After putting him gently on the bed, I gave him a few minutes of intense kissing.
"Would you please remove your ring? I don't have to feel bad about fucking you," I whispered sensually in his ear. I get pissed off when I see his wedding band or anything that makes me think of his wife.
"Anything for you, darling." I struggled to keep a straight face as I secretly scowled at his comment.
I silently frowned at his comment and tried to maintain a blank countenance. With haste, he took off his ring and swooped down to press his face on my breast, which was already exposed due to my sleeves without buttons.
I laughed sexily and pushed him away, saying, "Not so fast, MR." I enjoyed the desire I saw in his eyes. Everything was just how I wanted it to be. I wanted him to fall deeply and completely in love with me.
"I can't hold any longer," Taking off his shirt, he sobbed. His naked chest made me squirm because of how well-defined his body was.With a seductive "I'll just freshen up and join you shortly," I undressed my bra to give him a better look at my nicely sculpted breasts.
"Holy shit!" He yelled at the sight of my boobs while I winked at him and walked into the bathroom.
The idea of Karl Rodrigo being in the same room as me, and deep inside me all night, made me smile.
I took a shower and got ready, while he waited for me in bed patiently. I was feeling polished, silky, and ready for some pussy licking, sucking, and kissing. He was so good at giving me kisses that made my heart race and judging by the way his wife constantly boasted on national television about how well he catered to her every need, I knew he was a genius in bed as well.Months after their wedding, I kept a close eye on him and watched his interviews with his billionaire wife beside him, always bragging about how they loved each other and how infidelity wasn't possible.
it wasn't a simple feat getting Karl Rodrigo to grace my bed. but my need for vengeance drove me to the limit to ensure that it was accomplished and a job crossed off my list.
I felt prepared for our passionate sex after taking one last glance at myself in the bathroom mirror.Following months of online conversation, we had flirted at the airport when we saw a few weeks prior for the second time.
I had followed him ever since his pre-wedding photo appeared online, and the night before his wedding to his adorable wife, I had a one-night fling with him.Due to his love for his gold-digging, meticulous wife or his fear of losing her, he begged to stay anonymous. I agreed since she was the sole heir to a multibillion-dollar corporation, and all I needed was a way into his life to reclaim everything I had lost.
After leaving the bathroom, I dropped the towel and strutted around the room, teasing and enticing him with my curves. He played along. His telltale shift in the bed was obvious. He felt the impact."Can I taste this goodness already?" he said,
seeming like a defenseless kid.The clean purple sheets felt good on my skin after a steaming hot shower, and I snuggled under the puffy blanket. Satisfied with the feel of his smooth skin against mine, I positioned the entire length of my body against his and repeatedly rubbed my leg along his.
He had boasted that he would give me a hard fuck the first night we were together in a room.He vowed that I would have as many orgasms as possible, and then he would give me more than I felt that night before his wedding.
The relentless pressure of his mouth on mine was mind-blowing. He was a good kisser, and I felt lost in his arms as he held me tight to his body, wrapping his arms around my back. His boxers were still on, but I could feel his hard cock against my lap.I couldn’t resist caressing his cock; I wanted to feel his hardness. The last thing I wanted was to catch feelings for him. He was a tool for my revenge plot, but for now, I felt the need to enjoy the moment.
Grinding my vagina into his boxers, I teased his cock harder; this only resulted in my desire rising and more desperate to have him inside me. I couldn’t wait any longer as I could feel the adrenaline rush through my veins. I hurried down the bed and pulled off his one remaining piece of clothing and was bewildered at the view of his massive hard cock. Damn! No wonder his wife brags about him. I gently pushed him away and came on top of him, bent down, and took the tip of his penis in my mouth, licking and sucking just the end of him at first. I heard him groan quietly when my soft hands held his cock; it was fascinating to have him at my mercy."Shit!" He muttered under his breath as I sucked him intensively. The shock on his face was spectacular as I took his whole length into my mouth in one go. He moaned loudly and turned me over. His roaming hands entered my clit as he started to rub it gently. My fingers joined in as I taught him to rub at a rhythm I enjoyed. I moaned loudly as he inserted his cock into my vagina and gave me a passionate sexual feeling for about thirty minutes. He pulled almost immediately while I frowned. I wanted him so badly now. The splatter of liquid from his cum was audible over our heavy-breathe."I wouldn't want to spoil this fun with an uninvited baby bump," He whispered while I giggled.
"Now I need to get a cold drink to calm my nerves after such intense sex," He said as he stood up to wear his boxers and headed for the fridge.
"Make it two glasses, please." I smiled at him.I quickly grabbed my bag and gulped the contraceptive pill as soon as he was out of sight.
