Khloe’s ex-fiance, Eric, was a member of the Watson family, which had ascended from obscurity to supremacy solely thanks to Henrik.
By blood, Eric was Henrik’s nephew.
So, if her marriage to Eric had gone through, Henrik would have been her husband’s uncle.
Khloe’s stepsister, Sloane, had maneuvered her into offering herself to Karl Russell.
Though Karl held sway in the city, he was nothing compared to Henrik’s underworld might. It was like comparing a lion to a mouse.
As the thought struck her, hope flickered within Khloe.
If she could gain Henrik’s support, she might escape her forced sacrifice, and her mother could be saved.
Steadying her breath, she asked tentatively, “Since I just helped you, could I ask you a favor?”
Henrik’s gaze sharpened, his eyes gleaming with intrigue.
It was the first time a woman had faced him with such poise, especially after witnessing him kill so many people. Interest piqued, Henrik strode towards Khloe with an almost lazy confidence, each step measured and unhurried. His sculpted fingers pinched her chin, lifting it so she was looking right at him.
He held her gaze as he studied her, a trace of amusement in his eyes.
His voice, low and rich, sent a chill through the air. “Do you have any idea who you’re talking to? Aren’t you afraid I’ll kill you?”
A shiver raced through Khloe’s heart.
His presence was overwhelming, like a storm cloud closing in, suffocating in its intensity.
He was dangerous-merely speaking to him was like playing with fire.
But she had nowhere else to turn; Henrik was her only chance.
“I have a Ph.D. in chemistry and medicine, along with patents-highly profitable ones. If you help me, I can make you money,” she said, her voice steady but with a glint of desperation.
Henrik shook his head, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “Money?” he murmured, his fingers brushing her cheek. “Do I look like I lack money?”
The scent of blood clung faintly to his skin, chilling her even as he remained outwardly gentle. Khloe’s guard went up instinctively, her body tensing beneath his touch.
“What do you want?” she ventured cautiously. “If it’s within my power, I’m willing to exchange anything.”
A spark flickered in Henrik’s dark eyes, something enigmatic and unreadable.
He let his gaze drift over her as if considering her offer. “Anything, you say?”
All of a sudden, he let out a chilling laugh. “Then I want this.”
In one swift motion, he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close.
And there, before all his men, he kissed her.
The kiss came unexpectedly.
Khloe was caught off guard, unable to respond in time. Henrik’s subordinates stood frozen, their eyes wide with disbelief.
They had all worked for him for years, and never once had they seen him so close with a woman.
Henrik had always been the type to keep his distance from women. In the past, women who approached him either ended up as fish food or were sent to toil in the mines at his orders.
What kind of spell had this woman cast?
How was it that she managed to make Henrik abandon all his usual rules, and all on their very first meeting?
As the crowd remained stunned and puzzled, Khloe’s thoughts swirled in chaos, making it impossible to think straight.
Henrik’s kiss was overwhelming, like a storm crashing down on her, leaving her breathless and dizzy.
She found herself trapped in his arms, held so tightly it felt as though she were a flower caught in a violent storm. Yet she was anything but fragile.
Once the shock wore off, a surge of anger rose within her. For years, she had endured humiliation, her fall from grace plunging her into the darkest depths. But giving up was never an option; she had always been plotting her revenge. It was only natural that she refused to yield.
Without hesitation, she wrapped her arms around his neck and returned the kiss with equal ferocity.
After all, what harm could a kiss do?
And the man was both devastatingly handsome and of high standing.
She would not suffer any losses.
She skillfully fought back with her tongue, refusing to let him dominate her entirely.
Instead of pulling back, she met his intensity head-on, taking the lead.
What began as a one-sided kiss quickly transformed into a fierce exchange, each of them vying for control, pushing and pulling in a heated battle for dominance.
The kiss was fierce and all-consuming, each second more passionate than the last, until they were both gasping for air.
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