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"Then hurry it up," Benedict cut him off. "I expect results."Sabrina stayed in her home office amidst supportive notes left by her closest friends and employees who would not allow the rumors to define who she was. Amidst all the chaos, a hurt part of her felt attacked that so many others can judge her quickly. In a lavish café across the city, Clara sipped her coffee, scrolling through the trending hashtags with a satisfied smirk. Every post, every comment, every share was a victory.“They thought they could have everything,” she muttered to herself. “But happiness like theirs doesn’t last. Not when I’m watching.”Her phone buzzed with a message from Shadow.Shadow: Phase One is successful. Ready for Phase Two?Clara's smile opened wider. She typed one word back: Clara: K Continue Benedict and Sabrina were no longer able to escape the bright glare of the public's attention. Wherever they went, cameras and microphones followed. News anchors camped outside their home, reporters tr
The air was charged with tension as Benedict stepped into the conference room. The room buzzed with reporters, their voices a murmur of anticipation. Flashes from cameras created a staccato rhythm, illuminating the polished wood of the podium. Sabrina clutched his hand tightly, her knuckles white. She glanced at him, her hazel eyes swimming with both fear and determination."You ready?" she whispered.He nodded, jaw gritted. "We have it."Behind them, silent but stern, stood the commanding figure of Wendy Taylor. Beside her sat Saben, his toy car in restless hands, a peaceful child with no notion how serious things were.He stepped up to the podium. His eyes passed over the tide of faces before him and the noise was muted when the room took its breath collectively. Deep and resonant, Benedict's voice came forward from its silence."Good morning. Over the last few weeks, my family and I have been victim to vicious lies that intend to destroy everything we've worked for and hold dear. To
His words hung in the air, making her chest tighten. She moved closer and gently placed a hand on his arm. "Protecting us doesn't mean shutting me out, Benedict."He jerked back, his fingers raking his hair as he grew angsty. "You just don't get it, he whispered, his voice cracking apart. "If I opened my gates and let you inside how much this breaks me; what would then become of me? What sort of husband? What kind of father?Sabrina felt tears welling up in her eyes, but she held them back. “I want someone real,” she said quietly. “Someone who doesn’t have to go through life all by themselves.”He froze at her words, his back to her, his posture rigid. "I can't fail you," he whispered, so quietly she almost didn't hear him.She took a breath, her voice steady despite her wish. "It's not about you not being perfect, Benedict; it's about standing alongside you during the good and during the bad. I don't want to watch you carrying the weight until it is crushing."He shuddered, and she wa
Benedict closed Saben's door quietly, not wanting to make any noise. Sabrina was still smiling at him with this little heart swelling at seeing her child being so tenderly cared for by him. They both smiled and looked at each other to show that they were relieved Saben finally slept after all that commotion in the day. And then they walked down that hallway hand in hand down to Sabrina's room. The house was quiet, the muffled hum of distant rain the only sound as they stepped inside. Sabrina turned on the small lamp, its warm glow filling the room. She sat on the bed, on the side. She was exhausted from everything that happened. Benedict was standing there for a minute or so, when he unbuttoned his jacket and began to loosen the tie as if to undo the tension in the air. Sabrina watched him, her brow furrowed in concern. “You should get some rest,” she said softly, her voice carrying an undercurrent of worry. “You’ve been carrying so much today.”Benedict shook his head, his jaw tight
Benedict gave a quiet "Hmmmm," and lightly slid a finger between her now wet lips, across her clit and back up between her lips again.He then brought his finger up to his nose, and deeply inhaled her scent."Ohhhh, I love how you smell Sabrina." He then stuck his finger into his mouth and sucked her juices off. "And I love how you taste even more." Benedict added.Then he went right back to massaging her ass."Nooooo, I want your fingers inside me. You are such a tease!" Protested Sabrina.A moment later Benedict put his hands on each cheek and gave a slight shake. Both cheeks jiggled and swayed. It was so simple and almost silly for Benedict, but it was so sexy to see her ass shake and brought him such child-like joy. He then leaned down and gave each cheek a light kiss. Then he spread them apart, showing off her beautiful starfish. He leaned down again and gave her asshole a soft, but broad lick and then a kiss.This brought an immediate reaction from Sabrina. "Mmmmm I like where th
"How bout I give you just a teaser? Just a sample?" Benedict replied"Nooooo!" Said Sabrina, "I need it all."Benedict smiled and responded with, "How about you get what I give you and you don't complain?" "Mmmmm, yes, Daddy, give me what I deserve." Was all Sabrina could get out before Benedict slid the full length of his cock; from tip to base, against her clit, cause her to draw in a deep breath of pleasure. "Ohhhhhh yes, I need more of that!" She moaned. Then Benedict slid back and began to kiss all around her bald pubic mound. Down the inside of her leg and closer and closer to her hot, wetness, until he finally made first contact. He breathed in her scent deeply and just the feel of his hot breath exhaling on her wet lips made her moan."Ohhhh yes, lick me, suck my clit. Please Daddy, put your mouth all over my cunt!" Sabrina said.Benedict couldn't hold himself and gave a soft, broad lick of her slick lips, savoring her taste. He did this again, but deeper and using a curved
