DUKE "Stop fighting, or I will be forced to make my final decision." Precious' voice thundered, and the hair on my neck stood up in panic. I looked at her face, and I regretted the moment I chose to argue with my brother. Well, I would do that again and again if he accused me falsely. The things he said about hurting Precious on purpose still ache my heart. "What final decision are you talking about?" Damon spoke, his face cringed with fear, and I knew I wasn't the only one who was scared. Tiger grabbed her hand from behind, but she pushed him away. He grabbed her tightly now, and after struggling in vain, she relented and let him hold her. "Tell us what you mean, please?" A small, cold laugh escaped from her lips, and my eyes widened as I looked at her. She had never behaved this way toward us, so it was news to me. "Don't worry about it since they have stopped fighting." Her face creamed up in a small smile, and she lifted a finger to her ear and scratched it. I was tempted to wa
DUKE "What are you two bickering about?" I swore I heard a tiny bit of jealousy, but it vanished even before I could process it. "Are you thinking of fighting for the second time? Try it and see!" She threatened, and I knew whatever she had in mind this time around would be dangerous, so I controlled my anger and walked out of the room. I needed fresh air, and staying back in that room was suffocating me. So I turned around and walked towards the door without sparing a glance at either of them. By the time I had walked to the door, Precious called me back, "Hey Duke, where are you going off to? Leaving in situations like this wouldn't make things better, but rather worse. So come back here, let's sort things out like a family." I ignored her, pulled the door open, and walked out of the room. I could swear I heard her curse, but I didn't care, at least not now. If leaving them alone would calm myself, then why not? Walking back to the room I shared with my brothers, I picked up my
PRECIOUS After Duke walked out of the door, I stared at it for a few minutes wishing he could come back and listen to me. I knew Nate got on my nerves, he was trying to please me and that was obvious. But the truth was, I thought that the whole thing was rather unnecessary. "He'll be fine, lol. He's not a kid anymore so chill darling, he will be fine." Nate's voice shooed me out of my musings, and I turned to face him. Even at this point he was still trying to impress me, wasn't he ashamed? He winked at me then he reached and grabbed my hand but I flicked his hand away. I was in no mood to entertain anyone until I saw Duke again, especially not him. "Don't touch me, Nate. Duke is out there and we have no knowledge of where he is so please spare me your speech so that I can plan my next step!" I stomped my feet angrily, fixing angry eyes on him. I wanted Duke here, wasn't he bothered a bit? This was so unexpected of him, I thought they were united but the boys’ display proved me w
DUKE Surfing through the internet for my company, I heard footsteps approaching me and I looked up thinking it was the bar attendant but rather a beautiful young girl the age of Precious stood smiling down at me. "Hi, handsome. Want to spend time with me?" She blinked and smiled, her beautiful set of teeth shining brightly under the dim light. Wait, was she flirting with me? The first thought that came to mind was to tell her to fuck off but on a second thought I decided to be nice. "No, I'd rather be left alone." I focused my attention back to my phone, ignoring her completely. But it seemed she didn't get the hint I gave her for she placed her warm hand on my shoulder. "Hey baby, I was only trying to be nice." I looked up from my phone and groaned inwardly. This human was asking for trouble and I didn't like it, that was why I never entertained the thoughts of having anything to do with them. Humans sucks with their low brain. "Disturbing a man who is alone by himself is being
AUTHOR [Get your marriage date fixed with Luke soon. And what's the complaint I received from him all about?] When Bianca received the message from her mom, she tipped her head into a deep frown as numerous ways on how to convince her mother not to go through with her marriage passed through her head. It was her marriage they were talking about, and she didn't know why they were hell bent on her getting married to Luke. He was a playboy and the whole city knew about it. The society would think that she didn't get enough proposals for her to settle for someone like him. And considering her stage in her career right now, it would be dangerous if she got engaged with a person like Luke. Her mom at least was easier to convince so she considered the thought of pleading with her. Bianca swiped out the message notification from her phone and she went to her call book and quickly dialed her mother's number. After the first ring didn't go through, Bianca sighed and tried her number aga
