The fluorescent lights above hummed faintly, echoing the turmoil in her head. Clara's words kept playing like an awful tune, one that seemed to add a pit to her stomach with each one.She scanned backward across to Clara's cell, where the ex-partner-in-crime lounged like she owned the whole place on a metal cot in the center. Clara hummed a faint little tune and shone with this mischievous glint because she played around with a thread that had slipped loose on the prison-issued uniform. This looks very calm and at ease for the person with absolutely no cards anymore. Dolores had seen the look before it always spelled out trouble.You're thinking too hard, Dolores," Clara said, her voice piercing the silence. "You'll wrinkle your face up."Dolores let out a deep breath and leaned against the wall again, trying to calm herself. "Just wondering how long it'll take before you dig your own grave this time.Clara laughed, the sound echoing mockingly. "You really think I'd be here if I didn'
As the warm chatter filled the Thompson household, Benedict sat at the edge of the dining table, lost in his thoughts. He glanced from time to time to Sabrina as she softly laughed with Wendy and Leslie and his ring that had been kept for so long. The small, velvet box felt safe in the pocket, a silent witness to the promise he had almost made-a promise that, all the mayhem notwithstanding, still burned inside his heart.Benedict's mind whirred with plans. The proposal had to be perfect, a moment that would erase the pain of the past and signal a fresh start for their family. Something intimate, yet unforgettable. He wanted to show Sabrina not just how much he loved her but how much he admired her strength and resilience.As everyone continued to talk, Benedict slipped out of the room unnoticed, walking toward the garden. The cool evening air greeted him as he stepped outside, the soft glow of fairy lights illuminating the space. He glanced around, envisioning how he could transform t
Benedict smiled and slid his arm across her shoulder. "Sharp tongue you have," he said with a grin. "But I promise you, it's going to be a day that you never will forget, either."Leslie leaned back in her chair and grinned. "Well, know this; just for all the planning alone, grand or cozy, it's going to be magic.Wendy added from the window seat where she sat clicking the knitting needles together. "Don't forget, though, I still have that heirloom veil to hand down. It's in our family for generations. It's yours if you want it, Sabrina."Sabrina listened to her grandmother's words, her eyes springing wide in excitement. "Grandma, I'd be honored to wear it," she said in a clear voice, her emotions pouring into every word.She smiled, her eyes twinkling. "It will fit perfectly, my dear. It fitted your mother perfectly too."From the floor, Saben piped up, busily stacking blocks into a precarious tower. "Can I wear a crown at the wedding?" he asked, a stoic mask on his freckled face.Eve
Meanwhile, in the dim recesses of the cell, Clara sat on the side of the chilly metal cot with her mind busy with thoughts of revenge and flight. Her torn arm, crudely slung by the medics, pounded with pain, but her fury eclipsed it. She eyed the small window barred across it, faint moonlight streaming in to send long, unnatural shadows across the walls of the cell.Dolores, her former cellmate, was sitting nearby, watching her every move with a smirk. "So," Dolores drawled, leaning casually against the wall, "how's the grand plan coming along? Still playing the mastermind, Clara?"Clara shot her a venomous glare. "Shut up, Dolores," she snapped. "You don't know anything."Oh, I know plenty," Dolores said, laughing. "Like how every time you think you're untouchable, you end up right back here. Face it, Clara, you're just a small-time player pretending to be the big boss."Clara clenched her fists, nails digging into palms. "You'll see," she hissed through narrow lips, voice low and ve
The soft lunar glow upon the window rained into the bedroom, illuminating the room with silvery rays. Sabrina found herself brushing her hair near the dresser, her thoughts replaying all the joyful events of the day. She saw Benedict enter the room, undoing his tie, unbuttoning his shirt to be some inches open around his neck, and his eyes intently placed on her, softening the lines of his face as they made her heart flump."You are beautiful," he murmured, his voice low and husky.Sabrina put down the brush, smiling. "I am tired," she said, turning to him, "but happy.Benedict drew closer, his hands going around her waist. "You're always beautiful to me," he whispered, sweeping a strand of hair back from her face.His eyes locked onto hers, and the room seemed to shrink. He reached out to cup her cheek, his thumb tracing her jawline. "I meant what I said earlier," he whispered. "You've given me everything—love, a family, hope. I don't know how I got so lucky.".Sabrina moved closer i
He raised his head to feel the cool air hit his cock, and that was when he saw Sabrina lift not only her head but also her chest. She reached up took her tits in her hand and placed them on either side of his cock, then pushed them together completely enveloping his cock. He groaned once more at the sudden softness and warmth of her tits.Pressing her tits firmly around his spit covered cock, Sabrina began to bounce on her legs, sliding her tits up and down his cock with ease. Feeling the warm flesh and movement caused Benedict's groans start to turn into moans, and within a minute or so, his eyes shot open, and he let out a moan of "Fuck I'm gonna cum!"Hearing his exclamation and seeing his body begin to buck, Sabrina let a stream of spit slip from her lips, landing on her chest, then settling into the valley between her tits and providing a bit more lubrication as she continued to tit fuck his hard cock. Just as he had promised a few moments earlier, Benedict started to cum with a
