“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 yo
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
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 Medellín, 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