Turning back to the car and reviewing all the steps in his head once again, he could not help but look her way. How had he let her go? How could he have been so blind to everything she brought and all the love she showed him? The yearning for the creation of an empire had snatched from him the desire to prove himself to this world, making him forget one thing that meant the whole world to him: her. He remembered how she used to smile at him, full of hope and faith, even though he had been cold and unmoved; pushing her away was exactly what he did when she needed him most. Benedict realized that ambition was the mask he wore to hide from his vulnerabilities. Yet, it had been this shield with which he lost everything: Sabrina, his values, and now the company. As he opened the door and drove off to the office, a shiver ran through him. But it wasn't just the loss of a woman; it was a part of himself that he had lost. He was going to fight back for everything that was still there: the
Benedict sat alone in his dimly lit office, heavy silence pressing into him like a weight. He rubbed a hand over his hair as he sat there weighing his reality. His company was once an empire, stretching tall and proud, built from the ground up. It was now on the verge of collapse. Left his board members' embezzlement had left his company drowning in debt, and with the forged accounts now exposed, investors were rapidly pulling their support. Every report, every statement he reviewed seemed to confirm the worst. His chair squeaked with a soft protest as he leaned back and stared blankly at the ceiling.. No one ever knew his thoughts for himself. But in a situation like this, when frustration boiled in his stomach, people only heard his groans and cursing. The door to his office creaked open then. He turned to Elena, his trusted assistant, who stood in the doorway with worried eyes on her face. "Mr. Thompson," she started softly but with determination, "we need to talk about tomorrow's
Elena's hand paused over her notepad, and she looked up, a flicker of surprise crossing her usually even face. "Find…Sabrina?" she repeated, her tone careful."Yes," Benedict said, his voice firmer than before. "It's time I confronted what I've done—what I've lost." He paused, collecting his thoughts. "She deserves to know what's going on here. And…she deserves an apology."Elena scrutinized him; she could feel the weight in his voice. It was a different Benedict - one she hardly ever saw - shedding off armor."Understood, Mr. Thompson," Elena said softly. "I'll make contact with all contacts that might be able to help us find her. Do you have any idea where she might be?"He shook his head slowly, frustration chafing at regret. "Not exactly. Last I knew, she'd gone to stay with her mother. But I don't even know if she stayed there. I pushed her away so completely."His voice thickened, and he looked away, jaw clenched. "But if anyone can find her, it's you, Elena."Elena nodded, feel
Wendy returned to Texas with a heavy heart after an intense meeting with Sabrina's husband. She didn't tell Sabrina what transpired during her encounter with Benedict Thompson, and remained silent, carrying a heavy heart in unspoken words.Before meeting Sabrina and her daughter-in-law, Leila, Wendy already knew that Benedict was married to her lovely granddaughter. Assailed with a mix of anxiety and resolve, she was burning to know the actual reason for the shards that had broken Sabrina's heart. Who was the reason for her granddaughter's sorrow? This weighed a lot within her, fueling up the desperate endeavor for answers.Wendy Taylor sat silently inside her private jet, the mumble of the engines not really audible as she gazed into the windowpane at the spread metropolis below. Her thoughts were a million miles away, not on the flight she was on but on the memories of her granddaughter, Sabrina. Years had passed since Benedict Thompson had broken Sabrina's heart, the man who had on
She sat listening to him with an intent expression, her eyes holding onto Leila as she weighed carefully each word. "Benedict Thompson." The name hovered between them like a shadow, a reminder of a past long buried but never fully forgotten. More, much more, than she was letting on, Leila thought, but Wendy knew better how to read the lines in between. She heard the reluctance in Leila's voice, the unwillingness to revisit wounds that had, in many ways, never healed.Wendy curled her hands over her knees, fingers locking together noiselessly as she contemplated the man who had once broken Sabrina's heart. She felt his pain, that unuttered grief, which fed a burning curiosity that seemed to grow more fervent with every lie she heard about Sabrina and Benedict. "Complicated," Wendy said softly, as if testing the word on her tongue. "Complicated is never just a simple answer, Leila." She leaned forward slightly, her eyes sharpened. "Tell me, what kind of man is he? Really, is he that w
Wendy stood in the stillness, her own weight settling upon her like a heavy fog. The room seemed colder now, and the echo of Leila's footsteps retreating past carried away even the sound of her desire. Wendy was left alone with her thoughts and Sabrina's heart.She didn't want Sabrina to suffer, didn't want this girl of hers to face one more drop of the poison that a world of hurt could be, how often it tore at the people they loved. But nothing like this had ever pushed her to intervene before. Certainly not since the past and the man responsible for hurting Sabrina were no longer the reasons. No, this was about the future.She truly believed that whatever was to happen in this moment would decide the rest of life for Sabrina for years to come, and she couldn't afford to let her granddaughter face another heartbreak. She cried for her hopelessness, knowing that what was going to be would be only torture if Sabrina's happiness was not handled with care.When emotions run so high, talk
