PROLOGUE
She was so exhausted from running that she couldn't help but stop at the cliff's edge to catch her breath. The only place she could think of to flee after being pursued for three days with nowhere to go was here.
In her hour of need, she had summoned that man, the man she had been engaged to since she was a child, the man she had given her heart to, to come and rescue her from this nightmare.
She would not have dared to tell him about her whereabouts if she had known she had been duped by this man and his so-called family. Because of her stupid mistake, she watched nervously and fearfully as he approached her with a snarl on his face.
She never imagined a day like this would come. She had nowhere else to run, she had exhausted all options, and the only thing that awaited her was death.
"You should be aware that your presence is a hindrance to everything for which I have tirelessly worked. So, dear, I am deeply sorry that this is the end," the man said coldly as he pulled the trigger.
The only sound was that of the gunshot that pierced right through the girl's chest. The shot had such an impact that the young girl staggered and fell right off the cliff.
Her face was plastered with a smile, blood trickled down her lips, and her chest was oozing with blood. This was the end, and she was aware of it. She should have suspected it from the start because, despite the fact that she was spoiled, they never spent time with her.
She endured every time they drew blood from her because she wanted to make her family happy. Even when she couldn't recall her childhood, she never asked for anything but hoped for a better future.
If she had suspected and demanded answers, this would have been a painless death. This death proved the one thing she had been refusing to admit since the day she discovered the dark secret her family had been keeping for more than a decade. She was simply their child's clone, and it hurt like hell.
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THREE YEARS LATER
The room was a little dark, and the only source of light in the room was the light emitted by the moon. If one looked at the time, it was around two a.m., and yet two bodies were intertwined with no space between them on that massive platform.
The female's moans and cries were so seductive that one would think a succubus had visited the man of the house at night. The man was so taken with the woman beneath him that he went out of his way to work extra hard so that he could hear more of her cries and lick her tears.
How did it get to this point? The young woman questioned herself as she acted like a starved nymph and a raging animal. It wasn't that she disliked what was going on; she actually enjoyed it and wanted more, but she never imagined that her first time would be taken by her boss while he was high and not sober.
What if, when he wakes up the next day, he tells her to pack her belongings and leave? She had nowhere to go, she had worked hard just to get this job, and now it was all going to be over because some lunatic gave her boss some aphrodisiac while he was out?
But remembering how energetic this man was in bed made her forgive him for everything. What if he imposed himself on her? This man had made her experience the ecstasy of intimacy. He was a great lover, and her face flushed red just thinking about how many times he had made her orgasm in the four hours they had begun copulating. The man would be surprised if he saw her flushed face.
Vanity, who had been through so much, decided to just ride the wave and enjoy the moment while it lasted. Being taken by such a beast will undoubtedly cause her to raise her standards if she ever considers being with another man again.
With such a free meal from the sky, she might as well throw her job out the window. She'd saved so much money in the previous three months.
Chandler felt relieved as he noticed the changes on this succubus's face. She was easy to read, but he knew she was hiding a lot of secrets. Who, on the other hand, didn't have any?
He decided to show no mercy because she was willing to keep the show going. He was certain that whoever had the audacity to give him such a powerful drug would be rewarded handsomely.
He watched as Vanity wrapped her long legs around his waist and, taking that as another invitation, pounced on her like a madman. For someone who had complete control over himself to lose control like this, he couldn't blame the dug alone, but also this girl beneath him.
Everything about her body screamed to be taken, and the bites he could see even in the dark demonstrated how insane he wanted her. He hadn't bothered to stop even after being with her for hours. Chandler desired to be buried within the walls of this woman for the first time in his life. Those walls keep sucking him in, trapping him so he can continue to ravage her mercilessly.
He simply desired to see her die with him deep within her. Even after this whole ordeal was over, he was not going to let her go.
Chandler took one of those legs and slung it over his shoulder as he continued to ram into her. He leaped down on her and kissed her passionately after seeing those fluttering eyes with tears in them.
She didn't have much experience, but after so much intimacy, she was getting there. For someone so lovely to have gone unnoticed made him feel so possessive of her. She was his, and no one could take her away from him.
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Vanity awoke with such a sore body that she cursed that beastly man in her mind over and over. When she opened her eyes, she realized she was still dressed in Chandler's shirt and in his bed. The room was still scented with their lovemaking, and she found herself blushing as she remembered what had happened between the two until dawn.
How could a man have the stamina to torture her for hours on end? If this is how that man reacts whenever they are drugged, she feels compelled to seize all the drugs, burn them, and possibly keep a number for herself for future use.
Even though her body was in excruciating pain, she would never die from it. No one else can kill her unless she wants to. After struggling to get out of bed, she took a look around the master bedroom, which she was only used to cleaning. It took her seconds, but she began to panic; the clock on the wall indicated that it was around noon, implying that she had overslept, and he had allowed her to do so.
She shook her head and went to the restroom first. She was speechless when she saw herself. How was she supposed to go to her own room when her entire body was covered in hickeys? How could he be so callous as to do this to her?
Vanity yanked off the shirt that had been covering her body and exclaimed once more. It was as if he had tattooed her, he didn't even spare her most intimate parts. This completely embarrassed her, but she had no choice but to put up with it and perhaps pretend it didn't happen.
She was so engrossed in her predicament that her long-distance hearing abilities failed her. She didn't even realize someone had joined her in the bedroom until another shadow appeared in the mirror.
"You scared the living daylights out of me!" Vanity couldn't help but shout, oblivious to the fact that her naked body was on display.
"I had no idea my employee had such a nasty mouth until you were busy talking dirty and begging me to give it to you. Do you like to talk like that, love?" Chandler spoke in a sluggish tone as he approached her.
When she heard this, Vanity panicked and face up the man, who was wearing an evil smile on his face. She'd seen a lot of cruel people in her life, but this man had to be at the top of the list.
Will he spare her now that she has said such things to him? Will he murder and dispose of her in order to silence her about what happened between them?
"I... this..." Vanity couldn't think of anything to say and just stared at the beast in front of her. Simply looking at him made her body tingle, and she could feel her nether regions itching for his touch once more.
