Sariel's point of view SUNDAY ANNIVERSARY PARTY I’ve dressed myself in a purple silk A-line cocktail dress with a clavicle-framing neckline. It fits with flares at the shoulders for an extravagant look and has soft, molded sleeves that follow my natural curves. The theme is pastel, and the dress code is cocktail attire for girls. We’re going to the mansion, and Tito has already arrived. Murphy? He's downstairs, talking to my mom. Tsk, as if my mom would actually like him for me. I also brought the gift for the anniversary couple. I let Mom choose it since I didn't know what to get. After finishing everything, I made my way downstairs. Murphy claps loudly, and it echoes through the room. I rolled my eyes at him. "Sar, you look amazing. I love your outfit," he said. It's like he's never seen me before, but he looks at me differently every day. "So? May I?" He approached me as I neared the last step and motioned his hand towards me. I took his hand immediately, even though I didn't
Sariel's Point of View Before we could reach the top, I stopped Murphy. “Wait, my purse, I need it. I didn’t bring it with me.” “What? I thought you had it? I’ll get it; just wait here,” he said, but I didn’t let him. Even though I was dizzy, I did my best to get back to our table from earlier. When I arrived, all the remaining men immediately focused on me. I ignored them and sat back down. Damn. If I went back with Murphy and Jasper upstairs, it might be the end for me. I’ll just have to endure the heat I’m feeling. I felt Murphy behind me. “I thought you were going to the restroom? ”He leaned in and whispered in my ear. “No, it’s not necessary. I suddenly changed my mind; let’s stay here for now,” I murmured. He only responded with, “Okay,” and sat down to my right once more, with Jasper returning to my left. I felt stiff; I was uncomfortable between them. I needed to do something to ease my anxiety. I took my phone from my purse and planned to send a message to Maddox. 'Hey
Sariel's point of view I don’t know how many minutes I was unconscious, but I don’t care. The pain in my head is still pounding, and I groan, feeling like I’m about to pass out again. Maddy comes to mind, followed by Murphy and Jasper chasing me. I woke up when I heard Maddy groaning, and my eyes widened. What the hell was he doing? I tried to get up and stop him, but he just glared at me. I begged him to stop, but his shallow breathing and intense pounding made it seem like he didn't hear me. My body hurt, and I wasn’t okay. My foot was swollen as a result of Murphy's stomping, and it felt as though a hammer was still striking my head. “Maddy, please,” I pleaded again. “Please, what?” he roared back. “Just stop; you’re killing me. It hurts; please stop, let go,” I said, wiping the tears running down my cheeks. I grasped his arms and hugged him. “Please?” He stopped and faced me, but then he turned to look back at Murphy and punched him in the face one last time. Maddy was sti
Third Person's Point of ViewWhen Maddox is finally completely naked, he positions himself at Sariel's entrance, ready to enter. Maddox groans in her ear, "Baby, I hope you won’t regret this tomorrow."Sariel responds, "I may be under the influence of drugs, but I still know what I'm doing." Maddox holds her arms above her head."Yes, as you wish," Maddox murmurs. Without waiting for a response, he thrusts into her tight hole."Aahhhh," Sariel cries out. He groans, "Damn, baby, you’re so tight.""Yeah, don’t stop, please," Sariel begs. Maddox follows her instructions, thrusting hard and fast into Sariel's tight hole. It’s incredible, he thinks. He hadn’t expected to experience this for the first time. He had never had anal sex before; only now with Sariel. If he’d known it could be this pleasurable, he’d be willing to do it again, just with her.Despite setting the air conditioning to the coldest temperature, they are both sweating. They pant heavily. Maddox lifts her hips higher, gri
Sariel's point of view When Sister Jane got off first, it was just Lowe and me left in our seats. In front of us was a teenage girl and her handsome companion. I wasn’t sure if they were a couple or just siblings. Let’s not meddle with the kids right now. So, there were only four of us left here. On the other side, I couldn’t tell if there were many of them. There was a curtain blocking the view. Wew, we might end up in a Train to Busan situation. "Lowe, what station are we at?" I asked him. "I don’t know. We’re heading to the last station, so don’t worry. You were acting all high and mighty earlier, right?" He snorted at me. Should I report this to Maddy? I just rolled my eyes at him and ignored him. I focused my attention outside; the buildings looked cute, like they were running. Upon arriving at the final station, we found ourselves lost once more. So, we ended up calling for a ride. My companion had been complaining for a while. When our ride arrived, we went straight to Meli
Sariel's point of view We're now in Meli's living room, eating cookies and scrolling through our phones. We're also chatting. I'm on TikTok right now. "Meli, are you aware of the issue with Mayor Gou? The one with the Pogo hub?" I ask her, lying on the couch and still eating cookies. "No, I don’t keep up with that stuff. And I don’t care. My problem right now is how to talk to my ex in person. She expresses her irritation by saying, "My brother," but I was unable to hear the final sentence because she mumbled it. I just rolled my eyes at her. "Just move on," I spat. "Move on? It may be simple to say, but putting it into practice can be challenging. I believe that I can only move on if I have a face-to-face conversation with him, ensuring a proper breakup." She pouted. I raised an eyebrow at her. "Do you want me to find you a new boyfriend?" I inquire, but she simply flinches away. I ignored her and continued scro
Maddox's point of view After talking to Sariel, I went back to Kenzie. We need to keep checking their backgrounds. I took a deep breath; it felt so heavy to do this. Maybe I'll just tell him afterward. "Hey, so? What's up? "Have you discovered anything about Sariel's background?" I inquired as I settled into my previous seat. "I called Nyx earlier, and you might not like what I'm about to tell you. Brace yourself," he said, turning to face me with a blank expression. I cocked my head. What does he mean by brace myself? My face grew tense. "What?" I asked, studying his face. "Her full name is Seraphena Ariel Dixon. She's the daughter of Seira Dixon and Archer Sinclair Dixon, according to my research. Her father passed away a long time ago. She and her mother are the only ones left in the Dixon family," he explained. "So? You're telling me they're actually related to Finn Dixon?" I deadpanned. "No, I have
Maddox's point of view There's a burning feeling in my chest. My mouth snaps shut; I have no words. I know that even if I ask her, she will lie again. Why does she have to lie? Maybe she's hiding something from me. But what else? I already know about her parents, and she doesn't have any illegal backgrounds—they're all clean. Neighbor? Tsk. Neighbor, my ass. I turned on my heel and walked back to my office. I bounced in my seat, ignoring Kenzie’s furrowed brows directed at me. “What happened to you? You look like the heavens and earth have conspired against you,” he wondered. I clenched my fist, and my knuckles turned white. Damn. I have no choice but to find out what she’s really up to right now. I didn’t answer his question. I threw another question at him. “Can you locate where Sariel is right now?” I asked, leaned forward, gaze locked and unblinking; it's like every muscle in my body coiled like a spring, ready to snap
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