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Chapter 119: Chapter 119 You Are The Consequence
Liam sat in front of his computer, the glow from the multiple monitors casting a soft light across his face. His room was dimly lit except for the screens and the faint rays of the setting sun spilling through the half-drawn curtains. His fingers moved rapidly across the keyboard, executing trade after trade with swift precision.
The system’s crypto prediction tool was nothing short of insane — like a money cheat code from a video game. His account had exploded from $40,000 to nearly $200,000 in just three hours. Even though he occasionally threw in intentionally bad trades to avoid suspicion, and sometimes the market didn’t even obey the system’s perfect logic, the growth was still astronomical.
Every time he lost money — especially when the system was wrong — it stung, hard. But he couldn’t complain too much. The gains were far outweighing the losses, and despite the emotional rollercoaster of watching red candles drop on the screen, Liam wasn’t bored.
How could he be bored?
He was literally printing money.
His body was slouched in the chair now, muscles aching from sitting in the same position for hours, his eyes slightly strained. Still, he wasn’t quitting just yet. He was in the middle of predicting a major spike when the door creaked open behind him.
He turned instinctively, and the moment he saw her, he froze — swallowed hard.
Ann stood at the door, her hair cascading loosely over her shoulders, a lazy, seductive smile playing on her lips. She was wearing an oversized white shirt that hung off one shoulder, draping loosely around her neck and collarbone. The fabric was thin enough for him to see the soft outline of her full, perky breasts beneath — no bra.
His eyes involuntarily trailed downward.
She was wearing a pair of shorts — if they could even be called that. The fabric barely covered the tops of her thighs, revealing smooth, golden skin that looked sinfully soft. Her thighs were toned and deliciously thick, and Liam could feel a familiar heat crawling up his neck.
He swallowed again, his mouth a little dry.
"I thought you were going out with your friends," he said, his voice low, husky.
Ann stepped into the room with a teasing glint in her eyes, the door closing behind her. She shrugged, the shirt slipping a bit more off her shoulder. "I canceled. Didn’t feel like going anymore."
Before he could say anything else, she made her way over and gracefully sat down on his lap, straddling one of his thighs. Her sudden presence sent a jolt through his system — not the digital one, but the very real one pulsing under his skin.
His hands instinctively found her body. One slid around her narrow waist, feeling the soft curve of her figure under the shirt. The other moved lower, slipping behind her and grabbing a full handful of her round, soft butt.
She pinched his arm with mock irritation. "Liam, control yourself."
He rolled his eyes with a chuckle. "You walk in here looking like that, and you expect me to control myself? That’s not how it works."
Ann bit her lip to stop herself from laughing, but she couldn’t hide the blush creeping across her cheeks. Liam leaned forward, pressing his lips against her neck. The soft scent of her shampoo hit him immediately — a sweet, floral fragrance that made his head spin.
He kissed her neck slowly, trailing small kisses along her collarbone, his breath warm against her skin. She shivered and let out a soft giggle, the tickling sensation making her squirm.
Ann tried to lean back, teasing him, but Liam followed her.
He wasn’t about to let her get away so easily.
His lips remained on her skin as he trailed lower, and she tangled her fingers in his hair, sighing as his grip on her waist tightened slightly.
The computer screen flickered in the background, trades still ticking, candles rising and falling in real time. But Liam wasn’t paying attention anymore.
His attention was on her — the way her body moved, the warmth of her skin, the quiet laughter in her voice, and the way she looked at him like he was the only thing in the world that mattered.
And at that moment, the system, the crypto charts, and the $200,000 meant absolutely nothing.
He had her. That was enough.
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Lilith sat alone in her penthouse, the city lights sprawling beneath the tall glass windows like glitter scattered across a dark velvet sheet. Her slender figure was wrapped tightly in her signature black suit, tailored to perfection. The sharp lines of the blazer gave her an air of authority, and the slight unbuttoning of her shirt revealed just enough to hint at danger beneath the elegance. She exuded power—beauty with a blade hidden behind her smile.
In front of her, five men stood silently. Each one wore a suit and a black mask, their presence respectful and disciplined, like well-trained wolves awaiting command. They were her shadows, her personal elite, known for their absolute loyalty and lethal skills.
She leaned back slightly, her fingers interlaced as she spoke softly, her voice calm but chilling, "Summon everyone tonight."
The men didn’t ask why. They knew better than to question Lilith. Her next words clarified it anyway.
"The Crimson Hand is making their move," she continued, eyes fixed on the skyline, as if she could already see the blood that would spill. "I felt it they would in the meeting yesterday. Our scouts have confirmed it. I’ve also received confirmation from our source inside the Crimson Hand."
Her voice grew colder, like ice slowly forming over water.
"We’re being attacked tonight. Prepare for war."
Without a word, the five men bowed slightly and turned to leave, their footsteps silent against the marble floor. The moment the last of them disappeared behind the sliding doors, another presence filled the room.
