“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
Warning: The chapter contains scenes of violence, murder, and blood and may not be suitable for all readers. If you are easily triggered by any of these subjects, it is recommended that you skip them and refrain from reading ahead for your mental health. (Read at your own risk.) ~~~ Reina looked up, her heart racing as she caught sight of Xavier in the rain. The rain poured down his body in sheets, cascading off his tousled hair and soaking his clothes as he held a Glock in his hand, the metal glinting ominously under the fleeting flashes of lightning. His expression was fierce and menacing, a mix of vexation and danger that sent bolts of chills down her spine. Xavier stalked toward Reina, and when the other thug tried getting up, he fired at him while holding Reina's gaze. Reina jumped when the gun went off, and he smirked. He tucked the gun behind him and stalked towards her. She took a step back with each step Xavier took. “You… you killed them…” she said, her back hitting
~~~ Colombia. In an enormous bedroom in the black mansion. Lucas was lying in bed with his head thrown back as Bianca, who was riding his cock, let out pleasurable moans every time she slammed down on his dick. He switched their positions, his dick still inside Bianca as he began thrusting into her. “Fuck me harder! Mi amor,” Bianca cried as tears of pleasure fell down her temples. Lucas lifted her legs over his shoulders, his hand holding her hips as he pounded into her pussy ruthlessly. “Ahhh! Fuck me! Fuck my tight pussy harder baby!” Bianca screamed as she began to rub her clit. “Ahhh!! Fuck!” Bianca cried, pulling away from Lucas' ruthless thrust, unable to take more of the pleasure. She has become sensitive; she couldn't tell the number of times she had cum. Lucas held her hips, pulling her back and thrusting into her as he began to pound into her, chasing his orgasm. “Fuck, Bianca!” Lucas grunted, dropping onto Bianca as he released into her. He sealed her mouth and began
Two days later. Reina sat on top of a tall, wooden stool beside the kitchen island, her cheek resting in the palm of her hand. She lazily scooped a spoonful of vanilla ice cream from the chilled bowl before her. Despite the delightful treat, a frown tugged at her lips, betraying the sadness in her expression. The soft sound of a spoon clinking against the ceramic was the only interruption in the tranquil silence. For the past two days, her only companion had been the cheerful maid, Simona, whose warm demeanor offered a sense of comfort in the otherwise quiet house. “What is troubling you, Miss Reina?” Simona asked, her voice gentle and filled with concern. Reina sighed, shaking her head as she set down her spoon, her thoughts drifting. “Nothing in particular,” she finally replied, her voice barely above a whisper. “I want to go out. I’m just so tired of being cooped up in this room. Back at home, even as a stay-at-home wife, I relished the freedom to explore. The garden and librar
Xavier stood by the expansive glass wall, gazing down at the vibrant, bustling city below, with one hand casually tucked in his pocket, focused on the phone call he was making, his brow slightly furrowed in concentration. As he spoke, he caught a glimpse of movement in his peripheral vision and noticed a reflection approaching from behind. He turned, and at that moment, he was spellbound by the enchanting figure dressed in white walking towards him, her cheeks crimson with a small smile on her lips. Even without makeup enhancing her features, she was undeniably the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on—his wife. “Soldier, Daddy will hang up now; don’t stress out your aunty too much, okay?” He said warmly into the phone, his voice gentle and reassuring. “Okay, Daddy,” came the tiny reply from Alexandre. With a swift motion, Xavier ended the call, his mind shifting back to Reina. However, Reina, at Xavier's words, stood there, her heart racing with a mix of intrigue and an
“Your fiancé is such an understanding woman,” Reina remarked, her voice light as she took Xavier’s hand and stepped out of the car. The grandeur of the mansion loomed before them, its stone facade glimmering under the flashes of eager cameras capturing their every moment. “She isn’t my fiancé,” Xavier replied sharply, the tension evident in his voice as they moved toward the entrance, his hand firmly, yet possessively, wrapped around Reina's waist. The air was thick with unsaid words and unresolved emotions as they walked through the crowd of paparazzi. “Not your fiancé? Your fuck toy then?” Reina blurted out, shock coursing through her at her own daring question. Xavier halted, turning to lock eyes with her, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. The amusement in his gaze cut deeper than Reina had expected. “Are you jealous?” he asked, the teasing lilt in his voice contrasting with the tightness in Reina's chest as she anticipated his answer. “No!” She lied, the word esc
