Xavier, with Reina in his arms, walked out of the glass gazebo; he locked it and hurriedly walked back into the mansion, his heart racing as he inwardly chided himself. âHow could he have thought he could take her there, knowing how much she cherished that place?â Tonight, he felt happy with the way things were going that he forgot he didn't have to do anything that might trigger Reina's memory. Tonight he had wanted to show and tell her everything. That she was his wife, for God's sake. He can't anymore. He wants to go to bed with his wife in his arms. Her face to be the first he sees when he opens his eyes. âIs that too much? To want his life to be whole?â On reaching the floor where their rooms were located, he had wanted to take her to his room but decided against it. Xavier gently placed Reina on her bed. He pulled out his phone from his pocket and dialed Dr. Emiliano, who answered on the first ring. âBoss,â his voice sounded. âCome to my wife's room immediately.â Xavier
âXavier?â Reina said, the moment she opened her eyes and realized she was in Xavier's arms in her bed and inside her room. How did she get into her room, and why did Xavier come to sleep in her room?The only thing she remembers is she and Xavier putting Alexandre to bed and walking out of his room. That's all. She sat up, gently lifting Xavier's arm around her, but his eyes shot open, and he held her gaze for a moment before he abruptly sat up, his hand gripping her shoulder, as he softly began rubbing her arm.âAmore mio, you're awake,â Xavier asked worriedly as he cradled Reina's face in his palm, his thumb rubbing her cheek. âAre you alright?â He asked, searching her face as tension began swirling within him as he saw the perplexed look on Reina's face as she looked at him.âHow am I here? And why are you here?â She asked, and Xavier's heart skipped a beat; he took her hands in his and began.âReina, yesterday, I took you to the top of the mountain, and you fainted. You remember m
After an hour of soaking herself inside the bathtub, Reina stepped out of the bathtub, the water dripping down her body as she approached the shelf and took a towel as she began to pat herself dry.She walked out of the bathroom, and after applying lotion and her favorite perfume, rose and jasmine,. She entered her closet, her eyes instantly drawn to the red lingerie she got at the boutique she met Lucas. After slipping on the lingerie, she pulled out a drawer and took out the amber glass anal plug together with the lubricant she got and walked back into the bathroom.After cleaning it, she read instructions on how to use it, and following the instructions, she applied the lubricant on its smooth surface, and after inhaling and exhaling to calm her racing heart, she inserted the anal plug, and fuck, it was so uncomfortable, yet, she didn't miss the tingling sensation that coursed through her. It was new and different; she would enjoy it. Reina checked the time, and it was a few minute
"Ahh...â 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, âMicetta.â 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. âHere is your coffee, mi amor,â Reina said, handing the coffee to the devilishly handsome man seated on the sofa. His thick eyebrows were knitted to
Reina looked at the two with hot tears falling down her face. She was in immense pain; it felt like a fist was clenching around her heart; she couldn't remember how to breathe. She clutched her chest as she looked at her husband spanking and squeezing Bianca's ass. How Bianca will pull away from the kiss and moan breathlessly with her head thrown back, Lucas leaving trails of wet kisses and bite marks on her neck and shoulders. There was no doubt this wasn't the first time. There were days she found lipstick stains on Lucas' shirt and even brief, when he returned from work, giving her a vivid imagination of what might have happened. She told Bianca, and Bianca accused Lucas' secretary. However, when they confronted Lucas' secretary, Reina found out the poor lady was a lesbian. Reina had confronted Lucas, and their arguments always ended with her trying to please Lucas for doubting him. The mystery woman she was searching for was her best friend all along. Lucas, in a husky, longing vo
Reina took a relaxing bath and applied medication to the bruises on her face with Amaliaâs help. The tantalizing scent of sizzling tortillas, eggs, and bacon welcomes her upon returning to her room. Her gaze went to the tray holding covered dishes, orange juice, and a jug of water resting on a table in the corner. The maid, as stubborn as Reina, still managed to sneak her food as a form of gratitude before she left. "Madam, I will leave you to get dressed; please enjoy your meal. I will leave the door open for your convenience." Amalia said. Reina nodded with a warm smile. The moment Amalia left the room, Reina sank onto her bed, tears streaming down her bruised face. She tried to conceal her pain. She didn't want to show how broken she was in front of everyone, especially her husband. But now she couldn't hold on any longer. It hurtsâit hurts so bad. Why? Why does this keep happening to her? Why did she have to endure the agony of rejection over and over again because of who her par
