CHAPTER SIXTY FOUR: BEYOND RESISTANCE LORA'S POV How would Nelson even know my location? What am I saying?He's my ‘husband’, of course he would know where I am. I'm his wife, but sometimes it feels like I'm his possession. I wouldn't be surprised if he's tracking my every move.I shook my head, chuckling at my own foolishness. A sly smirk crossed my lips, but I quickly pushed the thought aside and headed for the door. But, Nelson burst back in, with raw passion and energy, his eyes burning with desire."Did you forget something?" I asked, my brows furrowed in confusion.But he didn't answer. Instead, he stood before me, breathless, his hands cradling my cheeks. "I couldn't leave without saying good morning, Lora," he whispered, his eyes locked on mine.Before I could respond, Nelson's lips claimed mine, his hands tangling in my hair as our tongues danced together. We stumbled backward, our bodies pressed against the staircase for support. I wrapped my arms around his neck, our lips
In the vibrant city streets, where dreams often clashed with harsh realities, Darla Matthew, a brilliant and resilient Business Administration graduate, navigated a life devoid of luxury and comfort. Despite her circumstances, her indomitable spirit and determination captivated those around her. As a maid for the Gomez family, her mother's friends, Darla's life took a dramatic turn when she was publicly humiliated and expelled from the mansion after her secret affair with the enigmatic CEO, Daniel Gomez, was exposed by his sister, Amaya, and mother, Mrs. Gomez.With a deep-seated hatred for Darla, whom they deemed unworthy of their loved one, Amaya and Mrs. Gomez unleashed a cruel fate upon her. Devastated by their betrayal and the revelation that Daniel had orchestrated her downfall, Darla concealed her pregnancy and parted ways with the family. Unbeknownst to her, this secret would forever alter her life's trajectory.Seeking solace in her mother, Mrs. Ana Matthew, Darla shared her
In the vibrant city streets, where dreams often clashed with harsh realities, Darla Matthew, a brilliant and resilient Business Administration graduate, navigated a life devoid of luxury and comfort. Despite her circumstances, her indomitable spirit and determination captivated those around her. As a maid for the Gomez family, her mother's friends, Darla's life took a dramatic turn when she was publicly humiliated and expelled from the mansion after her secret affair with the enigmatic CEO, Daniel Gomez, was exposed by his sister, Amaya, and mother, Mrs. Gomez.With a deep-seated hatred for Darla, whom they deemed unworthy of their loved one, Amaya and Mrs. Gomez unleashed a cruel fate upon her. Devastated by their betrayal and the revelation that Daniel had orchestrated her downfall, Darla concealed her pregnancy and parted ways with the family. Unbeknownst to her, this secret would forever alter her life's trajectory.Seeking solace in her mother, Mrs. Ana Matthew, Darla shared her
In the vibrant city streets, where dreams often clashed with harsh realities, Darla Matthew, a brilliant and resilient Business Administration graduate, navigated a life devoid of luxury and comfort. Despite her circumstances, her indomitable spirit and determination captivated those around her. As a maid for the Gomez family, her mother's friends, Darla's life took a dramatic turn when she was publicly humiliated and expelled from the mansion after her secret affair with the enigmatic CEO, Daniel Gomez, was exposed by his sister, Amaya, and mother, Mrs. Gomez.With a deep-seated hatred for Darla, whom they deemed unworthy of their loved one, Amaya and Mrs. Gomez unleashed a cruel fate upon her. Devastated by their betrayal and the revelation that Daniel had orchestrated her downfall, Darla concealed her pregnancy and parted ways with the family. Unbeknownst to her, this secret would forever alter her life's trajectory.Seeking solace in her mother, Mrs. Ana Matthew, Darla shared her
CHAPTER SEVENTY ONE: A HEART'S HIDDEN TRUTHLORA'S POV As we settled into the car, damp and grinning from our water gun fight, Nelson turned to me with a smile. "That was... incredible." His eyes sparkled with mischief."See, I know how to have fun," I teased, my heart racing. Nelson chuckled, his hands on the steering wheel. "You mean you know how to be naughty. How could you plan such an attack on me?" His playful tone made me giggle. Oh, Nelson, he's so sweet. But how do I confess my feelings to him? We're in a fake marriage, and he warned me not to fall for him. Yet, my heart yearns to reveal the truth."Lora, thank you for today. I had an amazing time. I hadn't realized how long it's been since I had so much fun," Nelson said, his sincerity touching my heart. "You're welcome. I was just thanking you for taking care of me. I'm glad you enjoyed yourself," I replied, our gazes locking. This is it. This is the moment to be brave, to let go of fear and reveal my true feelings. S
CHAPTER SEVENTY ONE: A HEART'S HIDDEN TRUTHLORA'S POV As we settled into the car, damp and grinning from our water gun fight, Nelson turned to me with a smile. "That was... incredible." His eyes sparkled with mischief."See, I know how to have fun," I teased, my heart racing. Nelson chuckled, his hands on the steering wheel. "You mean you know how to be naughty. How could you plan such an attack on me?" His playful tone made me giggle. Oh, Nelson, he's so sweet. But how do I confess my feelings to him? We're in a fake marriage, and he warned me not to fall for him. Yet, my heart yearns to reveal the truth."Lora, thank you for today. I had an amazing time. I hadn't realized how long it's been since I had so much fun," Nelson said, his sincerity touching my heart. "You're welcome. I was just thanking you for taking care of me. I'm glad you enjoyed yourself," I replied, our gazes locking. This is it. This is the moment to be brave, to let go of fear and reveal my true feelings. S
CHAPTER FIVE: GOODBYE, MR. XSarah and I talked for hours, her jokes and cheerful demeanor eventually lifting my spirits. When we finally decided to head back inside, I was able to walk on my own, a small victory. Too afraid to face my room and the possibility of another nightmare, I slept in Sarah's room. It wasn't the first time I'd had this nightmare twice, and I wouldn't be surprised if it happened again.To be honest, I didn't really know how I slept off. One minute, I was planning our long awaited trip to Mexico with Sarah and the next thing I knew, it was morning and Sarah's knock on the door woke me up."Breakfast," she said curtly, her body half-in and half-out of the door, her blonde hair dangling. I groaned and stood up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. "Not even a good morning?" I teased, trying to lighten the mood. Sarah gave me a look I couldn't quite decipher before responding, "Do you want to eat or not?" I hesitated for a moment before asking, "What's on the menu?"
