Sariel's Point of View “You better shut that little mouth before I put it to work,” he hissed. I thought, sure, I’ll be quiet. Wow, huh? It’s like it’s my fault for being noisy. I wish he hadn’t called me here in the first place, you know? “Why did you call me?” I ask as I sit in the chair across from his desk. He cleared his throat before answering my question. “Well, my parents are holding an upcoming fundraiser at Ventura’s company. Since they’re not here, I’ll be taking over. The fundraiser is next month. So, be prepared; I’m not going to accept ‘no’ as an answer,” he declares, tapping his fingers on the table. I trace his hand and let out a deep sigh. This Maddog really loves ordering me around. I honestly want to leave this place since I'm so bored of being stuck here. “Okay, I wouldn’t refuse anyway because I’d love to get out of this hell,” I snap back at him. He raises an eyebrow at me. Wow, even our Maddog here is getting feisty with the eyebrow raises. “Maybe you sho
Sariel's point of view It's chilly in here. On my forehead, I am beginning to feel dread. I need a thicker comforter. As I prepare to stand up, I hear a rustling sound coming from the bathroom. Wait. At this moment, I am the only person present in the room. How is that even possible? Is there a cockroach inside? If there is, I'm terrified of it. But I have to get up and look for a blanket. Ignoring the rustling, I head toward the closet. But before I can open the closet, I hear another rustling, and this time it's different, like someone is in there, not just a cockroach. A chill runs through my veins, and my heart leaps into my throat as I reach for the vase. But it's too late. I feel the cold, hard barrel of a gun pressed against my temple. "Do you think you can play princess here?" the man rasps, his voice filled with cruel familiarity. "So, you and that Ventura are lovers, huh?" My Tito Finn, the one and only, is here. How did he get in? Maddox has increased security, so
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
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 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 "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.
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"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
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