Daily Life of a Transmigrating Villain

As he stood with Emilia in his arms, Damien was acutely aware of his fatigue, a result of the countless hours he had dedicated—whether it was doing intense workout with Emilia or preparing for Edward and Amelia's face-slapping event, he had truly exerted himself to the brink.

Now, after the intense workout, he was drained and fatigued. As he calmed his racing mind, his cock, still coated in Emilia's bodily fluids, slowly slid out from her pussy.

A mix of white cum and traces of slight blood began to trickle down from now empty gap, evidence of their intense union.

"Ah… D-Damien, n-not more." Her voice was steady now. Her skin was slick with sweat, and her breathing was erratic as she struggled to keep her senses in check. Previously, in the heat of the moment, she had become more erratic, moaning louder from intense pleasure, but now exhaustion was becoming too much to bear.

"…Okay." Damien approached the bed before she collapsed onto the mattress, her body spent from the strain of the moment. Exhausted and limp, she turned to her side, exposing the aftermath of her ordeal—white fluid mixed with blood was still trickling from her lower region.

'What was his number again?' Damien took the seat on the bed and glanced towards a table where Emilia's phone was placed. He took it before dialing a number, recalling the phone number he had gotten from one of the board members from the last remaining company under the blake, whose shares he had purchased.

"Hello, is this Mike speaking?" Damien asked as the phone was answered on the other end. Standing there, his bare body drifted towards the window, where he gazed at the night illuminated by the moon.

"Yes, who is this?" the voice on the other end inquired, recognizing the identity of the caller number, which belonged to the daughter of the company's owner.

"Listen well, Mike. Aisana Blake has gotten into an accident," Damien informed, referring to the name of Emilia's mother, who, unfortunately, due to some bad luck, had gotten into an accident and was now in the hospital.

"What! Is Madam fine?" The voice on the other side showed urgency as it inquired, sensing something with a raging feeling shrouding it. It added, "Don't tell me. Was this the reason that bastard was laughing right now?"

"Indeed, Gabriel is dead, and the company will eventually fall into the hands of his sidekick, given how Aisana, though safe, is in the hospital right now," Damien informed as his fingers tapped on the window, trying to confirm that everything would go smoothly. He knew he had to secure his company, which he would need to live in the hands of Emilia and her mother.

Indeed, his main aim was to have some financial support in the form of Emilia or her mother. So there was no other way to confirm the loyalty of Emilia's mother except by making Emilia a weakness to her mother.

"Damn it, please tell me what I should do."

Hearing the voice from the other side of the call, which held urgency, and not even trying to inquire who was on the call, a smile formed on Damien's face as he glanced towards Emilia, approaching the bed.

His knuckles danced over her smooth skin, moving from the subtle slope of her waist to the pronounced curve of her ass, a playful smirk on his lips as he responded, "Record whatever they talk about in the board meeting. Make sure the video comes out clear."

"That's—"

Beep

Even before the caller on either side could complete his words, Damien cut the phone and lay beside Emilia.

He lifted his legs to rest them on her, his hand firmly clutching her sensitive breasts as he pressed his body against her soft, silky form. Overwhelmed with tiredness, he soon fell asleep, waiting for the chain reaction of his choices to unfold, especially since he had already drained all his savings on what lay ahead with the approaching storm.

Damien fell asleep while leaving everything in the hands of—press/reporters whom he had purchased, police officers whom he had bribed, and several other small players who would show him results tomorrow.

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Far away from the hospital building, which was located at the edge of Camphrian City and surrounded by the rural area, everything was calm. Unlike in the main center of the city, the situation was completely different.

"Why is this checking happening here?" a man seated in the driver's seat inquired, glancing towards the police, who were checking each of the passing cars as if searching for someone.

"Don't you watch the news? It seems the heir of the Raphael group got kidnapped," a truck driver informed as he increased the volume of the radio inside his vehicle. The sound of a reporter broke through the car horns and the engine sounds of several vehicles stuck in traffic due to police checks.

:: Breaking news: the heir of the Raphael group, who was just engaged today to Emilia Blake, has been kidnapped. The prime suspect in this event is police officer Lin Wanruo. ::

:: Statements from the police chief have been published, indicating that they are searching the whole city to find Damien Raphael. He assured the public that he would take appropriate actions against the recklessness of the police officers involved in this whole event. ::

"What? Then why the heck are those dumbasses disturbing us when it is their department's fault?" The series of drivers showed their anger towards the police personnel who were searching, while a few of them had search dogs with them, snuffling around the large vehicles trying to find the man who was kidnapped due to their own faults.

Soon, the news of Damien Raphael's kidnapping became the headline in the news inside Camphrian City, given that it spread like wildfire, catching on and spreading instantly as if someone were promoting this news from behind.

The news of an heir being kidnapped would soon reach the ears of the Raphael family, and given the weight of their authority, Camphrian City—and especially the police department—would soon witness the strength of those who sit at the top of the food chain.

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Inside the police department main headquarters,

"Where the heck is that idiot Lin Wanruo!?" the police chief shouted as he threw his phone toward one of the police officers, having just received a call from someone from the Raphael group.

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