UNKNOWN POV
I was all alone in the back of the club; just so I thought. Until I heard a woman screaming for help. At first I ignored, but then again the voice pulled my heartstrings more as it played in my head repeatedly. I got down from my car to take a look at the damsel in distress. I leaned against my car door leisurely, watching as the man was out of control, he just wanted to get down on her so bad— who still force a woman in this era? “Let go of her” I muttered. My sudden utterance was filled with caution and a heart–piercing–fear from both the lady and the man. Quiteness filled the air, only the sharp–breaking–breath of the damsel could be heard clearly. “What……what if I don't? What will you do?” The man blurted with fear, his tone was shaky; his gut betrayed him. A wide grin slowly curved on my lips, I like to be dared. It's been a while since people boarded my line. “What is your belief on living dead?” I asked the man with a calm yet death stare. The question obviously didn’t sit well with him, as he flinched, causing his shoes to make a screech. “Help me please…..” the lady said, she couldn't take the pain of the man's grasps anymore. Her consciousness because unstable, her legs began to give in, thus, she slumped from the man's grasps. . ‘Urgh!’ Suddenly the man groaned sharply, he didn't realise when I moved closer to him. Each groan was a pain from his joints bones breaking. I mercilessly continued weaking him without no emotion whatsoever. I hate to intervene in people's business, but I don't understand why my heart yearn to save her. The man became still on the ground, his body became liveless. His eyes widely opened without a blink, his throat dislocated, choking on blood. I was satisfied with what I made him turn into. Just as I turned around heading towards my car, I felt a grip on my ankle which made me came to a halt, I wheeled my head down. “Don’t leave me again Liam.” I looked at her with so much tenderness, care and desperation to keep her by my side, Her timeless beauty caught my attention so bad. it's been a while since I had this urge for a woman in my life. But I knew she was taken, judging with the name she mentioned, how I wished to crushed the Liam that couldn't keep her safe with him. I bent and carried her in a bridal style. Her cold nose rubbed on my neck, her breath was so hot and smooth to my skin. ‘Camera shot clicked…. footsteps receded.’ “Hot...hot… it's so hot” She started whispering, gripping on my suit tightly, I looked at her, there was no trace of sanity left in her. Her face flushed suspiciously, her body moved erotically, biting on her lips continuously. Her current expression made me realised she must have been drugged. ‘Ding!’ As soon as we got into my suite, I carefully placed her on my bed, stared at her welcoming fiery lips for a while before turning to get a blanket for her. My action was stopped by a sudden grip on my wrist, pulled me close, which caused me to unintentionally leaned so closed to her lips. “I want you” Her voice echoed in my ears, so smooth, soft and filled with so much desire. I was about leaning back up when she pulled my neck closer, causing my lips touching hers, she sucked on my lips like jelly. The kiss was so rough and passionate that I couldn't resist her. Her hands roamed my body looking for my suit buttons—she was somewhat impatient. My sleeping monster had already been awoken… it been a while since it felt this way. In no time she had stripped herself right before my eyes, I scanned every details on her body, cursing Inside for her to be mine. This is not me that everybody knows, how come my heart yearn for her? I loathe women for some personal reasons. I hate their sight, I hate to perceive them. But when I looked at the mysterious woman in my bed, I want her be the only woman I will pamper and care for. I want her to be the only woman to have the sweet side of me. I want to spend the rest of my life with her. I saw the instinctual desire and desperation in her eyes. I slowly went to her nipples, nibbling on right while playing with the other. Then I went back to her hot lips twisting tongues with her, caressing every inch and corner of her curves, she sighed in satisfaction to my touch. “I want you now…please” She begged finding her way down to my d*ck. “Not yet Damsel” I held her slender hand from feeling my arousal. My hand slowly moved down her entrance lips, she was already dripping, feel so welcoming. I rubbed her so soft and gentle in a circular motion, slowly slid two of my fingers in with so much affection. ‘Uhmm…awwnn’ She moaned so sexily as her body danced to my movements, causing her body to arc. Some thin drops of tears rolled down beside her