Sabrina cried out, "Ohhhh fuck yes! Fuck me hard Benedict! Fuck my dirty little cunt!"And Benedict did just that. He fucked her hard and fast."You like me fucking you like this don't you?" Benedict asked breathlessly"Oh yes! I love when you fuck me hard! My pussy needs this! I need this! Don't you dare stop!" Sabrina moanedBenedict hooked his leg over hers for more leverage and gripped her harder. He didn't think he could get any deeper, but it felt like he was. Deep and hard he thrusted into her. Both of them panting like they were running a 1000 yard sprint."I can't wait to fill you with my cum and lets make a girl." Benedict breathed into her ear.Benedict reached out and found his hand on Sabrina's breast. Her nipple was hard as a rock. He pinched it firmly. It was enough to send Sabrina over the edge. She was whimpering and crying out. A hand frantically grabbed into Benedict's thigh and dug in deep, and her other one went to cover her mouth, hoping to stifle her cries of ple
Next morning, sun streamed through windows across the house to warm with its bright shine. There, an invitation through newly freshly brewed coffee spread around the fragrance as Sabrina padded silently into the living room while her hand lingered in the spot near her neck where Benedict had kissed it overnight. There stood her little son Saben giggling as Wendy was playing around him on the rug; she was chasing him all over around there pretending to be a lion. The front door opened, and Teresa, Benedict's mother, strode in, carrying a basket of freshly baked pastries. Her sharp eyes immediately took in the scene: Saben laughing, Wendy crawling on all fours, and Sabrina with a blush that seemed a little too deep for a casual morning.“Oh, there’s my little angel!” Teresa exclaimed, placing the basket down and swooping in to kiss Saben on the forehead. “You’re growing so fast, my darling.” Then her eyes flicked toward the hallway, where Benedict emerged, still tugging on his shirt and
She hated the way he said it—like he was so sure she would lose. Like he was so sure he would win.Not on your life.Eliana grabbed her phone and dialed in a rush."Mark. Summon an emergency meeting of the design and logistics staff. Now. I want all department heads there in thirty minutes.""As you command, ma'am," Mark replied sharply.She would not let Nathaniel Harper destroy all she had built.Not now.Not ever.Thirty Minutes Later – Conference RoomEliana flung open the door, her mere arrival commanding everyone's attention who sat at the long glass table.“I assume you’ve all heard about the recent ‘technical difficulties’ in our design department,” she began, her voice sharp and clipped.The team exchanged nervous glances."Yes, Ms. Thompson," one of the older designers answered cautiously. "The system crash destroyed a number of design drafts and corrupted others. We've been trying to—""I don't want to hear excuses," Eliana interrupted, her gaze flashing. "I want answers."
11:47 PM – Sabrina Ultra HeadquartersEliana slumped over in the dark design room, exhaustion gnawing at her body. The glowing screens reflected off her face as she strived to recreate every minute detail of the ruined designs.She would not allow Nathaniel Harper to win.She had spent hours undoing the damage. Making calls to suppliers. Conducting meetings with designers. Keeping the Sabrina Ultra Worldwide Collection perfect as the legend that everyone knew.Everything mattered.Her mother's honor hung in the balance. And better than that—her own credibility.Eliana rubbed her temples, telling herself to stay focused. The battle was far from lost.Then her phone vibrated.She breathed deeply, knowing even before a glance who stood on the other end.Mom.With a weary groan, she answered."Eliana Hope Thompson, where are you?!"She flinched at the full-name treatment. Her mother only employed that when she was angry—or concerned."I'm at the office, Mom."A curt pause. Then:"At this
A few weeks from now. Eliana stepped into Sabrina Ultra's high-ceilinged, sleek design studio, her heels clicking briskly on the marble floor. The whole department was in a sunny hum.Gridded ranks of seated designers, seamstresses, and textile specialists were bent over drawings and swatches of fabric, their faces lighting with imagination.This was her war zone.This was where Sabrina Ultra would carve its niche in the international arena.As she approached the lead designer, Amara Vasquez, a tall woman with an elegant presence and decades of experience, she felt a swell of pride. This was the dream she was building."Ms. Thompson," Amara said with a nod. "All is set for the global launch. The designs are done, and we're waiting for the final quality inspection before we send them to production."Eliana smiled. "Show me what we have."Amara gestured with her hand towards the giant glass table centering the room, where the most desirable, high-end items were displayed. The new Sabrina