DUKE "So tell me handsome, how come you left your wife to be here this early in the morning?" I heard her say, and I turned my attention back to her. She had a lopsided grin plastered on her face, her eyes blinking as she bit her lower lip. I gave her a light chuckle then replied, "She's at home but I decided to come here. Any more questions?" A small oh escaped her lips, "So that means you two are having trouble in your marriage?" She nodded in understanding. I rolled my eyes at that. "No, we are not." I shifted my weight on the seat, then I leaned back on the seat and said, "Listen, I don't know who you are and you already are making me tell you more than necessary. Tell me why you are here so that you can be on your way." Listening to another girl say something about Precious was something I couldn't handle, I knew where this conversation would lead to if I let it happen. She smiled and nodded, "Sorry if you took offense handsome, I am Beatrice, the daughter of Bob O'Reilly
PRECIOUS "What about we do what Duke did to you earlier? All fingers in your wet p***y, what do you think?" My eyes immediately fluttered open, and I turned to see Nate giving me a wide smile. Heat flooded my thighs and the color of blossom red made its way up my face. "Please sweetheart, let's do it," Richmond pleaded softly. "We want you Precious, we really do." Damon said softly, desire beaming in his eyes. I turned my gaze to the others, except for Tiger who I was leaning against, and just like Damon, they all had desire in their eyes. Desire to have me. "And we promise you will not be bored," Tiger said, nuzzling his beard on my cheeks and my body prickled with desire. I felt something poke me from behind and without leaving his arms to check, I already knew what it was. Geez, so he got a boner just by talking about sex. I was so aroused that I found myself nodding my head in agreement. No one said a word as they walked towards me, Tiger whose hands were wrapped around my sh
DAMON I knew then that I couldn't control my need anymore, it was my turn to have a taste of her so I walked impatiently to where they stood. I stopped walking when her full breasts were on display to me and I said in a husky tone, "Let go of her Tiger, I want her all for myself now." He furrowed his eyebrows at me, but yet he didn't let go of her breasts. He continued to suck on her boobs, and my wolf screamed internally. We wanted to take our mate right here and now but I knew I could sustain myself with just sucking and fingering her like what we had done already. When Nate suggested that we have her like how Duke had, he meant we should eat and finger her in her absence like how he had taken her without any of us being present. I don't know what's wrong with them, why the two of them always had some kind of feud going on between them. This has been happening since childhood and believe me when I say that our father and my other brothers had done something about it, still, nothi
"Spill," he said, sitting up on the ground as he tried to regain his strength by filling up oxygen into his already depleted body."You will promise to return every penny you and your family owe Beatrice."Lionel stared at him in a flabbergasted manner for a while. He would never have thought that he would ask him something like this. He knew refusing was going to cost him a lot, and he was no fool to bet properties to that of his sister's life or probably his too.But there’s no way he was going to fulfill that part of his promise. Even Francis was aware of this fact as well, which was why he had a backup plan."Deal," he said, getting up from the ground and extending a hand for a handshake. But Francis looked at it as though it was infected by leprosy.Biting back his words, Lionel lowered his hand to his side."Take me to where you hid my girl." Lionel heard the possessiveness in his tone and he couldn't help but wonder what sort of relationship he had with his stepsister. The thou
Lionel's body stiffened at the coldness in the voice of the stranger with his sister's phone. His hold on the phone suddenly became strong, as though he was going to smash it into little chalk flakes.He swore under his breath to deal with whoever was toying with his family. That person was causing his mom and sister to be afraid of him, and he did not like that. He was the son of a very prominent man, and he wouldn't let someone bully him just like that."Where do I find you?" He grounded out the words in anger. Anger consumed him, but he knew he needed to stay calm if he wanted to see his precious little sister again.Francis, on the other side, chuckled slightly but remained quiet for a moment. He was considering playing a little game with the family, but at the same time, he was weighing whether or not they were worth his time.He had wasted his precious little time trying to save the princess in distress, but he had not found her yet."You are wasting my time!" Lionel fired angri
Francis dragged the unconscious body of Violet out of his room and led her towards his car. He unlocked his car and laid her on the back seat before cleaning his bloodied hands on the space on her dress that was without blood.He sat behind the wheel before driving towards her residence.Flashback,After her blunt refusal to tell him where she kept Beatrice, he sliced the knife on her neck, and her blood spilled out of her, staining both herself and him before dripping on the floor.A loud yelp left her mouth when the pain shot through her spine. Her eyes trained on the floor, they widened in disbelief as she stared at her own blood flowing into a puddle on the floor.She raised her elbow and hit him, and the knife in his hand fell down, but he didn't let her take it as his hold on her body tightened. Francis pushed a finger into the hole he created on her body, and she cried out in pain.Using his left hand, he grabbed her two hands and wrung them together as his teeth clanged togeth
