****HYACINTH****It’s been ten months. After I resigned from the company, I became a full-time writer. I got used to living in a two-story cabin. I have been taking care of the mini vegetable garden. I also rarely go out unless I am out of food. I somehow received a lot of money from the first book that I published. I was happy living life alone, away from social media and people who gave me pain. I managed to communicate with my best friend through my number. After months of not contacting her, she scolded me. She was so worried and told me everything that happened after five months of disappearing. Raven, which she mentioned as my ‘husband’. He’s been around her many times, and he has had men follow her just to track her. But I bet if she ever had a stalker, they would be bored of her. She's a laid-back person just like me. She would rather sleep than go out with people she doesn't know much. They probably got tired. I managed to break contact with them for ten months. Surely, my
***Hyacinth***When I woke up to buy groceries, it was gloomy. The news was all about a typhoon coming, and it was a good thing that I bought groceries. Yet I didn’t have enough budget to cover everything. And Raven came out of nowhere. I started with the typhoon guard on each window as I peeked at Raven, who was still in his car. His window rolled down as the strong wind entered his car.After the renovation of the cabin, my grandmother had typhoon guards ready on each window and door. The cabin had concrete walls and wooden porches. It was the most beautiful place that I ever had. I felt bad for making Raven stay there for four hours and it was already dark. The rain poured together with strong wind. He finally moved his car closer and went to the terrace with his bag. He stayed by the bench. I rolled my eyes. I should have told him to just leave. I ignored him and started to cook with some soup. I shouldn’t care about him again but I couldn’t leave my ex-husband there. In the pou
****** Raven ******I made sure that the locks were in good condition including the typhoon guard. I had so many thoughts on how to create a typhoon guard with just a remote control. I checked the logs on the chimney and I know that those logs aren't enough. So, I headed out, fishing my car keys and hers. I set the cars in the garage-like barn. Once I settled it, I took out more woods where she stocked most in the same area. Some woods were outside and already wet. I searched for a plastic bag… something that would cover it. There, I found a sack and put more logs into it as I headed back to the terrace. I opened the door when I noticed a light behind me. I turned to see a car pulled into the driveway. “Hyacinth?” A man came out in a waterproof coat and boots. He approached me and looked at him. We had the same height or rather, I am a few centimeters taller. He seemed to be puzzled seeing me. “Oh, hi good evening. Is Hyacinth there?” His accent isn't that bad. It’s almost like an Am
****** RAVEN ******To ease Zian’s anxiety or worries, my best man… I contacted him as soon as I checked that there was still a reception in the area. I told him that I found my beloved wife. She’s already a citizen of the country since her mother registered her and brought her here when she was a baby. They had her baptized and somehow, paper works were done. I don’t know what else happened, but it seems that Hyacinth’s grandmother was quite popular around here. According to the records that I had gathered, Hyacinth has been here many times through her mother, which she didn’t remember. Now, once I am fully dressed, my wife is trying to kick me out again from her bedroom and she has gathered blankets and pillows for me. But I would never be separated from her. So, I made sure that we made love in her bed. A queen size bed, making her come many times in my mouth, with my fingers… and with my cock. She's too tired to push me out of the bed anyway. I headed downstairs to put more wood
*****Hyacinth****Shortly, the electricity came back and the surroundings were clear and bright. I headed quickly upstairs to my study room and checked the cameras. It came into view and one of the pine trees fell in front of the driveway. I stopped upon seeing a man by the driveway in front of the thick pine tree that fell. A familiar raincoat. Eino. I peeked at the window and saw a flashlight flickering. “Eino,” I mumbled as I quickly headed downstairs. Suddenly the whole room got cold and Raven came out of the basement.” “Basement was flooded.” He said. “It seems that we need to rebuild this cabin again.” “Uhm,” I sighed. “What if I did not follow you here? What would you do?” He asked. I only shrugged at him. “Oh, baby.” He approached me. “It seems that we need to cuddle close tonight.” “I think Eino is outside,” I said and a knock on the door interrupted us. Raven went to the door and pushed it forward. The wind is strong pushing back the door close. He let Eino enter as my
***** Raven *****Being between her legs and hearing her moan was the best thing. If I only had a lot of time after our wedding, we wouldn’t be leaving our bed. But this is it now. A second chance. I’m going to win her back. She was still in her robe. It was open and the ribbon was tangled. Her legs were spread open and seeing it shake as she shuddered when she came made me a damn King. Her clitoris was the most sensitive part but I wonder if there’s more. I grabbed more towels and placed them under her. Hyacinth couldn’t say no to me. Seeing her a little helpless every time I did this made me so happy. She’s not in control of her body now. The passion, urges, and