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 approached Reina, and when the other thug was getting up, he blew his brain out while holding her 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.. killed them…” she said, her back hitting the wall, and
~~~ 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 escapin
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
Fueled by urgency, Xavier retaliated, returning fire with fierce determination. He shot a quick glance at Alfonso and Lorenzo, who flanked him, urging them to cover his back as he sprinted after Igor. Time was of the essence, and there was no opportunity to wait for the elevator. Choosing speed over caution, Xavier dashed up the staircase, each step echoing his mounting desperation. Suddenly, a bullet whistled past his ear, prompting him to press himself against the wall for cover. He barely had a moment to catch his breath when he saw one of the masked assailants peeking out from his hiding spot, only to be met with a swift and merciless response from him—a bullet to the forehead that sent him crumpling to the ground. After a relentless exchange of gunfire with a few more men in black, Xavier finally made it to the roof, adrenaline pounding in his veins. But the door was locked tight from behind. Without hesitation, he unleashed a series of shots at the lock, the echoes ringing shar
After helping Alexandre with his evening bath, Reina settled into the plush sofa as she lifted Alexandre onto her lap, his small frame nestling comfortably against her. With a warm smile, she reached for the book that lay on the table. She opened it; the familiar smell of paper and ink wafted up, and she began to read the story, her voice weaving through the words like a soothing lullaby in the cozy glow of the room.“Once upon a time, there lived a pig mummy and her three little pigs. One day, when the little pigs were hungry, their Mummy pig went into the kitchen to prepare their meal, but she found there was no food; she checked her wallet, and all her money was gone too.”“Oh, no…” Alexandre said, and Reina smiled and continued.“Not knowing what to do, Mummy Pig told the three little pigs they were old enough, so she sent them to go and begin their life. But told the three little pigs to be careful of the big bad wolf in the forest." At Reina's words, Alexandre snuggled into his
The weight of Enzo's choices bore down on him like a crushing tide. He had thought he could prevent the inevitable when he and his family moved to Mexico. He believed, in his naive hopefulness, that a fresh start in Mexico would shield them from the dark shadows of his past. They had moved from one house to another over the course of two years, each time feeling the suffocating grip of fear tighten around them whenever they caught the slightest hint of someone watching, lurking. Yet despite their efforts, Don Emilio had always managed to track them down, proving that some devils never truly rest.But one week ago, he went back to his other family back in Italy, only to uncover the shocking truth that Don Emilio had been training his 4 years innocent young son, wielding him as a weapon against his own blood. As Enzo stood there, heart racing as his little son held a gun pointed at him, he never expected that the moment would come when his boy would pull a trigger.But in a twist of f
The moment Lucas entered his office and Victor saw him, his heart skipped a beat at his friend's appearance, twisting his insides with the weight of his betrayal.“Man, when did you arrive?” Victor asked, forcing a casual tone that didn't quite mask the turmoil brewing beneath the surface. His mind raced, grappling with the remorse that clawed at him for betraying the very man who trusted him.“An hour ago,” Lucas replied, settling into his chair. His mind racing to a memory he recalled on his way back, a memory from his childhood he had forgotten, a memory of him and his mom, together with his dad, visiting an amusement park he had seen in Italy, when he went looking for Reina. Lucas closed his eyes as a memory he had locked away in his mind for years began to play in his mind. ~ Flashback, 26 years ago ~“Mummy, why are you hiding me in here? It’s so dark, and I’m scared,” 5-year-old Lucas whimpered, his small voice trembling in the dim light as he watched his mother’s heart-wrench
~~~ Colombia. It was a few minutes past midnight when Victor woke up to the sound of his door creaking open. Heart pounding, he swiftly reached beneath his pillow, fingers wrapping around the cold, hard grip of his gun. With a burst of adrenaline, he rolled off the bed, flicking the switch, flooding the room with light, cutting through the shadows as it illuminated the figure standing in the doorway. He froze as his grip around the gun faltered as his breath caught in his throat, his eyes widening in disbelief at the unexpected sight before him. “Miss Bianca, what are you doing in my room naked?” Victor asked in a hoarse voice. Bianca smiled sultry and began approaching Victor, pulling off the flimsy robe she was wearing. “What is wrong, Victor? Don't tell me you don't want this as much as I do. I've noticed the way your eyes linger on me these past few days, filled with desire, each glance a silent confession of your feelings. I know you want us to start off where we ended last ti