A sharp gasp echoed through the grand hall, cutting through the ambient chatter like a knife. Eyes turned, and whispers began to ripple among the crowd. In an instinctive reaction, Xavier swiftly pulled Reina to his side, his voice a low growl, edged with frustration as he demanded. “What the hell is wrong with you?” The shock of the moment hung thick in the air; of all places in the world, this was where she chose to break the mold and take the initiative? Xavier thought. Yet, unbeknownst to Xavier, his abruptness stung Reina's pride deeply. Her heart sank at his tone, her cheeks flushed crimson with embarrassment as she stood silently beside him, her gaze cast down, avoiding the stares of onlookers, the polished marble floor suddenly becoming her sole focus as silence enveloped her. Standing stiffly beside him, she felt the weight of the moment press down on her, her heart racing as Xavier continued his conversation with the men before them, oblivious to her turmoil. At that mome
Laura was awakened by the sound of her phone ringing, she stretched out her hand to pink it up when another hand took, she opened her eyes and saw her son standing there. “Xavier…son?” she murmured, rubbing her eyes as she sat up. Xavier, who had seen it was his father calling, answered the call and put it on loudspeaker. “Laura my love.” Enzo's voice sounded, full of confidence and arrogance. Xavier gestured at his mother to speak. “Enzo, why did you call?” “I just want to hear my wife's voice, is that wrong?” “Enzo, are you for real? We've been divorced for eight months, you call me now to speak such nonsense.” Laura said angrily, she can't believe the nerve of this man. What did she even see in him? Such a total jerk. “We're divorced, but I want you back as my wife.” Enzo said loudly, and Laura scoffed as she replied, “Dream on. We were through the moment you put your signature on the divorce papers without batting an eye!” Laura burst out, and just then Alfonso entered her
Laura had fallen asleep when they arrived at Xavier's mansion. Alfonso got out and walked to her side to open the car when the car Xavier was riding in came to a stop beside theirs. Alfonso smirked and opened the car door and carried Laura bridal style. Xavier looked at Alfonso carrying his mother and got out of the car. Xavier looked at Alfonso with a grim expression and said, “Meet me in my study once you send her to her room.” Alfonso nodded and walked ahead. ~ Xavier loosened his tie as he dropped himself into the swivel chair in his study; he pinched the bridge of his nose as he shut his eyes. A lot has transpired over the past two months. Numerous attacks have targeted his underground headquarters here in Sicily, Colombia, and Russia. These assaults came from various enemies, but he was acutely aware of the identity of the mastermind orchestrating them. After much contemplation, he came to the decision of transferring Alfonso to Russia, believing it would be prudent
The ride back from the hospital was filled with a suffocating and oppressive silence, thick enough for a knife to cut through. Both Alfonso and Laura busied themselves with their own thoughts, each silently vowing not to break the silence first. The tension in the car was palpable, wrapping around them like a fog as they navigated the familiar road. Alfonso, lost in a whirlwind of contemplation, was so distracted that he barely noticed the yellow light turn red ahead. The sudden realization jolted him, and he reflexively slammed on the brakes. The abrupt halt sent Laura lurching forward, but the seatbelt clasped around her securely, holding her back from the impending impact of the dashboard. She inhaled sharply, her heart racing in response to the jarring interruption of her swirling thoughts. “Are you alright? Do you feel pain in the stomach?” Alfonso inquired worriedly, his hand softly caressing Laura's stomach. Laura's cheeks heated up as Alfonso checked her so gent
Xavier was about to turn down the corridor when he heard Yolanda's pleading voice.“I'm sorry.”He frowned as he walked out and saw Reina about to walk down the stairs. Everything happened so fast before he could register; Yolanda turned and pushed Reina with great force.“Reina, watch out!” He yelled, but Yolanda had already shoved her. Xavier ran over.Yolanda's face turned pale as her knees gave out under her at Xavier's voice.What Xavier saw on reaching the stairs was Lorenzo hugging Reina in his arms. He let out a breath of relief and asked Reina,“Are you alright?” Reina, who still hadn't recovered from her fright, inhaled and exhaled shakily before pulling out of Lorenzo's arms. She turned to look at Xavier before nodding with a small, “I'm fine.” Xavier nodded and turned toward Yolanda, seated on the floor in a sorry state.“What gave you the courage?” Xavier inquired, his voice smooth yet laced with an underlying tension, like the eerie stillness that comes first before
