Love Is Like an Abyss1
My sister, Grace Hunt, died on the operating table, and I lost the last family member of mine.
She was covered in wounds, died with her eyes open and filled with deep despair and pain.
However, the murderer was still teasing her at a banquet, "The lady of a noble family is much more interesting than ordinary women."
Five years later, I willingly became William Thompson, the most powerful man in his city, the most obedient and favorite socialite.
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"Did he leave any marks on you?"
Caressing my fair face, William scratched through my neck and finally circled the bite mark on my collarbone with his fingers.
It was hard to probe his thoughts, yet his eyes gave away a subtle hint of jealousy.
When I noticed this emotion in William's eyes that shouldn't have appeared, I knew that my plan was about to succeed.
Meanwhile, I found his reaction hilarious since he sent me to serve that man in person last night.
Seeing me sitting on his lap, he lowered his eyes and didn't say anything. I didn't know what he was pondering.
He seemed somewhat discontented and slowly gripped my heck while staring at my face, seeing what I would do to the life threat.