It’s been three days since I spent time with Ryan, and I haven’t heard from him. The silence is stuck with me, making me nervous. I haven’t heard from Jasper either—he hasn’t been picking up my calls. I had no choice but to return to my daily activities while still trying to reach out. After spending so much time at the hospital, Biggy insisted on being discharged. I couldn’t blame him—it’s suffocating to be stuck in a hospital, even for visitors. I can only imagine how the patients feel, restricted to stepping out for fresh air but never to their homes. Father had no problem with Biggy being discharged. He believed that once he gets home and had enough rest, he’d recover better. I was outside, leaning on the door, when I heard it creak open. I straightened, watching as Biggy stepped out of the room, with Mother following behind him. She handed me the bags she was carrying, and I followed them out to the parking lot. “Are you heading to the office?” She asked, stopping at the car.
Mother wasn’t picking up my calls. They were supposed to be home by now, since we left the hospital. Could she be in the washroom? I’ll just call her later. I reached for my laptop, but the door suddenly flung open, startling me. My secretary barged in, panting heavily. My brows furrowed—something was clearly wrong, so I stood up, waiting for her to speak.“I’m… I’m so… sorry for barging in.” she stuttered, struggling to catch her breath.I gestured for her to calm down and speak.“I had to run when I saw him leave… the atmosphere…” she trailed off.I knew she was referring to my father, but why would she think something was wrong? There was no way he would harm me with so many people around.“I’m fine. You shouldn’t panic just because you saw him leaving.” I said, taking my seat.It was amusing how she had rushed in, thinking something had happened to me. Goodness, it was quite funny.“Is that you smiling?” She asked, her tone a mix of curiosity and concern.I looked up at her, unabl
Ryan"You were on the phone with Emily, weren't you?" Mother asked just as I returned to the living room. I had been with her for the past two hours, waiting for her to receive a call from Amber's abductors.I'm not sure if they are, but that's the only thing I can think of. She did show me the countless threat messages, but I can't even comprehend them—they don't make sense to me.Amber has been missing for five days now. I have been keeping things on the down low to make sure I get to the bottom of this.Mother isn't even helping. As much as she has been crying about it, her so-called fiancé—I don't even know what he's doing to help."She's not. That was my secretary." I won't let her know I'm back with Emily; I don't want her opinion. The way she mistreated her without my knowledge is enough. I don't want further complications—not even Zara is allowed to go near her."She's your secretary, but you had to leave the room to make a call?" She questioned, skeptical of my response. "Oka
Emily During our four years of marriage, most of the time, my husband treats me like a total stranger. I have always been a stranger to him, even though we were a couple. The only exception is when he contacts me, and whenever he does, it's all about getting me to the hospital to donate blood to Zara. That was my use in this marriage, always donating blood to her, and get paid at the end of the month. It was what I had agreed to hoping he would love me some day. It's the third time this month, and it's more than my body can take already. But who cares? That's what I'm supposed to do whenever Zara needs a blood transfusion. I'm sitting on the sofa and my eyes are getting a little watery and blurry, while still running a little temperature. Yesterday was our fourth year anniversary. So I thought of preparing something to celebrate with him. I waited for him to get home from work, and carefully prepared dinner for our anniversary, and yet I stood in the rain for over an hour waiting
I put my phone away, suppressed the excruciating pain in my heart, the burning sensation in my body, and forced myself to Rose from the couch. I ascended the stairs to get my bag from the bedroom, and soon I returned, making my way out of the house. I stepped out of the house, hailed a cab and went directly to the coffee shop not far from the hospital. My mind is made up, I won't just sit and continue being a bank of blood for someone who doesn't even value me. I have tried everything to make him love me, and now it's time to move on with my life. Four years are not four months. With each passing second, Ryan still hadn’t shown up. I am not leaving until he does. As I waited, my phone buzzed twice, it was Ryan calling. I didn’t answer, thinking he would call a third time. But he didn’t. I sat there, pale, the pain from earlier still engulfing my body. An hour later, Ryan finally appeared, just like I had thought when I didn't pick his calls. He is slow to see his mistakes. He
Ryan’s eyes darkened, his expression turning grim. "What the hell are you doing!" He cussed, as he pushed his way into the room. "Emily." He called out to me, his voice was as cold as ice. Was he so afraid of what I might do to her? I can't believe he still cares so much about her even after his signed the divorce papers. This just proves, he never felt anything for me. If he does, he wouldn't have attempted to sign the damn papers. Zara's eyes widened with fake panic as she turned her look away, tears welling up in her eyes. This was all she's good at, constantly trying to stand out as the good girl when she's the devil. I can't believe I endure this shit for the pass four years. Where were my senses? My steeze and demure? I can't believe I did everything for love and was never loved back. “I swear, Emily, I didn’t do anything. You have got it all wrong.” She feigned even more, knowing he would side with her. Was I really out of my mind to confront her in front of Ryan?
