Grace’s P.O.V. “Whom does your body belong to?” He asks as he thrusts into my mouth with his hard dick, fisting my hair. I’m knelt in front of his standing figure, partially naked, my wrists bound behind my back with his tie, my mouth drooling, and my knees pressed against the grass. I can’t believe we’re doing this in open space, in the garden. Steve must have given clear instructions to our bodyguards to not let anyone enter inside, but it is still quite thrilling. And oh my god, the way he is dominating me today, it’s arousing me more. Although he isn’t giving me what I yearning for, I’m still savouring every bit of his control over me. It is… I’m speechless. He emerges from my mouth and demands, “Answer me, Love? To whom does your body belong?” His voice, laced with dominance, sends a shiver down my spine. I respond, panting and drooling. “You, Steve. My body belongs to you—” he silences me with a hard thrust, clutching my hair. “Whom does your soul belong to?” “Whom does
We reach home. I slept during the entire car ride, burying my face in Steve’s chest and wrapped in his warm arms. As we enter our room, a smile spreads across our faces at the sight of our twins. Giana sits comfortably in Zara’s lap, her chubby cheeks glistening in the soft light, while Evan enjoys his tummy time, his tiny legs kicking in excitement as Olivia shakes the rattles in front of him. As their eyes fall on us, Giana outstretches her tiny arms towards us, weeping, making adorable faces. Evan, on the other hand, lets out a scream, as if scolding us for leaving him alone for so long. Oh… my little munchkins! They missed us as much as we missed them. My heart warms up with love, and I rush to Giana before scooping her up into my arms. “Oh, my little angel, we missed you so much,” I whisper, showering her with kisses. She snuggles into my embrace, sucking on my chin, her tiny fingers grasping my dress. Steve picks up Evan, who continues to scream, his face scrunched up in a
Steve’s P.O.V. Four Months Later I return home after a long day at work, carrying three bouquets for my angels: a red roses bouquet for my wifey, and two small pink and blue roses bouquets for my little ones. As I step into the room, the sight in front of my eyes brings a smile to my face and takes away all the exhaustion of my entire day. Twins who are now eight months old, sitting on the bed, playing with the blocks and conversing with each other in their own language. While Grace is lying facing them, completely engrossed in them with a smile on her face. Giana looks super adorable, with two fountain ponytails dolled up in a pink frock, and Evan is clad in a white t-shirt with black denim shorts. Grace loves to dress them up and make a daily blog with them. I can’t believe they are now eight months old. They’re growing so fast. It seems like just yesterday they were born, and I took them in my arms for the first time. And now it’s been seven months of my heavenly beau
We lie silently, wrapped in each other’s embrace after the kiss. Like every night, even though I don’t want to, I overthink about that bastard who tried to rape me during my childhood. I’m worried. It’s been ten months since he escaped from prison, and we still have no clue where he is. I don’t know what he’s planning to do. Perhaps something sinister. “Love,” Steve’s voice brings me back to reality. “Hmm...” I murmur, playing with the button on his shirt. “Are you thinking about the same thing?” he asks in a soft tone, his hand stroking my hair. I lift my head from his chest to meet his gaze. “I just can’t stop myself, Steve. It’s been ten months, and he’s still out there. I don’t want to waste a single second thinking about him, but it’s hard.” He places his hand on my face and caresses my cheek. “I know, my love. It’s natural to feel anxious, but we’ll get through this together. For now, let’s try to focus on the present.” I plead, “Help me forget about everything, Stev
Fuck! Where is Giana? What happened to Olivia? Did…Did he kidnap her? No, no. This can’t happen. After shaking my head, with my trembling hand, I immediately call the bodyguard whom I asked to stay outside, and now regretting terribly for my decision. “I shouldn’t have asked the bodyguard to stay outside.” As I murmur, holding the phone to my ear, tears trickle down my cheeks. But he doesn’t answer the call, making me more anxious. Fuck! With each passing second, my fear is intensifying. Giana, where are you? Evan's cries become louder, and I scoop him up, holding him close as tears stream down my face. "It's going to be okay, Evan. Mama is here. We'll find your sister." "Gaina… My baby came back to Mama.” I call out to her while sobbing, hoping that she will come back to me, listening to my voice. After calling the police and ambulance, I call Steve, my hands trembling. “I think you’re missing so much. I’m coming…” he pauses as he hears my sob. “What happened, Love? Are
The detective comes to us and says, “You should go home now and rest. We’re searching for her.” Grace shakes her head. “No. I’m not leaving until I find my daughter.” "Mam, please try to understand. There is no use of you both staying here," the detective insists, his voice laced with empathy. "We have teams combing through every inch of this park, and we'll continue to do so until we find her. But right now, you both need rest. You need to stay strong for Giana." Grace's hands tremble as she clutches onto the hairpin, her knuckles turning white with the intensity of her grip. “But I can't just sit at home while my daughter is out there somewhere, alone and scared. What if she is hurt, or…" her voice chokes up with pain, shattering my heart. I compose myself and place my hand on her shoulder. “He's right, Love. We need to trust the authorities to do their job. We can't help Giana if we're exhausted and running on empty. Let's go home, get some rest, and be ready to continue the se
Grace’s P.O.V. A Week Later Tomorrow is the twins’ first birthday. We had planned a birthday trip to Steve’s private island with them, but now I can’t even cut the cake because Giana is still missing. We were so excited to celebrate their first birthday. When will God stop testing my strength to endure pain? It’s becoming unbearable. Olivia regained consciousness the next day after Giana was found missing. She recounted that someone wearing a black mask had made her unconscious before taking Giana. Every time I wonder who could kidnap my little princess, my breathing becomes heavy, thinking about that monster. Tomorrow should be a day filled with joy and celebration, but it feels heavy without Giana around. I can’t focus on anything other than the empty crib where Giana should be. Every corner of our home holds memories of her laughter and smiles, reminding us of what we’ve lost. I’m concerned for Evan as well. His once bright eyes are now dull with sadness, and he refuses to e
Steve’s P.O.V. One Week Later It’s been two weeks, and we still have no clue about Giana. Every day, it feels like a burden. I can’t stop myself from wondering about the worst possibilities. If someone had kidnapped her for money, he would have called her till now. But nobody called us. We’re clueless about where our daughter is. I miss everything about Giana: her innocent smile, her gorgeous blue eyes, and her sweet laugh. God! With each passing second, the pain is intensifying. Will we ever be able to see her again? Is she fine? How will she be living without us? These thoughts drive me and Grace insane. Sometimes it feels like good days will never come back. Grace stays strong for me, but I can see that she is living with guilt every day that she failed to protect our daughter. I seriously don’t know what would I have done if Grace wasn’t with me these days. Her words give me hope that we’ll surely get back our daughter to us. The loud ringing of Grace’s phone brings me ba