Sariel's point of view Sariel groans and fixes his intense gaze on me, saying, "I can't stop staring at you. I have to tell you, you look amazingly hot.""Are you—trying to flirt with me?" I asked to taunt him. However, my eyes are likely bulging out because it appears that I am also flirting with him.With a flirtatious tone, he asks, "What are you going to say if the two of us went somewhere else?" Oh no. We're not some kind of slut here; come on.I just smirked at him. "Come on, we didn't meet for the second time to flirt.""Because you're a little tease, you haven't done anything yet but—" he says with a pause."What?""Never mind, come on, and let's get this fucking horseback riding over with so we can do something else later," he says, then gets on his horse. I maintain a calm and balanced posture while sitting deeply in the saddle. To keep light contact with the horse's sides, I relax my legs.I'm getting ready to signal my horse with a smooth voice. My hands grip the rein str
Maddox's point of view I was about to kiss her until my sister interrupted us. I yearn to taste her lips, as if they were whispering to me, urging me to give them a kiss. We just met, but I don't mind; there will be more opportunities to get to know her better, and I don't think she's particularly dangerous because she's my sister's best friend. This time, I trust her.But when I first met her in Jungle K, I knew she was the right woman for me and someone I wanted to tie the knot with. I haven't experienced courting anyone, but for her, I will. Is this what they mean by 'love at first sight?' Damn. It's insane, but I don't care. I am going to pursue her, no matter what happens.After we watched Netflix, we all went home because we had many things to do the next day. I took Nyx home with Sariel, as she said she'd sleep over at Nyx's house because we finished watching late.What I need to do now is fix the problems at the company and with the board of directors. Finn is an asshole, so
Maddox's point of view "What the hell? Are you serious? Where did you get that idea?" Kenzie was the one to ask about his crazy plans. "Well, at least I contributed a plan," Lowe sneered, gritting his teeth. "Let's hear your plan then," Kenzie snaps. But no one answered him, and it felt like a crow just flew past us. His stupid plan is to set up Finn Dixon with his major client tonight by mixing bogus products. "So? Are you in or out?" Lowe asks, as if he lacks patience today. "Wait... How did you know that he had a client meeting tonight?" Kenzie inquires. Lowe turned to gaze at me. "Ask my brother." I shrug my shoulders. "Knight," I say briefly. "Oh, by the way, where is he?" "Probably busy with his dirty little secret," I mumble with a giggle. "I agree," Chandler grunts. Then the others agreed, too. We've devised a strategy for successfully setting them up. After that, we all make sure that Finn Dixon breaks down. Not only did I become his victim, but Chandler did too
Maddox's point of view After I yelled at them, I checked the fallen bodies again. Flames completely engulf the building, preventing us from entering. Chandler and Owen couldn't have gotten inside, so they must be somewhere outside. I heard someone groan. I turned to see where it came from. When I realized who it was, I rushed over to him. He's lying on the ground, as if someone hit him. It's Chandler. "Hey, are you hit or what?" I asked. "Nah, I'm fine; I just stumbled upon some stupid stuff," he says, groaning. I helped him get up and walk over to where the others were. "Have you seen Owen? We came back here because you two weren't in the vehicle." "When the bomb exploded, I noticed him heading south. I think he's on his way back now. Numerous men are engaged in a firefight. To stay alive and safe, I had to play dead," he said with a grimace. "Where's Owen?" Kenzie asked when we got to where they were. Chandler replied wearily, "South." "Lexi, is Owen back?" On the other li
Sariel's point of view I went to where Murphy was sitting. I saw him sitting on a folding chair with two women. Ugh, what a douchebag! Well, I’m not into that guy; I'm just irritated by his presence. His eyes lit up when he saw me, so he immediately stood up and walked towards me. He didn’t even feel embarrassed in front of the women he left behind. "Hi, Sariel! I'm glad my uncle made you come here," he said with a wide grin on his lips. Of course he is. He snaked his hand around my small waist and guided me to where his friends were. He seated me at their table, where all his friends were guys who looked like they had taken five grams of milk. Just kidding. However, his friends were good-looking. He’s also handsome, but he's not really my type. I have a future. He introduced me to his friends, one by one. It didn’t take long before women started approaching the guys at our table. Murphy handed me a glass of cocktail juice, so I took it and drank it. He was sitting next to me, a
Sariel's point of view I gazed at the man and found myself swallowing hard due to his striking appearance. He was like a god from Greek Olympia, as if he came here for Bellatrix. I suppose he's six feet tall? His features are well-defined, boasting curves seemingly sculpted specifically for him. Okay, wait, I already have a future husband. That's when Maddox crossed my mind. Oh, he's been trespassing on my poor mind. I shot Bellatrix a look, and she just grinned at me. "By the way, bestie. This is Chandler, my fiancé," she said, introducing the man. I was surprised by what she said, but I didn't hesitate to extend my hand and introduce myself. "I'm Seraphena Ariel. Call me Sariel; Bellatrix is my best friend." I stammer with a sly smile. I thought he wouldn't shake my hand, but Bellatrix nudged him. Hmm, I smell something ununderstandable. But his stance doesn't make it obvious. "By the way, I just spotted you here, so I approached you. I know it's not a favorable meeting, but I'
Sariel's point of view I stayed in the car for a moment, fixing myself. I wanted to look presentable when I faced Maddox. With sweaty hands, I opened the car door and got out, recalling the address of his condo. 123 Ventura's Towers Penthouse 1430 143 Prestige Avenue Metropolis, ST 010143 It's only now sinking in on me that this is Ventura's tower and that he lives in a penthouse! I felt frozen where I stood, wondering if I should go through with this. But of course, my only options were to continue or continue. I was so brave before, but now that I'm here, will I back down? I walked to the elevator and pressed the button for the penthouse floor. Once inside the lift, I tensed up again. Inhaling deeply and closing my eyes, I prayed that he would be inside his penthouse right now. I wouldn't allow my arrival here to go to waste. When the elevator halted and the doors opened, I exited and searched for his door. I turned left and right, spotting a narrow, well-lit hallway with n
Sariel's point of view I was sitting in his living room, fiddling with my cellphone. He left me here for an hour and never came back. Is he really going to make me sleep here? I was busy scrolling on my phone when the doorbell rang. I raised an eyebrow. Is he expecting someone? I glanced at the room where Maddy went earlier. After a minute, he still hadn't come out. I hesitated, unsure whether to open the door or not. The doorbell rang three more times, so I stood up and opened the door. Whatever it is, it's his life. He was taking so long to come out. My eyes widened when I opened the door. The man outside was about to knock on my face, but he stopped when he saw the door was already open. There were two of them, and the one behind him was peeking at me. "Where's Madd—oops, the grumpy man has a special guest?" The man spoke as if he had just seen a beautiful woman for the first time—and that woman was me! "Oh, are you friends with Maddy? He's still in his room. He hasn't come ou
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