Benedict grinned as her body shuddered around his finger; he thrust it in and out of her a few times, making her moan louder. Much to her protest, he pulled his finger out and moved both his hands to her hips, steadying her before saying, "Ready to get out?"She gritted her teeth and nodded and turned to him, reaching down and grabbing his cock, saying, "Turn the water off and come on."He kissed her and nodded. As she left, he got out and reached over turning off the water the water then leaned over and snagged the towel and began drying himself off. After a few minutes and making sure he wasn't going to drip everywhere, he dropped the towel and started following her, but stopped and turned around in the shower, picking up the vibrator, then walked back into the bedroom where he found Sabrina laying on the bed. As he walked in, she looked up and smiled, "Bout time you got here."He grinned and tossed the vibrator on the bed, and she looked down at it, then back at him as he said, "I
The sunlight filtering through the curtains painted a golden glow in the room. Sabrina shifted, her cheek against Benedict's chest. The steady beat of his heart provided a soothing rhythm beneath her; she felt loved and safe with him.Benedict's fingers lazily etched patterns on her bare shoulder. "Good morning," he whispered softly, low and warm.She looked up at him, her lips curling into a sleepy smile. "Good morning."He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead. His eyes had softened with love. "How was your sleep?""Like a baby," she replied, placing her hand on his heart. "You?"He shook his head. "I didn't want to shut my eyes," he said. "I wanted to look at you."Sabrina smiled, laughing softly. "That's sweet, but you need your rest too."He smiled, his words playful but sincerity laced within them as he looked at her. "I'll rest when I know you'll stay by my side forever."She rolled onto her elbow. Her hair tumbled around her face. "I'm not going anywhere, Benedict. Yo
The echoes of Clara Thompson's last breath still lingered in the air like an etching memory. It had occurred on Saben's birthday—what was supposed to be a day of joy had turned into a night of chaos, fear, and ultimately, closure. Now, in the aftermath, Benedict and Sabrina sat in the quiet of their home, finally undergoing the weight of the past. Benedict stood in the window of their estate, his beautiful home. He looked out the window into the garden where he had once heard the shrill, ringing laughter of children echoing through the halls. Hours ago, Saben blew out the candles on his birthday cake amidst the balloons and smiling faces. And then Clara had appeared. Uninvited. Unwanted. And now she's dead. The woman who had tormented him for years, tearing apart everything he held dear, was finally gone. The End. It should have felt wrong-grief-stricken, even. But all he felt was relief. He breathed slowly, running his hand through his hair. "She's gone," he whispered to himself. "F
Ramos squinted. He digested the picture unfolding before him. His stomach writhed in knots, but not at what he saw here. Rather, it was because of what was inside of him: a searing feeling of betrayal that churned up through his core. He trusted Morales, treated him like a brother. Now, though, his former brother stood before him—a man with blood on his conscience, guilty because he'd torn his oath of protection apart to kill another person.It was then that Ramos' voice pierced the heavy stillness, cold and impassive. "Morales," he said, as if his words carried with them the sentence of an executioner. "You are placed under arrest for having aided and abetted Clara Thompson in her escape and for concealing her whereabouts.Morales didn't blink, didn't budge. His head stayed bent forward, his eyes fixed on Clara's lifeless body as if he could resurrect her with one look. His fingers still grasped the gun, quivering as if they couldn't let go of the cold metal even in the face of inevi
Clara's face curled into something almost dark—unrecognizable."Yes, I do. You don't know what it feels like to be in love that much, have it consume and destroy you. Benedict was the dream, was the future, and then that woman came around and took all of it back."Her lip curled up and curled with contempt."She does not deserve him. She shouldn't even draw the same oxygen as he did."Morales clenched his fists. "And if you do this? So what? They will hunt you. You will have to run for all eternity."Clara moved closer, her voice becoming a snake venom whisper. "That's why you are here, Brother. To protect me. To clear up my mistakes. That's what family does, isn't it?" Clara spoke, her voice dripping with cold resolution.Morales swallowed hard at the sight of her. His little sister-he had no one, really-increasingly sinking into the night."Clara, I'm scared to death of you. I don't want to lose you. For Christ's sake, please … let go of Benedict," he implored, begging her as if sta
