My Dreamy Old Husband

Phantom Wolf’s hands wandered over her silky skin as he took a whiff of the faint fragrance between her neck greedily. His tongue swirled gently around her pale, snowy shoulder as he tasted all of her sweetness.

He crouched over her and exhaled his hot breath in her ear. “You’re mine. I was the one who saved you on Salvador Island. You are mine, do you hear me?” he remarked.

Then, he left teeth marks on her shoulder and imprinted his own symbol like a wild beast. As he tasted her warmth and sweetness, there was a tinge of warmth that shot straight to his heart when his cold hands ran over her silky, smooth skin.

That night, the sea was cold as ice. He had escaped Abel’s assination by jumping into the sea and was washed up on Salvador Island.

Quinton didn’t know what he was doing with his life. He obviously didn’t like killing, yet he couldn’t stop killing.

Later on, it dawned upon him that it was because he was born from hatred. His biological father was Theo, the honorary combat martyr who had eliminated a Southwest drug lord. Meanwhile, his biological mother was the daughter of that drug lord; his life was destined to be extraordinary!

If he could turn back time, he wished that Theo had killed Tanya along with her father back then.

Just then, the murky water washed Sophia up shore. When she begged for her life like a dog on the beach, he felt as if he saw another version of himself.

Weren’t they all the same?

Weren’t they living so hard just to fight for a chance of survival? Some people were born destined to be loved by all without having to strive for anything; there would always be someone who’d eventually offer the best things in this world to them.

On the other hand, some people were born with the sole purpose of surviving with all means.

Hope—was one

run with his mother, Tanya. When she gave birth to him, she was filled with such a deep resentment that he was drenched in a sea of hatred from the moment he was

already sent him to the Phantom Wolf. His mother was known as Miss Poison, and she was a brave and skilled fighter. Meanwhile, his father was Theo, the God of War. As their son, Hope had perfectly inherited all of the merits of his parents; he had his

Michael or even as powerful as his biological father. Wouldn’t it

toward the Fletcher Family. Phantom Wolf was intrigued by the possibility of the powerful bloodline in him and wanted to raise him as

and girls with different skin colors; some had been kidnapped,

was already

enough for

was nowhere to run; it was to

survived became more skilled

strict and harsh as the food and beds were gradually decreasing. They had to maintain high alert at all times to survive, and in the end, only one was left alive out of the hundred children that

the

Hope had killed all of his comrades and eventually became the heir of the Phantom Wolf, he was the perfect killing machine to

first, but he soon realized that there was no

Family and look for his father, but he realized that it was too late. His hands

him really made her seem like a washed-up dog… He saw

good mood and chose to

was begging for his help, she collapsed at his feet and slowly lost

but he happened to have studied medicine. Despite outsiders only knowing him as a

gave her cardiac resuscitation and CPR over