Lost In Forbidden Love

The hilltop villa known as The Halls Mansion. It was peaceful, late at night, and there was a lot of snow outside right now. Rebecca Brown had heard this exquisite, luscious voice before, full of enthusiasm and charm. In this wide and profound estate, the sound of a woman's moans echoed clearly and abruptly, conveying both pleasure and pain. Remarkably, Rebecca was only a wall away. Glancing at the alarm clock on the nightstand, she reached out and turned on the lamp by the bed. Three of the clock in the morning had arrived. She scoffed. The endurance was astounding, as there was not a single break for several hours. She was dozing off, but there was so much noise that it did not seem like she would sleep this evening. She pulled back the blankets, revealing the cashmere carpet beneath her gorgeous and delicate feet. The heater was keeping the interior warm. She did not feel cold, even though it was the season of heavy snowfall. But for some reason, a shiver ran through her torso, reaching her limbs. She wrapped a silk long sleeve robe loosely about her waist and put it on. Her plan was to head downstairs and get a drink of water. The room's heater was running nonstop, and the dry air made her thirsty. She happened to run into a seductive woman with very little cloth on her body as soon as she opened the door. When they finally met, they both froze for a second. The woman looked down at Rebecca with contemptuous high heels, as she yawned languidly, looking worn out and exhausted. She swaggered off, giving Rebecca a frigid, mocking snort as she went past. Charles Hall was standing behind her, slouching languidly against the door with his arms and long legs crossed. His pyjamas were a little too baggy, and the belt around his waist hung loose. It was alluring and sensual, with a satisfied expression, revealing a sizable portion of tanned flesh. His eyes gleamed with derision and had a menacing, diabolical appearance. His lips curved thin, and his distinct voice sounded as though it was coming from a far-off valley. "I apologise if I upset you. It appears that I did." At this, Rebecca's hands, which were hanging at the side of her robe, slightly cinched her sleeves. "No, I hope you had a wonderful time," she mustered a careless smile to mask her embarrassment. She spoke, then turned to go down the steps as fast as she could, as if a ferocious beast or a flood were pursuing her. Enjoying yourself? Charles considered these comments icily. Every night over the next week, Charles would bring new women back, just like he used to, till late at night or early in the morning. And it was during this week that Rebecca came to understand what it meant to be in a challenging circumstance. She could not help but want to yell at the mere notion of Charles having close relationships with other women. But as time passed, she instead grew serene. She naturally could not sleep after listening to the "passionate symphony" every day, but she curiously noticed some indications. Maybe her calmness annoyed Charles. She knew why, too. Charles desired for her to endure pain and witness her misery. At that point, he would be content; on the other hand, he would be irritated and angry. "Wow, you have such incredible self-control." He violated etiquette, seeing off another attractive woman before stealthily entering her bedroom, opening the door without letting her in, trapping her under him, and questioning her in a detached manner. She had gotten a bad cold from the recent frigid weather and lack of sleep. Despite taking cold medication and going to bed early, she never anticipated him barging into her room. She looked shocked and tired, her young face full of dread. Little flames flared in her brilliant eyes. "Are you...mad as hell? You creep up on me in the middle of the night. What sort of manners is that? You ought to address me as "mother," as I am the family's senior member." Her voice was raspy and hard to understand, and her throat hurt and was dry, but it did not cover either her wrath or the control she was trying to maintain. Rebecca could not see his face clearly in the blackness of the night, but she could definitely feel the overwhelming hatred and rage radiating from him. "Are you even worthy of it? You are a cunning b h who thinks you have some skills and wants to brag in front of me." He spoke through gritted teeth, then reached out to seize her shoulder, ripped her pyjamas apart, and used all of his strength to bite down hard on her pale collarbone. Had he been a tad more vicious, he would have taken a direct bite to her neck. Rebecca wanted so badly to scream and fight back, but all she could do was bite her lip and put up with his vicious actions in silence. Charles eventually let go of her, licked the bloodstain at the corner of his lips, and walked away grinning contentedly after sensing the scent of blood. It appeared as though a vampire had consumed new blood over the night and felt content.