A few minutes later, Reina arrived at Lucas's suite. Seeing the bodyguards at the door, she realized why the man had been able to enter their suite; Lucas had left with them. The bodyguards acknowledged her arrival with, “Madam.” Reina let out a forceful smile as one of them opened the door for her. On entering, she saw Lucas walking out of the bedroom in a white shirt tucked into his signature cream trouser. But his expression switched when he saw her. “Mi amor,” Reina said, stopping in front of him. “What are you doing here?” Lucas asked, his voice cold and dismissive as he turned to walk away, but Reina’s fingers wrapped around his wrist, her grip firm yet pleading. “My love,” she began, her voice quivering with emotion. “I came to see you. Why did you move into a new place? Why didn’t you come back to our suite? I was waiting for you.” As Reina spoke, the hope in her eyes gleamed like fragile glass, ready to break with any harsh word. At her words, Lucas smirked, a bitte
As the video played out in front of her, a wave of disbelief washed over Reina. Tears kept falling down her cheeks as she sat on the edge of the sofa, the flickering light from the screen casting shadows across her anguished face. She could hardly fathom the reality of what she was witnessing. She never would have believed it if someone had told her. For the four years she had been married to Lucas, she had never taken control in their intimate moments, to mention riding a man’s dick; she didn't even know she could do it. But now, there it was—evidence. Lucas had often expressed his frustrations about her lack of enthusiasm in their intimacy, yet there she was... Feeling utterly devastated by a betrayal she hadn’t even known she was capable of. Her finger trembled as she pressed the delete button. Erasing the video. She turned to face Lucas and handed the phone back to him, desperation etched in her features. “Lucas, please believe me,” she pleaded urgently, her voice cracking wit
Reina's eyes shot open, her heart racing as she sat up, drenched in her own sweat. She was having a recurring dream where she was breastfeeding a newborn baby with piercing green eyes staring back at her as he sucked on her nipple. His piercing green eyes locked onto hers with an intensity that made her heart swell with love. He latched onto her breast, warmth radiating between them, a bond so tender it felt real—until it was shattered. Out of nowhere, a woman in a flowing black dress whose face she couldn't make out due to the flimsy black veil on her head came and seized the baby from her, yanking him away with a swift, ruthless motion. Panic surged through Reina as she sprang to her feet, her body fueled by an instinct as she lunged toward the woman to reclaim her baby. Yet, as if trapped in an invisible web, the distance between them stretched impossibly far, each step she took forward, as the room echoed with the heart-wrenching cries of her baby, a sound that pierced through
After giving Xavier the needed medication, Dr. Emiliano walked out of the penthouse and found Alfonso leaning against the wall with a cigarette in his fingers. He took it to his lips, taking a drag, and blew smoke rings into the air. “Little brother,” Dr. Emiliano purposely called, knowing how his brother hated being called that. Alfonso turned to him and grinned and asked with a raised brow. “I can see you have a death wish?” “No, it's you who has a death wish. I don't know what happened with Xavier, but he gave his life before, and he would again if he had to, so long as she was happy. You of all people know how far he would go for her, even if he has to…” Emiliano sighed, not saying what he wanted to say, and patted his brother on the shoulder and said, "Mum misses you; come and see her one of these days.” Alfonso gave a slow nod, his eyes following Emiliano as he strolled away, heading toward the elevator door, which opened to reveal Yolanda, holding his little Warrior by the
The moment Reina walked into Xavier, everyone in the reception area gasped. The atmosphere shifted with an unspoken tension as every gaze turned toward her, wide with a mixture of awe and concern. Whispers erupt through the crowd, rising in anxious murmurs, each one laced with the knowledge of Xavier's notorious reputation—his ruthless treatment of women who intentionally dared to throw themselves at him. Just then, Xavier’s voice sliced through the chatter, cold and commanding, resonating with a chilling authority that silenced the room in an instant. “Where do you think you’re going with that?” A dark, icy voice asked above Reina's head, sending bolts of shivers down her spine and an unexpected throbbing down her lower region; her legs turned jelly. Getting hold of herself, Reina pulled away and looked up, only to be lost in the mesmerizing greens. Reina blinked, and without a word turned to walk away, but a firm grip on her arm pulled her back. Reina looked up at Xavier's face wi
The meeting with the board members had taken longer than expected. It turned out one of the reporters had managed to release a video of him with Reina. Although his face did not appear in the footage, Reina's was visible. How her eyes widened the moment the camera focused on her. As Xavier replayed the video on his laptop for what felt like the hundredth time, a sense of unrest settled within him. He doesn't know why, but for some reason, something about Reina's reaction in the video struck him as someone who had endured a great deal of pain. He found himself watching the video again, completely losing focus on the meeting. Meanwhile, the meeting continued to drag, the room filled with murmurings about the hotel’s looming crisis. The hotel’s clients had raised vehement concerns over privacy violations and are demanding for the situation to be addressed by the hotel management to be rest assured incidents as such wouldn't repeat. Xavier glanced at the watch strapped to his wrist, i
