Sariel's point of view "Are you sober?" Maddy growls at me. He's still lying there and staring at me. I bet if I were still asleep, I'd know how he'd wake me up—like if I were Aurora and he was the prince who'd kiss me to wake me up. Ha! My delusions are wild. "I'm moderately functional." I smile at him and lightly touch my temple, which feels like it's under constant pressure. "I'll take that as a no," Maddy hisses, getting up from the bed. "Where are you going?" I immediately grab the hem of his t-shirt. He looks at it, then back at my eyes. I quickly let go, lean back against the headboard, and close my eyes. "I'm going downstairs to check on the others and prepare breakfast. Take your medicine first and follow me to the kitchen," he replies before turning and leaving the room. I tried to recall what happened last night—watching Mean Girls, the series of dares—and then I don’t know what happened next. We were probably all really drunk, except maybe for some of the guys, but
Maddox's point of view Aster, Kaelyn, and Sariel are going to the mall. Sariel invited me to go with them, but I can't because we still have something important to do. We're still here at the rest house with my siblings, who seem to be lacking some love and care. "Kuya, look at this," Kenzie snapped, laughing at his antics before showing me his phone. He played a video he recorded of Nyx being dared to apply makeup without a mirror. Tsk. This guy's crazy. Nyx must have heard the video because the volume was on full blast. "Hey! You're really a jerk, Kenzie! I'm going to kill you. Get over here!" Nyx shouted and chased after Kenzie, who was now running outside. All we have to do now is wait for Lowe. He explained that he left early because he had a meeting with Sunny. For God's sake, I don't know why. As for Owen and Lexi, they'll be part of our meeting later. They didn't really have somewhere else to go; it was just an excuse they gave to Sariel. Those three weeks weren't easy f
Sariel's point of viewWe're currently at the National Bookstore with Kaelyn and Aster. We only took one big cart, and Aster is the one pushing it. Thankfully, Aster shares the same vibes as me, while I have no idea what station Kaelyn is at. As for Aster and me, we're busy browsing through dark romance books, action and mystery thrillers, and, let's not forget, fantasy."Hey, Ate Sera," Aster called, and she came to me, showing me a book. "Have you read this? Twisted Emotions and Twisted Pride?""Oh? I didn't finish it, but I can really say it's good, and the author is great at writing. I just wasn't able to finish it. It's the type of sensation where I can sense the pain in the characters' words every time they're throwing it. Damn, it's just one of my collections to support. Oh my gosh, I honestly can't. I'm also heartbroken, just like the characters," I said with a chuckle."How about this?" She showed me another book, but Kaelyn interrupted by handing her a Bible. "Why don't you
Sariel's point of view "Let's go outside? We can't talk here in the middle of the bookstore," I respond. But before that, I saw Lexi and Kenzie peeking at us from the stationary section. I frowned in their direction. What are they doing? Maddy started walking outside, so I just followed him. "Wait, where are we going?" He didn't respond to me. I thought we would go inside the lift, but instead, he goes to the stairs and waits there. I hesitated, but I had no choice—I had to talk to him about Murphy. He motioned for me to follow. This area is for staff use only and leads to a restricted area. Why is he taking me here? I growled at him, "I told you we needed to talk." By now, I'm starting to get pissed. He answers, "Yeah, I know. So, talk," with a fierce expression in his eyes. I shot him a look like, Are you kidding me? Talk? Here? In a personnel-restricted area? There's no one passing by. Well, of course, it's a restricted area. I'm not thinking that he's going to do anything to
Sariel's point of view "Ahhh," I moan, but then I remember we're in public, and someone might hear me, so I stifle my moan. I'm really wet down there. He slowly and deeply slides his fingers as he finger-fucks me, moving them in and out. I make a sound like a sob as I clench around him. I want to scream, but I can't. Gracious, it feels like I'm being punished, but it's different—it's so good. His fingers feel amazing—they're big and fit inside of me perfectly—but this is the first time I've experienced it with someone else's fingers. I mean, I do finger myself, and it sucks, but at least I experience some pleasure. He inserted another finger, and I arched my back. With a sinister gleam in his eyes, he looks down at me. My eyes roll back in my head. I'm trembling all over. As his fingers delve into my pússy, it melts in his hand. As the orgasm lingers, he slowly circles. "You good?" I nod, as if my voice is trapped in my throat. He slowly and deeply rubs around my clitoral area, his