The following day.Tension hung heavy in the boardroom.Eliana remained seated in one of the chairs by the very long, polished mahogany table, her clenched fingers tightened together in a small fist. Nathaniel Harper stretched out in front of her, an exasperating blend of relaxation and restraint.They had been here on the first day of something that neither of them had wanted but had to tolerate nonetheless.Sabrina Ultra and Harper Global directors sat in chairs surrounding them, patiently waiting.Eliana pulled her shoulders back. She was not going to let him have the upper hand.Nathaniel's smile broadened. "Shall we begin, Princess?"Her jaw hardened. "Let me clarify something for you, Harper. We are not friends. We are not friends. We are not friends." She slowly emphasized the final word, her rage blazing from her eyes so that Nathaniel's smile creased further.Nathaniel's smile spread wider. "Whatever it is that lets you sleep better at night."Eliana ignored him and turned to
Eliana stepped out of her car and walked through the grand door of the Thompson compound, a sense of exhaustion over her shoulders. The meeting had tested all of her patience and control, and now she found herself confronted by another battle—the one within the house.She had barely walked into the living room when she heard her father's voice."Tell me I misheard, Eliana."Her head lifted to see her parents, Sabrina and Benedict, along with her eldest brother, Saben, waiting for her. Their faces were unreadable, but their stiff postures and the tension in the air told her everything she needed to know.Her mother was the first to speak, her sharp brown eyes narrowing. "You’re collaborating with Nathaniel Harper?"Eliana breathed in deeply. "I wouldn't say it was a collaboration. More of… a business arrangement."Benedict emitted a rough laugh, his head shaking. "A business arrangement? With him? Of all people?"Saben moved forward, his face grim. "Are you crazy, Eliana?"Eliana gritt
The instant Eliana entered the Sabrina Ultra boardroom the following morning, she felt the burden of the glares. Some were hopeful, some were cautious, and some, such as the in-your-face Jonathan Fields-one of the longest-serving board members-were downright hostile. She had scarcely sat down at the head of the table when he had his mouth going, speaking in a condescending tone."Miss Thompson, I'm not going to sugarcoat anything.". Your fellow board members have serious concerns about whether you have what it takes to head this company."Eliana restrained a sigh. Of course. Here we go. She put aside her tablet, putting her hands together on the table. "And what are those concerns, Mr. Fields?"Jonathan snorted. "Experience. You've never run a company in your life. You've never negotiated high-stakes deals or managed corporate disasters. Why in the world would you think you can occupy that seat?"Eliana smiled coolly. "Because my mother does. And if the woman who constructed this empi
The high-ceilinged conference room of Sabrina Ultra was heavy with tension. The firm's strongest board members occupied the gleaming, mahogany table, their eyes keen and critical as they examined the young woman before them.Eliana Hope Thompson.Daughter of Benedict Thompson and Sabrina Auburn, heiress to one of the largest luxury brands in the nation.But was she really up to it?That was the question hanging over all of us like a sword in the air waiting to descend.Sabrina was quietly tall and statuesque, standing beside her daughter, whose anger, like the swirling tongues of fire, raged left and right, backward and forward, across her face. "Ladies and gentlemen, we are today at the turning point for Sabrina Ultra. You all know I have been the head of this company for many decades, and I have taken it to what it stands now. Today is the day, however, to bring in the future. The future of the company—the future leader—is my daughter, Eliana Hope Thompson."Murmurs spread among boa
Eliana sat cramped in the back of the family's luxury vehicle, her arms crossed as she stared out the window. Lights from the city whizzed by, but her mind was taken up with the one thing—Nathaniel Harper.That egotistical, condescending asshole.He believed she was fragile. He believed she would break beneath the strain.She gripped her fists.Let him believe that. For when the moment arrived, she would show him—and everyone else—otherwise.As the vehicle arrived at the Thompson Estate, Benedict stepped out first, his stance stiff. Saben got out next, looking at his sister before heaving a sigh."Eliana," he grumbled, shaking his head. "I recognize that expression. Don't be foolish."She got out, her heels clicking on the ground. "Define foolish.""Taking on Nathaniel Harper without a clear plan," Saben retorted. "He's not some entitled rich kid pretending to be a businessman. He's merciless, and he doesn't lose."Eliana smiled. "Neither do I."Benedict spun round, his face impassiv
Saben paced a vexed hand through his hair. "This is no laughing matter, Eliana! I'm warning you, stay away from him. Don't let your defenses down. Don't trust him."Eliana's eyes flashed with mutiny. "I never said I trusted him. But I'm not going to hide from him either.""You should," Saben bit out. "For your own safety."She didn't know what to say before someone else interjected."Well, well. Talking about me behind my back already?"Both of the kids spun around.There, leaning against a marble column, was Nathaniel Harper.They were crinkled with amusement, furrowed at the edges, a broad smile spreading from his mouth. "I didn't know I'd impressed you that much Eliana."Saben bristled immediately, standing watch over Eliana. "What in the devil are you still doing hanging around here?"Nathaniel took a slow drink of his whiskey."I was leaving, but someone called out my name. Figured I'd stay for a little while."Eliana stood around Saben, planted firmly in front of Nathaniel. "You'