*** Rosie ***Hyacinth’s slap still stings my face. I will kill that little bitch after what she's done. But for now, I have to get tested first. If they are lying… I will make sure to get back to them. I tried all of the measures to threaten Raven and to go along with my schemes. But I am sure that I never had gonorrhea since I haven’t shoved myself into his cock. But… with all of the men I had slept with, Raven had it all. I am so sure that he will do everything to protect Hyacinth. Her reputation is what Raven was protecting. He’s desperate to even find that drive. I had it hidden and I will surely use it to ruin her. I rushed my sports car off their mansion as I squinted my eyes. That slut was fucking two men. “Such a slut!” I shouted and hit my steering wheel. I froze when a big bike stopped close to my car as I slowed down and stopped. The police parked his bike in front of mine as he approached my side and knocked on the windshield. I mumbled a curse as I wiped my tears.“I
*** Hyacinth ***I felt at ease. My heart is calm and relieved. It’s all because of Raven. Back then, I was always anxious. I was near to break down. But there’s Raven now. I shouldn’t worry much about everything. I watched my husband pick up a dress for me. I loved it when he told me to always be beautiful and confident. Practically, he’s worshipping me even when we make love. “How about a party tonight? Invite your best friend. I kinda miss her too.” I tilted my head and sighed. “Does shopping make me feel better after talking to my father like that?” I ignored his question.“Are you still afraid that he’s going to hit you?” His question is the right definition of what I feel. “I am proud of you.” Raven continuously praises me. My lips stretched as I approached him and took the dress that she chose for me. I tiptoed and kissed his lips. I went to the dressing room and removed my robe. I was about to put the dress on when my phone started ringing by the vanity mirror. I picked
**** Hyacinth **** I looked at the food in front of me. All of them looked delicious, and I couldn’t help but eat more. I was so hungry. I don't have enough money to buy snacks or lunch, so I sneak whatever’s left over in the fridge. I was twelve years old, and I was going through a lot of changes in my body. I was confused and curious, but there was my friend who always told me what was going on with me. There were times when I wanted to eat things, but I couldn't afford them. There were times when I stole chocolates from Rosie because I craved them. Craving and hunger were the most devastating for me. Then, one time, there was blood on my bed and our old maid quickly washed it off and gave me the things I needed. My stomach hurts so much at first while I am bleeding. I still get to school. I got red spots on my blue skirt uniform and my best friend saved me from humiliation and helped me out. Luckily our old maid packed underwear, shorts, and pads in my bag. I couldn’t thank he
**** Raven ***I sighed and I thought Hyacinth wouldn’t get lonely if Patricia was around her. But it’s up to Hyacinth to let Patricia in the mansion. She owns it anyway. But it’ll be fun if Patricia is around. Hyacinth wouldn’t get so bored.“But sure,” I just agreed with Patricia.“Bro, you can adopt me too,” David said.“Hmm, I think we have more rooms.” Hyacinth glanced at me with her most charming smile. “We already adopted Zian.”I looked at my best friend who nodded with a big grin.“Freeloader? Zian?” Janice asked as Zian glared at her. “I’m just kidding, Bro.” I watched as Janice took out a small binocular to use to peek somewhere. I reached for my fork to eat more when Hyacinth put steaks on my plate.“Janice, don’t ruin our party, alright?” Kelly asked while enjoying her lobster.I am sure that Janice is up to something. But whatever it is, it must be very important.“I’m not doing anything,” Janice said as I watched Zian look at her sideways. We all knew that Janice was up
*** Hyacinth ***After a few minutes of making love with Raven, we finally headed down after I took a long shower with him. I was in my robe as I watched David, Penny, Calisto, and Patricia in their suits. They also put on some oxygen tanks, and Calisto was teaching Patricia how to use a camera ready on each of them, with gears and light. “Go and fish some sharks, alright?” Janice grinned in her bikini and white see-through robe, holding a glass of martini. “We are fishing for whales!” Penny exclaimed as we all chuckled. They dive in. It must be fun. But I am quite nervous about it, as long as they are safe. “Do you want to go?” Raven asked. “Maybe tomorrow?” He asked. “Can we?” I asked excitedly. “But what about your schedule?” “I can work from here.” He reached my waist. “Oh, the two of you are sweet.” Kelly grinned as she soaked in the pool connected to the seawater. “I am almost envious.” Shortly, Janice sat with her with her small binoculars as she continued peeking at the
**** Darcy **** When I heard that Hyacinth and Raven went to the new yacht that he prepared, I quickly went to their mansion to make a few decorations for the upcoming Christmas. He purchased it for her supposed birthday, but she ran off before they could even have a birthday party on the yacht. “Sir Zian is currently staying here as well, Madam.” “Wow, that’s great.” I smiled. With Zian around, those two will surely have a fun day.” I went to the kitchen and prepared all of the ingredients. Hyacinth loves Korean side dishes and I’m making them for her. Although she could buy it in Korean stores, it’s better if I make it for her. “Why are you making kimchi?” Ines asked as she already soaked the cabbage in the water with salt. “Hyacinth loves it. It’s also good for her health. I also prepared more side dishes including ginger shots.” “Alright, ma’am.” “It’s good for her as well.” While I was preparing for it, Ines came shortly with the flowers. There are new sets of flowers. H
*** Raven *** The most disgusting thing I know was Rosie, naked, showing her full breasts and covering her nipples while I was asleep. I don’t know what else she did. I don’t want to think about it, but that made me sick. But how did she get into our room? I looked at Zian who was busy chatting with Penny. Did Zian let her in? I approached him and pulled him. “Zian, did you let her in our room that night?” My voice is low and deep. I tried hard to remain calm but that woman just made me sick. “What?” He looked puzzled.“Did that bitch sneak into our room that night? When we were in Dubai?” “Oh, she did.” He sighed. “I was out drinking and you were sound asleep after you drank your sleeping pills.” “You didn’t check her damn phone!” I growled and grabbed his collar. “I’m sorry,” He patted me as I calmed down. I shouldn’t get angry at him. It’s my fault. I know that Zian wouldn’t let Rosie in. She might have seduced a bellboy, but seducing a bellboy in Dubai seemed impossible or
*** Hyacinth *** I took him up to the bedroom. I never saw him this sick. Besides nosebleeds, this also worried me. I quickly took out a mug from a mini pantry area in our bedroom. I pressed the dispenser button for hot water and I mixed it with normal water temp so he wouldn’t get burned from it. I handed it to him as he sipped on the mug. “Food?” I asked as I quickly rummaged through the medicine cabinet. If there’s anything I could give to lessen his sickness. “No, baby.” I turned to him as he patted the bed. “Come, let’s start our honeymoon.” I furrowed at him and shook my head. I sighed at him. “You need to rest and I will stay up all night with my best friend. “Alright,” He reached my hand and pulled me closer to him. Then, he kissed my knuckles with his eyes at me. “Do you want Patricia to be with you always?” “Of course, but she has work.” “You mentioned that you and Patricia always wanted to work together. Why not hire her?” “Well,” I thought about it. “I’ll pay fo
***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