The lies were vicious but gained currency quickly; soon an onslaught by trolls online threatened Sabrina's character. Sabrina wanted to and tried to tune out some of the comments, not easy. One evening, tearing through her phone, it brought tears to her eyes; Benedict found her in the living room tightly clutching her device: "Don't read that crap," he took the phone from her face. "None of that is ever true." "I know," Sabrina whispered, her voice trembling. "But it still hurts.". Benedict pulled her into his arms, holding her close. “We’ll get through this, Sabrina. Together.”Despite Clara’s relentless efforts, Benedict and Sabrina refused to crumble under the weight of her schemes. Each attack only solidified their resolve to protect their family. Late-night conversations, whispered promises, and shared moments with Saben began to fill the cracks in their fractured relationship. Benedict was no longer the man Sabrina had known once. He had transformed into a devoted father and man
As Clara stormed out, defeated, Sabrina turned to Benedict. She saw, for the first time, not the man who had hurt her but the man who had grown-a man who was willing to fight, to change, and to put his family above everything else. His transformation was undeniable, and in his eyes, she saw sincerity and regret mingled with hope. For a moment, the weight of their shared past pressed down on her chest, but alongside it came a newfound lightness. She didn't fully trust him yet, but she couldn't deny the shift in her heart.The walls she had built so carefully were beginning to crumble—not in an explosion of emotion, but in slow, deliberate cracks that allowed just enough room for forgiveness to seep through. He looked into her, his expression relaxing. "Sabrina," he murmured softly, coming closer. "Thank you for sticking up for me out there. I know that was no easy feat." "Yes,Sabrina." she said in barely audible tones, her voice strained with emotion. "But it wasn't just about you. It
But even as regret flickered in her heart, Clara's pride refused to let her admit defeat. Every failure only fueled her desperation, and her obsession with Benedict and Sabrina grew darker. If she couldn't have Benedict, then she would ensure he couldn't be happy with Sabrina. She planned something ugly in her mind to spoil the fragile peace. Her hatred was a clouding judgment that she convinced herself that she had nothing left to lose.Sabrina and Saben became the obstacles on her path to vengeance, and she intended to remove them. Week after week passed since Clara stalked Sabrina, Benedict, and Saben, watching their daily habits through school drop-offs, a family outing, seeing him chuckle with Saben and hold Sabrina's hand. The sight alone inflamed her blood with those moments. It wasn't envy; it was something within herself-a sore that she could never seem to let heal. One evening, Clara sat in her dimly lit apartment, pouring over photos she had secretly taken. Images of the ha
That evening, as they went back in the house, Benedict extended his hand toward Sabrina. She was hesitant for that moment, between uncertainty and hope, and then let her fingers intertwine with his. But warmth of his touch sent down shivers on her spine, reviving long buried feelings. The house was silent, the only sounds coming from the refrigerator humming in the kitchen and the gentle patter of Saben playing with his toys in the living room. Benedict looked into Sabrina's eyes; they were filled with warmth. "Thanks for trusting me today," he whispered softly."I know it's not easy."Sabrina sat there in silence, feeling the full weight of his words. She just looked at their joined hands and felt this nostalgic feeling. She was reminiscing about the early days when they were together and their relationship so carefree and easygoing. It included all of the laughter and whispering promises but how he looked at her as if she was the world. "Benedict," she started, her voice breaking."I
"Everyone has a breaking point," she said to herself, a fierce determination in her voice. "And I’ll find theirs. With a steadying breath, she reached for her phone and dialed a number she hadn’t called in years.When someone finally picked up, she spoke in a chilling, calculated tone. "I need your help," she said. "It's personal, and I'm willing to pay—no questions asked." Then, there was a silence before the voice responded with, "What are you looking for?" Clara's obsession had finally peaked and had reached its dangerous point where all the calculated moves were going into desperation. She was storming around her apartment, with her anger barely under control. Her fingers tapped out on her phone as she scrolled through contacts with fury. "I need someone ruthless," she whispered to herself, narrowing her eyes at the number. Dialing fast, she tapped her foot impatiently. When the line clicked, a gruff voice answered, "Who is this?""It's Clara Hemp," she said coldly. "I have a job f
One evening, when the setting sun painted the sky with soft hues of orange and pink, Benedict realized it was time to do something more to prove himself to Sabrina. Though he had been patient in giving her space, as she needed it, he felt the load of time. He wanted her to know that this was not a joke; he had serious intentions about them-that is, rebuilding their family. He fussed in front of the mirror over the knotting of his tie. Tonight had to be flawless; tonight was only one stop on the journey for that future he was setting to build with her.He took a deep breath and checked his time; his message was sent-simple as could be: "Would you go on a date with me? A real one this time. Just the two of us. I'll take care of everything. Sabrina’s response came a few minutes later: “Okay, Benedict. I’ll be there.” The thrill of anticipation coursed through him. It wasn’t just another dinner or a casual outing. This was his chance to show her that he was committed to more than just bei
