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~~~ 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 hi
“No, I can't lose him! It would kill me,” Reina exclaimed, her heart racing as she jumped to her feet. Driven by a surge of determination, she dashed into her closet, her gaze landing on a delicate black lingerie set that caught her eye. With practiced haste, she slipped into the silky fabric, the soft material clinging to her skin. Grabbing a luxurious black satin robe, she wrapped it around herself, and after applying a light makeup to enhance her features, she took a deep breath and headed towards Xavier’s bedroom. As soon as she stepped into Xavier's dimly lit bedroom and the sound of water running in the shower caught her attention, then a naughty thought came to her mind. She felt a flutter of excitement mixed with dread as she took off her robe, standing confidently in just her lingerie, the fabric embracing her curves. With each step toward the bathroom, her heart pounded louder in her chest as anticipation built within her. But then, as she drew nearer, her heart dropped as
~~ One week later ~~ Lucas, who was turning and tossing on his enormous king-size bed, sat up and got off the bed. He walked into his closet, slipped on a shirt and made his way out of the bedroom. He walked down the dim corridor and stopped in front of a door, which he gently knocked on and said, “Mi amor,” his fingers wrapping around the knob as he turned it, pushing the door open. Three days ago, he had returned from work, only to find out Bianca had moved out of their room. He went to her, insisting she return to their room, and they got into an intense argument. Since then he hadn't spoken to her; he gave her the cold shoulder even at dinner. He had been patiently waiting, but she hadn't tried to start a conversation with him either. Three days ago: On entering the guest room and finding Bianca seated on a sofa browsing through her phone, Lucas demanded, "What's the meaning of you moving out?" He burst out, anger lacing his tone, the words sharper than he intended. However
~~A week ago~~ Xavier's gaze lingered on Reina as she walked out of the door. With a heavy sigh, he reluctantly placed the telephone back on the receiver, his heart heavy with an unspoken burden. He rose from his seat, but a groan escaped his lips as pain shot through him. He reached for the phone once more and dialed Dr. Emiliano, requesting his assistance. A few moments later, a sharp knock echoed through the quiet room, followed by the distinct sound of the door creaking open. Dr. Emiliano stepped inside, his posture slightly hunched as he entered the dimly lit space. “You reek of sex,” Xavier pointed out bluntly, eyeing Emiliano critically. Emiliano, caught off guard, scratched the back of his head as he halted a few feet in front of Xavier, who was seated on the sofa, dressed in a fitted black shirt and black sweatpants that showcased his muscular frame. “I apologize, boss,” Dr. Emiliano responded, his voice tinged with embarrassment as he averted his gaze to the floor. “I
“Alfonso! You will stop right now; it's an order, and you fucking know the punishment for defying my orders!!” Xavier yelled after Alfonso. Alfonso stopped and punched the wall angrily, his knuckles turning red, as tears fell out of his bloodshot eyes. “She's pregnant; she's fucking pregnant for another man. For that bastard!” Alfonso spat furiously. “Who was it?” Xavier asked calmly on reaching Alfonso. “Lucas Black.” “What?! When?” Xavier asked, his brows furrowed in confusion. “The same night you went to the madam hotel suite to reclaim her,” Alfonso answered, “What? How on earth did they even meet?” Xavier said, passing a hand through his hair, and added, “What do you plan to do now? I don't want her having that bastard's child!” “I love her man, you know since when. But it's time I let her go.” Xavier squeezed Alfonso on the shoulder and said, “Do what you think is right; you have my support; just don't hurt her. I will kill you if you do.” Alfonso smirked and repli
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