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.

one

mother, Tanya. When she gave birth to him, she was filled with such a deep resentment that he was drenched in a

had 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

born in the Fletcher Family, he would have become more outstanding than Michael or even as powerful as his biological

midst of Tanya’s endless hatred toward the Fletcher Family. Phantom Wolf was intrigued by the possibility of the powerful bloodline in him and wanted to raise him as the next generation of

the hands of Phantom Wolf for various reasons. There were boys and girls with different skin colors; some

alive was already

were about 100 of them. They were provided with three meals and a bed to sleep in every day, but there was only enough for 50 people. In

run; it was to kill or to

of children were sent out, and the numbers started to dwindle down. Those who survived became more skilled in the art of killing, and their innocent faces gradually became cold and cruel; they

decreasing. They had to maintain high alert at all

become the

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

he soon realized that there was

father, but he realized that it was too late. His hands were

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

was probably in a good

collapsed at his feet and slowly

died that day, but he happened to have studied medicine. Despite outsiders only knowing him as

her and gave her cardiac resuscitation and CPR over