*** 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
*** Hyacinth ***I hesitated to leave my sick husband but I tucked him in and left the lamp on by the door. I sighed as I thought deeply about what happened. There seemed to be a little argument between Raven and Zian. I wanted to know what was going on. I headed down to where they were gathered. Patricia was showing something to Janice using her phone and they had a serious discussion. I looked at Cal and David who turned their heads at me. “Hey, uh, what’s going on?” I asked as Patricia froze and was silent. They just met and they already had a little secret?“Hyacinth,” Janice sighed. “I only met your sister once and it was the night at the club when your sister was shoving her tits on your husband.” “Huh?” I was puzzled. “What are you talking about?” “Will you sit and listen to us?” Janice asked as I shrugged. “Yeah, sure.” Then, Zian handed me a beer. I took it and held the cold bottle. “When I told you that your husband went crazy after you left. Tracking you from the man
***Hyacinth***I was so nervous. For the past few days, Raven and I have been touching each other, mostly. He taught me how to kiss. I was curious at first about how it felt, and then Raven described it to me and, from time to time, taught me how to do it. For the past few months, I have been with Darcy and Raven, and it was my first time feeling what it’s like to be taken care of. Darcy took me to dental, dermatology, and a few spa appointments. After that, my scars and dry skin faded. I know that it costs more than I thought. Then, next to that, Darcy took me for a waxing session. I had my first full Brazilian wax and I shouldn't have washed it after that. Then, a day after that, I had another waxing session on my upper legs and lower legs. When we arrived home, I prepared my materials for my homework. Raven always visits me to help me with projects. I am already in my pajamas and I washed down there and wiped the rest of my body with a damp towel. I also put my skincare on. I f
*** Hyacinth ***I woke up from reality. Those sweet memories with Raven are real. It happened. Sometimes, I wish that it never ends. That it was always happy moments. Just the two of us in that cabin. And we won’t be leaving. But it’s just some thoughts. I know that those sweet moments will end.“I have to check on my husband,” I mumbled to my best friend. I feel dizzy and tipsy. And my glasses are not helping me at all. I hugged her.“Go girl. I’ll sleep for now.” She yawned. “I am so fucking tired I just want to sleep.”“File for vacation leave. We will spend some money on our vacation.” I kissed her head.As I was walking upstairs, I felt my chest somewhat uneasy. I felt anxious. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s just my gut. Whenever I feel like this, I know that something is going on.I went to our bedroom and I thought Raven was sleeping but he’s currently working while in bed. He was speaking in Finnish fluently while checking scrolling on his laptop.I approached him as he continu
*** Raven ***We slept early in the morning or after midnight. My wife and I made love until past midnight. Some of the window curtains are open. There’s a possibility that a pervert would peek through binoculars to watch us from a distance. That’s something that Rosie will do. But the letters… I am now curious. I don’t think Rosie would pay attention to that detail.“Sit down, Bud,” I told her to sit next to me. I placed my hand over her thigh like I usually do, and this time, she didn’t brush it off.“You are a big boy now, you can feed yourself, right?” She asked as I laughed.“Maybe, you can feed me.”I glanced at Patricia who had that disgusted look and she rolled her eyes.“Come on, Pat. Don’t be like that.”“You guys are more disgusting than before. Back before you were just all lovey-dovey but now, you are acting like in-heat.”Zian burst out in laughter. Here I thought that he was sleeping.“I am in heat,” I smirked as I looked at Hyacinth who shook her head.“Enough, just ea
***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