Global Towers: Starting With The SSS-Rank Talent, God-Tier Extraction - Chapter 962 - Already Dead. Don’t Think About It

“Do you wish to know what will happen if I drink from your thighs?”Salviana drew in a sharp breath before she whispered, “I might die?”“No, It is I who will die if I don't,” he met her eyes with a lustful hungry gaze, “Spread your legs for me, Fiery-wife”And that she did...~~~{─────────────────~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~}──Fiery is married to the demon everybody feared would destroy them someday. He is the greenest reddest flag but now she only sees white. A canvas to paint their love however she deemed righteous.~~~{─────────────────~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~}──The Dark Prince, the third prince, is no stranger to the fear and hatred surrounding him. Cold, distant, and possessing a gaze as dark as midnight, he is known throughout the kingdom as the demon prince. But the truth hidden beneath his pale skin is far more dangerous—he is a vampire, living among a royal family that barely tolerates his existence.Salviana, a divine lady of myth, never asked to be married to such a man. Forced into the union, she is thrust into a life where every corner holds a secret and every glance feels like a challenge. Though her husband’s cold touch sends shivers down her spine, Salviana finds herself drawn into his world of shadows and intrigue, struggling to understand the depths of his darkness.With royal enemies watching their every move and Salviana’s own hidden powers slowly awakening, the bond between her and Alaric grows more complicated.Can she survive the dangerous world of court politics, where even her husband may not be fully trusted? Or will the weight of the secrets they keep tear them apart before they can discover the truth about each other?Caught between fear and desire, Salviana can’t help but wonder: Will she uncover the man behind the darkness, or will the shadows consume them both?Married to Darkness is a seductive, tension-filled journey into the unknown, where love and power clash in a dangerous dance that could lead to either salvation or destruction.

After a surprise call about divorce, she finds herself in a whirlwind of emotions with her estranged husband.Caught between her father's illness and the her husband's family's expectations, she faced a decision to part ways with her aloof husband.~~~~~Three years of marriage, her husband never came home.But she's happy with it - because she secretly worked as his private chef.During the day, she receives a high monthly salary from him, manipulated and at his beck and call.At night, she's his little wife alone in an empty room every night, enjoying his luxurious seaside villa.Brimming with money and leisure yet her husband never came home, she was extremely content with her life.Until he caught her and pushed her against the bed, “Mrs, you've had your fun, isn't it my turn now?”

Evelyn Walters was the perfect heiress, until one reckless night with her father’s greatest enemy ruined everything.Pregnant, disgraced, and cast out of the Walters family, she left with nothing but her unborn child.Years later, she's survived. But as a single mother, the life she built was fragile until the man from her past discovered the truth.Now he wants her and his son.But how can Evelyn trust the father of her child... when he's also the enemy of the man who raised her?****Excerpt:“B-Boss... the woman you slept with that night... she wasn't the supermodel the company just signed,” Dylan stammered, his voice trembling.Axel's brow furrowed even further. He tried digging through the hazy, alcohol-soaked memories of that night. Of course, he remembered the party.He remembered the whiskey.But the woman?Nope. His brain served up a blank slate.“Who was she?”Dylan swallowed. “The first daughter of William Walters.”“Cough! Cough!”Axel coughed violently, his face turning red and eyes wide with shock. He never thought that woman would end up in his bed. ---Curiosity won, as always.Evelyn grabbed the remote and hit the power button.The screen lit up, and her jaw dropped. Her eyes went wide, as if the Grim Reaper himself had just stepped out of the TV to ask for her phone number.“What the…? Why does my personal source of misery pop up the second I turn this thing on?”Because there he was, Axel Knight, gliding out of his luxury car like some corporate deity on his way to a business banquet.Evelyn scrambled for the remote to turn it off, but of course, fate had other plans.Axel turned to the camera and gave a casual wave, acknowledging the paparazzi vultures lined up outside.She hated to admit it, but the man looked sinfully good in his signature black suit and high turtleneck, his sleek black hair framing a face that could stop traffic and quite possibly her breathing.Then, suddenly, her stomach clenched. Her hand instinctively rubbed her flat belly.“Little tenant, did you just say you recognize him?”