orgasms that she deserves were what made her like this. I pulled her hips closer and started thrusting hard and deep while she tried hard not to scream aloud every time she was near. I am not done by only taking her to bed… but everywhere in this room and even by the window seat. I will let her know what she missed for the
**** Raven****It was breakfast and lunch. For a short Brunch. We gathered in the dining hall with Mrs. Aada Hekkinen, Eino’s grandmother. From what I heard from Hyacinth, his parents were out of the country attending their family business and so were his siblings. I am uncomfortable with someone else’s house, but it was safer for Hyacinth. But anyway, even though I am uncomfortable, I am comfortable enough to make love to her in the guest room that we are occupying. The woman spoke in fluent English toward Hyacinth. She seemed to like my Hyacinth. But what can I say? She’s likable. I glanced at her ring finger where I put the rings back. It was a little loose since she lost weight. But it wasn’t the only thing that I noticed in this lunch. Eino’s eyes were always on Hyacinth every time she spoke. Those kinds of eyes… I know what it meant. I looked at her the same way. Love… obsession, possession… passion. Maybe he can look at her that way… but she’s my wife. I won’t just let any man
**** Hyacinth ****I watched from a distance as many men set up a container house. At first, it was stacked and like a doll house that was easy to assemble. Shortly, it was complete with a kitchen, living room, and bedroom—it’s a whole house. Raven toured me around, and they helped out with moving a few of my furniture. There are two that were set up. One for me and Raven and one for the workers. It was set up within a day and I will surely make dinner for us in that pretty small kitchen they installed. Even at nine in the evening they still work even though Raven told them to stop. He’s paying for all of them, together with their overtime. In the morning, the chainsaw echoed and woke me up. I put on the jacket that I stored in Raven’s wardrobe as I peek at the window to see that the pine tree that fell was being chopped and would be used for the house. They are also removing a few and there are more trees as a replacement. I looked at Raven who was naked and helping around. David a
***Kelly***I remember it all too vividly. Cal was driving carefully, his hands steady on the wheel, his eyes focused on the road. But that car—it came out of nowhere, swerving deliberately toward us. Cal’s reflexes were quick. He threw his right arm across me, shielding me as best as he could. But it wasn’t enough. The impact was brutal. Our car slammed into the post on my side, the sound of crunching metal and shattering glass echoing in my ears. I felt the searing pain in my right arm and leg, but it was nothing compared to the horror of seeing Cal’s head hit the windshield with a sickening crack. The glass splintered, and he went limp. “Kelly, I’m so sorry, darling.” My mother’s voice trembled as she reached for my hand, her fingers squeezing mine gently. Her eyes were red-rimmed, her face pale with worry. “Don’t lose hope. Cal’s strong. He’ll pull through. He’ll be out of the ICU soon, I promise.”“I need to see him,” I begged, my voice breaking. “Even if it’s just from the out
***Hyacinth***I sat in my swivel chair, my mind racing as I tried to figure out what to do next. My imagination spiraled with ideas on how to catch that *bastard*. Restlessness gnawed at me, and sleep felt impossible. I glanced at my husband, Raven, who was hunched over his computer, laser-focused as he made yet another call. It was well past midnight, and here we were, still tirelessly checking on our friends back in the Philippines.“Raven,” I called out softly. He paused, his fingers hovering over the keyboard, and turned to look at me. Our eyes locked, and for a long moment, we just stared at each other. I opened my mouth to speak, but the words caught in my throat. “Never mind,” I muttered, looking away as I turned back to my laptop. I could feel his gaze lingering on me, heavy with unspoken concern.In that moment, I couldn’t help but wish I had run away with Raven years ago. I wished there were no stalkers, no threats, no shadows lurking in our lives. Why did this person want
***Zian***When we arrived at the hospital, Cal was standing outside the operating room, his arms stained with blood that still dripped onto the floor. Kelly’s parents hadn’t arrived yet, but my concern was entirely on him. His white shirt was soaked in crimson, and his face was pale, his eyes wide and unfocused. He looked shattered, broken in a way I’d never seen before.“Cal,” I called softly as I approached him, my voice trembling with worry. “You’re hurt. We need to get you checked up.”He pushed me away weakly, his hands shaking. His eyes were dilated, his breathing uneven. My heart ached seeing him like this—so lost, so consumed by guilt and fear. “Bro!” I shouted, trying to snap him out of it. “You’re bleeding! You need help!”“She’s in there…” he muttered, his voice barely audible as he pointed toward the operating room. His hand trembled, and he exhaled slowly, as if the weight of the world was crushing him.Before I could say more, I heard the sound of rushing footsteps. Ke
***Raven***I forced myself to stay seated during the meeting, even though every fiber of my being screamed to leave. Hyacinth had assured me she was fine, but the unease gnawed at me. My partners and our business dealings were important—crucial, even—but nothing mattered more than my wife. “I’m sorry, but I need to leave immediately. There’s an emergency,” I said, rising from my chair. My voice was steady, but my heart raced.Colton Pines, the first of the three partners I’d met who shared my passion for rare gems, leaned back in his chair, his tone casual. “What’s going on?”