RyanI sensed that there was something different about Emily. Definitely, there was something off about her. She wasn't the Emily I once married, she acted so different at the hospital.There's no way I'm mistaken, or was I overthinking things because she asked for a divorce? She was nothing to me from the start, but why are my even bothered?I couldn't put my finger on what just happened. It was like things were spinning out of control. I had control over her for the last three years, and in the blink of an eye, she asked for a divorce because of something she clearly knew Zara would never do.After four years of marriage, I thought I knew her very well. Before we got married, she was obsessive and clingy, but after we got married, she became submissive and obedient, a good wife. And today, I was in the office when I saw a message popped into my phone, upon reaching out to it, I saw a message from her asking for a divorce."I don't believe she's in her right state of mind. Where will
EmilyI squinted, trying to force my eyes open. After a few attempts, they finally flew open. Slowly, I looked around, not immediately recognizing where I was until my gaze landed on the familiar picture frame in my room.I realized I was home—in my room. But the question lingering in my mind was, how did I get here? I had been brought back to the mansion where my mother and stepfather lived.Tentatively, I stepped out of bed and made my way downstairs. As my gaze traveled to the clock on the wall, I saw it was almost noon. I must have slept for a long time, something I hadn’t done in the past four years of my marriage to Ryan.It had always been one chaos to another, doing house chores, trying to please Ryan, Zara, and his family members. But now, it was finally over. Deep down, I was hurt that I couldn't win his love in those four years, he was the perfect hubby for me. The kind of man I have always wanted to spend the rest of my life with, but there was nothing I could do about it
Ryan"You were on the phone with Emily, weren't you?" Mother asked just as I returned to the living room. I had been with her for the past two hours, waiting for her to receive a call from Amber's abductors.I'm not sure if they are, but that's the only thing I can think of. She did show me the countless threat messages, but I can't even comprehend them—they don't make sense to me.Amber has been missing for five days now. I have been keeping things on the down low to make sure I get to the bottom of this.Mother isn't even helping. As much as she has been crying about it, her so-called fiancé—I don't even know what he's doing to help."She's not. That was my secretary." I won't let her know I'm back with Emily; I don't want her opinion. The way she mistreated her without my knowledge is enough. I don't want further complications—not even Zara is allowed to go near her."She's your secretary, but you had to leave the room to make a call?" She questioned, skeptical of my response. "Oka
Mother wasn’t picking up my calls. They were supposed to be home by now, since we left the hospital. Could she be in the washroom? I’ll just call her later. I reached for my laptop, but the door suddenly flung open, startling me. My secretary barged in, panting heavily. My brows furrowed—something was clearly wrong, so I stood up, waiting for her to speak.“I’m… I’m so… sorry for barging in.” she stuttered, struggling to catch her breath.I gestured for her to calm down and speak.“I had to run when I saw him leave… the atmosphere…” she trailed off.I knew she was referring to my father, but why would she think something was wrong? There was no way he would harm me with so many people around.“I’m fine. You shouldn’t panic just because you saw him leaving.” I said, taking my seat.It was amusing how she had rushed in, thinking something had happened to me. Goodness, it was quite funny.“Is that you smiling?” She asked, her tone a mix of curiosity and concern.I looked up at her, unabl
It’s been three days since I spent time with Ryan, and I haven’t heard from him. The silence is stuck with me, making me nervous. I haven’t heard from Jasper either—he hasn’t been picking up my calls. I had no choice but to return to my daily activities while still trying to reach out. After spending so much time at the hospital, Biggy insisted on being discharged. I couldn’t blame him—it’s suffocating to be stuck in a hospital, even for visitors. I can only imagine how the patients feel, restricted to stepping out for fresh air but never to their homes. Father had no problem with Biggy being discharged. He believed that once he gets home and had enough rest, he’d recover better. I was outside, leaning on the door, when I heard it creak open. I straightened, watching as Biggy stepped out of the room, with Mother following behind him. She handed me the bags she was carrying, and I followed them out to the parking lot. “Are you heading to the office?” She asked, stopping at the car.