Reina made her way to the living room an hour later, the soft glow from the chandelier casting a warm light across her features. Her slightly tousled curly hair framed her face as she surveyed the room, her eyes glinting with curiosity. She was dressed in a stunning champagne mermaid gown with a silver diamond-embroidered lace design artfully appliquéd with sequin accents. The dress hugged her curves with a flattering basque waistline that accentuated her silhouette. Its deep v-neckline, held delicately by fine spaghetti straps, added a touch of elegance, while the sheer bustier bodice infused the ensemble with a hint of sensuality. The light fabric shimmered softly, catching the light with every movement, transforming her into a vision of grace and allure. She was wearing a diamond necklace and earrings that accentuated her beautiful long neck and a silver mirror stiletto, accessorized with diamonds. The faint sound of her heel against the tiled floor drew the attention of everyone in
After an hour of soaking herself inside the bathtub, Reina stepped out of the bathtub, the water dripping down her body as she approached the shelf and took a towel as she began to pat herself dry.She walked out of the bathroom, and after applying lotion and her favorite perfume, rose and jasmine,. She entered her closet, her eyes instantly drawn to the red lingerie she got at the boutique she met Lucas. After slipping on the lingerie, she pulled out a drawer and took out the amber glass anal plug together with the lubricant she got and walked back into the bathroom.After cleaning it, she read instructions on how to use it, and following the instructions, she applied the lubricant on its smooth surface, and after inhaling and exhaling to calm her racing heart, she inserted the anal plug, and fuck, it was so uncomfortable, yet, she didn't miss the tingling sensation that coursed through her. It was new and different; she would enjoy it. Reina checked the time, and it was a few minute
âXavier?â Reina said, the moment she opened her eyes and realized she was in Xavier's arms in her bed and inside her room. How did she get into her room, and why did Xavier come to sleep in her room?The only thing she remembers is she and Xavier putting Alexandre to bed and walking out of his room. That's all. She sat up, gently lifting Xavier's arm around her, but his eyes shot open, and he held her gaze for a moment before he abruptly sat up, his hand gripping her shoulder, as he softly began rubbing her arm.âAmore mio, you're awake,â Xavier asked worriedly as he cradled Reina's face in his palm, his thumb rubbing her cheek. âAre you alright?â He asked, searching her face as tension began swirling within him as he saw the perplexed look on Reina's face as she looked at him.âHow am I here? And why are you here?â She asked, and Xavier's heart skipped a beat; he took her hands in his and began.âReina, yesterday, I took you to the top of the mountain, and you fainted. You remember m
Xavier, with Reina in his arms, walked out of the glass gazebo; he locked it and hurriedly walked back into the mansion, his heart racing as he inwardly chided himself. âHow could he have thought he could take her there, knowing how much she cherished that place?â Tonight, he felt happy with the way things were going that he forgot he didn't have to do anything that might trigger Reina's memory. Tonight he had wanted to show and tell her everything. That she was his wife, for God's sake. He can't anymore. He wants to go to bed with his wife in his arms. Her face to be the first he sees when he opens his eyes. âIs that too much? To want his life to be whole?â On reaching the floor where their rooms were located, he had wanted to take her to his room but decided against it. Xavier gently placed Reina on her bed. He pulled out his phone from his pocket and dialed Dr. Emiliano, who answered on the first ring. âBoss,â his voice sounded. âCome to my wife's room immediately.â Xavier
The car Reina was riding in glided through the darkening streets. They had turned onto the forest route when suddenly, the headlight of another car from behind shone in the car. She turned to look back just as the bodyguard sitting in the passenger seat informed her it was the boss. Reina's heart skipped a beat as she thought of what to do; feeling out of ideas, she instructed the other bodyguard driving the car. âKeep driving; don't give him the impression we have noticed them, orâŠâ Reina's speech was interrupted by the honking sound of Xavier's car. âMadam?â The driver awaited Reina's instructions. Reina could see the panic expression on the bodyguards faces. They were scared of the impending wrath Xavier would unleash on them. âStop,â Reina ordered, and the car halted. Reina watched as Xavier, dressed in his signature all-black, got out of his car, still looking ravishing, even with the frown twisting his face and the deadly aura surrounding him as he approached. He wasn't weari