ears. ‘Please don't stop….uhmm….ahh’ I increased my fingers pace while sucking on her tensed nipples. However, she seemed wanting more everytime she reached the edge of pleasure. Before she could cry out for more, I covered her till my monster was fully in, she grabbed hold on my shoulders, so tight that I could feel her fingernails digging into my skin. She moaned softly, following the rhythm of my pace. I felt her muscles tighten around my d*ck, it felt so heavenly and special in its way. Her pupils rolled up, like she was so close to her climax. I increased my pace, harder and faster as she had wanted it. “Oh yeah…fuck Liam!” Hearing that name irritated me more than anything, I despise that unknown being, I hate it more that my desired woman mentioned another man's name. However I knew she wasn't in her right sense, and she would surely think she was making love with her damn partner. I could only curse inside, I hate to feel this way, but I can't help it… my desperation to get close to her and make her mine clawed at me. “Who are you? What have you made me become?” I whispered in her ears. My questions left hanging in the air. In anger, I raged in her, harder than she would want it. I felt a thick warm cream dripped down, in no time I came too, crash landed beside her. ‘Sigh’ she sighed in satisfaction as she drowned in deep slumber. For a while, I stared at the beauty, as I held her close to my chest. Her breath was peaceful and steady, hoping I could wake up everyday of my life beside her. I carried her inside the bathroom and cleaned her up, I was so careful not to wake her up, but she also looked like she wouldn't wake up even if I wasn't— tiredness wore her. Then I settled her back on bed, I curled her to my chest as I stared blankly at the ceiling, caressing her hair. This night was unexpected, yet sweet and unforgettable experience for me. But my night didn't last long with her, as I got an emergency call that needed my immediate response and presence. I stood up and got dressed, then I left her with my business card. And a handwritten note ‘Call me when you wake up’. For the last time tonight, I pecked her forehead, nose, down to her lips and jawline, before whispering in her ears. “Bye beauty, never wished to leave you alone here, but this is urgent.” I hoped she heard me, but I knew it was impossible for her to hear me while she was in deep slumber. I left… And here stands across me in the garden… the mysterious woman of my unforgettable night, the woman I vowed to be with for the rest of my life or stay bachelor forever. Fate…is a slow thing She was even more breathtaking than I remembered. The way the moonlight kissed her delicate features, the soft curls of her hair that framed her face, the expression of confusion in her eyes. She looked like she lost her way as she keeps on turning around. And this time…I'm not going to let her slip away. Here's a refined version of your passage for clarity and flow: "Did you lose your way, damsel?" I blurted from behind her. She flinched at my sudden utterance, her eyes widening in shock. As she staggered back in panic, her foot caught on the hem of her dress. She nearly fell, but I reacted swiftly, wrapping my arm around her waist and pulling her against me.The cool breeze carried the scent of blooming roses and freshly cut grass. The distant hum of music from the ballroom barely reached Ariel's ears, as she had been drowned by the erratic pound of her heart, which pierced through the stillness.The arm around her waist was strong and steady. The touch was unfamiliar—yet something about it sent a shiver down her spine.She inhales sharply.The man's scent filled her lungs—sandalwood and musk. Familiar and intoxicating.“Careful, Damsel. Falling into my arms already?” His voice was deep, smooth, and laced with something almost…possessive.Her body stiffened, and her eyebrows squinted at the unfamiliar voice—yet hauntingly familiar to her. She robotically lifted her head, her eyes locked onto his. Sharp and intense.The dim glow of the garden lights cast shadows across his sharp features—strong jaws, piercing gray eyes that seem swooning, and firm, broad shoulders that elongate his chest.Her stomach churned. She knew this man. Or at leas