My desire to punish Dalisay Gabriel harshly did not outweigh my want to avoid becoming her husband's baby mama. I would not want my ex-best friend's husband to be the father of my child.
Having a child to deal with my chaotic life would be my worst mistake.
It felt right, even though it was only my second time having sex with this stranger.But this time, the sex was extremely hot and more intense. As I strolled back into the bedroom holding two glasses of chilled juice, my penis hardened at the sight of her well-rounded breasts."You are one badass bitch that knows how to turn a man on, " I managed to say as I tried too hard to look away. She was deliberately trying to get me into fucking her hard again. "I'm not inviting you in, darling, " She replied seductively and touched her boob fondly. I could tell by her voice that she was making a lot of effort to hide her want for another round, but her eyes were always betraying her as they sneaked glances at my firm cock, and I wanted to be between her legs.I loved how she had sucked my cock passionately. I've never felt such a vibration from any other woman. Not from Dalisay or Sarah. They were the two women I have had more intimate moments with because they were both my wives. And No
Maxwell's P.O.V I stared at my mom for a few minutes without uttering a word. "Max, you don't have a choice right now. I wished I had a way to make this easier," she said. I looked at my mom and smiled, then glanced at the photo of the lady given to me by her. She looked hot and harmless at the same time. "Everything you need to know about her is well-detailed there," She said and handed an envelope to me. "Her name is Amihan Jude, the only daughter of Mr. Angelo Jude, Although he has a son who is an autism patient. Making her the only heir of her father's wealth," she added while I gave a disapproved look. "Max, my darling, This is the only way to save our company. We are almost bankrupt and need the support of a multinational company. This is your dad's only legacy he left for us. We can't let it go down without trying to save it." "What if she is married or Even in a relationship?" A grin appeared on my face, but a questioning one. "No, she isn't married. She is single. Go
Annabel's P.O.V I took my phone and googled about Karl Rodrigo on my way home; not much was said about him except that he was a businessman happily married to Dalisay Gabriel with different loved-up photos of them that made me chuckle. "Believe the internet at your own risk," I hissed. I dialed Judith's number. "Hey, sis," I said when she picked up. "What's up, Bella? Your call came in right on time, baby girl. I was worried if Karl had added you to the list of his wives." Judith said, and I raised a brow. "List of his wives?" I questioned. "Yes, girl, you had me right. The motherfucker is a gold digger, just like his public display wife," She added, and I became more confused. I've known Judith for over five years; she has been the private investigator my parents had hired to help me with my findings. Although, she is more of a family to me now. We relocated together from New York to the Philippines. Getting along with her wasn't easy at first because of the trauma I had go
Amihan POV. It's been Ten years since I last stepped foot on ANWIL company premises and somehow it made me feel nostalgic. As I got out of my car, I felt tears welling up in my eyes. I wiped them quickly so no one would see. Ten years ago, I was a different girl. Life has cracked, honed, and hardened me. I no longer felt afraid of being in the dark or being darkness itself.I missed the former me most of the time, but she passed away ten years ago. I waved and grinned at Karl as soon as I noticed him heading in my direction. "Hello Amihan, you look stunning as always," Karl complimented and I smiled. "You don't look bad yourself," I replied. "We have to keep it official here," He whispered and I nodded. "So where's your wife?" I asked. I couldn't wait to see Dalisay after a decade. "She asked I come to welcome you. We didn't know you would be arriving this early. She is in the conference hall with some important clients but I've informed her of your arrival, " Karl said a
Maxwell's Pov. The moment I checked into the hotel my mom had booked for me in the Philippines. I searched through Amihan's Social media pages and couldn't find any intriguing biographical information about her life. From the sparse photos on her walls, I could tell she was a workaholic who had no social life.I sighed at the thought of winning such a lady's heart, but I was stuck with the arrangement unless I wanted my mother dead. She had made it clear that I was her last hope and if by any chance we went bankrupt, she might not survive the heartbreak. My thought all through the night was on how to get into this mysterious lady's life and make her fall madly in love with me within this short duration. I had to put my life on wait to complete this task, and I would never want to ruin it.I let out a frustrated sigh as my phone rang. It was my mom, the last thing I wanted was her emotional talks but avoiding her calls wouldn't help either. "Hello Mom," I greeted her with a for
Dalisay's Pov. I had anticipated collaborating with Retribution Multinational since it opened its branch in the Philippines. It was the largest international company and how it had managed to take over the shine of other businesses within months of its establishment in the Philippines was still a mystery. It was unbelievable to me that the daughter of the CEO was sitting in front of me, presenting a proposition for my company. I've always wanted a major victory that would announce my name as the CEO.A collaboration with Retribution Multinational would be that finishing touch my company needed. As we shook hands, I had an odd feeling. It was a familiar feeling but I couldn't place the face and she also had the same voice as that of my late best friend. The least of my concerns was attempting to determine who possessed a comparable touch impact.Annabel William is dead and gone. I witnessed her being buried. There's no way she would be alive, perhaps I'm hallucinating since it's