Sariel's point of view It's been a week since that incident on the stairs. My period has been intense. My mom told me to go for a checkup, but of course, I refused. I'll just leave it to Eva, well? I also don’t take pain relievers; I’m not into medications. Even when I get sick, I don’t take tablets or capsules. I remember how he took care of me, like I was his baby. Well, duh, I am his baby. His patience is truly impressive. Thank goodness he endured my tantrums. I also keep visiting him at his penthouse. Like, really? Shouldn't the guy be the one visiting? But he does pick me up and drop me off, usually at Meli's place. I'm currently lying down on his couch in the living room, clutching a hot compress on my belly. The hot compress is enough for me; it really helps ease the pain. "Hey, do you want some chocolate?" he asked while approaching me. My eyes brightened when I heard the word 'chocolate.' "Yes, please. Dark chocolate?" I looked up. "Yeah, sure," he answered, continuin
Third Person's Point of View “Dad, are you okay? ”She gently asked her father. They met at a small inn to ensure no one would recognize them. “Yes, I’m fine,” he hissed. He didn’t know what to do anymore because his business was really going down. What he needed most right now was his daughter, who could help with his plans. “How are things going with you and the guys? ”He asked his daughter. A look of concern crossed his daughter’s face. “It’s okay, Dad. I think they’re still busy with their own activities,” his daughter explained. He smirked at what he heard. “Then, let’s start with one of them, the lesser-known one,” he said excitedly. His daughter quickly agreed, and they burst into laughter like maniacs. “So? Where’s the location? I think we should find a place far away from civilization, where no one can find us, or perhaps a thousand-year-old abandoned place,” she suggested. Her father just nodded in agreement. He was amazed by his daughter’s intelligence; there was no d
Maddox's point of viewSariel asked me to sing. I don’t know why, but it’s been a long time since I last sang. I hesitated at first, but when I looked into her pleading almond-shaped eyes, I realized I couldn't refuse her. So, I asked her what song she wanted. She requested Too Sweet by Hozier; it’s pretty easy to sing.If I compare her to the song Too Sweet, I'm not sure if she deserves someone like me. I can't promise to protect her, but I've already told her that I own her and that my world is dangerous for her. Yet, I don't think I can let her go. I don't want another man to have her; I want her to be mine and mine alone. I may be alluring to her, but I am also merciless. I fear I might hurt her in the future and won’t be able to protect her. I hope that I do not regret claiming her as my own, because she is too good for me. However, if that is the case, I will address it at a later time. Damn, I'm thinking too far ahead again.I snapped back to reality when Sariel wrapped her arm
Sariel's Point of View Everything is going smoothly, but when Maddox stormed into my house one day, it felt like we were back to our usual arguments. "Wow, I thought we already discussed this. Apparently, it wasn’t enough. What more do you want?" "Yeah, I thought so too. But you know what? I’ve been waiting for you to tell me that Mason is my son, but you didn’t. When do you plan to inform me? When he’s older and doesn’t even know me as his father?" He spat, his words cutting deep. I froze, unable to respond immediately. I didn’t expect him to find out like this—I wanted to be the one to tell him. I was just waiting for the right time. But now, his timing felt like lightning, striking too fast. I took a deep breath and looked at him. Fortunately, my son wasn’t home; he was out with my mom. "So? Can we talk calmly?" I asked, tilting my head. "I am calm!" he yelled, and I raised my brows at him. "Then why are you yelling?" "I'm not." "Are you?" "Okay, I’m
Third Person's Point of View As Lowe, Mason, and Sariel finished their meal, Sariel's son excused himself to go to the bathroom. Lowe and Sariel offered to accompany him, but Mason confidently said he could manage on his own. See? Sariel's little boy is becoming quite independent. Sariel let him go, knowing she could still see him heading toward the restroom. After all, this is a luxurious restaurant, and Sariel doesn’t expect any trouble in such a place. Lowe, however, had already spotted his brother and was carefully hiding his expression to keep Sariel from noticing. If Sariel discovered the truth, she would undoubtedly confront him. Initially, Lowe had promised not to meddle in their situation. But after seeing the undeniable longing between Sariel and his brother, Lowe decided it was time to step in. Meanwhile, Mason was already in the bathroom. After finishing up, he stepped out of a cubicle, feeling a little jumpy from all the delicious food he had eaten. On his wa
Sariel's Point of View After all the events, I continued to contemplate my next course of action. I didn’t answer my son’s question properly, and I don’t want to lie to him either. I need to talk to Lowe. I know he’s here since he followed me back to the Philippines after my flight. I was about to call Lowe, but luck seemed to be on my side; he was already calling me. I swiped to answer, placed the phone to my ear, and walked back to my room. I had just checked on my son, who was still asleep. It’s Sunday today, and later in the afternoon, we’re planning to visit Sister Jane. “Hey, what’s up?” Lowe greeted. I opened the door, pushed it closed with my foot, and headed to my bed to settle in. I let out a deep sigh. What do I even tell him? “What’s going on? Your sigh was so heavy I could feel it from here. Is it a big problem?” he exclaimed, laughing loudly on the other end. I snorted, rolling my eyes even though he couldn’t see it. “Can you stop laughing and just help me?”
