KRISTENAfter the seemingly endless whirlwind of events over the past few days, I am finally back at work. I hoped that burying myself in my tasks would help me stop overthinking his mother’s decision. Yet, before we left the house this morning, his mother seized the moment to talk to me. She suggested that I should quit my job and stay at home, so Marcus could focus on their company.Yes, he finally decided to compete with Ashton.What frustrates me the most is the favor his mother asked of me. Why should I stop working so he could focus? As if I would do something crazy, or do I look like the type of girl to cause a mess? My gut tells me there's something off about this request."Seems like you're mentally absent, Ms. Sterling?" A woman's voice broke my thoughts.It was Rihanna.It would have been a relief to let out a deep sigh before testing my patience with her again, but I refrained. She's getting closer, and if she noticed, she would surely cause a scene, accusing me of disresp
KRISTEN"How was talking with Mom? I hope she didn't act rude to you," Mira asked as soon as she saw me heading upstairs. She was waiting at the top of the stairs, looking really worried."Uhm, don't worry. She wasn't that rude. Not at all," I replied weakly.Mira stared at me, trying to gauge if I was telling the truth, but I just gave her a slight smile.After that, I went straight to Marcus's room. He wasn't here yet; he was probably spending another night at the nearest hotel due to issues at their company. Recently, before he even announced that he would be joining the company, unexpected events occurred. Many investors began questioning whether it was still safe to invest in them, as the funds were mysteriously decreasing, causing some real estate projects to be postponed. We were supposed to go back to his house—I mean, our house—but due to his hectic schedule, we couldn't. I was hoping we could as soon as possible, since I didn't want to live under the same roof as my ex and
KRISTENJust as I lost all my strength and my shirt was nearly ripped, someone suddenly barged in and landed a powerful punch on Ashton's face."You f*cking *ssh*l*! How dare you touch my wife!" he shouted, continuing to pummel Ashton's face.I heard Ashton laugh, a sinister sound that sent chills down my spine. "Why? Can't I touch someone I've already touched a few times before you?""You're going to die today, Ashton. You piece of sh*t!"I knew I had to stop them before he kill Ashton, and I didn't want him to end up in jail. But I felt paralyzed, unable to move an inch.Thankfully, Mira heard the commotion from the other room. She burst in, her face pale with disbelief, as she ran towards her brothers, who were on the verge of tearing each other apart. Marcus kept cursing at Ashton, who just laughed and taunted him with nonsense."Marcus, stop! You're going to kill him!" Mira cried, trying to wedge herself between them.That's when I started to lose consciousness, the edges of my v
MARCUSReturning to the hospital room where I left Kristen, after settling everything, I felt a pang of guilt. Normally, these tasks were handled by someone else in our family, but I wanted to be there for Kristen. I wasn’t there when she needed me most, so this was the least I could do."Hey," I said softly as I entered, the door closing with a gentle click. Kristen seemed lost in thought, staring blankly at the pastel-colored walls and didn’t notice me at first. I gently tapped her back. "Is there a problem?"She gave me a faint smile. "No. Can we go home now?"I nodded.We stopped by our family's mansion to gather our things and say goodbye to Mom. The mansion, with its grand chandeliers and opulent decor, felt cold and distant compared to the cozy home Kristen and I shared. I had to fabricate a story to explain why we were leaving, masking the truth behind a series of half-lies.As we headed to the car, I noticed Ashton standing with his fiancée, glaring at us from a distance. His
THIRD PERSONKristen, who was left alone at home, received a call from Mira, who informed her that Rihanna was frustrated after learning she wouldn't be able to work for a few weeks. Concerned and not wanting to cause any stress to anyone, Kristen decided to head to the gallery to talk to Rihanna personally about her plan to take a break.When she arrived at the gallery, Kristen immediately saw Mira, who was taking a quick coffee break in the sunny, bustling lobby. "Mira," she greeted her warmly, despite the anxiety bubbling beneath her calm exterior.Mira turned around as soon as she heard Kristen's voice. She smiled at first, but it quickly faded. "Good thing you're here. You know what? I feel like I'm going to explode any minute today. That woman can't shut her mouth for a second," she vented, her frustration evident in her furrowed brow and tense shoulders."Come on, calm your heart," Kristen said sweetly, gently tapping Mira’s back in a soothing gesture. "Maybe we should sit down
THIRD PERSONRihanna was determined with her plan. Ever since she discovered that Kristen had secretly married Marcus, whom she believed should have been hers, she had been seething with anger and jealousy. Even Marcus's mother, whom she used to confide in, no longer spoke to her about it.She wondered why she was always left out in the cold by these people. She was used to such situations, as her biological parents had done the same to her. If not for an elderly rich man who adopted her and became a father figure, she wouldn’t be where she was today."Papa," Rihanna began, her voice steady but cold. "I need your help."Her foster father leaned back in his plush armchair, studying her face under the warm glow of an antique desk lamp. "What is it this time, Dear? Who's causing you trouble?""It's that woman, Kristen Sterling," she said, clenching her fists. "She needs to pay for what she's done. She stole everything from me. Marcus should have been mine, not hers."Scenes like this were
THIRD PERSONThat evening, Kristen was the first to arrive home. She had earlier asked Mira to accompany her to buy groceries. Instead of dining out, she decided to cook a meal for her husband. Marcus wasn’t home yet, so she glanced at the wall clock while cooking the steak and thought to herself how fortunate it was that she had decided to prepare dinner.She began to call Marcus, but he didn't answer. So, she texted him, asking where he was. Despite not receiving a reply, she continued cooking. However, hours later, she received a text from one of Marcus’s friends, informing her that he wouldn't be able to come home that night.Kristen didn’t think much of it. For her, just knowing that he was safe was enough. She ate alone before going to bed.Almost 2 O'clock morning, just right before she fell asleep deeply, she woke to Marcus lying down beside her, his arm wrapped around her from behind."I thought you weren’t coming home tonight?" Kristen asked as she turned to face Marcus. Tha
They felt the anticipation for each other through their passionate and reciprocal kisses. After a while, Marcus began to remove Kristen's top, and since she wasn't wearing anything underneath, her ample breasts were immediately revealed. He started to fondle her breasts, using his fingers to gently pinch her n*ppl*s before sucking on them. He was sucking them with increasing pressure as he gazed into her eyes. Kristen was wailing and groaning in pleasure."A-ah..."He positioned himself between Kristen's legs while one hand remained on her mountains. As he continued to kiss and lick her delicate parts, he never released his hold on her wet folds. Kristen was deriving immense pleasure from his mere touches."Do you like it? Does it feel good?" He asked her."Yes, Marcus, keep going," she responded in between her moans.Marcus rose to kiss his wife again, and while doing so, his hand continued to play with Kristen's intimate area. After a while, he removed his boxers and slowly entered K