Deep love: insatiable lover

It was a gesture on his part, nothing more.

Eating Hotpot needs the crowd, and with Lucas, who has an innate talent for keeping mouths open, the dinner was a blast.

If Matthew hadn’t brought Luke out at the right time, Dylan would have been unable to bear the thought of sewing Luke’s mouth shut, much to Vanessa’s surprise.

It turns out that Dylan is like that with his own friends in private.

-Is it better now that the noisy people have gone?

-It’s OK, Mr. Lucas is funny, I don’t find him noisy.

Vanessa didn’t know if he was deliberately trying to get back at Dylan, so she gave him this answer.

-Honey, are you being honest?

-I’m going to take a shower, I smell like Hotpot and I’m not comfortable.

-Do you want to come?

-It is not necessary.

Vanessa coldly refused, and Dylan didn’t press, smiling as he got up and headed for the bathroom.

In the dark, dank and dilapidated house, a figure huddles in a corner, her long hair cascading down to cover her face. In the dull light, her clasped hands are faintly visible, as is the gauze wrapped around her face.

Not far in front of her, a piece of dry, hard, mouldy bread fell.

-Ho ho ho ho …

The man in the corner let out a hiss of anger and despair that sounded terrifying. It was a long time before the huddled figure slowly sat up. He looked down at his hands, his eyes confused and filled with rancour.

-Why?

He made a harsh sound that sounded particularly hoarse, as if sharpening rough sandpaper.

It was Melina who escaped.

After suffering at the hands of Bureau X, he managed to find a way to escape and had remained in this degraded place ever since. It was the most chaotic slum in Pacifica City and was home to people from all walks of life.

Melina was afraid to go outside and struggled to get by on the food and drink she had brought on the first day of the escape.

She was not prepared to live in the dark like a rat in the gutter, but it was the only thing she could do now.

Everyone is doing very well, so why should they?

Why did she have to end up in such a miserable state? Why?

Melina’s eyes twisted with distortion as she paced anxiously around the small room. It wasn’t until she had had enough that she calmed down again. At that moment, there was a loud noise next door.

A drunken voice, full of indignation and intolerance, could be heard through the thin walls, muttering curses.

-It’s obvious that I have great material that can make me a fortune if I put it out there, so why am I not allowed to publish it? It stops my fortune in its tracks, and I have no choice but to hide in a shitty place like this.

It was the complaint of a drunk, and Melina was impatient to listen.

She took a few steps towards the narrow bed and sat down.

The sounds continued.

-That’s … is a picture of the president of the SJ Group with his mistress. Hey hey, a guy with his nephew’s wife, what shocking news.

“Isn’t he the president of the SJ Group, Dylan?”

Melina sat up immediately, her ecstasy so great that she could hardly contain her fall. She was trembling with excitement and couldn’t wait to appear next door to find the drunk and ask about him.

“Is it true what he said about Dylan and Vanessa hooking up?”

“That’s disgusting. How is it that Vanessa is nobler than me to fuck her husband’s uncle? How is it that she is as humble as she is, and yet she is the president of the Cazalla Group and is loved by Orlando?”

“If Orlando knew that Vanessa had been with Dylan for a long time, he would be so disgusted that he wouldn’t be able to love her. Yeah, he’d have to find a way to get it all out in the open.”

“My whole life was ruined anyway, and there was no way to turn it around again. In that case, it has dragged Vanessa down with it, making me infamous and universally reviled.”

“If it’s not good for me, it won’t be good for Vanessa.”

The man next to her was still muttering discontentedly, and Melina tried to calm the ecstasy in her heart.Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

He reached out his hand and tapped timidly on the wall.

Knock, knock, knock!

Hearing this, the drunk shouted impatiently:

-Damn it, what are you calling for? Can’t you sleep anymore? If you strike again and I’ll kill you.

You said you had intimate photos of the SJ Group president with his nephew’s daughter-in-law, is that true?

There was silence for a few minutes before Melina heard a response as she worried anxiously that things had changed.

-What do you care if I have the photo in my hand? The same people who live in this shit, can they still get paid for buying the photos?

-I can.

That’s right, he really does have a picture of Dylan with that bitch Vanessa in his possession.

-Why should I believe you?

-I can pay you a deposit, as long as the photo you have is genuine.

Apparently, hearing the urgency in Melina’s tone, the other party merely flattered her.

-Okay, give me 100, 000 for one picture! I have seven photos here in total, you give me seven hundred thousand.

-I’ll give you a million euros, but you have to do me a favour.

One million?

The drunkard’s eyes glittered with greed. He even contemplated the idea of running next door right now, kidnapping her, taking the money and leaving. But the man was a coward by nature, and now he was only using the wine to bolster his courage.

The idea of such a thing never came up again.

-What have you asked me to do?

-I want you to spread the photos on the Internet.

Of course, it is impossible for me to go out and meet people in this state.

So the matter had to be left to the other side.

The man, however, hesitated.

-It’s a photo of the president of the SJ Group, and I’m sure they’ll find me if I spread the word.

-You can go. Find a dark internet cafe tonight and spread the pictures, then take the money and go. A million, think about it, and after you take it you can live clothed and fed. Maybe even set up a small business…. All in all, it won’t do you any harm, will it?

-Yes! But first you pay the bond.

-Good.

The two men quickly came to an agreement.

It was already dark, but not particularly late. Worried and cautious, the drunk waited after taking his deposit. It was around midnight, when there were fewer people, when he went out and entered a particularly small internet café in the dark.

At 1 a. m. that day, news of SJ Group chairman Dylan’s affair with his nephew’s wife spread quickly.

Those who saw it didn’t care that Vanessa was divorced from Orlando, the first thing they saw were the obvious sensationalist headlines on the internet. At this time of year, the internet is full of people with nothing better to do, so gossip spreads especially fast.

These people are also happy to read news like this.

So, everyone is spreading the news.