Noah's POV:As I stepped into the house, I noticed that the kids were asleep, leaving the house unusually quiet. I walked into the living room and caught a glimpse of Mirabelle, her head bent over a stack of paperwork.Leaning down, I placed a gentle peck on her cheek.“Hey, babe,” I murmured, feeling the warmth of her skin against my lips.Hey, babe.” He said, leaning down to give me a quick peck on the cheek. “How was your day?”“Busy, as always.” She replied without looking up. “What are you up to?” I asked, heading towards the bathroom to freshen up.“Just the usual paperwork.” She said, returning the smile.I nodded, then I stepped into the bathroom. After a few minutes, I returned, dressed in his nightwear with a face towel draped over his neck. Noticing that Mirabelle was still focused on her papers, I opened my mouth to suggest she get some sleep when she turned to me.“Babe, I want to tell you something. Promise me you won’t get upset.” She said, her voice trembling slightl
Mirabelle's POV:I slipped on my dark brown trench coat over my short handless black sequined dress. Then I tied my hair up neatly in a bun.As I reached the front door, I saw Jamie waiting patiently, a warm smile on her face. “Wow, Ma'am! You look absolutely stunning!” She exclaimed.“Thank you, Jamie,” I replied, feeling my cheeks flush. “Have fun tonight! I’ll make sure everything is locked up.” She said, giving me a reassuring nod.“Thanks! I’ll see you later!” I called back as I stepped outside.Noah was leaning against the car, and his back straightened as soon as he saw me. His gaze traveled from my heels up to my face, and I could see the admiration in his eyes. “Wow, you look incredible and you’re absolutely sexy.”I couldn’t help but smile. “Thank you! You don’t look too bad yourself,” I teased, glancing at his shirt and trousers.Then he opened the car door for me, and I slid inside. “So, what’s the title of the movie we’re watching?” I asked as he pulled away from the cu
Noah's POV:I rubbed my hands against the two of them, as she whined slowly on my dick. Soon I replaced my left hand with my lips. And I began to nibble softly on her boobs while my left hand squeezed the other boob.The more I sucked, the louder her moan. So I began to give her light bites, just to make her moan even louder.“Fuck… Noah.” I pulled her dress up, held her butt cheeks tightly, and began to guide it up and down my dick. “Fuckk.” I let out a moan as I felt my cock grow bigger inside her.“Deeper, go in deeper.” She instructed.“Your wish is my command.’ I replied, then I started to move my hips up and down to hit her even deeper while I spanked her ass. “Am about to cum.” She announced, and I increased my pace and banged her faster.Soon she climaxed, her cum dropped down my dick but I didn't stop banging her until I reached my peak and came inside of her.____On our way home, I noticed that Mirabelle's gaze was fixed out the window, but I could see the slight blush on
Mirabelle's POV:When I woke up, I realized that Noah wasn’t beside me. I frowned, glancing around the room. He wasn’t in the bathroom either. The sound of running water was absent. I pushed back the covers and swung my legs over the side of the bed, feeling the coolness of the floor against my feet.I padded downstairs, and as I reached the kitchen, I found Jamie busy at the counter, preparing breakfast.“Hey, Jamie,” I said, rubbing my eyes. “Have you seen Noah?”She looked up. “Oh, good Ma'am! He had to rush out. All dressed up, too. I think he went to the office.”“Thanks.” I turned to leave but Jamie called out after me.“Wait a second!”I turned back to see her scratching her head shyly. “What is it?”“You, um, have a little stain on your clothes.” She pointed with a knowing look.My cheeks flushed as I glanced down. “Oh no!” I exclaimed, rushing back upstairs.Sure enough, there was a small stain on my pajama bottoms. Annoyed, I dashed into the bathroom. Darn it! Why now?I fi