Reina approached Xavier's dark ebony door, its smooth surface gleaming ominously in the dim hallway light. With a gentle knock, she hesitated, anxiety swirling within her, before finally turning the knob. However, as she pushed the door open, a jolt of surprise coursed through her when she found herself face to face with Alfonso, his posture tense and eyes wild. Caught off guard, Reina forced a smile, trying to mask her uneasiness. “I was coming to check if…,” she began, but Alfonso interrupted her, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “...if he was dead?” He finished, a manic grin stretching across his face, although it barely concealed the anger that simmered just beneath the surface. Reina’s face contorted into a frown as she absorbed his words. “Excuse me?” She retorted, indignation flaring within her. “Why else would you be here if not to confirm that you successfully killed him?” Alfonso shot back, his expression a mixture of mischievous delight and suppressed rage. “I w
“You bitch! It's your fault he got bitten by a snake!” Yolanda shouted, her voice trembling with emotion. Reina, momentarily stunned, shook her head in disbelief. “No,” she whispered, trying to steady herself as she felt the weight of Yolanda's words bearing down on her. “Where is he? I need to see him!” With a sense of desperation, Reina pushed past Yolanda, intent on reaching Xavier. But Yolanda, fueled by anger and fear, shoved her back. Reina dropped to the floor, feeling lost and helpless in that moment. “You have no right to go in there!” Yolanda exclaimed. Reina stood up, determination coursing through her veins as she slapped Yolanda twice and yelled, “This is the last time you'll lay your hand on me, and you have no right to stop me from seeing Xavier. If you're his fiancée, I'm his fucking whore!!” “You shameless bitch!” Yolanda said, lifting her hand to deliver another slap. “Don’t hit my mummy, you bad woman!” cried a small voice, filled with determination. Reina
Xavier picked up Reina's trail a few minutes into the forest, and his heart skipped a beat at the thought of where she was heading. The place flashing in his mind like a warning light. With urgency, he began to run after her. Years ago, his grandfather, Emilio, had uncovered a hidden clearing deep within the woods—a treacherous haven inhabited by venomous snakes. And they attacked on any intrusion. This place, once a secret, had become a nightmarish landscape; it was where traitors were sent to endure a fate worse than death, a torturous ground steeped in fear and betrayal. The thought of Reina venturing into such danger sent a shiver down his spine, fueling his desperate chase through the tangled trees.~ ♤ ~ Xavier halted abruptly, his heart racing at the sight of Reina rooted to the spot, her body trembling with fear. There were snakes gaining in on her, some hanging from the branches of the tree above her.“No matter what, don't move!” Xavier said in a reassuring voice. His bari
Xavier's heart raced as he dashed out and jumped into one of his cars. The engine roared to life, and he sped toward the gate with a mix of urgency. Questions buzzed in his mind like angry hornets. Why would Reina resort to such risky behavior? Was she desperate to flee from him so much that she put her life in danger? Xavier's grip around the steering wheel tightened as the tires screeched to a halt as he approached the gate. The bodyguards, who had been on high alert, exchanged surprised glances at the sight of their boss stepping out of the vehicle, their expressions a mix of confusion and concern. “Boss,” Dimitri, the leader of the bodyguards, said, his brow furrowing as he met his boss’s anxious expression. “My wife is lost in the woods; mobilize the men to begin a search. I'm going after her,” Xavier said impatiently, walking ahead; his mind raced with thoughts of finding her in one piece. “Fuck!” he cursed frustrated. “But boss, there are enemies lurking in the woods, ready
Reina, in black, comfortable sneakers and fitted jeans, the fabric of her black sweater a stark contrast to her fair skin, and her long hair was pulled neatly into a ponytail that swayed with her movements, was anxiously pacing in her brightly lit room, the silence of the night amplifying the whirlpool of thoughts in her mind. She paused, her gaze fixed on the clock mounted on the wall. It was eleven o'clock. Biting her thumbnail—a habit she had since childhood—she does that whenever she is about to do something wrong, like taking something she knew wasn't hers. Reina took a deep breath before heading into the closet.A few minutes later, she emerged, clutched in her hand was a glittering purse that sparkled in the bright light. She glanced at the clock again; it was twenty minutes past eleven. Taking a deep breath, Reina approached her bedroom door, her heart racing with each step. She opened it slowly, peeking out into the hallway that was shrouded in darkness and stillness. The hou