose agreed to marry him... She looked at Kevin's blue eyes and said, "I will marry you, however, I had two conditions..." "First, after marriage, you can't control my freedom, I still had the right to do whatever I want. Don't worry I won't harm the child." "Second, if I ever found out that you had cheated behind my back then I will leave with my child and you can't stop me..." Both of them got married... However, after she falls in love with him... She found there are hidden secrets in his past...
Yelena discovered that she wasn't her parents' biological child. After seeing through their ploy to trade her as a pawn in a business deal, she was sent away to her barren birthplace. There, she stumbled upon her true origins—a lineage of historic opulence. Her real family showered her with love and adoration. In the face of her so-called sister's envy, Yelena conquered every adversity and took her revenge, all while showcasing her talents. She soon caught the attention of the city's most eligible bachelor. He cornered Yelena and pinned her against the wall. “It's time to reveal your true identity, darling.”
"I heard you're going to marry Marcelo. Is this perhaps your revenge against me? It's very laughable, Renee. That man can barely function." Her foster family, her cheating ex, everyone thought Renee was going to live in pure hell after getting married to a disabled and cruel man. She didn't know if anything good would ever come out of it after all, she had always thought it would be hard for anyone to love her but this cruel man with dark secrets is never going to grant her a divorce because she makes him forget how to breathe.
In her previous life, Kimberly endured the betrayal of her husband, the cruel machinations of an evil woman, and the endless tyranny of her in-laws. It culminated in the bankruptcy of her family, and ultimately, her death. After being reborn, she resolved to seek retribution against those who had wronged her, and ensure her family's prosperity. To her shock, the most unattainable man from her past suddenly set his sights on her. "You may have overlooked me before, but I shall capture your heart this time around."