Luis jolted awake, his phone’s sharp ringtone woke him up from his restless sleep. He had spent the whole night drinking and thinking of his lost lover; Ariel, about seven bottles of empty beer cans scattered on his small center table. His hand drummed beat, causing him to groan. A glance at the screen revealed Elena. He swiped the screen and brought the phone to his ear. “Come to the store. Now,” Elena’s voice was soft yet intimidating, with no room for argument. The line went dead before he could respond. Luis sighed, raking a hand through his messy hair. He gave a quick glance at the wall clock; it was past three in the afternoon. Pushing himself off the couch, he strode into the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and splashed cold water on his face. As droplets dripped down his chin, he met his own weary gaze in the mirror before grabbing his toothbrush and scrubbing away the lingering taste of the alcohol. Stepping out, he made his way to the kitchen and yanked open th
“This is how they're going to burst your brain open if you mess up” He muttered, his voice carrying a serious warning, his gaze deadly locked on Luis; who's heart skipped for a beat. This was the very first time a gun would be pointed at him, and he felt like he was at the edge of crossing over to the land of the death. His mind raged with regret and a desperate prayer that he was only hallucinating; maybe the way he had been thinking about the job he signed up for lately. But his fear didn't last long as it was quickly replaced with disgust, when he heard the statement he made. Of course he knew to be cautious, and if he wanted to add to his cautiousness, he shouldn't have made it an expensive one—pointing gun at his head was a rather serious way, but effective, as it added to Luis awareness of the world he had stepped into. Luis didn't respond, instead he yanked his wrist off his grip, then strode off without looking back. He took slow, measured steps to the metal d
{Back to the city of Las Vegas}The Lucas Corporation tower stood tall over the Las Vegas skyline, its sleek glass design symbolizing power and prestige. From the top floor, Johny had a clear view of the city—a world he was determined to control.His office was large and elegant, designed to reflect his ambition. Dark mahogany walls held built-in bookshelves, while a black marble desk sat at the center, spotless except for neatly arranged files and a crystal decanter of whiskey. Behind the desk was a luxurious leather chair imported from Italy. Floor-to-ceiling windows framed the busy city below. The air carried the scent of expensive cologne and aged whiskey, adding to the room’s quiet authority.Johny leaned back in his leather chair, a satisfied smirk tugging at his lips as he reviewed the latest financial reports. His plan was falling into place—soon, Ariel would be introduced to the Lucas family, making him secure his position. His father would have no choice but to acknowledge
In an unknown place in Las Vegas A dull throbbing radiated from Ariel’s wrists, the rough fibers of the rope biting into her skin. Her head pounded, a fog clouding her thoughts as she slowly regained consciousness. She forced her eyes open, only to be met with absolute darkness.~Where am I?~ A mixture of curiosity and danger sparked in her chest. Panic spiked in her chest as she struggled to move, but the coarse bite of rope against her skin stopped her. Her hands and feet were tied. Memories flashed in her head—leaving the boutique, stepping into the car, a sudden force yanking her back, a rough hand covering her mouth, restraining her from screaming—screeching tires. Then nothing.She tried to steady her breathing, but the heavy scent of damp concrete and oil filled her nose. A basement? A warehouse? Her breathing quickened as she tested her restraints. Tight. Too tight. The ropes cut into her wrists with every movement, biting deep.She tugged at her restraints again, ignoring
The Lucas mansion stood tall, painted pure white, a symbol of power and wealth. Its massive structure stretched across acres of perfectly trimmed gardens, exuding an air of untouchable prestige.At the center of the grand courtyard is a large fountain with flowing crystal-clear water, its smooth and steady flow giving a touch of elegance.Two neatly sculpted lion statues guarded the entrance, their fangs bared in silent warning, as if daring anyone to challenge the empire behind them.The mansion's smooth wooden double doors stood firm, framed with gold details that gleamed under the sun. Two tall pillars lined the entrance, adding to the mansion’s captivating picturesqueness.Inside, the scent of polished wood and fresh lilies filled the air. Every corner spoke of luxury, from the high ceilings adorned with dazzling chandeliers to the grand staircase leading to the upper floors. Yet, beneath all its beauty, there was an unshaken tension—a reminder that this was not just a home, but a