Maxwell's P.O.VThe following day, I arrived at the company where Judith and I would be working. I had been restless all through the night as My mind was muddled by how to fulfill my mother's wish to save my family from debt and bankruptcy. I was eager to visit Judith and get to work with her. She was the bait and No matter how tough she could seemed, I was determined to make sure I got along with her. While I waited for the CEO to arrive, I glanced around the reception hall. The ambiance of the company was so good and enticing. It was one of the biggest Fashion designing companies in the state. I still wondered how my mother expected me to handle a job at a fashion house without any prior expertise. Since I have never worked for one, I was curious as to what she would have said to the CEO to convince him that a novice employee would be a good fit for his company. My thoughts were disrupted by my phone's vibration. It was a call from my mom. "Hello, Darling," She greeted with
Judith's Pov. I reluctantly got off my bed as Annabel knocked at the door. I knew she was worried about how last night had gone with Jake and I. Even when I made a concerted effort to maintain a straight face to hide how pained I was over my breakup with jake, Annabel always had a way of reading my emotions no matter how hard I attempted. "Hey, sleepy head! She called out to me as I approached the door, "Open the door!" I gave a grumpy yawn and replied, "You don't have to wake me up this early, Bella." "Early? I guessed you had a lot to drink last night and had slept so deep. It's almost Eight A.M," My eyes widened in shock. How would I meet up work? The general staff meeting was scheduled for that morning by the CEO. That month, I had skipped three meetings in a row. The last time was because I was unwell, but the first two instances were because my boss had allowed me to take care of an important client. Although my boss was the carefree type who didn't mind if you miss
Three years later, Amihan's Pov, Three years had passed, and everything had changed. I stood at the window, looking out at the world below, and a wave of mixed emotions washed over me. Nostalgia, regret, wistfulness, pride, hope. It was a complex stew of feelings, impossible to separate or label. I closed my eyes, letting the memories wash over me like a summer rain.As I thought about the journey that had brought me here, I felt a deep sense of gratitude. It had been a long road, full of twists and turns, but I was finally where I wanted to be. The funeral for Dalisay was a somber but beautiful affair, a fitting tribute to a life well-lived. As she was laid to rest, it felt like her soul was finally at peace.In the weeks and months that followed, Karl and Adams threw themselves into raising Bella. They loved her fiercely, determined to give her everything they could. And as she grew, she began to resemble her mother more and more, both in looks and in spirit. With little Bella by
Amihan's POV, I tried to sit up, but the pain in my head and stomach was excruciating. I could feel the grogginess of sleep slowly fading away, and I became aware of my surroundings. It was a hospital room, and the memory of the shooting came flooding back. "Mom," I said weakly, my voice hoarse from disuse. "Where is Dalisay?""Dalisay's getting the best care possible, honey," my mom said, her voice gentle and soothing. But even as she spoke, I couldn't help but sob. I felt so guilty, knowing that Dalisay had risked her life to save me."She's going to be okay," my mom said, rubbing my back comfortingly. "And you're going to be okay too. We're all going to get through this together."I wanted to believe her, but my emotions were still too raw. I couldn't stop crying. My gaze shifted to the corner of the room, and I saw Judith standing next to my father. Her eyes were red and swollen, and she looked like she had been crying. I felt a surge of anger well up inside of me."What is sh
Two weeks later, Judith's POV, The last two weeks had been a blur of pain and anguish. My best friend, Amihan, lay comatose in the hospital, clinging to life by a thread same as Dalisay. I blamed myself for everything that had happened. It was my selfish desire for Maxwell that had caused all of this. I had been so jealous of Amihan's relationship with him, that I had pushed her to move into the mansion, even though I knew it was dangerous. And now she was fighting for her life, while I was left with nothing but regret and guilt."Judith, you look exhausted," Amihan's mother said, her face filled with concern. "Why don't you go home and get some rest? You've been here at the hospital for days now."As soon as they had received news of Amihan's incident, her Foster parents had flown down from New York, arriving the next day. They had been at the hospital ever since, taking turns to stay with Amihan. She was right. I hadn't slept in days, and I was running on empty. But I didn't want
