“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
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
~~~ 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
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
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
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
"Ahh...” The uneasy cry of a woman could be heard coming out of the bedroom of a hotel suite. The bedroom door swung open, and a man dressed in his signature black jeans, black shirt, and black boots walked in. His perfectly trimmed dark hair was disheveled like he had passed a hand through it countless times, and his stone-cold expression made him look like a grim reaper who had come to take the soul of the poor woman inside the room. However, when his fierce gaze swept over to the naked petite woman twisting on the bed, he released a breath he didn't know he was holding and climbed up the bed at the speed of lightning. His trembling hands cupped her beautiful face that was flushed crimson with beads of sweat forming on her forehead. He caressed her smooth cheek with his thumb as he breathed out a soft, “Micetta.” Sensing the strong male hormones around her, Reina, feeling hot and needy, wrapped her hands around the man she thought was her husband's neck and leaned in toward the m
~~ One month earlier ~~ Warning: Chapter contains details of killing, trauma, and blood, and may not be suitable for all readers. If you are easily triggered by any of these subjects, it is advisable you skip and refrain from reading ahead for your mental health. Read at your own risk. ~ ♧ ~ A woman in a black lace gown that enhanced her flawless fair skin walked out of the kitchen. Her beautiful face was swollen, and her eyes were red, an indication she had been crying a very long time. Yes, Reina just returned from her parents' burial; she was mourning their sudden death. Yet the first thing her husband demanded on reaching home was for her to prepare him coffee. Knowing how much he loved her coffee, she yielded and prepared it, hot and creamy, just like he preferred. With elegant steps, she approached him with a mug of coffee. “Here is your coffee, mi amor,” Reina said, handing the coffee to the devilishly handsome man seated on the sofa. His thick eyebrows were knitted to
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