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 The skies have been so dark since 2:00 p.m. that it looks like a storm is coming. But my instincts were right. I find myself standing in the middle of the road, close to our mansion. However, I was fortunate to arrive just before my car broke down. I just grabbed my purse and phone and quickly got out. It was just drizzling, but as I got closer to the mansion, the rain started pouring harder. I took a deep breath as I turned the knob to open the door. But my heart sank when I opened the door and saw Uncle Finn and Mom arguing. Uncle Finn suddenly slapped Mom. I don't know why things escalated like this. These past few months, they've been fine—no such drama. I was about to rush over to Mom, but as I got closer, I slipped. The heavy rain and thunder and lightning truly soaked me. My heart was racing. I'm scared of lightning. Only the crescent light was on, so the interior wasn't overly bright. The surroundings lit up even more with each flash of lightning. It
Maddox's Point of View When the man asked who I was, my mouth twitched. This is the first time someone has pointed a weapon at me and asked such a foolish question. For me, it's stupid. I overlooked the fact that he was wearing aviators on this particular night. But I can clearly see how his brow is furrowed and his head is cocked. With a warning tone, he asked, "Mind telling me, what's so funny about that?" Kenzie nudged me. I looked at him and raised an eyebrow. What? It appears that everyone is terrified of these guys. If you see people dressed like Ninja turtles and pointing a gun at you, all in black, who wouldn't be scared, right? I changed my expression back to one devoid of emotion. Fine, I'll play safe here. "Well, I should be the one asking you, Who are you all, people? We are all just going to head home, and then here we are, involved in the shooting," I ask, quirking a brow at him and glancing at his companion and back to his face. They're all weird. The extreme cold m
Maddox's point of view Dax Donomie Martinelli changed his mind when he said that we'd meet at the place he gave me. Instead, they invited us to their mansion here in the Philippines. Well, what can I say when they just got here a few months ago, and they already have a mansion here in the Philippines that looks like a palace? What can you say when he's a triple-billionaire more than me and the Don of Cosa Nostra of New York? The most powerful Cosa Nostra is here in the Philippines with his wife. I am merely laughing when all of the criminals outside this country are here. What happened to their own country—nothing to be hidden? The Philippines is indeed hiding a criminal and a spy. At least Dax Donomie isn't like other Cosa Nostras. I don't really know Dax Donomie yet, so I can't say if he's really good or not. The business world teaches you how to trust people. However, others are skilled at manipulation. It's really up to you how you handle them. My first impression of Dax Donom
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
Sariel's point of view"Play with me tonight," I mumbled, my cúnt aching for his touch as our gazes locked once more, intensifying the boldness of his look and causing me to shudder with terror. He moves closer, this time claiming my lips as he presses me to the bed. Now I'm beneath his weight. His heated touch sent shivers down my spine as he began to move his hand from top to bottom. I went into a convulsion from his hot, callous touch. His hand slid to the spot where my entrance was, and I hitched my breath. I didn't know if I was going crazy or what I was thinking because it was Maddox on top of me. Damn. I must really be drunk.He moved slowly down to where my cúnt was. When he got there, he abruptly separated my thighs and raised the hem of my tactical skirt. He then put my legs on his shoulder and smelled my cúnt. "You smell so good, and I can smell your wetness already," he rasps as he looks up at me. "Are you sure about this? You won't regret it tomorrow? Because if it means
Maddox's Point of View We are currently at the Daxology Club, which serves a variety of functions. It’s a celebration of the Martinelli farewell party. I left Sariel with Meli. That woman can be such a headache. My eyes drift to the bar counter and linger on a perfect ass showcased by a silky, tight red dress. Her long, dark brown hair falls in wavy curls all the way down her back. She turns her head toward the woman next to her and laughs. A smile spreads across my face. How I would love to devour her! "Hey, dude, while I was in one of your reserved VIP rooms earlier, I noticed your girl, Sariel. Why is she even in that place? Aren't you afraid that she might be with someone else?" one of my friends asked. I furrowed my brow at him. "What do you mean? Hopefully, you’ve made a mistake. I left her with Nyx earlier." I snarled, my face twisted with annoyance. "My eyes are clear, Maddox, but that’s exactly what I saw. Just check the VIP AB69 room first." He frowned. I nodded at him
Sariel's point of view "Stay here, don't leave. I have something to attend to in the VIP room," he said with a warning tone, gesturing towards the upstairs area. I think the glass there is tinted. I just nodded at him as he said a lot, he ordered for me a drink while I waited. I requested a Margarita. He got up and went up to the VIP room; I'm sure he can still see me from here. So I have nothing to worry about. Haisst, it's so boring when you're alone. I wish at least one handsome guy would approach me. Gosh, self. The audacity? I closed my eyes when I heard relaxing music. I abruptly opened my eyes when I felt someone sitting beside me, thinking it was Maddox. Then, another person sat on my left and touched my shoulder, which made me a bit nervous about their intentions. "Hi, there, beautiful," one of them greeted. Yeah, I did wish earlier that someone would approach me, even just one handsome guy. But there are two of them, and they look kind of sleazy. "Uhmm.
Sariel's Point of View We are in a guest room. Sigh, I decided not to dwell on what happened earlier. Meli said she had something to tell me. We are both sitting on the bed, facing each other. "Hey, so? What can I do for you that you can't do for me?" I ask, smiling ear to ear, clasping our hands together. I just missed her so much. "You're really crazy, you know. What will I tell my brother now?" she says, frowning. Oh? My smile faded. "He won't bite you, you know. He loves you." I gently tap her back to comfort her. "Hmph... I don't know, shheesss," Meli rolled her eyes. "And if your brother kicks you out, just call me right away. I'll take you to Sister's place. You're beautiful, and I bet a lot of wealthy guys would--" she interrupted me by playfully slapping my mouth. "Silly, my brother would never do that. Go away," she was about to get up, but I stopped her. She turned and glared at me. "Yes?" "Yes, sure. So, what are you going to do now?" "I'm going to watch a movi
Sariel's Point of View After the event, we headed to Owen's mansion to celebrate his mother's birthday. He really wanted to bring us all along. I wasn’t planning to join, but I had no choice—Maddox might drag me there if I try to back out. "Sariel, do you want to ride with me?" Owen asked. I was about to answer, but someone wrapped an arm around my waist. I frowned because I already knew who it was. "She's coming with me," Maddox cooed. Owen raised his hands in surrender. "Fine, she's all yours," Owen chuckled and then went to his car. "Let's go," Maddox snapped, then led the way to his car. "It's okay if I don't join. I can just take a taxi back home," I suggested, hoping he'd agree. But I must've made a mistake because it seemed like I just ignited the fire inside him. He clenched his jaw and exclaimed, "Shut up, or else I'm going to keep you at the opposite side of my car, in the trunk, if you mention coming home one more time." Okay, fine, Maddog clearly doesn't jo
Sariel's point of view The memory of my father's murder haunts me like a horrific nightmare, making it impossible to open my eyes and escape the darkness that threatens to consume me. It is painful to see him caught in the crossfire. My uncle laughed at us as if we weren't related, as if we weren't even part of the same family. I keep having the same dream over and over again whenever I get sick. Maddox is about halfway through my thoughts, and my eyes begin to well up with tears. He consistently speaks to me in a manner that has the power to shatter me into a million pieces. The words he utters every second, every minute, and every hour leave me speechless. He never fails to remind me, always saying, "Given that, I would love to see your pain. That is something I will do everything in my power to ensure happens. You will experience the same suffering I did when my parents passed away. It is my goal to bring you down with me." How can he hurt me with his words, yet at the same ti