Leo entered with quiet grace, his tall frame cloaked in flowing black robes, the hem brushing across the floor like a ghost. His hands were clasped behind his back, posture straight, yet relaxed. His sharp eyes watched the men leave before turning toward Lilith.
"So," he said with a tone both curious and heavy, "you’re really doing this, huh?"
Lilith didn’t turn around. She kept her eyes on the city.
"What choice do I have?" she said calmly.
Leo let out a soft sigh, his gaze narrowing slightly. "If what I said is true—if the Crimson Hand has truly merged with the Golden Bird—this might be the end."
Lilith finally turned toward him, her eyes sharp and unwavering. "Then we’ll meet the end standing."
Leo didn’t say anything for a moment. His silence was its own weight. Then he took a step forward.
"I hope you won’t leave me alone now" Lilith said in a tone lower than a whisper, almost too quiet to hear. But Leo caught every word.
A faint smile tugged at the edge of his lips. "I told you since day one," he said. "Till the very end."
Lilith closed her eyes.
Her mind swirled with memories. The day her parents were murdered in cold blood. The night she ran, bleeding and crying. The years of pain and clawing her way to power. And Leo—always there. The man who took her in, who trained her, who gave her a sword when all she had was fear.
To the outside world, Lilith was the face of Black Lotus, the cold-blooded leader who built an empire from nothing. But behind the scenes, it had always been Leo. He was the backbone, the silent guardian who pulled strings when she couldn’t, who protected her from the shadows.
She had bled for Black Lotus. Sacrificed. Killed. Loved. Lost.
Now, they wanted to take it from her.
Her eyes opened, and they burned with resolve.
"If they want war," she said quietly but with iron in her voice, "we’ll give them war."
She turned to Leo. "And we’ll burn anyone who tries to touch what we built. With fire and steel."
Leo gave a single nod. "Then let’s begin."
Outside, the winds howled.
The storm was coming.
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Liam’s phone buzzed loudly beside his computer, its screen lighting up with Lilith’s name. But the call went unnoticed — Liam was far too distracted to care about any calls at the moment.
The dim lighting of his room flickered off his toned back as he moved under the blanket. Ann lay sprawled across his bed, her fingers clutching the sheets in helpless ecstasy, her breathing uneven and sharp. Her cheeks were flushed, eyes fluttering closed, lips parted as soft gasps slipped through. She was biting her lower lip hard, trying — and failing — to suppress the intense pleasure that was consuming her whole body.
Liam was nestled between her thighs, completely focused, his lips and tongue working magic. The warmth, the scent, the taste — everything about her drove him wild. Her thighs gently locked around his head, not in resistance, but in surrender — as if her body had decided on its own to hold him there. He didn’t mind. He loved it.
The softness of her skin, the way her body trembled beneath his touch, the way her fingers tangled in his hair — it was more intoxicating than any drug. Every moan that escaped her lips was like a reward. He was patient but relentless, savoring every reaction, every twitch of pleasure that danced across her body.
Suddenly, Liam lifted his head from under the blanket, his dark hair slightly damp, his lips curled into a wicked grin. His eyes locked onto hers — those deep, glassy eyes filled with lust and disbelief.
"Are you ready for it?" he whispered.
Ann blinked, still dazed. "I... I don’t kno—" she began to say, but her voice broke into a soft gasp before she could finish.
Liam didn’t wait. With a smooth, confident motion, he positioned himself and slid into her in one slow thrust. Ann’s eyes widened as her back arched instinctively, a sharp cry slipping from her lips. Her hands flew up, gripping his arms tightly. Her nails dug in. The sensation was overwhelming — intense, deep, and shockingly satisfying.
Liam’s body trembled slightly at the feel of her. She was warm and tight, her body clenching around him like it had been made just for him. He held her waist firmly, keeping her in place as he leaned down to kiss her — long, slow, and deep. Her arms wrapped around his neck, drawing him closer, her chest pressing against his as her legs curled around his waist.
They moved together, slow and deliberate at first, every motion sending new waves of pleasure through their bodies. Her moans became more frequent, more desperate, as Liam adjusted his rhythm, reading every expression on her face, every breath, every sound. He wasn’t in a rush. He was savoring her. Every single inch. Every single reaction.
Ann whispered his name — not once, but over and over — like it was the only thing keeping her grounded.
Liam leaned into her ear, his voice deep and low, almost like a growl. "I told you not to come in here looking like that," he murmured, his lips brushing against her skin. "Now deal with the consequences."
Ann’s laugh was breathless, filled with desire and disbelief. "You’re the consequence," she whispered back, barely able to keep her voice steady.
Outside the room, the world continued — Lilith’s call had long stopped ringing. But inside this space, everything else faded into nothing. There was only her and him. The heat between them. The tension. The fire.
And in that moment, Liam didn’t care about anything else.