CHAPTER FIVE: GOODBYE, MR. XSarah and I talked for hours, her jokes and cheerful demeanor eventually lifting my spirits. When we finally decided to head back inside, I was able to walk on my own, a small victory. Too afraid to face my room and the possibility of another nightmare, I slept in Sarah's room. It wasn't the first time I'd had this nightmare twice, and I wouldn't be surprised if it happened again.To be honest, I didn't really know how I slept off. One minute, I was planning our long awaited trip to Mexico with Sarah and the next thing I knew, it was morning and Sarah's knock on the door woke me up."Breakfast," she said curtly, her body half-in and half-out of the door, her blonde hair dangling. I groaned and stood up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. "Not even a good morning?" I teased, trying to lighten the mood. Sarah gave me a look I couldn't quite decipher before responding, "Do you want to eat or not?" I hesitated for a moment before asking, "What's on the menu?"
As the days to Nelson's parents memorial service got closer, his mood got sour. He didn't go to work and he avoided small talks. It was hard getting him to be open to me but I was there for him every step of the way. Just like a wife should.“Are you good?” I asked as he stood in front of me, dressed up in a three piece black suit. We were headed to the memorial service.His face which he tried so hard to still and become cold betrayed him. I could tell he was under so many pain, his eyes telling me what he'll never say.He would have had an eye bag. If I hadn't forced him to sleep, to rest, to eat and to talk to me about it feeling. It felt as if I was taking care of a child but I knew the mechanism of grief and I knew what it could make us be.“Yeah.” Nelson answered breathlessly, nodding his head vehemently.He's trying too hard to convince me that he is fine. But I know he isn't and I'm willing to take care of him until he gets better.I held his face, caressing his cheeks as our
CHAPTER SEVENTY NINE: WHEN WORDS FAILNELSON'S POV Lora isn't picking up her phone. After a few tries, it went straight to voicemail. I was still in my car, parked back at the club, my heart racing with worry. Where could she be? I know I have messed up, and I don't need anyone to tell me that. But I didn't mean to say what I said - it was a thoughtless remark made in a fit of rage. If only I could find her, I'd plead my case and make things right.After calling her one more time, with no answer, I leaned back in my seat, running my hands through my hair, eyes closed, trying to think of where she might be. And then it hit me - the one place she might go. My eyes snapped open as I whispered, "The beach."Without hesitation, I started my car and sped off towards the beach where we had gone after our picnic. It didn't take me long to arrive. I kicked off my shoes and approached the sandy shore, and that's when I saw her - Lora's figure, illuminated by the moonlight. I could hear her so
CHAPTER SEVENTY EIGHT: I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN BETTERLORA'S POV As we stood in the shadowy corner, our breathing slowed. Just then, Nelson glanced to his left, and his face contorted in disgust and anger, an intensity I'd never seen before. His eyes darkened, and I could tell he was gritting his teeth. I felt a surge of fear; we were alone, and his expression made me worry he might hurt me."Nelson, what's wrong?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly.I touched his hand, pinned to the wall, and felt his muscles tense beneath his white T-shirt."Wait here," Nelson said, before storming back into the club.I picked up my purse and his leather jacket, which had fallen during our encounter. He didn't expect me to wait alone in the dark, did he? I need to know what he is about to do, so I followed him.As I struggled to find Nelson in the crowded club, my eyes landed on a growing gathering near the dance floor. I prayed I wouldn't find him at the center of it.But my prayers went unanswered
The words echoed in the air, pregnant with meaning, as you grappled with the depths of Lora's possessive nature. Her desire to claim you as hers sent a shiver down your spine, stirring emotions within you that you hadn't even realized were there.You tried to act casual, brushing off her inquiry with a nonchalant shrug, but the heat of her gaze lingered, as did the sweet taste of her lips on yours.“Mine…”The word reverberated through your mind, igniting a fire within you, a fire that was both intoxicating and dangerous.Lora's possessive nature was a surprise, but it added a tantalizing layer to your already intense relationship. As you made your way up the stairs, your mind couldn't help but dwell on the implications of her words.'Mine.'The word echoed in your mind, sending a shiver down your spine. It was clear that Lora was as invested in this relationship as you were, and it added a sense of excitement to your already sizzling connection.As you reached the top of the stairs, y