At the tail end of the meeting, Wendy rose from her seat to extend a stiff but appropriately calm smile towards Benedict, covering both layers of thought. She had sown the seed of redemption within him, but it was for Benedict to determine whether he would take the change or continue on the road of destruction. With thanks and an exit out of the room, Wendy stayed seated and watched him leave while her brain whirred on with calculations of what might come next. He remained aloof. Benedict was no slacker when it came to business sense, and he instinctively knew who someone was, but she knew that was as much as he did. Wendy had determined she was not going to reveal she was Sabrina's grandmother - not yet, at any rate. There was weight to that, and a delicate balance to be struck. She knew that once Benedict learned the truth about her association with Sabrina, everything would change. Would he see it as a manipulation of sorts? Would he be driven to prove himself to her, or would he
Sabrina had been so focused and determined in entering the new chapter of her life. The pregnancy news was a surprise, but it gave her clarity she never had. She knew whatever awaited her regarding the future and no matter how tough it was, she would face it straight in the face, more so because she was about to chase her biggest dream - she became a fashion designer.She's always been passionate about design, but creating something entirely her own—building a brand from the ground up—is now at the top of her mind. Months of sketching designs, curating ideas, and looking for the best materials have resulted in something she believes is now closer to reality. Part of her wanted to prove it to herself as well as to those around her that she was capable of so much more than just being Benedict Thompson's wife. She wanted something of her own and to create something lasting—something meaningful, separate from her past.Wendy, the always protectively and supportively gentle grandmother,
The smell of baking cookies made its way through the air: proof of Teresa's cooking experience with Saben happening a little earlier in the day. Giggles filled the cozy living room as the family sat around Saben's latest creation: a colorful, slightly lopsided Lego castle."A castle fit for a king—and his bunny," Teresa declared with a theatrical flourish, making Saben giggle as he proudly held up Mr. Bunny, his well-loved stuffed animal."And don't forget," Saben added seriously, "it's also for the baby. Right, Mommy?"Sabrina blinked, caught off guard by her son's innocent question. She crouched to his level, meeting his wide, hopeful eyes. "Baby?" she asked, her voice gentle.Saben nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah! Grandma Teresa said we could have a baby. Then Mr. Bunny can have someone else to play with!"Teresa laughed, the sound rich and warm. "Well, I did say when the time is right, sweetheart. No pressure on your mommy and daddy."Benedict, standing nearby, chuckled. "Mom, your
It was a warm and beckoning morning, the sunlight pouring into the living room of Benedict and Sabrina's house as Teresa, Benedict's elegant yet warm-hearted mother, walked in through the front door. Impressionably attired in a soft cream blouse and a tailored skirt, she had been gracious in presence as ever."Benedict, Sabrina! Where is that little boy now?" Teresa called cheerfully, her voice ringing out from the entryway.Sabrina came out from the kitchen with a smile on her face as soon as she caught sight of her mother-in-law. "Teresa! How nice to see you!" she exclaimed, going forward to embrace her warmly.Benedict followed in shortly, holding Saben who was laughing so hard he couldn't catch his breath. "Guess who's here to spoil you, champ?" Benedict grinned, handing Saben over to Teresa.Teresa's face lit up as she scooped Saben into her arms. "Oh, my sweet little Saben! Have you missed Grandma?" she cooed, showering him with kisses, which only made him laugh harder.Sabrina
Then he pushed harder and deeper and faster into her until her back arched almost completely, forcing her body hard into Benedict's chest causing him to stumble back and land on the bed; which was luckily only a few feet away from where they had been screwing. Sabrina kept riding him until they were both left spent on the bed. "God.I kinda regret saying that I was going to feed you after pinning to you the wall and doing you until your weak from sex." he chuckled, running his fingers through his hair.She chuckled back, her lips brushed across his "don't regret anything Benedict. Sex between us should never be regretted. Or at least it shouldn't be" she whispered, rubbing her hands on his chest in circles. Benedict rubbed her back lovingly and rolled with her so that they were lying on their side. "Sex with you is never regretted sweetheart, I was only regretting the fact that I said I was going to do you until you were weak. I think that I'm weak from sex instead of you" he admitted,
