*****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
***Hyacinth***It felt like I had a miserable life in the mansion. I don’t have much work to do other than writing all day. Raven was always out. He tried hard not to come home late to join me for dinner. But he was so busy. He would call when he was bored while he was in the meeting, which was weird. He would call out of nowhere just saying nonsense while I heard in the background like he was in a meeting and Zian would mumble at him to pay attention. I went to Kelly’s clinic where I had an appointment for my skin and whatever Raven booked. I received a few treatments and I have another appointment with them. Then, later in the afternoon, I went to Charles’s firm to settle a few payments. Anthony and Maggie were there. I shook his hand as soon as we settled down with drinks. Anthony laid out all of the lists that I had paid, and somehow, everything was cleared. “Your husband settled all of the payments last month.” He said. “Uhh, what?” I am confused.“Yeah,” He nodded. “He said t
****Hyacinth***I was preparing for college and I was stressed. Raven was busy too. There are times that I haven’t seen him. But he would always notify me from the old phone he gave that he’d either be staying with his dad or whatever. I heard from him that he’ll make a ring for me. He also said that he’d make a necklace or earrings for me with his own hands. He also stayed a lot in his father’s building to check with the business and to observe. I noticed him coming late and tired. And my stepmother, Darcy would still cook meals for him and pamper him which I always admired. And then, every night while I was still reviewing for exams, he would come in and give me a kiss. It always made my cheeks warm. I would become bashful although we’ve been kissing. My heart was near to explode whenever he caught me off guard with a kiss. “On your eighteenth birthday, I should be your first and last dance.” I chuckled but I always wanted that. “I don’t think that there will ever be a party. Da
******Hyacinth*****It has been four days since I last spoke with Anthony. His words still make me think of the possibilities. But maybe… just maybe—I can let him do the investigation. But somehow, it scares me. The thought that the truth reveals that Raven was only playing on me. What if he named most of his assets under my name and everything was illegal? I was back to reality when Kelly spoke to me.I looked at my face, which had fewer scars from my acne breakout. It was clearer than before, and my uneven color had lightened. Kelly had given me the treatment set that I have to use every day and every night. She’s kind of strict. I also had an appointment with a nutritionist who emailed me the meal plan every day. I have my very own nutritionist now who is also a chef that Kelly referred me to. “Alright, you have to come back next week and we’ll have to go down there,” Kelly said as I only nodded. “Uhm, Hyacinth. I don’t know what happened between you and Raven but~~I’m sorry if I
****Raven****I went to pick up my wife at Kelly's clinic. She looked sullen… she looked like she had come from crying. It was supposed to be our dinner but then, my phone rang. An emergency again. Damn it. I kissed her lips as I took her to the condo unit that was a few blocks away from the company. Under it was a fancy restaurant. “We had a penthouse here. We will have dinner downstairs at eight-thirty.”I put the luggage over the coffee table and opened it. “I have Irene packed up a few clothes for you.” My phone rang again. It was four in the afternoon, and I wanted to be with my beloved. “Just go,” Hyacinth said. She looked tired as she rummaged through the luggage. “Bud, you are not fine. I can stay if you want.” She turned to him with creased brows. “I don’t want you to stay and get guilty for making you stay. Just go and finish whatever that is.” “Alright, we had a reservation at eight.” I approached her and although she was cranky I still pulled her waist to my body 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