“I-I heard it from... I don’t know!” Reina shouted, her voice trembling as she struggled beneath Xavier, the weight of his presence pinning her down. Desperation flickered in her gaze, searching for a glimmer of understanding amid the chaos. Frustration boiled over in Xavier at her answer, his voice low and dangerous as he growled. “Why would you claim to be my wife?!” His fist punched the pillow just inches from Reina’s head in a fit of rage. The air crackled with tension as Reina’s eyes widened in shock. A gasp escaped her lips as tears pooled in her bright gaze, the hurt, fear, and confusion evident in her expression. “I'm sorry! I’m not your wife. Please, don’t hurt me…” Reina whispered, her voice and body trembling with fear as tears streamed down her temples, glistening in the dim light. “I’m sorry, Micetta, I didn’t mean to lose it,” Xavier said, his brow furrowed with guilt. He gently cupped her cheek, his touch both tender and conflicted. He leaned in, hoping to share a
After Reina left, Xavier, with bloodshot eyes, watched from his phone, his heart racing as Reina walked into the elevator, not turning to look back once. It was clear how desperately she wanted to escape his presence; she didn't even ponder his words for just a second when she ran off. “Boss, it started to rain a few minutes ago? Shouldn't we stop her?” Alfonso blurted out, but his words died in his throat under the weight of Xavier’s seething glare. Xavier swiftly switched to the footage inside the elevator.Through the video, he saw Reina lash out in frustration, kicking the cold, metallic wall with a force that left her wincing in pain. She passed her hands over her hair and bent down, hugging her knees. She cradled her head in her hands, fingertips tugging through her hair in exasperation, before bending down to wrap her arms around her knees. In that moment, she appeared small and vulnerable, a contrast to the fierce spirit he had come to know.Inside the elevator, Reina began t
After an hour of soaking herself inside the bathtub, Reina stepped out of the bathtub, the water dripping down her body as she approached the shelf and took a towel as she began to pat herself dry.She walked out of the bathroom, and after applying lotion and her favorite perfume, rose and jasmine,. She entered her closet, her eyes instantly drawn to the red lingerie she got at the boutique she met Lucas. After slipping on the lingerie, she pulled out a drawer and took out the amber glass anal plug together with the lubricant she got and walked back into the bathroom.After cleaning it, she read instructions on how to use it, and following the instructions, she applied the lubricant on its smooth surface, and after inhaling and exhaling to calm her racing heart, she inserted the anal plug, and fuck, it was so uncomfortable, yet, she didn't miss the tingling sensation that coursed through her. It was new and different; she would enjoy it. Reina checked the time, and it was a few minute
“Xavier?” Reina said, the moment she opened her eyes and realized she was in Xavier's arms in her bed and inside her room. How did she get into her room, and why did Xavier come to sleep in her room?The only thing she remembers is she and Xavier putting Alexandre to bed and walking out of his room. That's all. She sat up, gently lifting Xavier's arm around her, but his eyes shot open, and he held her gaze for a moment before he abruptly sat up, his hand gripping her shoulder, as he softly began rubbing her arm.“Amore mio, you're awake,” Xavier asked worriedly as he cradled Reina's face in his palm, his thumb rubbing her cheek. “Are you alright?” He asked, searching her face as tension began swirling within him as he saw the perplexed look on Reina's face as she looked at him.“How am I here? And why are you here?” She asked, and Xavier's heart skipped a beat; he took her hands in his and began.“Reina, yesterday, I took you to the top of the mountain, and you fainted. You remember m
Xavier, with Reina in his arms, walked out of the glass gazebo; he locked it and hurriedly walked back into the mansion, his heart racing as he inwardly chided himself. ‘How could he have thought he could take her there, knowing how much she cherished that place?’ Tonight, he felt happy with the way things were going that he forgot he didn't have to do anything that might trigger Reina's memory. Tonight he had wanted to show and tell her everything. That she was his wife, for God's sake. He can't anymore. He wants to go to bed with his wife in his arms. Her face to be the first he sees when he opens his eyes. ‘Is that too much? To want his life to be whole?’ On reaching the floor where their rooms were located, he had wanted to take her to his room but decided against it. Xavier gently placed Reina on her bed. He pulled out his phone from his pocket and dialed Dr. Emiliano, who answered on the first ring. “Boss,” his voice sounded. “Come to my wife's room immediately.” Xavier
