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~°â˘ââ˘Â°~ Colombia: The morning sunlight streamed through the office glass wall as Mr. Sergio stepped inside, his shoes tapping against the floor. âGood morning, Mr. Black,â he greeted warmly, his voice resonating in the quiet space. Lucas, seated behind his desk, met his gaze with a slight nod and offered, âHave a seat.â âThank you,â Mr. Sergio replied, sitting in the chair across from Lucas. He opened the leather briefcase resting on his lap, revealing a pile of documents, flash drives, and a brown envelope. He pulled out the envelope and several neatly stacked files and placed them before Lucas, his expression turning serious as he reported âInside this envelope, you will find screenshots from CCTV footage of you and your parents. Some were captured here in Mexico, while others trace back to Italy.â As Lucas processed the information, Sergio continued, âI don't know how the change came about, but your parents were very, excuse my words, poor when your mother was pregnant. They
~â˘Â°â°â˘~ The next morning: Sicily, Reina's eyes snapped open at the sharp sound of her bedroom door clicking shut, a subtle echo that broke the stillness of the room. Instantly, she was enveloped by the intoxicating masculine scent of Xavier, a mix of woodsy cologne and something uniquely him that sent a shiver down her spine. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she quickly swung her legs over the edge of the bed and walked across the room with a sense of urgency, drawn to the magnetic presence that filled the air. She opened the door, and peeking outside, she scanned the corridor, but the hall was empty. Disappointed, she stepped back inside, pulling the door shut. Reina completed her morning routine with a sense of satisfaction; Xavier was back, and she wanted to look her best. She carefully chose a long, beautiful, white, sleeveless, bodycon, backless dress that hung on her curves perfectly. She straightened her wavy hair, giving it a sleek, polished appearance, then styled it to
Andre smirked inwardly as he looked after Xavier's retreating figure, seeing he had successfully achieved his goal. However, Reina, on the other hand, continued her meal as if nothing had happened. She was trying to be the mature one and act like she was okay with Xavier's question when every fiber of her being told her Xavier was talking about himself. The thought that Xavier loved another woman awakened a possessiveness she didn't know she possessed; she wasn't this angry even when she found out Lucas got Bianca pregnant and loved her. That's why she decided to not change out of her clothes like Xavier wanted; she wanted him to feel a small portion of the pain she was feeling. She saw the finger marks on his chest when he carried her, and she had an inkling it wasn't Yolanda who left those marks. She hates him; she's boiling with anger. But since he displayed his anger even when she was trying to be understanding, then fine, it takes two to play this game after all. âMummy, can
Trigger Warning: This chapter contains mature content and sexual scenes. Please read at your own risk. ~~~ The moment Reina and Alexandre walked out of the mansion, Xavier, who had been looking after her retreating figure, his expression darkened into a venomous glare as he turned to one of the bodyguards standing nearby and said, âTell the men to get ready; I'm going out.â âYes, boss,â the bodyguard said as he walked out of the mansion to go and fulfill his boss' request. ~â˘âŞÂ¤âŞâ˘~ After trailing Reina for the past four hours, Xavier, dressed in a black sweatpant and sweatshirt with the hood over his head, turned to leave the amusement park when he saw the face he didn't wish to see. He started walking over to where Reina was, but then her smiling face turned to him; he was about to smile when he noticed how her expression turned to one of surprise, then urgent, as she muttered, âLucas.â That's when he realized she wasn't looking at him, but behind. Xavier stood there as he wa
It was dark when Xavier's sports car came to a screeching halt at the parking lot of his hotel. He got out, slamming the door shut, and made his way up to his luxurious penthouse. As he entered, he headed straight for the bar and poured himself a generous amount of whiskey and downed it in one swift motion. "Damn it!!" he cursed, smashing the glass hard against the wall, where it shattered into pieces on the floor. Grabbing another glass and the whiskey bottle, he made his way to the bedroom. He sat on the floor and pulled off his shirt, and he leaned against the bed. âWhat have I fucking done!â he yelled, recalling Reina's painful expression, her tears as he ruthlessly thrust into her. âI'm sorry,â he muttered, seeing her wanting to go to that bastard after everything that had happened between them, after she fucking told him she loved him; his anger, combined with his remorse for cheating on her with Nadia, prevented him from thinking straight. He was huge, and taking a woman b
Xavier quickly jumped out of his car, his heart racing with a mix of urgency and anxiety as he hurried to his bedroom, each step quickening his pulse. Upon entering his bedroom, his gaze was instantly drawn to the woman sprawled on his bedâthe sheets pooling around her like gentle waves. She lay there, naked, her hair cascading across the pillow. Dried bloodstain marred her shoulder where he had marked, while her wrists bore the vivid trace of a bluish-purple bruise, a testament to her desperate attempts to escape the cruel grip of the handcuffs that bit into her skin when she attempted to break free. The crumpled sheets around her indicated the fierce struggle she endured from trying to release herself. He approached the bed with a heavy heart, climbing it to check her pulse, seeing how her body was still and unresponsive. A wave of relief washed over him when he felt her weak but steady breathing. He unclasped the cold metal of the handcuffs from her wrists. Gently, he lifted he