Ten years ago, Johny had wormed his way into Alexander’s ex-girlfriend's heart, behind his back, poisoning what they had with betrayal. It cost him his sanity then; the scars of that betrayal had hardened him; it had turned him into a man of coldness; even the sight of women wouldn't entertain him.And yet, here he was, standing at the brim of another cruel twist of fate. Because now, it was Ariel, the only woman that changed him—that mysteriously softened his stiffened heart.His present wound. His silent torment. The woman who had unknowingly haunted him for years—the one he had spent endless nights searching for—was now about to wear—or had already worn—Johny's last name. Alexander’s phone buzzed.Slipping a hand into his pocket, he retrieved it and swiped to answer. He lifted it to his ear.“Speak.” His voice was calm, but his body had gone still.A brief pause. Then, the voice on the other end sent a shiver down his spine.“Sir, we can’t locate Ariel anymore. She’s missing.”Al
Lucas Corporation—Johny’s OfficeJohny paced the length of his office, his fingers tightening around his phone until his knuckles turned bone-white.The normally pristine space—lined with glass walls and a mahogany desk—felt suffocating, as though the walls were closing in with each passing second.His mind raced through a dozen worst-case scenarios, each one more unbearable than the last.He exhaled sharply, barely keeping his fury in check. “Do you have anything?” His voice was controlled, but the steel beneath it was unmistakable.“We’re working on it, sir.” His head of security sounded hesitant, and that hesitation sent a fresh wave of anger through him.He gritted his teeth in frustration and anger.“Work faster!” He spat, his tone was deadly sharp. “If she’s hurt, I’ll make every single one of you regret it.”He ended the call with a sharp motion, slamming his phone onto the desk. His pulse roared in his ears.This can’t be happening.Ariel was his key to the Lucas empire, his le
Alex walked up to her, and stood right in her front, his hands tucked casually into his pockets. Ariel’s head dipped down, her gaze fixed on the floor as her breath grew shallow.Alex stood still, watching the nervous Ariel. A light chuckle left his lips in amusement. Amazed by her sudden nervousness. Where is the brave woman from earlier? He moved more closer to her, leaving a short distance between them. Ariel breathe caught in her throat, and without thinking, she took a shaky step back.Alexander chuckled again, unable to suppress the amusement in her reaction. His hand reached out, his fingers tilting her chin upward, forcing her to meet his gaze.Her heart felt as though it was leaping out as his thumb lightly brushed her jaw, sending an electrocut through her spine.Then he leaned forward, his lips dangerously close to her ear. His voice dropped to a whisper, rich and smooth, laced with something that made her Insides churn. “You still smell this same… you must like this c
Johny's smirk deepened as he took a seat across from Alexander, one leg casually crossed over the other. He slid his hand inside his pocket and dropped the bullet onto the table, the small metallic changed, its sharp sound cutting through the heavy silence. His fingers tapping idly against the wooden surface. "I hope now you’ll back off from my woman." His tone was light, almost casual, but the underlying warning was sharp. "Anyway, thanks for the rescue. I appreciate it, but…" He paused, his smirk widening as if something amusing had just crossed his mind."Tell me," he mused, tilting his head, "were you just being generous, or…" His voice dripped with mockery as he let the question linger. Then, as if dismissing the absurdity of his own thoughts, he waved a hand. "No, no. It can’t be. I mean, why would the most eligible bachelor in the whole city of Las Vegas be infatuated with his stepbrother’s wife?" A thick chuckle rumbled from his mouth, thick with arrogance.Alexander didn’
The garden was peaceful, bathed with the soft reflection on the sun. Breeze carried the blooming roses, weaving through the neatly trimmed hedges. Amid this serenity, Ariel sat beside Mr Lucas, on a wooden bench, they were both enjoying the soothing scenery of nature. Then Mr. Lucas's head turned towards Ariel, he wasn’t speaking, just staring.Not in a sharp gaze he has always been, no a scrutinizing gaze that could make one confess his crime. But something soft, and warm.A rare sight of Mr Lucas. His aged eyes held an unexplainable emotion as they settled on her face— too long as if searching.Ariel’s heart lurched uncomfortably at his unblinking stare. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, her fingers trembling slightly. Her pulse pounded against her ribcage, rapid and erratic, as if her body sensed something her mind couldn’t grasp.A breathy chuckle slipped from Mr. Lucas’s lips. He had noticed her “Oh, child…” he murmured, shaking his head with quiet amusement.
