Dolores merely smiled, seemingly unbothered by the flames burning within Clara's eyes. "You heard me, princess. This time, you are stuck. No plotting, no fleeing. You are no different than the others.Words that stabbed like daggers and made Clara lose her control. Snarling, she attacked Dolores, her fingers scrabbling to grip the prison uniform collar. Chaos erupted in the cell as the two women wrangled, pushing and clawing at each other with ferocity that made echoes all around the block."You know nothing about me!" Clara shouted, her voice racketing off the concrete. "I am not like you am-I better than all of you!"Dolores laughed cruelly, though she was still wrestling to pull Clara away. "Better? You look where you are, you bloody genius! Just another inmate, just another number!"The crunch of fists striking flesh and the shrill scrape of feet across the floor brought guards running. Alarms blared, red lights flashing as the fight escalated. Dolores shoved Clara against a wall
Sabrina giggled and began tapping her pencil against the paper. "I'm a professional—at least in my mind," she said, teasing him. "Anyway, I want this dress to speak of everything that is us: our journey, our love, and my touch. It's not every day that I get to marry the man of my life."Benedict smirked and leaned in closer, his voice dropping into a soft murmur. "I'm honored to be your muse, Mrs. Thompson-to-be.".She blushed, her smile expanding. "You are more than a muse, Benedict. You are everything."Wendy entered the room, her sharp eyes immediately taking in the scene. "What is this? Wedding central?" she quipped, setting down a tray of tea and pastries.Sabrina grinned. She held up the sketch. "I'm designing my wedding dress, Grandma. What do you think?Wendy straightened her glasses and looked at the drawing. It was a stunning design of a beautiful lace-worked silhouette and train. The modest neckline is beautified with beaded ornaments. Timeless and modern, this one was perf
Benedict's icy glare felt like a winter storm, chilling Sabrina to her core. Her heart raced with a mix of fear and heartbreak as she faced him. He was Benedict Thompson, the only heir to the Thompson estates, a man known more for his wild ways than for his business brilliance. At a young age, he became a billionaire and led BMX Estates, a huge architectural firm. Now, he paced angrily in his family’s luxurious living room, each step echoing the thick tension in the air.“Last night, you seduced me,” he spat, his voice sharp and filled with anger. “What trick did you use to make my mother force me into this marriage?”Sabrina welled up with tears, trying to find the right words. She had never seen him like this; in pain and disbelief."I... I didn’t trick you," she stammered, her voice trembling. "I've liked you since we were kids. That’s all."His harsh laugh cut through her, deepening his rage. “You think I would believe that? The wedding, everything—it’s just a trap, isn’t it?”“I’
The next day came, though her feelings had been utterly smashed the night before, the wedding preparations continued on. Sabrina hardly recognised who peered back at her as she sat in the bride's suite: white, pale, tear-rimmed eyes, but still, a beautiful silken cloth hugged her body, soft curls framed her face.Her mother, Leila, entered and sat beside her. Her face etched with despair."Sabrina dear," she whispered softly, "do you really want to do this? You don't have to do this."Sabrina shook her head. New tears formed in her eyes. "Mom, what am I suppose to do?" she whispered in a barely audible voice, her voice barely above a whisper, quivering with uncertainty. "I love him, but he…. He hates me."The burden of her heart pressure weighed upon her chest so heavily that it became unbearable to breathe. She felt lost and scared, like standing at a crossroads with no signs guiding her.Then her eyes questioned her mother to seek solace as well as find answers that seemed really too
Locked with fury in her eyes, Teresa gripped Benedict's arm tightly with her fingernails digging deep into his skin. He was in the middle of an idle conversation with his friends, and the force of his mother's yank thrust him back into harsh reality. The smile dropped off his face, replaced by irritation."Turn around now and go back to Sabrina!" Teresa hissed to his face, her voice low but full of a venom that brought him up short. "This is your wedding! You're supposed to be with your wife, not out here screwing like some irresponsible idiot! Do you have any idea how embarrassing this is? How much shame you're bringing to our family?fix this Now!"She snapped her eyes to his with a warning so sharp he felt a jolt of anger-cum-tethers him to the moment. She wasn't letting this slide past. She gave one last withering glare to ensure the point had been wholly impressed, then turned and stormed off, heels clicking impatiently on the marble floor.Benedict clenched his teeth, pinioned and
As the applause subsided and guests resumed their own conversations, Benedict didn't hesitate to pull Sabrina aside. The phony smile he'd donned during their dance was gone within an instant, exchanged for a look of icy indifference. They stepped out of the ballroom, away from the crowd, and into a quiet corner of the reception hall. No warning, of course-just leaned and caught her by the arm, his fingers digging into her skin as he turned her to face him."You succeeded," Benedict spat, voice low but full of venom. "You managed to marry me, but don't for one second believe you'll ever have my heart.".She felt her eyes grow wide with the bitterness in his tone. Now she knew that he did not love her. But this was different-he said it all. On their wedding day, too. A sick feeling was in her belly as tears threatened to well up inside her once again. She bit down hard on her lip and kept them from falling."I don't love you," he continued, his eyes dark and unfeeling. "And I will never