Mirabelle's POV:My heart stopped. “What? No, Skyler, I—” I stammered, caught off guard.“Why did you throw up, then?” He pressed, oblivious to the awkwardness he’d created.I shot Noah a glance, my mind racing. This was not the conversation I wanted to have with a child. “I just didn’t feel well, that’s all.” I managed to say, trying to keep my voice calm.“Maybe you ate something bad,” Skyler suggested.“Maybe,” I said, forcing a smile. “Let’s focus on getting you all cleaned up and ready for lunch, okay?”____As we settled into the back of the red sports car. I turned to Noah, who wore a black tailored suit, while I wore a black strapless satin evening dress with a high-end French fishtail.“You look handsome,” I said, smiling widely.Smiling, he said. “Am glad you think that I am handsome.” Planting a kiss on the back of my hand.When we arrived at the venue, Noah stepped out first, straightening his tie before the driver opened my door. Then I took a deep breath and followed him
Noah's POV:I leaned back in my office chair, as I reviewed the project reports spread across my desk. Derek, who was pacing beside me, began. “Listen, Noah, if we don’t secure a space soon, we’re going to have to postpone the building once more. We can’t afford that, the investors might back off thinking that we are not serious.” He urged, rubbing the back of his neck.“I know, Derek,” I replied, forcing a smile. “I guess we just need to be patient, the right opportunity will surely come along.” He murmured. “Patience isn’t what we need right now.” I shot back. “We need action. Have you considered expanding your search outside the city of Shanghai?”Before he could respond, the office telephone rang, cutting through our conversation. I picked it up, glancing at Derek. “Yes?”“Mr. Sylvester, it's the receptionist here. I have someone who wants to see you. She says it’s urgent.”“Who is it?” I asked.“She said her name is Natasha. And that you’d know her immediately once I mention
Mirabelle's POV:Later that evening, Noah arrived home. I was in the kitchen, preparing dinner, my back turned to him, but I could hear his approaching footsteps.“Hey, babe.” He called out, dropping his bag on the floor.I turned, a smile lighting up my face. “Hey! How was your day?”“Productive.” He replied, moving closer. “I spoke with a friend about the project, and we might have a lead on a new property.”“Really? That’s great!” I exclaimed. “I knew you’d figure it out.”He smiled widely. “Yeah, she might have a connection that could help.”“Who?” I asked, raising an eyebrow as I stirred the pot on the stove.“Natasha!” He replied.That slimy bitch!Taking a deep breath. “Ah, I see. Well, as long as it helps the project, right?” I said, turning back to the cooker. “Exactly.” He replied. “How was your day?”“Slept all day, but I should be strong enough to go to work tomorrow now that my period is over,” I explained.“Why are you making breakfast, though? Where's Jamie?” He asked.
Mirabelle's POV:As I drove the kids home, my grip tightened around the steering wheel as I glanced in the rearview mirror at where Tyler, Mika, and Skyler sat, dirt and sand still clinging to their clothes.“What were you thinking?” I scolded, my voice rising. “Do you know how embarrassing it is to have to yell at the teachers for not watching you properly?”Tyler fidgeted in his seat, avoiding my gaze. “We were just playing, Mommy.” He said, his voice small.“Playing? That didn’t look like play to me!” I shot back. “You can’t just hit other kids because they call you names. You need to learn to walk away!”Mika, sniffling beside him, piped up, “But they started it! They were being mean!”“Even so,” I replied, trying to keep my voice calm. “You can’t respond with violence. I can’t believe I have to remind you of this.”The car fell silent, except for the soft sounds of sniffles from my daughter. I took a deep breath, as I dialed Noah's number, feeling uncomfortable about this. He ne
Natasha's POV:Suddenly, my phone rang.I glanced at the side table, straining my neck to catch a glimpse of the Caller ID."ALLY 1?" I muttered aloud, my voice filled with anger and irritation.Why the hell is he calling me now?I pulled open the side table drawer, grabbed my business card, and tossed it at Zhao Feng. "Thanks for your services. Send me your account details, and I'll make sure you're well compensated.""But—""The job at The Peninsula, right?" I interrupted. And he nodded."We’ll discuss that when you text me.” I said curtly."Um... I..." He stammered, then rose from the bed and shuffled to where his clothes were scattered on the floor. He began dressing—slowly.What the hell?"Why the fuck are you still here? Get out already." I snapped, my patience wearing thin.He hurriedly pulled on his clothes, slipped my card into his pocket, and quietly made his way to the door. Just as I thought I was rid of him, his head popped back through the doorway."I really enjoyed—"Be
