Sariel's point of view Murphy changed his mind in a flash. I immediately discharged him after he overheard our conversation. I had already ended the call with Maddy. I went outside the room to talk to him directly, and of course, that idiot followed me. When we returned to his room, he pulled something out from behind him. My eyes widened. "What the heck?" How did he bring a Glock into this hospital? I took a step back and glared at him. "How did you get that in here?" I hissed, gritting my teeth. He stepped closer until he was inches away from me and muttered, "Oh, my uncle owns this hospital. Isn’t that good?" I didn’t back down, and I matched his stare. His face was transformed by awe, while mine remained blank. Ha! Even if we were to die here today, I wasn’t going to back down from him. So, does this hospital engage in illegal business? I hope not, because this is how they exploit people. What other illegal a
Sariel's point of view After Murphy showed me around his hellish place, he took me straight home. He even met with Uncle. Both of them seemed quite pleased. It felt like being in a circle of hell. I really hope that was our last meeting. I'm trying to find a way to escape from this house without Uncle's suspicion. I first went to my mom's room. "Hey, Mom, what's up?" I beamed, walking toward her. She looked up from what she was doing on her bed, which I think was crochet. "Oh, well, I went to Seira's Sweet Haven earlier. They were busy, so I helped out. I don’t have much to do at home, anyway." I nodded at what she said. We have a bakery, and Mom has plenty of staff, so it’s okay if she’s there only occasionally. I smiled sweetly at her. "Oh, what’s with the smile? I can tell you’re up to something," she mumbled, raising her eyebrows at me. "Oh, Mom," I trailed off. "I just wanted to let you k
Third Person’s Point of View The sounds of "Ennie Meenie" mixed with "Danza Kuduro" reverberated through their bodies. They stood up and walked toward the club's center. They danced wildly, banging their heads, jumping, and roaring from deep in their throats. They swung their bodies, forming a small circle and moving to the beat. Kaelyn walked to the center, followed by Aster, Sunny, and finally, Sariel. They danced non-stop, feeling like they’d lost their voices by the time they left the high-end bar. When they finally got worn out of dancing, they returned to the couch to rest for a bit. They would be back later. They talked about their romantic and sexual lives. They were also intoxicated, as Meli continued to drink and generously share scotch with her friends. Despite feeling lightheaded, Sariel made a drunken phone call to Maddox. She laughed as Kaelyn and her cousins teased her. "Hey, I miss you, baby." When Maddox answered the call, Sariel began to sing, "I can't take it an
Sariel's Point of View Maddox and his brothers suddenly arrived. He punched the guy first before approaching me. With gentleness, he asked, “Hey, are you okay, baby? Tell me where it hurts.” But I didn’t answer him. I just kept crying, and my cheek still stung from the man’s slap. He held my cheek and gently turned my face toward him. His expression became rigid as he looked directly at my left cheek. It hurt a little and was somewhat flushed, but other than that, I was okay. As he motioned for me to get up, “Come on, let’s take you home,” my phone rang out of nowhere. Maddox was staring at me the entire time, which was a good thing because my uncle was the one calling me at the moment. I was trembling with anxiety—this was all far too much. “No, I’m fine. I need to take this call. Excuse me,” I sputtered. When I stood up, I walked away without looking back at him. I went to a corner where I could count the people on two hands, and I was fine with that. It wasn’t too noisy there,
Sariel's Point of View How much time has passed since then? After five months together, it’s amazing that we've all been happy. As friends and family, we've shared so many memories and adventures. However, over the past five months, it feels as though those memories could disappear at any moment. I have no idea what to do, and Maddox's connection to my uncle concerns me. Why does he want me to be a spy? I need to clear my mind to think more clearly, but how can I do that when I have so many things on my plate right now? My uncle gave me a few days before I had to do what he wanted. Therefore, I made the decision to not waste any more time and arose to get dressed. I wore an above-the-knee black silk skirt with a black backless shirt. I paired my black purse with 5-inch heels and a black stiletto strap. I adore my natural look, so I went with little to no makeup. I wore all black. I took a deep breath; this is it. I really need a drink to help me forget about everything that has h
Sariel's Point of View "Daddy!" I moaned softly, feeling his fingers trail across the bare skin of my back. He had quick access to it, thanks to my backless shirt. He groaned in response, his voice sounding husky. "I'm your daddy?" he whispered, feeling a mixture of discomfort and excitement as he continued his slow exploration. “Yeah, I'd definitely save your name in my contacts as Daddy Maddy,” I teased, earning a low growl from him. I could feel his breath hitch, almost as if he were losing his composure. With his forehead resting against mine, he gazed at me with the intensity of a man ready to devour me whole. “Can we go home now?” he grumbled. “You belong at my penthouse, where I can make you purr like the lost kitten you seem to be right now.” I hesitated, unable to speak as I stared deeply into his eyes. My thoughts swirled. Should I go with him, or should I hold back? If I go, I might lose focus on the issues with my uncle and with Maddox. But if I don’t, he might start
Maddox's Point of View Sariel looks extremely worn out after our little rendezvous. She had also been drinking, so she fell asleep right away. It's nearly 2 a.m., and I'm still awake. I have trouble falling asleep, so I decided to check some of the CCTV footage that Kenzie installed over the past month. I usually check it when I have the time, just in case Finn Dixon is lurking around. I also have an exclusive CCTV system in my room that only I can access, because sometimes I do strange things here. Like what Sariel and I did earlier—I wouldn’t let Kenzie see that. Although I may not be proficient in technology, I have gained sufficient knowledge thanks to Kenzie. I check the office first, then the other areas as well. Afterward, as I was leaving my room to get milk for Sariel, I caught a glimpse of the recording here. I frowned as I saw her stand up and rummage through my drawer, like she was looking for something. She then turned to my cabinet in the corner, opened it, and took
Maddox's point of view As I was saying, we're all ready to go to Finn Dixon's location to install the tracker and listening device. The warehouse located in the downtown valley is almost an hour's drive. Well, Jasper and her mother, Jhovel, are on the move. We have to include them in our mission. Her child must have rotted in the hospital. The only ones with me now are Knight, Kenzie, and Lowe. Chandler's going back to Italy, and the others are going home. They're keeping in touch with us, though. It's already 6 p.m., and the sun has set. The clouds are getting heavy as it is about to rain. This is going to add tension, as if we're going to war. It feels like we're in an action movie. ✯✯✯ When we got to the location where Finn Dixon's warehouse is, it felt like the whole area was in quiet mode. We remain inside the car, observing whether there are any people present or not. "Is there really no one here?" Kenzie snaps. "What do you think of yourself, animal?" Lowe spat back. "
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