Sariel's Point of View After six years, my son has grown up, and my mother and I have raised him in the United States. My uncle's arrest six years ago led to the return of the company to us. We owe our lawyer a great deal for making that happen. Now, after all these years, I find myself feeling a mix of emotions. For those six years, I entrusted the company to someone reliable, so I had no worries. However, now the company urgently needs me, and I have no choice but to return to the Philippines with my mother and son. As soon as we arrived, I dove straight into managing the business. I'm currently in traffic on my way to pick up my son from school. I sighed and drummed my fingers on the steering wheel, feeling anxious. I couldn’t help but worry that he might end up waiting in the shed alone, even though there are guards around. He seems to have inherited my stubbornness. Of all traits, it had to be that one. After a few minutes, the traffic eased, and I continued drivi
Sariel's Point of View To escape everything happening in the Philippines, my mother and I decided to settle in Amsterdam and bought property there. Now, we live in Amsterdam, where I can begin to heal the wounds in my heart. I keep myself occupied by creating whatever I want—cakes, cookies, and other treats. We own a small bakery, and though it’s modest, people love it and truly enjoy my baked goods. But one thing troubles me: a month after I found out I was pregnant, I felt pleased knowing Maddox is the father. However, I plan to keep this a secret from him because of the hatred he harbors for me and his constant belief in revenge. I began feeling symptoms but ignored them, thinking I was simply worn out from baking. However, when it became too much, I finally went for a check-up with my mom. The result of this pregnancy came from that night when we lost control. I wanted it, so I don’t regret this blessing. I placed my hand on my growing belly and gently caressed it
Sariel's Point of View I dialed my mother's number. By the second ring, she picked up. "Hello, dear? Have you decided what to do?" she greeted. "Yup. Ready to kidnap me?" I playfully chuckled to myself. "Right away. Wait for me," she chirped, and the call ended. I made sure to leave behind the less important items and bring only the essentials. I only brought one backpack. I didn’t want it to look obvious that I was running away. Hopefully, they'd assume I was just making a quick trip to Jungle K. I’ll miss this place so much. When my phone beeped and I saw my mother's text messages, I cautiously and silently walked around the back of the house, being careful not to draw attention. They were still in the living room. Mommy is not far away waiting for me; she just booked a grab for our transpo. We’d stop briefly at Daddy’s grave to say goodbye. Upon exiting the house, I exhaled with a sense of relief. Thank goodness they didn’t notice me. I sprinted as quickly
Sariel's Point of View I simply approached them and took a seat across from Maddox. I didn’t even glance at the woman who had been staring at me since she turned to look earlier. Great, do I look ugly to her now? My eyes are still swelling. Maddox didn’t seem to mind, though. My stomach felt more sour as I stared at the prepared dishes. My gaze shifted to Maddox when he started talking. "This is Winona, Sariel, and that's Sariel." He gestured back and forth between me and Winona. "Winona will be staying here for a while. Meli and Aster are still in Cebu, so no one can stay with her. I just can’t let her stay alone in the hotel. "She's just here for a vacation," he explained. I shrugged, not really caring if she stayed or not. It’s his house anyway. "Sure, nice meeting you. Feel free to roam around as you wish. Just don’t mind me." I looked up at Winona and smiled. Gosh, she just smiled back. "Thank you, Sariel. Nice meeting you, too. I hope we can be friends." She beamed
Sariel's Point of View The open floor-to-ceiling windows make me wake up as the sun rises, hitting my face. I grab my head. Damn. What a hell of a hangover. This is definitely the last time I drink. Yeah, it’s always the "last," but I never stick to it. I yawn and hug the guy next to me even tighter. It feels like I’m still dreaming. Why do I smell the perfume of Maddox the great? I open my eyes and start to feel my body. Damn, I move slightly and feel pain in my core. Gosh, I’m not dreaming anymore. I’m in reality. "Ha! Woah, you still don’t have any shame on you, do you?" I jump when the guy suddenly speaks. I look up at him, and my eyes widen even more. I shrieked and got up, pulling the duvet to cover my naked body, but then I realized that we are still both naked under the thick duvet. "What did you do to me? I thought I was with a different man. I didn't expect that... It's you," I murmur after. "Yeah? You didn't realize? Would you like me to provide further details
Sariel's point of view I moistened my lips, then stammered out a weak, "Thank you. You can make it much harder. Let's proceed to the final phase of the encounter. Let me squirt around your cock." Then, he carefully strips, exposing his chest; after that, his pants and garments exposed his large cock in front of me, and he affectionately stroked it, making me feel nervous. I can't believe it. He was so huge and thick that I worried about whether or not he would be able to fit inside of me. "Holy mother, fuck. The size of yours is really huge. I'm going to run for my life right now." As I snicker, my arousal is palpable, and my pússy is already itching just from looking at it. "It can fit, baby. Let me stretchsexize you to fit it," he snorted, grinning at me. "stretchsexize? What do you mean?" I asked, and my brows snapped together in confusion. "Yup, stretchsexize. Let me stretch you for exercise from the tip of my cock, and then I can fully enter you," he deadpanned, licking his