Falling For Her Target Vampire Mafia Boss
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Virgin Donor: Fifty Million Dollars.
I stared at the contract, my breath hitching as the numbers blurred before my eyes. Fifty million—for my virginity, my blood, my body.
I had no choice. To hunt down my father’s killer, I needed power. And Vampria Corp was the only door left open to me.
I signed away my freedom without ever seeing the monster who bought me.
That night, I was delivered to a pitch-black mansion, dressed in nothing but a thin hospital gown. Waiting for me was Thane—Vampire War Lord, executioner, legend. Beautiful. Merciless. His crimson eyes burned through the darkness.
“Strip.”
I thought I had misheard—until he repeated it.
Naked and trembling beneath his gaze, I realized I wasn’t a guest. I was property.
He didn’t touch me at first. He watched. Judged. Then, in a blink, I was pinned to the wall, his hand at my throat, his voice cold and cruel.
“When a slave begs,” he murmured, “it does so on all fours.”
I believed I had sold myself to be fed upon.
I was wrong.
Because my rare Ruby blood didn’t just tempt him—it awakened something savage inside a vampire who had slept for four hundred years.
And once the beast awoke, neither of us could escape what followed.
Virgin Donor: Fifty Million Dollars.
I stared at the contract, my breath hitching as the numbers blurred before my eyes. Fifty million—for my virginity, my blood, my body.
I had no choice. To hunt down my father’s killer, I needed power. And Vampria Corp was the only door left open to me.
I signed away my freedom without ever seeing the monster who bought me.
That night, I was delivered to a pitch-black mansion, dressed in nothing but a thin hospital gown. Waiting for me was Thane—Vampire War Lord, executioner, legend. Beautiful. Merciless. His crimson eyes burned through the darkness.
“Strip.”
I thought I had misheard—until he repeated it.
Naked and trembling beneath his gaze, I realized I wasn’t a guest. I was property.
He didn’t touch me at first. He watched. Judged. Then, in a blink, I was pinned to the wall, his hand at my throat, his voice cold and cruel.
“When a slave begs,” he murmured, “it does so on all fours.”
I believed I had sold myself to be fed upon.
I was wrong.
Because my rare Ruby blood didn’t just tempt him—it awakened something savage inside a vampire who had slept for four hundred years.
And once the beast awoke, neither of us could escape what followed.