The following morning, when Sabrina got out of bed, the soft morning light coming through the curtains, Benedict's voice reached out to her."Sabrina," he murmured, his voice still laced with sleep.She turned back, a smile playing on her lips. "Yes?"Benedict reached out, taking her hand gently. "Come back here for a moment."Sabrina chuckled softly. "Benedict, I need to check on Saben and start breakfast.""Just one moment," he insisted, pulling her closer. His warm eyes full of affection locked into hers. "I just wanted to remind you how much I love you, Sabrina.""Darling.come back to bed. Let the maid cook food for Saben. I just want to spend more time with you," Benedict whined, pulling his lover back under the covers beside him. Sabrina merely smiled at him, slid off the bed, and flounced out of the room; giving him a wicked wink as she walked out. He pounded the pillow like a spoilt child and rolled onto his back groaning unhappily. Sabrina laughed wickedly, picked up Benedict
Time for bed, champ," Benedict said, smiling softly, sitting on the edge of Saben's bed."But I'm not sleepy, Daddy!" Saben protested, holding Mr. Bunny tightly. "Can't we read one more story?"Sabrina smiled softly, sitting beside Benedict. "Alright, one more," she agreed, pulling a storybook from the nightstand.There Benedict leaned back in his chair while watching them, contentedly gazing at their little son as the eyelids started to droop halfway through the story as he loosened the hold of his small hand on Mr. Bunny. When Sabrina closed the book, he slept soundly and filled the air with soft breathing.Benedict pulled over the blanket of their son. He kissed the forehead of Saben softly and said, "Good dreams, buddy."Sabrina did the same, stroking Saben's hair with her fingers, and turned off the bedside lamp. They stood there in the faint illumination of the nightlight, staring at their son as he slept quietly.Leaving the room, Benedict shuts the door quietly behind him and
Weeks had gone by and life for Benedict and Sabrina became relatively comfortable. Tension that gripped them in their quest to catch Clara after her escape began to slowly ease. The laughter, work, and family times filled their days as if finally, a semblance of normalcy had returned.Benedict, ever the careful provider, ensured that his family was safe but refused to let the worry overshadow their daily lives. Security remained in place, though it no longer felt as stifling as before. Sabrina found herself breathing easier, relishing the time spent with Saben, whose boundless energy was a welcome distraction.One sunny afternoon, Sabrina sat in the garden with Saben, as he chased after butterflies across the lawn. Giggles resounded through the air, and for a brief moment, everything about Clara and her looming threat seemed like just a distant memory."You got it, sweetheart!" Sabrina cheered as Saben cupped his hands together and pretended to catch a butterfly.Benedict stepped out
She knew she had to wait until the dust settled, until the heightened vigilance around her escape began to wane. That was when she would strike. Clara wasn't interested in random vengeance—she wanted precision, a plan that would bring Benedict and Sabrina to their knees. It wasn't just about revenge; it was about reclaiming the power she believed they had stolen from her.Detective Morales sat in his office going through files and reports of Clara's case. Weeks had gone by and still, no Clara was found. His superiors were getting restless but Morales could not help the feeling that Clara wasn't done. She was too shrewd, too ambitious to simply disappear."She's waiting," Morales whispered under his breath as he tapped his pen against the desk. "But for what?Detective Morales leaned back in his chair, the weight of the case pressing heavily on his shoulders. Clara Hemp's escape had not only embarrassed the department but also left a lingering sense of unease that he couldn't shake. Th
His days were a blur of meetings, presentations, and late-night strategy sessions at his company. As the CEO, his responsibilities seemed endless, especially with the increasing demands of expansion projects and securing new partnerships. Yet, even amidst the chaos of corporate life, his thoughts always circled back to his family.He'd double-check the security system at home every morning before he left for work. He made sure every window and door was locked and monitored. He left very detailed instructions with the security team stationed outside their property, always telling them to be vigilant.Between reviewing financial reports and negotiating deals, he made quick calls to Sabrina at the office. He just needed to hear her voice to ensure she and Saben were okay.“Everything okay at home?” he’d ask, his tone gentle but concerned.“Yes, Benedict,” Sabrina would reply with a smile in her voice. “You’ve done everything but install lasers around the house. We’re safe. Stop worrying
She bit down on her bottom lip as she looked directly into his eyes and nodded almost imperceptibly."Yes baby. Please make me cum," she whispered. Slowly, agonisingly, he planted wet open mouthed kisses down her body, savoring the taste of her skin. Her travelled lower into the crevice of his nostrils filled his head with her fragrance in the scent of her. Down her chest then between her breasts, his mouth moved slowly. Then over her stomach, tracing his way as he went down her sides were her hands. A playful circle around her bellybutton by his tongue as he drifted lower.His hands rested on her breasts as his mouth approached her mound, squeezing them and teasing her nipples with his palms. As he moved ever lower, she shifted her hips, spreading her smooth, full thighs wider apart. He paused for a moment to look at her before he continued. Her pink pussy lips were opened like a flower and covered in her juices. Barely peeking through its cloak was her clit, throbbing in anticipatio