Clara paced up and down in the faintly lit warehouse, with her heels clicking on cold concrete. The place smelled wet and oily, and an erratic light above cast fearful shadows on the walls.Standing around her were the men she had hired-tough, rough-looking fellows who asked no questions but cared about the money she promised.She stopped, glaring at them with the intensity of a woman scorned. "Do you all understand the plan?" she demanded, her voice sharp and commanding.One of the men nodded, a burly fellow with a scar running down his cheek. "Yeah. We grab the kid during his playtime at the park tomorrow. No witnesses, no mistakes."Clara narrowed her eyes, stepping closer to him. “Good. But let me be very clear—this is not a game. That child is the key to my revenge. Do not fail me.”The man smirked, seemingly unfazed by her threatening tone. “Don’t worry, lady. We’ve done this before.”Clara turned away, her mind racing with thoughts of vengeance. For years, she had been consumed
Benedict heard her cry and turned around to see the scene unfolding. His blood ran cold, and without hesitation, he bolted toward the van."Let him go!" Sabrina shouted, tears falling down her face as she stretched for her son.Benedict tackled Scarface, throwing a punch that sent the man backward. But the wiry man pushed Saben into the van and jumped in after him. The engine roared to life and sped away leaving Benedict and Sabrina behind, destroyed."No!" Sabrina fell on her knees weeping.Benedict pulled her into his arms, his own face pale with anguish. “We’ll get him back,” he said, his voice trembling but resolute. “I swear, Sabrina, we’ll get our son back.”Please tell me!" she was crying, clutching at Benedict as great sobs shook her. She felt as though some tremendous hammer had hit her on the chest, breathed out her breath, shattered her. "He is only a little boy," she moaned. "What if they harm him? What if—"They won't," Benedict interrupted firmly, though his own voice fa
Penelope burst out laughing. Tears flowed as she gushed, "I swear this will be the most entertaining wedding ever."The city lights twinkled like fallen stars and a cool breeze wrapped them like an embrace from the other side of existence. Here, on the balcony, the world was quiet. It seemed as if time slowed down just for them.Sabrina snuggled into the chest of Benedict, feeling his steady heartbeat beneath her cheek. "Not wedding time again already," she groaned.Benedict held her tighter in his embrace, his chin settled against her shoulder. "Scared?"No, not a bit of that. She knew exactly where she was and precisely what was expected of her.He turned her about, encasing her face in his palms, and his warm blue eyes searched hers. "You're everything I never knew I needed, Sabrina. And I promise, I'll spend the rest of my life making sure you never regret choosing me."Rivulets of tears welled up in her eyes, and her heart filled with love for this perfect man. "I never will, Ben
It was a night of excitement in the big hall of the estate as the family and friends gathered for the rehearsal of the wedding. The chandeliers shone with good warmth to brighten up the room, and the elegant faces of all the ceremony participants were gleaming with anticipation.Sabrina shifted near the door, fidgeting with her earring. "Do we really have to do this walking practice? Come on, I've been walking for years now, she muttered to herself.Benedict laughed and wrapped an arm around her waist. "Love, it's not just walking. It's walking toward me, as my bride. Big difference."She rolled her eyes and still managed a smile. "You just want to find a reason to look at me.""Absolutely," he admitted without hesitation, smirking.Saben, their five-year-old son, bounced excitedly in front of them, clutching a small velvet pillow. "Mommy! Daddy! I’m the ring guy!"Teresa, the mother of Benedict, wore a lovely blue dress and leaned forward to smile at her grandson. "Ah, yes, little pr
He nodded. "Back when everything was crazy, I used to come here sometimes to think. And all I could think of was you, making you mine in every possible way. I would see myself standing right here, waiting for you, when you were to walk down that aisle promising love for evermore."The girl's eyes welled with tears.He fished a small box out from his pocket, opened it and revealed the loveliest of gold bangles."I know we already have rings, but I wanted to give you something else - something that speaks of how much I love you every day."Sabrina brought her hand over her mouth. Emotion filled her. "Benedict… it is beautiful."He buckled it around her wrist. His lips landed softly inside her palm. "Just like you."The tears fell along her cheeks but were joyful - the tears of a woman who found everything she had ever dreamt.She flung her arms around his neck, holding him tight. "I love you so much."Benedict wound his arms about her, whispering softly into her hair. "And I'll spend th