This chapter contains scenes of violence, sexual content, and torture. Please skip it if it makes you uncomfortable, it does not contain any major plot.*** Andre hears the faint sound of gunshots from the distance, an indication Xavier had arrived and a crossfire battle was going on between his men and Xavierâs men. He looked at Alexandre's face and said, âHear that? Your daddy is here. Do you want to see him one last time before I blow your"âAndre pointed his finger to his temple and flicked his thumb and addedââYour brain out?â he asked, looking at Alexandre, who looked back at him with an emotionless gaze. Angry, he lifted his hand, connecting it to his cheek; that's when he finally got a reaction out of him. Alexandre said something, but it came out muffled due to the tape sealing his lips. âYou want to tell me something?â Andre asked and reached for the tape and pulled it off. âWhat did you want to tell me?â âI wish you had two lives.â Alexandre said in a cold voice, his ic
Reinaâs heavy eyelids fluttered at the soothing sound of a womanâs voice drifting through her haze. The gentle touch of a hand brushing her hair and tenderly caressing her face felt like home after a long and rough day. For a fleeting moment, a thought flashed in her mind: âWas she dead?â because the touch was the same gentle touch of her mother that used to soothe her during restless nights and her soft voice. âI'm sorry, mi querida,â Carlotta murmured, her voice laced with heartfelt sorrow. âYou have been through so much, carrying the weight of your parentsâ death all by yourself. TĂa is deeply sorryâtruly sorry for abandoning you, my brother.â Carlotta said, as she leaned in closer, her intentions filled with affection, she was about to place a kiss on Reinaâs forehead, but the sudden creak of the door swinging open halted her movement. Xavier stepped into the room, the air thick with tension as Carlotta took in his appearance; her expression shifted as she demanded calmly, âWha
Lucas paused, momentarily at the soft whisper of his name brushing against his ears like a gentle breeze. Curiosity piqued, he turned to investigate the source of the sound. However, when he gazed in the direction the sound came from, his gaze fell upon the broad back of a figure dressed in a black hood, seemingly in an argument with a woman he couldn't see her face. Not seeing any familiar face, he shrugged slightly, dismissing whatever thought. Shaking off the sensation, he continued on his way toward the parking lot.He had visited the amusement park because it was where he and his parents visited when he was a kid. But he ended up recalling his time with Reina at an amusement park years back, how he took Reina's cotton candy and ate it all at once. He remembers how she hit him on the chest and ran away. He and the bodyguards had searched for her tirelessly until he found her in the photo booth; it turned out the long line outside was caused by Reina's refusal to exit the booth.â
Reinaâs heavy eyelids fluttered at the soothing sound of a womanâs voice drifting through her haze. The gentle touch of a hand brushing her hair and tenderly caressing her face felt like home after a long and rough day. For a fleeting moment, a thought flashed in her mind: âWas she dead?â because the touch was the same gentle touch of her mother that used to soothe her during restless nights and her soft voice. âI'm sorry, mi querida,â Carlotta murmured, her voice laced with heartfelt sorrow. âYou have been through so much, carrying the weight of your parentsâ death all by yourself. TĂa is deeply sorryâtruly sorry for abandoning you, my brother.â Carlotta said, as she leaned in closer, her intentions filled with affection, she was about to place a kiss on Reinaâs forehead, but the sudden creak of the door swinging open halted her movement. Xavier stepped into the room, the air thick with tension as Carlotta took in his appearance; her expression shifted as she demanded calmly, âWha
This chapter contains scenes of violence, sexual content, and torture. Please skip it if it makes you uncomfortable, it does not contain any major plot.*** Andre hears the faint sound of gunshots from the distance, an indication Xavier had arrived and a crossfire battle was going on between his men and Xavierâs men. He looked at Alexandre's face and said, âHear that? Your daddy is here. Do you want to see him one last time before I blow your"âAndre pointed his finger to his temple and flicked his thumb and addedââYour brain out?â he asked, looking at Alexandre, who looked back at him with an emotionless gaze. Angry, he lifted his hand, connecting it to his cheek; that's when he finally got a reaction out of him. Alexandre said something, but it came out muffled due to the tape sealing his lips. âYou want to tell me something?â Andre asked and reached for the tape and pulled it off. âWhat did you want to tell me?â âI wish you had two lives.â Alexandre said in a cold voice, his ic