Sabrina stood as a statue in the dim lit hall, her heart a racing and tears flowing ceaselessly down her cheeks. His curt words kept ringing in her ear; each syllable in his speech a burning hole reminding her of the schism between them. She slapped her hands on her chest, trying to hold herself inside."I will never have his heart," she whispered to herself, feeling the weight of his rejection settle heavily on her shoulders. "What did I expect? That love would conquer all?"That reality struck her like a chilly wave. The man with whom she had wished to spend all of life had just crushed all those hopes into pieces with a few brutal words. Wiping away tears, she heard the approach of footsteps.It was Teresa-the mother-in-law-whose expression seemed both full of concern and disappointment. "Sabrina? Okay?"Sabrina smiled, though it felt like shards of glass were lodged in her throat. "I'm fine, just. tired."Teresa narrowed her eyes. She didn't believe it. "You don't look fine. Where
And so she'd walked away, his words stabbing her ears as they struck home."You think you can just waltz in here and play like you're good enough to have my love? You'll never have it, Sabrina," he had sneered, the disgust spewing from him like acid that cut into her heart. Every step was hard as she moved through the grand house now that had become a cage of gilded bars and memories bitter with the poison of anger.She was lost in this world he created, full of resentment and anger. "Why even bother?" he had shouted at her, his face distorted in rage as she tried to reach out to him. "You're just a reminder of everything I hate about my life!"Yet still, she gave in . Deep down, there was still some love from her side of his body that seemed mutually less, but still true love between two souls. She had still not given up. Still catching for breath, "I'm not giving up on you," she could still stare at tear-stained mascara and tears, and hurt etched upon her face staring back from the
Sabrina giggled and began tapping her pencil against the paper. "I'm a professional—at least in my mind," she said, teasing him. "Anyway, I want this dress to speak of everything that is us: our journey, our love, and my touch. It's not every day that I get to marry the man of my life."Benedict smirked and leaned in closer, his voice dropping into a soft murmur. "I'm honored to be your muse, Mrs. Thompson-to-be.".She blushed, her smile expanding. "You are more than a muse, Benedict. You are everything."Wendy entered the room, her sharp eyes immediately taking in the scene. "What is this? Wedding central?" she quipped, setting down a tray of tea and pastries.Sabrina grinned. She held up the sketch. "I'm designing my wedding dress, Grandma. What do you think?Wendy straightened her glasses and looked at the drawing. It was a stunning design of a beautiful lace-worked silhouette and train. The modest neckline is beautified with beaded ornaments. Timeless and modern, this one was perf
Dolores merely smiled, seemingly unbothered by the flames burning within Clara's eyes. "You heard me, princess. This time, you are stuck. No plotting, no fleeing. You are no different than the others.Words that stabbed like daggers and made Clara lose her control. Snarling, she attacked Dolores, her fingers scrabbling to grip the prison uniform collar. Chaos erupted in the cell as the two women wrangled, pushing and clawing at each other with ferocity that made echoes all around the block."You know nothing about me!" Clara shouted, her voice racketing off the concrete. "I am not like you am-I better than all of you!"Dolores laughed cruelly, though she was still wrestling to pull Clara away. "Better? You look where you are, you bloody genius! Just another inmate, just another number!"The crunch of fists striking flesh and the shrill scrape of feet across the floor brought guards running. Alarms blared, red lights flashing as the fight escalated. Dolores shoved Clara against a wall
Their sweet exchange was cut short by Saben's yell from inside the house. "Mommy! Daddy! Can we play outside now?" Benedict chuckled, his hand resting on the small of Sabrina's back as they turned to head toward the house. "Duty calls," he grinned.Sabrina laughed, drying her eyes rapidly before they turned back inside. "Coming, buddy!".The rest of the morning was filled with playful chaos as Saben ran circles around the garden, his parents chasing after him with mock-seriousness. Wendy and Leslie sat on the porch, sipping tea and sharing stories, while Teresa snapped pictures of the playful trio.At one point, Saben flopped down on the grass, breathless but giggling. “You’re too slow, Daddy!” he teased."Oh, is that so?" Benedict said with a mock scowl, crouching down beside him. "I'll show you slow!" And he plunged forward, scooping Saben into his arms and twirling him around while the little boy laughed in shrieking delight.Sabrina watched them, her heart full to bursting, her sm
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
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
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
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
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
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