The car Reina was riding in glided through the darkening streets. They had turned onto the forest route when suddenly, the headlight of another car from behind shone in the car. She turned to look back just as the bodyguard sitting in the passenger seat informed her it was the boss. Reina's heart skipped a beat as she thought of what to do; feeling out of ideas, she instructed the other bodyguard driving the car. “Keep driving; don't give him the impression we have noticed them, or…” Reina's speech was interrupted by the honking sound of Xavier's car. “Madam?” The driver awaited Reina's instructions. Reina could see the panic expression on the bodyguards faces. They were scared of the impending wrath Xavier would unleash on them. “Stop,” Reina ordered, and the car halted. Reina watched as Xavier, dressed in his signature all-black, got out of his car, still looking ravishing, even with the frown twisting his face and the deadly aura surrounding him as he approached. He wasn't weari
“Reina...” the name slipped out of Lucas' lips. He had been looking forward to this, the day he would finally come face to face with Reina after almost two months apart. But this wasn't what he had anticipated, the expression on her face as she looked at him. “Reina, I can explain… please,” he said, reaching for her hand, but she recoiled away from his touch and demanded, “Tell me! Tell me it wasn't true! Tell me I heard wrong that the man I spent four fucking years of my life with didn't pay a random man to have sex with me!” “I'm sorry, mi amor; I regret my decision back then. I love you. I realized it too late," Lucas explained, his voice tender as he searched Reina's face for a sign of understanding. “Oh, I'm so happy; my husband loves me,” Reina exclaimed sarcastically, tears streaming down her face. Just then her eyes widened, as if recalling something, as she demanded, “So it was all a plan, you changing overnight? You really couldn't stand me, so you decided to set me up,
~Sicily~ It was a few minutes past 12 PM when Lucas and Rosario arrived at the mall. Even though Lucas had insisted it was okay, he would just ask his driver to get his clothes from the hotel. However, Rosario insisted he came to the mall with her since the clothes they got weren't his size. They approached a luxury boutique. An assistant approached them with a warm smile and said, “Hi, welcome to our boutique. I will be your assistant to help you check out the clothes you are interested in.” Rosario points at Lucas and says, “I need clothes in his size.” Just then Lucas' phone started to ring. He brought out the phone, and it was Bianca. He smirked inwardly as he thought. ‘After refusing to answer all his calls, who is calling now?’ He turned to Rosario and said, “I will get this; you go ahead.” Rosario nodded and walked away. Lucas went to the dressing area, and just then his phone began to ring again. He saw a flimsy red lingerie on a mannequin, and he imagined how it would look
After what felt like an eternity, Lucas finally reached his climax. He was sensible enough to pull his dick out of Ximena and cum on the sheets. Ximena lay there, her eyes bloodshot as her body was covered in sweat. ‘How did she end up like this? She met her long-lost cousin for the first time, and they already had sex?’ She was so tired after all the effort she used to push Lucas away, but he prevented her. Just then Lucas hovered over her, and that snapped her out of her thoughts. She pushed him away just as he asked her. “Are you okay?” Ximena scoffed, disbelief etching her features. She sat up and slapped Lucas hard across the face. “I asked you to stop. But you forced me. I hate you! I wish you had indeed died!” With that, she got off the bed and hurried out; lucky for her, there was no one in the corridor. Ximena had entered her room when she jumped in fright. “Marco, when did you come?” She asked, her voice trembling. “What happened to you? Did you cry?” Marco questioned,
Xavier sat Reina on the bed and went into the bathroom. He returned a few minutes later and gently pushed her down on the bed, her hair spread on the pillow, her cheeks crimson as she held his gaze. Xavier smiled at her softly, and Reina returned it nervously, her body trembling slightly. She was shy now that she thinks about it. Even though she had had sex with Xavier, imagining him looking at her so intimately made her nervous and excited with anticipation at the same time. Xavier, seeing her nervousness, began to gently caress her thighs. He spread her legs wide and knelt between her legs. "So beautiful," Xavier breathed, his breath caught inside his throat as his eyes fixed on Reina's red pussy calling out to him. Reina, feeling bare and exposed, tried to clamp her legs shut, but Xavier's grip on her inner thighs, gentle but firm, held her in place. “Don't move; allow me to relieve you,” Xavier said, bending over and placing a lingering wet kiss on her closed pussylips, inhal
It was a few minutes past 6 pm when Lucas arrived at the location the private investigator gave him. He got out of the car and walked through the front lawn, and judging by how trimmed the grass of the lawn was, he realized there was someone accommodating the house. He climbed up the stairs, stepping onto the veranda, then pressed the doorbell. He had lifted his hand to press the bell once again when the knob turned. The door opened, and a middle-aged woman, Rosario, came into view. One look at Lucas' face that reminded her of her late sister, his gray eyes that were the exact color, she opened her mouth as the name, “Lucas?” escape it. Lucas frowned as a whirlwind of thoughts swirled in his mind. ‘How did the woman know who he was? Could it be that they knew where he was all this while but did not reach out to him?’ Before Lucas could voice his thoughts, the woman said, “Oh, my goodness, you are alive! I knew you didn't die. My boy,” she said, throwing her arms around Lucas, embra