The words echoed in the air, pregnant with meaning, as you grappled with the depths of Lora's possessive nature. Her desire to claim you as hers sent a shiver down your spine, stirring emotions within you that you hadn't even realized were there.You tried to act casual, brushing off her inquiry with a nonchalant shrug, but the heat of her gaze lingered, as did the sweet taste of her lips on yours.“Mine…”The word reverberated through your mind, igniting a fire within you, a fire that was both intoxicating and dangerous.Lora's possessive nature was a surprise, but it added a tantalizing layer to your already intense relationship. As you made your way up the stairs, your mind couldn't help but dwell on the implications of her words.'Mine.'The word echoed in your mind, sending a shiver down your spine. It was clear that Lora was as invested in this relationship as you were, and it added a sense of excitement to your already sizzling connection.As you reached the top of the stairs, y
Go on“Thirty minutes,” she repeated, her lips brushing against mine in a fleeting kiss, "and counting."The timer beeped, marking the start of our challenge. Lora’s fingers found their way to my belt, working it off with an ease that surprised me. My hands mirrored her movements, my fingers brushing against the zipper of her dress as I pulled it down, exposing her lacy underwear.She moaned softly, her eyes half-closed as she whispered, “Twenty-nine minutes.”Go onHer fingers slid along the waistband of my pants, pulling them down just enough to free my erection. The air in the kitchen grew heavy with the scent of her arousal, and I leaned in, my lips finding her neck, my tongue tracing the delicate curve of her collarbone.Lora’s hands caressed my back, her nails raking down my skin, sending a surge of pleasure through me.“Twenty-eight minutes,” she murmured, her hips grinding against me, as if trying to draw me in even closer.Go onI groaned, losing myself in the feel of her bod
Go on“Thirty minutes,” she repeated, her lips brushing against mine in a fleeting kiss, "and counting."The timer beeped, marking the start of our challenge. Lora’s fingers found their way to my belt, working it off with an ease that surprised me. My hands mirrored her movements, my fingers brushing against the zipper of her dress as I pulled it down, exposing her lacy underwear.She moaned softly, her eyes half-closed as she whispered, “Twenty-nine minutes.”Go onHer fingers slid along the waistband of my pants, pulling them down just enough to free my erection. The air in the kitchen grew heavy with the scent of her arousal, and I leaned in, my lips finding her neck, my tongue tracing the delicate curve of her collarbone.Lora’s hands caressed my back, her nails raking down my skin, sending a surge of pleasure through me.“Twenty-eight minutes,” she murmured, her hips grinding against me, as if trying to draw me in even closer.Go onI groaned, losing myself in the feel of her bod
CHAPTER SEVENTY TWO: THE MOVIE NIGHTNELSON'S POV "I just don't understand, Adrian. Ever since our picnic outing, Lora's been acting strange. It's as if she wants to say something but can't bring herself to do so." I confided in Adrian, who sat across from me in my office. It has been days since our trip to the ocean, and Lora's behavior has changed dramatically. More different than I know her to be."How long has this been going on?" Adrian asked, his brow furrowed with concern that mirrored mine."A week. The change is so sudden, it's unsettling. Whenever I try to get her to open up, she brushes me off, and further probing only leads to arguments," I revealed, running my hands through my hair in frustration."Maybe she doesn't feel comfortable enough to share her concerns with you," Adrian suggested."I've tried everything to make her feel at ease, but she still won't budge. I'm worried," I admitted.Adrian's smug smile slowly emerged. "This can only mean one thing – you're in lov
CHAPTER SIXTEEN: FINDING PROOF “Why won't you believe me, Alpha Aleksander?” Alina pleaded, her frustration evident in her voice and stance as she stood before him in his office chamber. “I'm telling the truth, I swear it.” Aleksander sighed, his gaze finally leaving the paper in front of him as he leaned back in his seat, his eyes narrowing slightly. “So, this is what you've been pushing for? This is why you came here?” Alina's hand threaded through her hair, her anxiety heavy. “It's been three days since your father's visit, and I fear we're running out of time. I don't understand why you refuse to work with me.” Aleksander's expression remained skeptical, his voice firm. “I'll only consider it if you provide me with concrete proof, Alina. Anything less is just empty words.” Alina's frustration boiled over as she exclaimed, "How am I supposed to find proof?" Aleksander's response was firm and unyielding, "That's your problem, Alina. Bring me something tangible, and only then