“My wife needs me,” I replied, my words clipped.“Wife?” Dane’s head snapped up, his expression a mix of surprise and mock offense. “You got married without inviting us?” His voice rose, and I raised a hand to silence him, my jaw tightening.Minerva, ever the dramatic, rolled her eyes and pushed her fiery red hair back. “Oh, bummer. Guess we’re not important enough for wedding invitations.”“I’ll introduce you
***Darcy***I couldn’t help but laugh when Raven and Hyacinth told me how Regina had outsmarted Samuel. It all came rushing back to me now—the reason Samuel married me. It wasn’t love. It was my alimony from my first husband. Samuel was handsome, sure, but not nearly as striking as Raven’s father. He had married Regina for her business acumen, hoping she’d save his failing company. And she did. But what he didn’t know was that Regina had already secured her wealth, transferring most of her assets to her mother and Hyacinth. Hyacinth, my dear girl, is now richer than any of us, thanks to her mother’s foresight. I couldn’t be prouder of Regina for that.But there’s one thing weighing heavily on my heart—proof that Regina’s death wasn’t an accident. Hyacinth needs closure, and I’m determined to help her find it.“Take care, my dear,” I said, waving at the screen as Hyacinth blew me a flying kiss.“Love you, Mom,” Hyacinth replied, her voice soft and sweet. I nodded, a lump forming in my
***Raven***I was pleasantly surprised when my wife greeted me at the door, wearing an adorable apron and a warm smile. She helped me remove my coat and necktie, her hands gentle and efficient. She even made sure I slipped into my home shoes, leaving my dirty ones by the rack until they were clean enough to be stored in our shoe closet. She handed me a damp, hot towel to clean my hands, her touch lingering for a moment longer than necessary. Then, with a playful grin, she led me to the round table near the balcony, where the city lights sparkled like a sea of stars. The soft hum of romantic music filled the air, and the flickering candles added a touch of magic to the scene. Patricia, Seth, and Irene were eating in the dining room, but my wife had prepared something special for just the two of us. She looked stunning in an olive green dress, her hair twisted into a low, messy bun. My mind wandered to all the things I wanted to do with her tonight, but for now, I focused on the momen
**Raven**I’ve always been a man who values loyalty and integrity, which is why the situation with Seth and Patricia has been gnawing at me. I know for a fact that Seth was married, but there’s an undeniable attraction brewing between him and Patricia. As much as I want to stay out of their personal lives, Patricia is like a baby sister to me—spoiled, sharp-tongued, and always two steps ahead of everyone. She’s Hyacinth’s best friend, and I don’t want Hyacinth to worry about her either. So, I’ve decided to keep a close eye on things, even if it means stepping into territory I’d rather avoid.I leaned back in my ergonomic chair, the soft hum of the office filling the silence as I scrolled through the list Hyacinth had sent me. It was all photos—handbags, shoes, and a few pieces of jewelry. My wife has always had an eye for elegance, and I couldn’t help but smile at her impeccable taste. I called for my assistant, who appeared promptly, her heels clicking softly against the polished flo
**Raven**Understanding the immense influence Hyacinth’s mother held in the business world only fueled my determination to provide for Hyacinth in every way possible. Her mother’s wealth was hers, not mine, and I respected that boundary. But every penny I earned, every success I achieved, was for Hyacinth. She was my purpose, my driving force. I built my empire not for glory or power, but to ensure she lived a life free from worry, surrounded by the luxury she deserved. Yet, no amount of wealth could erase the pain etched on her face when she spoke of her mother. The emotional scars from her family ran deep, and it pained me to see her cry. Her mother, a brilliant mind who had saved countless companies, had left behind a legacy—and a final message to secure her daughter’s future. It wasn’t just the Charles Law Firm searching for Hyacinth; Sinclair was also in the mix. The weight of it all was overwhelming, but I would shoulder it for her.We left the mansion late that night, after Hy
*** The Stalker ***I made sure my face was concealed, either with a prosthetic or by obscuring my features enough to mislead anyone who might try to identify me. I wore cheap, nondescript clothing that covered me from head to toe, and beneath my winter hat, I tucked away a set of fake dreadlocks. Disguise is an art, and I am its meticulous artist. The headlines had confirmed what I already knew: Hyacinth is perfection incarnate. A flawless wife, a goddess among mortals. Today, she sat in that café near Central Park, the one she frequents. She was draped in a white trench coat, leather boots hugging her slender legs, and a mini dress that teased just enough to drive me mad. Beneath it all, thick socks climbed up her thighs, and the mere thought of peeling them away, of touching her skin, sent shivers of desire through me. But then, my mind wandered to her sister, Raven, who had the audacity to tarnish Hyacinth’s purity. Raven, who claimed Hyacinth lost her virginity at fifteen—or wa