Natasha's POV:Zhao Feng behaved like the weak little man he is. He inserted his tongue deep inside my pussy and swiftly moved it up and down while holding my feet. His tongue had cleaned the sticky liquid that oozed from my pussy. We both caught sight of each other while looking at my tight nipples. I had to kick his testicles to remind him to keep begging.“Madam, please cure my erection. I’m desperate for sex and don’t have the balls to lure in a woman. The sticky liquid from your warm pussy has increased my lust. Please take command over my cock.” He pleaded dramatically.“Alright, you pathetic weak little man. Get on the bed and spread out your arms and legs.” I ordered him.I stood on the bed and stepped on his testicles. At first, he felt a sharp pain but then began to enjoy it, as his balls got between the mattress and my toe.I spat on his face and said. “Your cowardly cock is getting a taste of my pussy because I’m allowing it. You are not fucking me! I am fucking you! And
Natasha's POV:His eyes widened in confusion. “Excuse me?”I tilted my head, reading his name tag aloud. “Zhao Feng.” I purred. “Why don’t you come in?”He hesitated, glancing nervously down the hallway. “Ma’am, I’m on duty. I can’t…”“Oh, come now.” I urged, stepping closer, my hand brushing against his chest. “I’ll make it worth your while.”“I could get fired.” He said, his voice barely over a whisper.I smirked, letting my fingers trail down his uniform. “This is the Four Seasons Hotel, the fourth most expensive hotel in Shanghai. If you get fired, I can secure you a higher position at The Peninsula, the most expensive hotel in the city.”His hesitation was obvious, his gaze flickered between my face and the hallway behind him. “Ma’am, I don’t…”“Shhh.” I pressed a finger to his lips, silencing him. “Don’t be scared, darling. I have connections all over Asia, especially in China. You’ll be safe with me.”He exhaled deeply. After a brief pause, he stepped inside and shut the door b
Noah's POV:“Mr. Noah,” Simon greeted. “How can I help you?”“Simon,” I began, pacing again. “I need you to go to Samuel’s house. Now.”“Samuel’s house?” Simon asked, confused. “Is something wrong?”“He hasn’t been answering my calls for some days now.” I replied. “I want you to check on him and let me know if he’s alright.”“I don't understand, Sir.” He countered. “A few days ago, Samuel said that he was going on a leave for a few days to take care of his wife and he had already discussed everything with you. How is it now that you are unaware of his whereabouts?” Simon inquired.“I suspected that to be his reason for being unavailable. But now that you've just confirmed that he lied, I am starting to think that things aren't the way it seems.” I replied. “Just do as I said, go to Samuel's house and check up on him. Then I will know what to do next.”“Understood, sir. I’ll head there immediately.”“Good. And Simon.” I added. “Be discreet. If something’s wrong, I don’t want word getti
Noah's POV:My jaw tightened. “I have nothing to do with this. I haven’t even met the man.”“They found his body this morning,” she continued, her voice low. “I was going to tell you, but... the authorities got here first.”“This doesn’t make any sense,” I muttered, running a hand through my hair. “I never even saw him.”“That may be true.” Natasha said. “But the authorities have evidence that places us near him. This isn’t going away, Noah. We have to cooperate.”“Cooperate?” I repeated. “I don’t have time for this. I need to get back to my wife.”“And I’m telling you that if you resist, things will only get worse.” Natasha said firmly. “We need to handle this carefully.” She added, crossing her armsMy eyes narrowed. “You said that Mr. Ali bailed out yesterday. You said that he was still in Hong Kong, so how exactly did you know about his passing?” I asked, genuinely confused.What kind of game is this, Natasha? What kind of game are you playing?“Stop.” She interrupted sharply, her
