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Rumors of her involvement in cyber-espionage had swirled, her moniker \'Geko\' appearing across hijacked state and country websites, cementing her status as one of the preeminent minds in the digital world.

For over a decade, she had left traces of her existence like breadcrumbs, a digital phantom whose real motivations and allegiances were as mysterious as the organization she now served.

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September 11th, 2026!

In the quiet that had enveloped Wang Xiao\'s life over the past four months, there was a semblance of peace, an unfamiliar tranquility that seemed almost surreal.

No longer under the constant gaze of unseen watchers, and without the threat of attacks that had once been a near-daily occurrence, he found himself in a rare moment of peace.

Josephine had taken to staying low at the castle, a silent fortress that had become a sanctuary of sorts.

Wang Xiao, cautious, had only recently revealed their location to her, allowing her the chance to visit, to breach the solitude that had become their shield against the world\'s prying eyes.

Anran, too, found solace in the safety of home, untouched by the violence that seemed to follow them like a shadow.

Yin Yue, with her keen senses, detected no disturbances, a silence that was as welcome as it was unsettling.

Even the once persistent pursuit, that had marked Wang Xiao as a target on the world\'s most wanted list, had ceased.

His name had vanished, not just from the list but from the digital world entirely.

Li Zhiming, ever vigilant, brought to Wang Xiao\'s attention an abnormality that was both a relief and a riddle.

His digital footprint had been erased, wiped clean as if he had never existed. Attempts to search the name \'Wang Xiao\' on search engines were met with errors, a digital void where his identity once stood.

The anomaly had not gone unnoticed by the public; whispers of a global glitch spread, with posts questioning the disappearance being removed as swiftly as they appeared.

This global stage anomaly, a digital curtain drawn over Wang Xiao\'s existence, sparked theories and speculations.

Some came forward claiming it to be a bug, a glitch in the vast digital matrix that had inadvertently swallowed numerous \'words\' along with his name.

But for those in the know, those who had once pursued Wang Xiao with determination, this was no mere glitch.

They recognized the signs of deliberate manipulation, a concerted effort to erase Wang Xiao from the digital and physical world.

And in this recognition, they began to seek alternatives, to find ways around the digital erasure that shielded him.

Eighth Prince! — 『One who must not be named』

They had shifted the way they referred to him, now invoking the title of the Eighth Prince in their communications, deliberately avoiding any mention of his original name.

Wang Xiao found himself unexpectedly gratified by this change, as it provided a shroud of secrecy around his family. Their records had been wiped from online access, further concealing his identity.

However, little did he suspect that a few astute individuals had already pierced the mystery.

As for the mastermind behind this cloak-and-dagger affair?

It was none other than a determined woman with a relentless desire to bind him: Luna Marquez.

She had proclaimed that she had transformed him into member of Ghosts.

Contrary to his expectations, Luna had indeed returned mystery within a week, and didn\'t betray him.

When interrogated, she unveiled the truth.

Wang Xiao was rendered utterly speechless, perplexed at how she could have achieved this without his consent.

Wang Xiao was left speechless, wondering how she could do it without his permission. He ended up disciplining her, but that was the worst mistake of his life.

It made both of them realize something profound.

Click...

As Wang Xiao emerged from the steam-filled bath, a hazy mist clung to his damp skin.

The air grew still as he took in the sight before him and felt a shiver run down his spine.

"Ahn~ Prince... Come and free me from their clutches," Luna\'s voice, soft and sensual, lured him towards her.

She lay over the bed, her white shirt clinging to her curves, a few buttons artfully left undone. The outline of her breasts teased his gaze as they tried to escape their cotton confinement. Bound to the bed, Luna\'s slender wrists were chained, helpless and vulnerable.

Her ivory legs, smooth and ethereal, caressed each other in a restless dance.

She lay there, devoid of panties, wearing only a long shirt that formed part of her usual black ensemble.

Her crimson-stained lips, slightly parted, oozed a seductive allure.

Her eyes, brimming with tears, pleaded for salvation as marks of tight rope adorned her delicate hands.

But Wang Xiao knew better than to fall for her apparent helplessness.

"How many times have I told you not to call me by that name?" Wang Xiao\'s brows furrowed, his tone filled with irritation.

He brushed Luna\'s pleas aside, his focus set on the wardrobe where his clothes awaited.

Determined to ignore her deceitful presence, he turned his back to her.

"Hehe... Why are you getting offended? I think it suits you, doesn\'t it?" Luna materialized beside him in an instant, her hand subtly reaching towards his chest. Like a thief in the night, her touch ignited a fire, exploring the edge of his torso with skin crawling precision.

"..." Wang Xiao was left utterly speechless in his attempt to describe her.

This woman, a sight to behold, was an unabashed Masochist, delighting in being slapped by him.

[I had no inkling that such peculiar creatures actually existed in the real world...] Yin Yue\'s voice echoed with pure bewilderment.

\'I had no inkling either... I thought it was nothing but a mere legend...\' Wang Xiao pondered, his mind swirling with disbelief.

In this moment, his sole motivation for keeping her alive was to protect and preserve this exceptionally rare and endangered creature.

Yet, in the midst of his astonishment, he couldn\'t fathom how all these bizarre beings had found their way into his life.

Amongst this bewildering spectacle, Aisha was the sole semblance of normalcy... or so he thought... until...