But there was also something about him that felt oddly familiar – exactly like what Jude was feeling about her.
Why?
In my whole life, no one but the Jensons has ever made me feel like this.
“Who are you?”
Tilda kept her voice steady.
Jude stepped forward out of the dark.
First thing she saw – polished leather shoes. Then long legs in sharp, tailored pants.
He wore no jacket, just a neat blue shirt.
The blue and black set off his face perfectly – so refined and artistic, no words could really describe him.
His looks went beyond anything you could find in a dictionary.
Tilda thought he might be the most handsome, most noble man she’d ever laid eyes on.
He was dignified. Distant. Proud.
Even she was caught off guard.
“Jude Bell.”
He gave his name without hesitation.
“You’re Jude Bell?!”
Everyone in Slosa knew that name and what it meant.
He was the CEO of DY Group, the youngest head of the Bells.
He ran the whole company and doubled profits every year!
He’d even made Forbes’ global list – the youngest CEO ever to do it.
Most men on that list were in their 60s or older.
Tilda had heard the rumors.
He had cold, ruthless methods, but he always covered his tracks so well that no one could trace them. Cross him, and you’d suffer worse than death.
She didn’t doubt it for a second.
A man with this kind of chilling nobility was someone even she had to be careful with.
If this is the legendary Jude, everything makes sense.
But … why would someone this dangerous be here?
“The one watching you from the fourth floor of Nightshade Bar – that was me. I’m guessing you noticed.”
Seeing her look puzzled, Jude explained casually.
“I see … “
No wonder that stare set off all my alarms.
“Why would a big shot like you follow me? You’re not like those creeps, are you?”
Tilda started to take a step back, eyes searching for a way out.
Giving up wasn’t in her plan for this second life.
But this man was way too dangerous.
Sometimes the smartest move was to run.
She had no clue what Jude’s real motive was.
“Are you an Omega-type?”
His question froze her in place.
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“Yes, you do. And you just gave yourself away. You’re an Omega-type.
“And so am I. You should’ve caught my scent by now.”
Caught, Tilda didn’t bother to deny it.
Someone like Jude could dig up her past without even trying.
“So? Mr. Bell, what do you want?”
“I want to sign a contract with you. I want you to sleep with me.”
Her eyebrow twitched.
What he said … it sounds almost exactly like the job Andy told me about.
Could this be the guy posting contracts looking for Omega-types on the dark web?
“That’s pretty sudden. I’ll think about it.”
Sure, Jude was her type – handsome, noble, powerful – but the most beautiful flowers usually had the sharpest thorns.
In this new life, she wanted freedom. Peace. Time with people she trusted. No chains.
Dating was fine. But men like Jude?
That was flirting with death.
She would rather stay away from him.
“Leave me your contact,” Jude said again.
He was straight to the point.
Tilda didn’t answer right away.
“Phone number.”
He repeated it, as if he thought she didn’t understand. He was slow and patient in a way he rarely was with anyone.
It was like he’d marked her from the start.
Her scent hooked him – maybe because of their shared blood type, or maybe because they were too alike.
Maybe they both had cold, proud hearts locked up in ice.
“Alright.”
She gave him her number.
Not because she wanted to, but because Jude would find it anyway.
She figured there was no point in fighting over something she’d lose.
He checked her WhatsApp.
Name – Tilda.
Profile pic – Crayon Shin-chan’s family of five.
Meanwhile, his own profile name was just a single dot. Picture – solid black.
“Got it. If that’s all, I’ll go.
“As for your … offer, I’ll think about it. Give me some time.”
Right now, she just needed to get away from him.
“Wait.”
Jude spoke again.
“Yes, Mr. Bell?”
“Your name.”
He looked straight at her. “I still don’t know your name.”
“Tilda Jenson. May I go now?”
“Sure.”
He actually let her leave without a fight.
Tilda didn’t stick around – she got out fast.
Jude stayed where he was.
The men on the ground were still groaning.
Tilda had been brutal.
They rolled in pain, bones aching like they were crushed, too out of it to even hear the talk between her and Jude.
Now, standing before them, was the one man they never wanted to see – Slosa’s king of the night.
A black-clad, sharp-eyed man approached Jude. “Mr. Bell.”
Jude’s voice was calm. “Get rid of them. I don’t want to see them in this world again.”
He said it like he was talking about the weather, not life and death.
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