The ballroom continued the birthday celebration of Saben. The grand ballroom glowed with a warm golden light, casting over the laughter-filled space. The blue and silver balloons danced near the ceiling as Saben's classmates ran around the superhero-themed decorations, giggling. In the middle of it all stood Saben proudly in his blue suit, the tiny red bowtie slightly askew as he grinned up at his father.Benedict knelt down to fix it. "There. Now you're the handsomest boy in the room," he declared, tousling his son's hair.Saben chuckled at that and peeked over to Sabrina who stood by, her flowing white dress moving across the floor in a graceful elegance as she watches them with absolutely pure adoration in her eyes."You say that all the time, Dad," Saben teased. "Are you sure you're not just saying this because I'm your son?"Benedict grinned. "Absolutely not. You could walk into any room and still be the most handsome kid there."Saben raised an eyebrow in jest. "Even in a room f
Taylor Elite Hotel's grand ballroom became a wonderland for Saben's 8th birthday. Balloons in shades of blue and silver floated near the high ceiling, cascading ribbons adding a playful touch to the elegant space. A massive cake, shaped like a superhero fortress, stood at the center of the buffet table, drawing excited gasps from Saben's classmates.There were giggles in each corner of the room; children running around playing tag near the decorated tables. The room was full of freshly baked pastries and chocolate fountains, and everybody could enjoy such a feast in a view of great-moving music.Saben was dressed in a sharp blue suit with a little red bow tie. He darted across the room, his eyes shining bright with excitement. His energy was infectious. Every few minutes, he would take a friend by the hand, leading them to a different corner of the party, eager to explore everything that his great-grandmother Wendy had prepared.Benedict stood near the entrance, his arm resting on Sab
Delacruz nodded. "We have been monitoring Clara's bank accounts and any possible activity. She has not been using her main account, but we found something else. She accessed an offshore account a few days ago. Small withdrawals, nothing large, but it's enough for her to stay off the radar."Vargas sat forward, his interest piqued. "Could she be preparing something? Something big?""Could be," Delacruz said. "We do not know what exactly she's up to, but that's enough to give me concern. We even tracked her being close to some private jet hangar."Ramos raised his eyebrows. "A jet? She's flying the country?"Possibly, Delacruz answered cautiously, "But she's smart. She could plan here, wait for the right time to make the move."Vargas stood up, the weight of their failure hanging over him. "Then we need to move fast. We can't afford to wait. Every second we lose, she gets closer to whatever it is she's planning."Ramos slammed his hand on the table. "Alright, let's pull everything we've
Clara's eyes turned icy, a fire burning in her chest. "I'll make them regret ever crossing me."He gave her a slow, almost reluctant smile. "Okay then. I'll keep collecting the pieces. But remember, don't go rushing this. If you do, you're walking straight into their hands. Take it slow. Wait for the perfect moment.Clara nodded firmly. "I'm not leaving until I've done what I came for."The man stayed a moment, his eyes furrowed to study her as if trying to read her deeper. "You're not some woman to underestimate. But tread carefully. Those kinds of people don't just fall."Clara said lowly, saying it more to herself than the man. "I'm not afraid of them. They will not know what hit them.He gave her one last glance before he was out the door and leaving, his footsteps echoing down the hallway. Clara stood by the door, gazing after him. The quiet in that room had become deafening, but it wasn't the silence that bothered her. It was the wait.But waiting didn't scare her. Clara knew th
Her mind was already racing ahead, thinking about the next steps. The safe house was just a temporary stop, a place to regroup. She couldn't stay there forever. She needed to plan, to figure out her next move.But one thing was clear. She wouldn't be stopped. Not by anyone.The van veered hard onto a quiet dirt road and down from view, where city eyes and noise wouldn't see. Clara felt her heart ease some but didn't calm at all; it settled and hung inside, weighing against the pain. It cost a great deal to what she was to do. Clara was uncertain whether she had been ready to take that risk of its coming result. Yet, there was no backing down. She could not retreat at this point. She had gotten this far.As the van came to a stop, the man glanced over at her. “You’ve made a dangerous choice, Clara. Don’t forget that.”Clara met his gaze without flinching. “I’ve made my choice. And I’m not going to regret it.”The man sighed, opening the door to the small, dimly lit building in front of
In one swift motion, she lunged forward, swinging the keys in a tight arc toward his face. Morales instinctively ducked, but Clara wasn't aiming for his head-she was aiming for his side, for the pocket where he kept his gun.Keys reached out, Morales grunted in surprise, taking a stumbling backward step. Clara's heart pounded in her chest, her veins full of adrenaline, she did not hesitate to use the moment to her advantage. She pushed herself forward swiftly and dodged around Morales's receding back to make a beeline for the gate.But just as she stretched out to the gate, a strong grasp closed around her arm. Morales regained his balance far quicker than Clara had permitted herself to let herself think."Not so fast, Clara," he snarled, twisting her arm behind her back with a jerk that sent a shock of pain through her shoulder.Clara gritted her teeth, refused to let the pain show. She would not give him the satisfaction of seeing her break. She kicked backward, aiming for his shin,