Silent but hot tears flowed down her face as the echo resounded in her ears. She was not ready to meet her mother any time soon, and she couldn't think of ways to get out of the dungeon she was in.Her head started hurting, and she knew it was due to the numerous times she had hit her head on the floor. Placing her hands on her head, Beatrice massaged it.There was no hope left in her. The only hope she had was taken away from her when the message she sent to Mr. Francis was deleted.Tears of sorrow poured down her face continuously, her heartbeat increasing by the minute, fear clutching her heart, and her mind flying in so many places."What do I do now? How do I get out of here?" she asked no one in particular. The only thing that met her was silence and the eeriness she felt in the godforsaken place.No one had come to see her since she was left here. She had planned on begging them again when they came to check on her, and it's been hours already since she heard that sound.The on
“Who are you and what the hell do you want from me?” she said through gritted teeth, her tone cold, which made her appear dangerous for her age. Francis tipped his head backward, his eyes appraising her from head to toe. He found her demeanor amusing, and a chuckle escaped his mouth. His continued silence in response to her questions infuriated her, and she clenched her fists as her chest heaved up and down. “Why are you laughing? Do I look funny to you?” Violet snapped. She walked up to him, standing just a few feet away, her eyes boring into his, and she stomped her foot impatiently. “I demand answers!” Francis's chuckle intensified. “You really are a funny, dumb girl. I can see that.” His expression changed abruptly from a smile to a hardened glare, his jaw grinding. He reached out and grabbed her by the hair, causing her face to contort in pain, a hurt whimper escaping her lips. Violet winced as he continued to yank her hair as if pulling out a weed from the soil. “What the
It was then that she heard hushed voices that she instantly recognized as belonging to her stepmother and two sisters. Sweat poured down her body, sticking her to the light material she was wearing when something caught her ears. “So you are saying that you killed that witch mom?” A hushed, happy voice of a girl rang out, and Beatrice, who recognized it as Chloe's, shuddered again. Her heart was beating wildly, and she covered her mouth with her hand to stop herself from screaming, thereby alerting them that someone was around. Tears poured out of her eyes, but she blinked them away and walked closer to the door, her body shaking uncontrollably. Beatrice took out her mobile phone from her bag, immediately put it on record, and held it closer to the door. “Yes, I killed the bitch, and I'm happy that I took the initiative to do that,” Beatrice's stepmother said in a proud tone, making Beatrice feel like slapping her from where she stood. “I would have loved it more if you had killed
Beatrice parked her car in front of the mansion she had always seen as a home before her stepmother and her three children changed things for her. She took a deep breath and moved a finger to her forehead before massaging it with a frown on her face. This was the first time she was returning home after being kicked out, and it was all due to Duke, the guy she met some time ago at the Wild Night club when she had gone there to distract herself from her problems, and she was glad she did. Taking her cellphone out of the miniature bag she carried, she dialed the number of the man who was helping her regain her parents' properties. "Good morning, sir. I'm at the residence right now. I just wanted to let you know I will be inside the building in a few minutes." Her voice sounded crisp, yet she tried hard to collect herself. "Alright, but please record every conversation for me. It will be required in court," Mr. Francis, the man Duke introduced to her to help her get back all her rights
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PRECIOUS Duke covered my eyes with his hands, gently leading me to god knows where. Inhaling and exhaling divine air, I swallowed back my question, which I had asked for the hundredth times already. He was hell bent on not telling me or giving me as much of a hint of where he was taking me to. I could hear Richmond's chuckles behind us, but I said nothing and let Duke take me where he wanted. After all, I trusted him well enough to know this wasn't a small surprise. “Be careful of my old feet, honey.” I whispered, pulling my lower lip in between my mouth. “Not too old for my hands not to be able to massage them, prishy baby.” A tint of color made its way to my face, and I thanked the goddess that they were behind me, or else I would be teased until tomorrow. I still don't understand how I can still blush around them. It's been fifteen years already, yet I have not outgrown this attraction between us. Sparks still fly whenever we touch, and not a day passes without me thanking t