Karl's POV,"We have to be fast with whatever we have to do, because Chloe or Susan whichever you want to call her, is a crazy woman and wouldn't hesitate to do anything, her words shouldn't be taken lightly," I said to them who had been listening to me without interruption with my eyes wide open, I swallowed hard in an attempt to quell my panic that had gotten a grip of my heart,I was scared as I spoke which made my voice shake, I was scared if revealing the truth about my status with Chloe, the fear of making Luciana and Dalisay find out that I had been lying to them about my first wife made me pick my words with care."So, what are we going to do now? Because as long as I'm concerned, everyone of you here are suspect, and I'm going to get you all arrested." Maxwell responded unflinchingly, without any iota of panic in him, his expression was grimly as he spoke making everyone shift uneasily on their spot, except Luciana who had been sitting quietly with her fingers resting on her
Dalisay's POV,"Then who did?" he demanded, slamming his hand down on the desk, sending the files scattered across its surface into disarray. His eyes blazed with anger, and his frustration was palpable. "Who was the last person to see her? I need answers, and I need them now!"As I rolled my eyes in thought, a sudden realization hit me. It dawned on me that my mother could be behind Amihan's disappearance. My eyes widened in horror, and I bit my lip, trying to keep my composure. I knew that if I let my emotions get the best of me, this man would see through my facade. "Please calm down, we'll get to the bottom of...""I can't calm down!" he shouted, cutting me off in mid-sentence. His breathing was labored, and his eyes flashed with anger. The look on his face was terrifying, and I felt my heart skip a beat. He looked like a man possessed, and I knew that I had to tread carefully. Fear gripped me as I tried to find the right words to say. I knew that I had to diffuse the situation,
Maxwell's POV,My heart skipped a beat as I saw Amihan's name flash across my phone's screen. I hurriedly picked up the call, but the noise of the airport around me made it difficult to hear what she was saying. She sounded upset, her voice urgent and panicked. I tried to make out what she was saying, but it was impossible. I needed to find a quiet place to take the call.I began to look around for a secluded spot, but the airport was crowded and bustling with activity. Everywhere I looked, people were rushing around, their voices blending together into a cacophony of sound. I had been planning to move to the United Kingdom and start over, but Amihan's call had given me pause. "Babe," I said, my voice quivering as I answered the phone. "I'm sorry. Are you there?""I'm here," she said, her voice trembling. "Please...help me." And then, the line went dead.My heart sank, and I felt a wave of panic wash over me. What had happened? What could she need help with? I tried to call her back
Amihan's POV, "Bella, please wait!" I heard Adam's voice calling after me as I ran from the mansion, but I ignored him. I didn't want to talk to anyone, I just wanted to be alone. "Leave me alone!" I shouted, not even bothering to turn around. I just kept running, my feet carrying me further and further away from the pain and the betrayal.My heart thumped as I hurried away from the mansion, its weight pressing against my chest as if to crush me. Each step I took reverberated in my head, a pulsing reminder of the hurt that lay ahead. As memories of the betrayal that followed my misplaced trust flooded back, they threatened to drown me in despair. The images of the accident that had almost claimed my life ten years ago flashed before my eyes, a maelstrom of chaos and pain. I threw myself into the car, slamming the door shut as if to keep out the demons that pursued me. I could barely breathe, my chest rising and falling in rapid, panicked breaths. I knew I had to get away, to put
Karl's POV,"Where do you think you're going, sneaking off like that?" Luciana's voice rang out behind me, causing me to freeze in my tracks. She was sitting comfortably, cigarette in hand, a smirk on her lips. I felt like a deer caught in headlights, and I knew I had to think of something quickly."You're... here," I managed to stammer out, trying to regain my composure and collect my thoughts."I was just... I was just getting some fresh air," I stammered, my voice trembling with nerves. "Of course I'm here," she replied, a mocking smile playing on her lips. Her gaze was fixed intently on me, as if she were sizing me up, her eyes boring into mine. "I've always been here, and my eyes have always been on you."I felt myself flush under her gaze, feeling like a bug under a microscope. I knew I had to say something, anything, to break the silence that was hanging heavy in the air. But I couldn't think of a single thing to say."You have something urgent to take care of?" she asked, rais
Judith's POV,Despite the shame and pain coursing through my body, I climbed into my car and slammed the door shut. I had no destination in mind, I just wanted to get away. As I sat there, I realized that my hands were shaking and that my entire body was trembling.In a desperate attempt to relieve the pressure building within me, I let out a primal scream. But it did nothing to soothe the turmoil inside me. At that moment, I realized that Maxwell's mother was to blame for much of the mess I was in. She had played a part in orchestrating the events that had led to this moment, and she needed to take responsibility for her actions.The more I thought about it, the more I became convinced that the only way out of this situation was to confront her directly.With shaking hands, I rummaged through my bag for my phone. As soon as I found it, I dialed Maxwell's mother's number. The phone rang and rang, and just when I was about to give up hope, she answered. Her voice was cold and uninvitin