Noah's POV:Mirabelle's words from earlier echoed in my mind relentlessly: “Don't come back, Noah. Please."I leaned back in the plush leather seat, gripping my phone tightly. She begged me not to come back, but how could I Stay away? I can't ignore the fact that she was in trouble, and no matter what she thought, I wasn’t about to sit back and let her handle it alone. I need to be there for her, to help her through the mess at her company, and to make things right.My fingers tightened around the phone. Despite her resistance, I have already decided. I am going home. The engines of the jet roared to life, but I was too restless to focus on the luxury of my surroundings. My jaw tightened as the memory of the news flashed before my eyes. Mirabelle’s company is on the brink of collapse. Fraud accusations. A shipment disaster. A fire. It was a chain reaction, one calamity after another. Was any of this connected to me? My secrets, my choices? The choices I made—might have indirect
Mirabelle's POV: The bathroom mirror was fogged up, beads of water clinging to the surface as I stepped out, wrapping myself in a soft towel. I sat at the dressing table, absently smoothing lotion onto my arms. My reflection stared back at me—tired eyes, pale skin, and lips pressed into a thin line. Who is this woman? A soft chime interrupted my thoughts. My phone lit up on the table, and I froze. A notification. Reaching for it, I hesitated. The screen displayed Noah’s name and his message: “I’m on my way to the airport. I just saw the news.” What the hell? My hand tightened around the phone. Of all times, why now? I wasn’t ready to face him. He can't find out yet—not until I gathered enough evidence to expose him. Not until I am able to make him pay for all the lies, all the deceit. But can I truly do it? Can I really put the father of my children behind bars? My chest tightened at the thought. How would I explain it to the kids? Mika would be devastated. Tyler—he idoli
Noah's POV:The quiet hum of the hotel air conditioner filled the room as I stared at my phone. Another call unanswered. I sighed, leaning back on the plush chair in frustration. "Come on, Mirabelle." I muttered under my breath. "Pick up the damn phone."It has been over 30 fucking hours since we last spoke, and the growing silence between us made me irritated. I had called her more times than I cared to count—twenty, maybe even thirty. Each unanswered ring felt like another stone in my chest, dragging me down.My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. Startled, I straightened up. “Who is it?”“It’s me, Natasha.” Her familiar voice called from the other side.Natasha? What the hell was she doing here so late? I crossed the room quickly and opened the door. Natasha stood there, looking unusually grim. Her expression made my stomach twist.“What’s wrong?” I asked.She stepped inside, glancing around nervously. “You need to see this, Noah.” She handed me a tablet, which was al
Mirabelle’s POV:Not after everything I’d discovered. Twenty-four calls couldn’t erase the lies, the manipulation, or the damage he’d caused. Still, a strange unease settled over me as I put the phone down, shaking my head.Ken’s name caught my eye again, and without thinking, I tapped his number. As the phone rang, I silently prayed he’d still be awake.He picked up on the third ring. “Mirabelle?” His voice was groggy but alert.“Hey.” I said, forcing a calm tone.“Everything okay?” He asked quickly.“Yeah, I’m fine. I just… I saw I missed your calls and thought I’d check in.”Ken let out a soft sigh. “I wasn’t sure if you’d call back. I didn’t want to bother you, but I couldn’t sleep without apologizing.”“Apologizing?” I frowned. “For what?”“For earlier.” He said, his voice filled with regret. “I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable when you came over. That wasn’t my intention at all.”“Ken…”“Let me finish.” He interrupted gently. “The reason I brought you over wasn’t to ta