Morning sunbeam crept through the drapes, which filtered the brightness of the sunlight, casting an ethereal gold on the bodies entwined in each other's arms. The warmth from the previous night clung on, reminding him of the love they shared-a passion that runs deep. Sabrina lay across Benedict's chest, her head rising and falling with the slow cadence of his breathing. His arms grasped her almost possessively as if even while asleep, he could not resist letting her go.The world outside seemed to fade away—until the soft, insistent knocking at the bedroom door shattered their peaceful slumber."Mommy! Daddy!" Saben’s little voice called from the other side of the door. "Wake up! I’m hungry!"Sabrina’s eyes widened as reality came crashing back. She gasped, her hands instinctively pulling the covers up to her chest.Benedict groaned, tightening his hold around her. "Tell him to wait," he muttered drowsily. "I need at least five more minutes with you."Sabrina slapped his arm gently. "
"Cum, pretty girl. Do you like riding my hard cock? You do, don't you? I want to feel you cum on my cock." His fingers on my nipple become more forceful. "How is it? Let me know how much you want my cock inside you." I moan louder and my thrusts become more urgent. His hands reach my hips to stabilize me."Play with your breasts for me. I want to see you pleasure yourself. Make yourself cum for me." My hands roam to my breasts and I fondle them tenderly while Benedict sits there watching. My fingers find the nipples and rotate them in my hands, forward and backward motion, until increasing the pressure to a considerable sharpness. This is as if the noise of my body had reached an unbelievable level when feeling a deep rolling pleasure. I start grinding my hips into his furiously, feeling the orgasm wash over me.A deep, warm lethargic feeling seeps into my bones as I lower myself down onto Benedict's chest. I place little kisses all over while I let him feel the involuntary orgasmic
"Benedict!!!". I gasp out his name. "Hmmm?" he hums in answer, his tongue never stopping. "Benedict, suck my clit," I close my eyes tightly. His tongue grazes my clit before he ever responds, causing my legs to suddenly jerk. "All you ever have to do is ask." His lips close around my swollen clit and he sucks gently. I practically levitate off the bed, shouting his name.He inserts two fingers inside and slowly pumps them in and out. Now it's his turn to moan in appreciation as my pussy floods onto his hands and mouth. It seems to last forever; I'm just on the edge and it feels too good to be real! I cannot lie still, my legs thrash about and he must pin me down as he sucks softly and licks his tongue over my hot, swollen clit. I squeal a little when he sucks hard, and then I am cumming. My legs clench together, and I spasm on his hands and mouth, shuddering and shivering and emitting small contented purrs. He crawls up over me, and I wrap my arms around him, pulling him close to me
Michael sucks hard, then nips gently. it's driving me mad when he pauses and leans across my face. I draw my hand forward and cup his cheek lightly. When I've steadied a little, he asks, "Anywhere else?"I just glance at him, and he clears the cover off the bed, fully exposing my body. His right hand weaves in my hair as he comes in close for another kiss while his left hand hoists my gown. His hot palm feels wonderful against the cool air as he places it directly above my panty line."Nowhere else? Are you sure?" he teases me. His eyes twinkle when I raise my hips in silent appeal. "Come on," he coaxes, wanting to hear me say it. His hand caresses across the crest of my pelvis, almost there! I pull his head close to my lips and kiss his ear, then whisper hotly, "Please." My tongue darts into his ear and his hips thrust forward, letting me feel that delicious hardness pressed tightly into my hip. "Mmmm, please what, pretty girl?" his hand continues in slow, lazy circles right abo
She smiled against his lips, her hand resting over his. "I've always been yours, Benedict."A loud honk from the car behind them made Benedict groan in frustration as he reluctantly pulled away. "Damn impatient drivers ruining my romantic moment."Sabrina giggled, squeezing his hand playfully. "Patience, love. We have forever."He let out a dramatic sigh of breath and shook his head as he kept on driving. "Forever is too far away, yet. If I had my way, I'd marry you tonight."Sabrina playfully feigned offense. "What about my dress? My veil? The wedding we just spent all day planning?"He smirked. "Fine, you win. But don't be surprised if I drag you out of the reception early to get started on our honeymoon."Her cheeks went pink enough to glow. She bit back her lip and exclaimed, "Benedict Thompson, you're impossible."He grinned, winking. "And you adore me."Sabrina let out a soft burble, relaxed her head on the seat back and said in eyes that struggled to stay awake, "I do. Truly, t
She showed sample wedding invitations then."Do you want it old-fashioned with gold foiling? Or modern, saying something special?"Sabrina ran her fingers over the elegant wedding invitations, loving all the details. "I want the calligraphy kind, soft floral designs, and in gold accents."Benedict smirked. "Whatever makes her happy."Sabrina looked at Eliza. "As for the guest list, we want something small and intimate—just close family and friends."Eliza nodded. "That's perfect. How many guests are you thinking?"Benedict replied, "Maybe around fifty to seventy people. We want it personal, not a grand social event."Eliza smiled. "That's a beautiful choice. A wedding should be about love, not spectacle."Sabrina's heart was warm. Everything was finally falling into place.The changing lines accurately reflect both the state's social engineering technologies and your own inner struggles. "Exactly. We don't need over the top. Just an intimate wedding with people we love."Eliza, their