Xavier knelt in front of Reina and took her trembling hands. “No. Amore mio, I will die without you. I'm sorry I wasn't there when you needed me the most. I'm also sorry for not asking your opinion before bringing another woman into our home. But what do you mean by me having sex with Yolanda?” Xavier asked with a dumbfounded expression. Reina looked at Xavier's confused expression with a frown and said, “Because that's exactly what you did! Are you going to deny it?” “No, no. I won't deny something that never happened. That night after I left the hospital, I wanted to get drunk and ease the pain. I also regretted what I said to you back at the hospital.” Xavier explained remorsefully, his grip on Reina's hands firm and desperate. “However, I discovered that Yolanda had been residing in the penthouse. After learning of her pregnancy, I decided to let her move in with us. I left her and went to sleep. I was so inebriated that I fell asleep as soon as my body made contact with th
The upcoming scene is rated 18+. Involves bloody scenes; please skip if you're uncomfortable. ~~~ Xavier had reviewed the footage from three months ago and had the lady who served Reina the lemonade taken to his torture chamber in the underground base under the mountain. “Who instigated you?” Xavier mumbled coldly, and the maid, whose body was trembling violently, shuddered at the sound of Xavier's voice. She turned and saw Xavier approaching her with a murderous aura. “I—I don't know. Please trust me. I received a package; inside were the instructions, a sachet containing pills, and a picture of my little son tied up. It was written they would kill him if I don't give the madam the drug. I'm sorry, but I had to do it. My son is my life; I couldn't lose him,” the maid sobbed as she explained. “You didn't want to lose your child, but my wife and I can?” Xavier asked, exuding a chilling aura. “I'm sorry… Please forgive me.” “I forgive you. But we're going to play a game. I will
Reina locked herself in her room after she left the dining table. “He is leaving! Xavier is fucking returning to Yolanda the moment he regained his strength!” Reina yelled, crying. She picked up her phone and called her aunt Carlotta. “Reina? What happened? We spoke not too long ago.” Carlotta asked, hearing Reina crying. “Aunt, Xavier… he's going back. All this while, I… I thought there must be an explanation for what happened between him and Yolanda, but I was wrong…" Reina continued to cry. “Oh, my dear. Please stop crying. I know it hurts, but my opinion still stands. Yolanda is cunning; she might have had those pictures photoshopped back then or maybe used some of her schemes. You can't let her win.” Carlotta explained, and Reina could hear the determination in her voice. “But she's pregnant with Xavier's child. And—” Reina began, but Carlotta interrupted her. “My niece, really?” Carlotta facepalmed herself on the other end; she shook her head in disbelief that that was her
Xavier had been in a coma for three months. It turned out he had not recovered from his head injuries during the explosion four months ago, and when the van knocked into his car, he had suffered internal bleeding, combined with him being shot twice.For the past three months, Reina had been undergoing intense training.And today, she was able to take down ten men all at once after a heated sparring, and they also didn't go easy on her.Her face was painted black and blue from their fierce attacks, but Reina had managed to defeat them all. Reina walked out of the bathroom after a relaxing bath and applied medicine to the bruises on her face when Warrior burst into her room. Panting.“He's awake,” he informed her, and Reina in her bathrobe rushed out together with Warrior. They were still in MedellĂn, in the Black's mansion.Dr. Emiliano was checking Xavier's vitals when Reina arrived. But Xavier didn't once look at her, and Reina found it strange.“How is he?” Reina asked Dr. Emiliano
It was a few minutes past 8 in the morning when Reina and Alexandre alighted at the gate of Nanny Cynthia. The only outstanding house among all the buildings in the area, thanks to Don Santiago. Reina inhaled deeply before knocking on the metal gate. She saw the entrance door open, and a young woman whom Reina knew was Nanny Cynthia's granddaughter walked out. She smiled happily on seeing Reina and hurried down the stairs to come and open the gate. “Miss Reina,” Agatha greeted happily, “Hello, Agatha. How have you been?” Reina asked, smiling at Agatha, who took her luggage. “I'm doing fine, Miss Reina. Who is this handsome young man?” Agatha asked politely, smiling at Alexandre. “My son, Alexandre.” “Wow, Grandma never told me you had a son. Please come in; she would be happy to see you both,” Agatha said, respectfully gesturing ahead with her right hand. Reina smiled and walked ahead with Warrior. She had been very depressed at dawn when they got on the bus, but now she felt