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 Astrella introduced herself to me and her husband as we headed to the subway. She went with me to the subway to change my wet clothing, and she genuinely waited for me. I told her that I’d pay for the clothes, but she didn't accept it. She even waited for me to arrive, despite having the option to leave. After I finished changing clothes, we ate at the subway. We discussed the events that transpired and the reason I found myself drenched in water while strolling down the street during the night. And I'm willing to tell her everything from the moment I stepped through the mansion's entryway. Her husband was sitting next to her, and I didn't mind if he overheard our conversation. They don't really know me well, so it's okay. When I first got into their vehicle, I noticed that the man had a dark aura, while the woman seemed intimidating. However, when she turned to face me, she always had a sweet and friendly expression. Sometimes it feels good to share your
Sariel's point of view My lips trembled with panic as I gasped, "Hello? Is there anybody over there?" Undoubtedly, this is not a nightmare. I pinched myself and applied more pressure to my skin, feeling the discomfort. It's not a nightmare, I guess. Once I'm at the edge of the terrace, I look down to see if anything is inside, but nothing is noticeable. Since I'm having trouble falling asleep, perhaps it's just my imagination. I took a deep breath and decided to head back inside. But before I knew what was going on, the hairs on the back of my neck stood up, and I noticed a shadow emerging from my left side. My eyes widened in shock, and I almost screamed, but managed to hold it back. My legs started to tremble. I didn't know what to do. Should I jump off the terrace? But that's the last thing I wanted to do. The shadow was slowly approaching me, and I was still in shock. "You think you can escape from me, Sariel? You have to pay for what your guys did to me and Murphy," said
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