âReina...â the name slipped out of Lucas' lips. He had been looking forward to this, the day he would finally come face to face with Reina after almost two months apart. But this wasn't what he had anticipated, the expression on her face as she looked at him. âReina, I can explain⊠please,â he said, reaching for her hand, but she recoiled away from his touch and demanded, âTell me! Tell me it wasn't true! Tell me I heard wrong that the man I spent four fucking years of my life with didn't pay a random man to have sex with me!â âI'm sorry, mi amor; I regret my decision back then. I love you. I realized it too late," Lucas explained, his voice tender as he searched Reina's face for a sign of understanding. âOh, I'm so happy; my husband loves me,â Reina exclaimed sarcastically, tears streaming down her face. Just then her eyes widened, as if recalling something, as she demanded, âSo it was all a plan, you changing overnight? You really couldn't stand me, so you decided to set me up,
~Sicily~ It was a few minutes past 12 PM when Lucas and Rosario arrived at the mall. Even though Lucas had insisted it was okay, he would just ask his driver to get his clothes from the hotel. However, Rosario insisted he came to the mall with her since the clothes they got weren't his size. They approached a luxury boutique. An assistant approached them with a warm smile and said, âHi, welcome to our boutique. I will be your assistant to help you check out the clothes you are interested in.â Rosario points at Lucas and says, âI need clothes in his size.â Just then Lucas' phone started to ring. He brought out the phone, and it was Bianca. He smirked inwardly as he thought. âAfter refusing to answer all his calls, who is calling now?â He turned to Rosario and said, âI will get this; you go ahead.â Rosario nodded and walked away. Lucas went to the dressing area, and just then his phone began to ring again. He saw a flimsy red lingerie on a mannequin, and he imagined how it would look
After what felt like an eternity, Lucas finally reached his climax. He was sensible enough to pull his dick out of Ximena and cum on the sheets. Ximena lay there, her eyes bloodshot as her body was covered in sweat. âHow did she end up like this? She met her long-lost cousin for the first time, and they already had sex?â She was so tired after all the effort she used to push Lucas away, but he prevented her. Just then Lucas hovered over her, and that snapped her out of her thoughts. She pushed him away just as he asked her. âAre you okay?â Ximena scoffed, disbelief etching her features. She sat up and slapped Lucas hard across the face. âI asked you to stop. But you forced me. I hate you! I wish you had indeed died!â With that, she got off the bed and hurried out; lucky for her, there was no one in the corridor. Ximena had entered her room when she jumped in fright. âMarco, when did you come?â She asked, her voice trembling. âWhat happened to you? Did you cry?â Marco questioned,
Xavier sat Reina on the bed and went into the bathroom. He returned a few minutes later and gently pushed her down on the bed, her hair spread on the pillow, her cheeks crimson as she held his gaze. Xavier smiled at her softly, and Reina returned it nervously, her body trembling slightly. She was shy now that she thinks about it. Even though she had had sex with Xavier, imagining him looking at her so intimately made her nervous and excited with anticipation at the same time. Xavier, seeing her nervousness, began to gently caress her thighs. He spread her legs wide and knelt between her legs. "So beautiful," Xavier breathed, his breath caught inside his throat as his eyes fixed on Reina's red pussy calling out to him. Reina, feeling bare and exposed, tried to clamp her legs shut, but Xavier's grip on her inner thighs, gentle but firm, held her in place. âDon't move; allow me to relieve you,â Xavier said, bending over and placing a lingering wet kiss on her closed pussylips, inhal
It was a few minutes past 6 pm when Lucas arrived at the location the private investigator gave him. He got out of the car and walked through the front lawn, and judging by how trimmed the grass of the lawn was, he realized there was someone accommodating the house. He climbed up the stairs, stepping onto the veranda, then pressed the doorbell. He had lifted his hand to press the bell once again when the knob turned. The door opened, and a middle-aged woman, Rosario, came into view. One look at Lucas' face that reminded her of her late sister, his gray eyes that were the exact color, she opened her mouth as the name, âLucas?â escape it. Lucas frowned as a whirlwind of thoughts swirled in his mind. âHow did the woman know who he was? Could it be that they knew where he was all this while but did not reach out to him?â Before Lucas could voice his thoughts, the woman said, âOh, my goodness, you are alive! I knew you didn't die. My boy,â she said, throwing her arms around Lucas, embra