For him, killing was as easy as stepping on an ant.
He was used to it anyway.
“Yes, sir.”
“Mr. Bell, that young lady … Is she really an Omega-type?”
Jude’s cold glance cut like a knife. “You heard that, Vassal?”
That look made Vassal Bell break into a sweat and drop to his knees.
“Sorry, Mr. Bell. I didn’t mean to.”
Vassal wasn’t just a name.
He had passed countless tests to become Jude’s bodyguard.
More than that, Jude had saved his life.
Without Jude, Vassal wouldn’t be here.
His name meant one thing – Jude’s loyal servant.
And he’d give his life for him anytime.
But even so, under Jude’s pressure, he could only kneel in fear.
Jude was a dark king – commanding without even trying.
“Forget it.”
Jude let him off without punishment.
But that only made Vassal’s heart pound harder.
This isn’t a good sign.
With Jude, mercy was more dangerous than anger.
“She’ll come to me sooner or later,” Jude said quietly.
Omega-types had gifts no normal person could match, but they also paid for it with endless nightmares.
Jude was cold and merciless, killing without hesitation.
But for those he marked, he showed a strange kind of gentleman’s grace.
His eyes gleamed with obsession and possession.
Sooner or later, Tilda will sign that contract willingly to sleep with the devil.
“After you’re done with them, find out everything about Tilda,” Jude ordered Vassal.
“Yes, sir!”
…
Tilda hurried back to her apartment as fast as she could.
Once inside, she grabbed her laptop, set it on the table, and got to work right away.
Two hours later, she finally shut it.
She glanced at the wall clock – it was already past midnight.
She stood, went to the kitchen, and poured herself some water.
Her cover story had to be solid, especially against someone like Jude.
A second-year computer science student at Orica University, and the supposed rightful heir of the Jensons … At least this fake ID couldn’t be cracked easily.
That was her lifeline – her anchor.
With all that prepped, she hoped she could hold out.
“I hope there won’t be any nightmares tonight,” she muttered.
Surprisingly, she actually slept well.
When she woke up, she felt fresh and clear-headed.
No nightmares. I actually feel good … How long has it been since I felt like this?
She pressed her lips together.
Was it because of Jude yesterday? Because of his scent?
Could being near another Omega really have some weird effect?
Shaking the thought away, she grabbed her phone and opened WhatsApp.
There was a message from Una.
And … Jude.
On impulse, she opened Jude’s first.
“Thanks to you, I slept well last night.”
Her heart skipped.
Could being close to Jude really stop the nightmares?
Now she felt nervous.
She had planned to keep far away from someone as dangerous as him.
But if he helped her sleep peacefully … and their goals lined up … She typed back, “I’ll seriously consider your offer.”
No one liked nightmares.
But signing a deal to sleep beside Jude was like dancing on a knife’s edge with the devil.
Almost right away, Jude replied, “I’ll wait.”
She didn’t read the text.
Thinking too much would only mess her up.
She shook her head and opened Una’s message.
“No classes today. Wanna go somewhere? I’ll come with you!”
A small smile tugged at Tilda’s lips.
“Okay, come here.”
She sent Una the location of a Porsche dealership.
After getting ready, she headed out.
She caught a cab and met Una soon after.
Una wore a sunhat, a flowy white dress, and sandals. A bell bracelet jingled on her wrist as she walked, making her look extra cute.
“Tilda!”
Una smiled brightly as she came closer.
“Sorry for making you wait.”
Una gave her a once-over, then grinned. “Tilda, you look gorgeous!”
She wore jeans, open-toe heels, and a thin black jacket over a white top.
Her fair skin was smooth and flawless, her delicate face almost unreal. Sharp brows gave her a strong, striking beauty – like she could outshine most men.
When she smiled, her eyes sparkled – proud and free.
Tilda pinched Una’s cheek. “Don’t butter me up or I’ll get cocky.”
I’m not buttering you up. It’s true. You’ve changed a lot, and honestly, I think you’re even better now.
Una’s words were sincere.
Tilda felt lighter, like a weight was gone.
“Yeah, this feels right. Let’s go. Once I get my car, I’ll take you for a spin.”
“Get your car?”
Before Una could ask more, Tilda pulled her into the dealership.
The staff already had the contract ready. Tilda signed without a second thought.
Una stood nearby, listening as Tilda handled the process. Only when she saw the logo did she realize – Tilda was buying a white Porsche Cayenne! She couldn’t hide her shock.
“Tilda, you’re buying a Porsche?! That’s amazing!”
To the Colons, a Cayenne wasn’t much.
But Tilda was only a sophomore, and she bought it with her own money.
Una knew she had crazy-good computer skills – the professors always praised her.
She’d been quietly making money online for a while now.
“Where to? I’ll drive.”
But before Tilda could get the words out, the dealership doors opened.
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