It has been more than an hour since I left the hospital. I had to leave because I didn’t want anyone to show up while I was still drenched in sperm. Ryan was kind enough to help me clean up before urging Jasper to drive me home.I don’t know how everything happened, but I have no regrets. It’s something I’ve always wanted to do with him while we were still married, but he never spared me a glance. I didn’t just enjoy what we did—I wanted more. I wanted him to devour me until I couldn’t move. Those four years of marriage ended in divorce, but nothing I feel for him has died.At least, that’s what I thought. But I was only lying to myself. Every time I see him, something new sparks within me, and I can’t help it. I’ve just been hiding it from everyone because there’s no escape.I was glad when I arrived home, I didn’t find anyone. I don’t know how I would have made it upstairs without arousing suspicion. It wasn’t a bad idea to go out in that outfit—it led to me being laid on the desk a
Emily Having him touching me after so many years was blissful. I have missed him but refused to admit it for so long, always waiting for him to make a move, and finally, he did. I let out a gasp as he plugged into me and I gave a little scream, feeling a bit of pain. He paused, watching my expression with so much care in his eyes, allowing me to adjust against his length before he started moving again. "Damn! So tight. Must have missed me." He whispered huskily against my ear, giving my earlobe another bite. I moaned, wrapping my hands around his neck and trying to move against him impatiently. I needed him deeper in me. He laughed, before giving me a spank on my butt. "Easy." He cajoled before he rammed into me again, not stopping this time, as he thrust himself in, and I let out pleasure-filled gasps, closed my eyes, and relaxed my body. My heart began racing, and my fingers were twitching as I tried to control myself from not begging for more. It felt so good, his touches, car
WARNING EXPLICIT CONTENT I felt anger blazing through me, my hand clenched into fists as I stood staring at her, my gaze on her nipples. "Eyes up here, mister." She demanded, obviously caught me staring at her. "Why are you dressed like this?" I asked, gesturing to her shorts and top, trying to keep the strain from my voice. "I don't think that is any of your business. Where is Alex?" Emily demanded, while raising her head high, meeting my gaze. I glared, my jaw tightening. So she did come to see Alex. Without thinking, I dashed towards her, pinning her against the desk. Her eyes widened, as she let out a gasp. "What are you doing? Let me go."She said, breathing heavily, as she struggled to get my hands off her. I ignore her, wrapping my hands around her waist, pulling her closer into me. Our faces are just a few inches away from one another. I watched as she gulped, looking elsewhere but me, one of her hand dangling, the other on my chest as if attempting to push me away but
Ryan "How do you feel after taking the medication?" I asked Jasper, who had just returned from the hospital. I had dropped him off after we left the restaurant so he could see a doctor. Still, something tells me that wasn't where he went. I even called Alex to check if Jasper had come around, but he said he hadn’t seen him since we left his place. After dropping Jasper off, I returned home to find the Internet buzzing with Adams' scandalous videos. My gut tells me Jasper has something to do with it, but he's keeping it from me. "Yes, I got some drugs, and I was injected." He replied, pulling items from his pocket. I stared at his hands, waiting to see what he was bringing out. To my surprise, it was a bunch of prescription drugs. Was he really sick? Where did he get treated? Alex said he never showed up, but now he’s back with medications. "Come sit down and have dinner; you can't take drugs on an empty stomach." I urged, gesturing toward the dining table. He sat down, dropping
We arrived home to find the director parked outside the house. The guards must have stopped him from going inside. As we drove into the compound, Father instructed the guards to let him in.We all stood there watching as he drove in. He parked his car and stepped out rushing, falling to the ground and clutching Father's pants.“Please, you have to help me! I’ll tell you everything I know, but you must save my company,” he pleaded, sweat dripping from his face. His disheveled appearance made me wonder if he was involved in drugs or something similar.“I thought he claimed he was innocent? Why is he here asking for help now?” Emily said, stepping forward. “What the hell do you think you’re doing here? Have you suddenly become loyal?” Her tone was sharp and full of anger.I didn’t know what had transpired between them, but he must have crossed a line. Despite all those scandals, he had acted as if he was untouchable.“Let’s hear what he has to say.” Father insisted."No, I told you what
Ethan Father is taking longer than expected to arrive. I had spoken to him a few minutes ago, he told me he was already on his way to the address I shared with him, but there’s still no sight of him. I should reach out to Emily—maybe he’s still at home, forgot something, and had to go back. I turned to the guys, extending my hand to get the phone. Once I collected it, I scrolled through and dialed her number. I’m supposed to fly out of the country soon; the pile of work I have is alarming, and I need to get it done. Laughter greeted me when she picked up, followed by her voice. “Hey, where have you been?” “Lisa didn’t tell you? We caught the twins’ friend. I’m at the crib with him, but he’s refused to say a word.” I heard her sigh. I know she's probably gritted her teeth even though I can't see her. “You should beat him until he bleeds; that way, he’ll cooperate. Share your location with me. I’ll be there.” She ended the call before I could respond. Staring at the phone, I heard