What is it like to make a deal with the devil? Death? Or a fate worse than death?
The scary thing is, you might not even be granted either of those, even if you wished for them.
A single glance could paralyze you, like a honeyed lure, and if you're not careful and fall into the trap, you'll die instantly.
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In the opulent suite, everything was brand new, exuding the scent of money.
Jiang Ya slowly opened her eyes, her gaze like bright stars twinkling across the night sky, yet chilling to the bone.
She faced the man before her, seeing only murderous intent in his eyes, as if he hated that he couldn't kill her instantly.
A large hand quickly pressed against her slender, white neck, a single hand completely encompassing her delicate throat.
The grip tightened, and in his dark, murky pupils gleamed arrogance, and even more so, contempt.
He spoke, his voice like an echo from hell, utterly cold.
"Using me? Perhaps you no longer value your life."
Her throat was squeezed tight, her expression twisting. She wanted to speak but couldn't, finally managing a sarcastic, choked laugh.
The man watched her face gradually turn purple, and something made him release his grip.
As soon as Jiang Ya was released, her lungs quickly took in gulps of air, and she gasped for breath.
Bathed in the faint moonlight filtering through the window, her face regained its color. She curved her alluring lips, her exquisite beauty captivating to the point of enchantment.
"Young Master Wen, how can you claim I'm taking advantage of you? You use my body, and I borrow your power. That way, both of us benefit."
How could he say she was using him?
She was merely borrowing his power.
She smiled, her full red lips incessantly provoking the man before her.
Death, she had considered it.
If he were to kill her, let alone go to jail, even the police wouldn't dare touch him.
The moment she came into contact with him, her fate was already in his hands.
Between them, it was merely physical contact.
The more satisfied he was with her, the more she pushed her advantage.
When the time was ripe, everything would end!
Four years. She had waited a long time for this day.
The man before her, the tyrannical magnate of the Wen Corporation, was brutal, arrogant, and decisive.
No one knew the extent of his fortune; they only knew that if it were to be quantified, it would surely be in astronomical figures.
Besides that, he was involved in the underworld's arms trade, and his connections with the underworld boss Chu Yi, the head of the underworld, were excellent.
To him, women were merely toys, used and then discarded.
Yet she was truly fortunate to catch his attention, even becoming his bed-toy for a full four years.
Her slender fingers reached towards his face, but his hand quickly seized hers. Neither held any warmth, only coldness.
He squeezed her hand tightly.
"If it's a transaction, then fulfill your duty tonight. After that, get out of my sight."
Did she hear wrong? He was actually letting her go.
With one hand, he hooked the strap of her dress, revealing her exquisitely beautiful, porcelain-white collarbone.
His lips lowered to bite, tearing and devouring, his mouth filled with her sweet taste.
His rough hand slipped beneath her delicate dress. The moment it touched her warm, smooth skin, his eyes grew clouded. It couldn't be denied, her body never ceased to drive him wild with desire.
This time, his movements were anything but gentle, a brutal invasion, stealing every breath from her, as if to punish her, as if to engrave her deep into his very marrow.
For someone like him, no one had ever dared to take advantage of him, let alone open their mouth to propose a deal.
And yet, he himself had been led by the nose by this woman.
Deep down, the man let out a slight, self-mocking laugh; he had truly let his guard down too much.
Looking at the woman's face beneath him, exquisitely beautiful in a strange way, he both wanted to kill her and wanted to teach her a proper lesson.
In the instant he entered, warmth intertwined, and they became one, falling into a profound entanglement, into a trap neither of them had foreseen.
Outside, thick snow fell in continuous flurries.
Tonight was the last night of winter.
Tomorrow, new life would begin, a new year would start anew.
A single snowflake clung to the window frame.
Pure, strangely beautiful, it was bathed in the pale yellow moonlight, faintly reflecting on the glass the two bodies, picturesque yet somewhat hazy.