“I know you're awake, Micetta,” Xavier's deep, raspy voice whispered into Reina's ear, his lips nibbling her earlobe. “Uooh,” Reina moaned as a chill went down her spine. She opened her eyes and was instantly locked in Xavier's green orbs, which were looking down at her with intensity. “Good morning…” Xavier was saying when Reina angrily cut him off with, “What are you doing here?” He smirked, his hand moving to Reina's ass, and he began to caress it. Reina shut her eyes, biting her lips to hold in the moans that were threatening to escape them. “The next time you interrupt me with that tiny mouth of yours, I will punish it,” he said as he squeezed one of her ass cheeks firmly. Reina shuddered from the sensation, her arousal soaking her inner thighs. She doesn't know why, but something about the way Xavier said he would punish her intrigued her. She wanted to know just how he intended to punish her mouth. Reina didn't know when she opened her mouth and asked, “What if I want
~~~ Two days ago ~~~ Colombia. The clock had just struck midnight when a phone resting on a polished desk inside a dimly lit office screen suddenly illuminated the darkened room with a harsh glow. Lucas, who was sitting in the shadows, felt his heart race with a mix of anticipation and anxiety as he glanced at the device. He leaned closer, anticipation tightening in his chest, only to feel a wave of disappointment wash over him once again. The caller wasn't the person he had been desperately yearning to hear from. “Dude, why won’t you answer her? She must be worried since it’s late and you’re still not home.” Victor, who was seated in front of Lucas, suggested, but Lucas shot him a piercing glare at his words. Lucas exhaled deeply, lifted the glass tumbler from his desk, and drank the whiskey. The liquid lingered on his tongue for a brief moment before flowing down his throat, the fiery sensation teasing his throat. He reclined back in his chair and shut his eyes as memories of
“Yes, those are my fucking terms; I would prefer my fortune go to charity than you cheating bastard!” Lucas' eyes widened; he thought he had managed to keep his relationship with Bianca a secret. “It was a mistake; I won't want to repeat,” Lucas said, and Don Santiago chuckled. “Of course, that's why you couldn't keep your hands off her when you were banging her an hour ago in the restroom?! Today is your fucking wedding to my daughter, but you fuck another woman behind her back! You either sign it or I break this marriage today!” "Well, what about your daughter? What if she rather cheats on me? She's beautiful; all your men spot a hard on in her presence. What if she asked me for a divorce because she fell in love? What if I want to divorce her because she cheated on me?” “My daughter isn't like that; she's the purest woman I know!” “People change,” Lucas retorted. “If my daughter cheats on you, you can have all my fortune.” “Don't bluff, you're just saying something you would
Reina sat at the dining table, the clinking of cutlery barely registering as the turmoil within her intensified. A storm of emotions raged inside her. ‘Did she really just agree to give Xavier a chance?’ The thought echoed in her mind, a relentless whisper that gnawed at her conscience. What about her husband, the man who deserved her loyalty? Guilt washed over her like a tidal wave, threatening to pull her under. She had promised herself that she would prove to her husband that her fleeting moments with Xavier were nothing but a mistake—yet here she was, entangled in an affair, repeatedly betraying the man she once vowed to love with someone she knew should be off-limits."Ahhh, damn it!" she screamed inwardly, her heart racing as heat rose to her cheeks. She shut her eyes tight, trying to hold back the hot tears that threatened to spill from their corners.The guilt was overwhelming, yet intertwined with an undeniable truth: her love for her husband, though deep and genuine, couldn’
Thirty minutes later, Xavier and Reina emerged from the glass doors of the elevator, stepping into the dimly lit underground parking lot, with Xavier's warm hand resting against Reina's lower back as he guided her with a protective ease toward their car. On reaching the car, Xavier opened the door for Reina, who flashed him a bright, appreciative smile before elegantly getting into the plush interior. He joined her as the car pulled out of the parking lot. However, the car had reached the hotel entrance when suddenly, a figure stepping out of the car ahead caught Xavier’s attention; his heart skipped. It was the one person he didn't wish to encounter, not now. Instinctively, he turned to Reina, grasping her face with a firm but gentle hold, and pressed his lips against hers with a fierce intensity, his kiss a declaration of possession amidst the unexpected turmoil. Reina was taken by surprise when Xavier leaned in and pressed his lips against hers, a rush of warmth flooding her
After an hour of driving along the winding, lush landscape, Reina, who was comfortably nestled in Xavier's arms, lifted her gaze to look at his face. The moment the car changed direction into a wooded area. The atmosphere shifted; the tall trees, standing like silent watchers, cast shadows across the vehicle. Xavier, whose brow was slightly furrowed, looked at her puzzled expression, and he responded with a reassuring smile, his eyes sparkling with mystery. Just as Reina opened her mouth to voice her confusion, the car transitioned onto a well-paved road that cut through the forest. She watched in silent awe as the landscape flitted by, vibrant greens blurred against the clear blue sky, as they glided along the secluded path for another ten minutes. Suddenly, they arrived at a grandiose gate, its imposing stature more formidable than the one she had seen at the lavish party a week ago. A group of guards stood vigilant, their postures stiff and watchful, clearly prepared for any intr
“I remember you.” Xavier’s heart raced at the sound of those words, an electric thrill surging through him as he clutched his chest. “Amore mio, you remember?” His voice trembled with hope. However, his words were met with Reina’s unexpected response, her eyes lighting up with recognition. “You’re the gentleman from the hotel,” she exclaimed, her smile illuminating her face. “Yes, it was,” Alexandre confirmed, his excitement palpable as he nodded eagerly. Reina stood up, her expression radiant. But Alexandre, not ready to let her go, grasped her hand firmly, his small fingers wrapping around hers like a lifeline. “I want you to lift me up, mummy,” he implored, his voice a mix of innocence and desperation. Reina chuckled softly, her heart warming at the endearment as she squatted before him. “You can call me Reina,” she said gently, her eyes sparkling with affection. “Your mummy might not be happy with you calling me that.” Alexandre shook his head vehemently, his grip on her ha
“Reina!” Xavier cursed, remembering that in his fit of rage, he had abandoned her—he left her in the living room to deal with the aftermath of their fallout. He got angry when Reina asked Alexandre to call her by her name instead of mom. The sight of tears welling in his son's eyes, a first that cut deep into Xavier's conscience, ignited something within him that he had long buried. He forgot it wasn't Reina’s fault she doesn't remember then, but due to his selfishness. He caused all this mess; it was his fault. He didn't take Reina's feelings into consideration, but himself, how to make her his, how he forced an innocent girl into the role of a wife against her will. She had no choice but to accept him, together with his flaws. And he's doing it again, forcing her to accept him again, not taking into consideration her true feelings. With a heavy heart and an overwhelming sense of regret, he stood up, taking Alexandre’s small hand in his as they walked out together, the weight of his
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