Johny jaws spiked, his fingers twitched beside her. But he reminded composed. He suppressed the urge to intergect, because if he did, then his action will be flagged suspicious. Alexander's gaze sharpened, his attention now fully drawn to Ariel, he had been captivated by her ability to navigate the conversation so far, covering her husband’s foul play with a rather… unique intellect. But would she manage to twist this soul gripping questions in her favor? He leaned back slightly, waiting for her. Ariel quickly set her glass down, her fingers gripping the stem tightly as she tried to compose herself. A faint flush clawed up her neck, though whether from embarrassment or the weight of the question, she wasn’t sure. The room still remained silent. A slow smirk tugged at Alexander’s lips. Samantha’s eyes gleamed with silent amusement, while Aunty Vivian’s lips twitched in satisfaction. Damian, who had been chewing gum the whole time, paused, his face lit up in excitement to the sud
Samantha leaned forward, resting her chin against her knuckles. She had an effortless grace about her—elegant, poised, but dangerously observant.Her painted nails tapped against the table.“Ariel, you said your father is a merchant in this city,” Samantha began, tilting her head slightly. “That’s quite interesting. You must have lived a very comfortable life then, no?”Johny’s grip on her hand tightened. This wasn’t part of the questions they had prepared for. She could feel every pair of eyes on her, waiting for her response. The question was deceptively innocent, but she knew better.Samantha wasn’t asking for simple details. She was probing. Fishing for inconsistencies.“We lived well enough, yes.” She said calmly. Samantha hummed. “Well enough?” she repeated, as if testing the words on her tongue. “That’s rather vague, don’t you think?”Ariel maintained her calm. “We had what we needed, and for that, I was always grateful.”Samantha’s eyes gleamed with something of search with
The name sent a shiver down Ariel’s spine before she could stop it. His stepbrother? She questioned inwardly. She didn’t dare look at him. But she nodded in acknowledgement. She felt his gaze on her, the silent dominance of his presence. Just as she buried whatever emotions stirred in her chest, a soft, amused hum echoed from the other side of the table.“And I suppose that means I’m last,” a woman’s voice chimed in.Ariel turned to the source of the voice. She exuded elegance, but the glint in her gaze was one of amusement rather than warmth.“Samantha Lucas,” Johny said, his tone neutral. “Damian’s elder sister.”Samantha gave a slow, knowing smile. “Welcome to the family, Ariel,” she said, her voice smooth but laced with something Ariel couldn’t quite decipher.Ariel nodded. “Thank you.”Then for a long moment, silent fell in the room, thickened with awkwardness. Mr. Lucas cleared his throat, breaking the moment. “Now that introductions are out of the way, let’s get to the mat
By the left side of Mr Lucas, Alexander Lucas leaned back in his seat, his sharp features unreadable, but his stormy gaze lingered on Ariel for a second longer than necessary. Unlike the rest, his presence carried an edge—one that spoke of silent power rather than spoken authority.The moment their eyes locked, an unsettling feeling crawled up her spine—a feeling she couldn’t explain.Ariel's heartbeat pounded in her ears, drowning out everything else. Her breath hitched, her fingers trembling slightly as she fought the overwhelming sensation gripping her chest.Why is he here? His he part of the Lucas family? She questioned inwardly. Ariel's lips parted slightly, but no words came out.The weight of countless eyes bore down on her, but she barely registered them. The tension thickened, with unspoken question. Then—"Ariel," Johny’s voice cut through the moment like a blade, shattering whatever trance had momentarily seized her.She blinked, her breath shaky as she moved her gaze a
The ride to the Lucas estate was awkwardly silent, the hum of the car filling the space between them. Ariel kept her gaze fixed outside the tinted window, watching as the towering gates of the mansion loomed closer. Its pristine white walls standing tall against the bright sky, a testament to the power and wealth that came with the name.As the car slowed, uniformed guards stepped forward and scanned the vehicle before granting them entry. The iron gates swung open, and the driveway stretched endlessly, beautify by perfectly trimmed gardens that exuded an air of endless elegance. At the centre of the grand courtyard, was a large fountain flowed with crystal-clear water, its steady rhythm adding a sense of calm to the imposing surroundings.Ariel inhaled deeply. She had seen wealth before, but this… this was a different level. It was a dynasty. A kingdom built on power, battle and legacy.Her gaze shifted to the two lion statues positioned at the entrance, their sculpted forms froze
Ariel sat at the vanity, staring at her reflection in the mirror. Her reflection staring back at her seemed composed—her skin looked refreshed, her dark circles had disappeared, and her lips carried a natural pink hue, thanks to Maria’s care.But despite her great appearance, the turmoil inside her remained unshakeable.She picked up a brush, applying soft strokes of makeup to her face. She wasn't a fan of make-up, but she knew where she was going, every little details could count. A saga. That’s what today was. A grand, orchestrated display where she had a role to play. A wife. A perfect and presentable woman beside Johny Lucas.But wasn’t that what she signed up for? Of course it was. Her fingers curled around the compact powder as she stared at herself again. For years, she had been a survivor, adapting and molding herself into whatever was needed to protect her son. And now, this was just another way of surviving—one that came with wealth, and a name she barely felt belonged to