Xavier quickly jumped out of his car, his heart racing with a mix of urgency and anxiety as he hurried to his bedroom, each step quickening his pulse. Upon entering his bedroom, his gaze was instantly drawn to the woman sprawled on his bedâthe sheets pooling around her like gentle waves. She lay there, naked, her hair cascading across the pillow. Dried bloodstain marred her shoulder where he had marked, while her wrists bore the vivid trace of a bluish-purple bruise, a testament to her desperate attempts to escape the cruel grip of the handcuffs that bit into her skin when she attempted to break free. The crumpled sheets around her indicated the fierce struggle she endured from trying to release herself. He approached the bed with a heavy heart, climbing it to check her pulse, seeing how her body was still and unresponsive. A wave of relief washed over him when he felt her weak but steady breathing. He unclasped the cold metal of the handcuffs from her wrists. Gently, he lifted he
It was dark when Xavier's sports car came to a screeching halt at the parking lot of his hotel. He got out, slamming the door shut, and made his way up to his luxurious penthouse. As he entered, he headed straight for the bar and poured himself a generous amount of whiskey and downed it in one swift motion. "Damn it!!" he cursed, smashing the glass hard against the wall, where it shattered into pieces on the floor. Grabbing another glass and the whiskey bottle, he made his way to the bedroom. He sat on the floor and pulled off his shirt, and he leaned against the bed. âWhat have I fucking done!â he yelled, recalling Reina's painful expression, her tears as he ruthlessly thrust into her. âI'm sorry,â he muttered, seeing her wanting to go to that bastard after everything that had happened between them, after she fucking told him she loved him; his anger, combined with his remorse for cheating on her with Nadia, prevented him from thinking straight. He was huge, and taking a woman b
Trigger Warning: This chapter contains mature content and sexual scenes. Please read at your own risk. ~~~ The moment Reina and Alexandre walked out of the mansion, Xavier, who had been looking after her retreating figure, his expression darkened into a venomous glare as he turned to one of the bodyguards standing nearby and said, âTell the men to get ready; I'm going out.â âYes, boss,â the bodyguard said as he walked out of the mansion to go and fulfill his boss' request. ~â˘âŞÂ¤âŞâ˘~ After trailing Reina for the past four hours, Xavier, dressed in a black sweatpant and sweatshirt with the hood over his head, turned to leave the amusement park when he saw the face he didn't wish to see. He started walking over to where Reina was, but then her smiling face turned to him; he was about to smile when he noticed how her expression turned to one of surprise, then urgent, as she muttered, âLucas.â That's when he realized she wasn't looking at him, but behind. Xavier stood there as he wa
Andre smirked inwardly as he looked after Xavier's retreating figure, seeing he had successfully achieved his goal. However, Reina, on the other hand, continued her meal as if nothing had happened. She was trying to be the mature one and act like she was okay with Xavier's question when every fiber of her being told her Xavier was talking about himself. The thought that Xavier loved another woman awakened a possessiveness she didn't know she possessed; she wasn't this angry even when she found out Lucas got Bianca pregnant and loved her. That's why she decided to not change out of her clothes like Xavier wanted; she wanted him to feel a small portion of the pain she was feeling. She saw the finger marks on his chest when he carried her, and she had an inkling it wasn't Yolanda who left those marks. She hates him; she's boiling with anger. But since he displayed his anger even when she was trying to be understanding, then fine, it takes two to play this game after all. âMummy, can
~â˘Â°â°â˘~ The next morning: Sicily, Reina's eyes snapped open at the sharp sound of her bedroom door clicking shut, a subtle echo that broke the stillness of the room. Instantly, she was enveloped by the intoxicating masculine scent of Xavier, a mix of woodsy cologne and something uniquely him that sent a shiver down her spine. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she quickly swung her legs over the edge of the bed and walked across the room with a sense of urgency, drawn to the magnetic presence that filled the air. She opened the door, and peeking outside, she scanned the corridor, but the hall was empty. Disappointed, she stepped back inside, pulling the door shut. Reina completed her morning routine with a sense of satisfaction; Xavier was back, and she wanted to look her best. She carefully chose a long, beautiful, white, sleeveless, bodycon, backless dress that hung on her curves perfectly. She straightened her wavy hair, giving it a sleek, polished appearance, then styled it to
~°â˘ââ˘Â°~ Colombia: The morning sunlight streamed through the office glass wall as Mr. Sergio stepped inside, his shoes tapping against the floor. âGood morning, Mr. Black,â he greeted warmly, his voice resonating in the quiet space. Lucas, seated behind his desk, met his gaze with a slight nod and offered, âHave a seat.â âThank you,â Mr. Sergio replied, sitting in the chair across from Lucas. He opened the leather briefcase resting on his lap, revealing a pile of documents, flash drives, and a brown envelope. He pulled out the envelope and several neatly stacked files and placed them before Lucas, his expression turning serious as he reported âInside this envelope, you will find screenshots from CCTV footage of you and your parents. Some were captured here in Mexico, while others trace back to Italy.â As Lucas processed the information, Sergio continued, âI don't know how the change came about, but your parents were very, excuse my words, poor when your mother was pregnant. They