Martin arrived at his house, only to be met with a devastating sight that took his breath away. The once magnificent mansion now lay in ruins, reduced to scattered debris and ashes. Smoke billowed out from corners, indicating that a fire had ravaged the house. But Martin couldn't fathom how it had come to collapse. Had it exploded? Approaching a group of firefighters working diligently at the scene, Martin inquired about the cause of this unfortunate incident. One of the men paused in his work and turned towards Martin. "Well," he began, pausing to gather his thoughts, "it appears to be a gas explosion. However, we have reason to believe that someone intentionally set fire to the house as well. The boy's quarter and the two cars that were here also caught fire, leading us to suspect the use of petrol as an accelerant." A surge of anger coursed through Martin's veins, his fist involuntarily clenching. Betrayal was one thing, but to go to such extreme lengths as to blow up his house
"Let go of me...!" Adrienne screamed as he forcefully carried her back into the house. "Please, help me escape... huh? I'll pay you anything. Please, don't let that monster touch me again," Adrienne pleaded on the floor. "Are you calling my father a monster?" he shouted indignantly. "Your father?" Adrienne was taken aback. Tears streamed down her face as she realized there was no hope. She had no idea his son was also involved. "He is a monster. He has been terrorizing me every single day, abusing me since he kidnapped me. He's a bloody monster!" Adrienne shouted as she cried. He lunged at her and delivered a painful slap across her cheeks, intensifying her tears. She couldn't contain her frustration and began screaming and screaming. "What did you do to my father?" he asked menacingly. "I killed him," Adrienne said through her tears, laughing bitterly. He squatted beside her, his anger pulsing, and slapped her again. "You bitch!" "Asshole!" She retorted defiantly. "I'll
"Hello," Martin approached Evelyn's table with a smile. "Hi," she greeted with a faint smile. "I'm Jake," Martin introduced himself, extending his hand for a handshake. "Eve," she responded curtly, opting not to shake his hand. Martin retracted his outstretched hand. The waiter arrived with Evelyn's order, and she paid using cash she had received from Michael. "So, I assume you're one of those hot, single, wealthy women in their fifties, right? Well, I happen to be hot, rich, and single myself," he said playfully, winking at her. Evelyn let out a chuckle, finding his comment amusing. "What are you getting at?" She asked. "Let's hook up. Let's get together," Martin smiled at her. "I am actually married," she replied. "But definitely not happily married. You know, at some point in a marriage, the spark fades, and the couple starts seeing each other as mere housemates. The husband seeks solace in the arms of younger women, while the wife is fully aware of his affairs but rem
Daisy's relentless barking jolted 'young master' awake from his slumber, causing him to head outside to investigate. Kneeling down next to Daisy, he attempted to calm her, his voice hoarse. "What's wrong, Daisy? Do you want to come inside?" He gently stroked her fur. But before he could process the situation further, a commanding voice pierced through the night. It was Andrew, his face concealed behind a mask, and a menacing gun pointed directly at him. "Get up. Put your hands behind your head," he ordered. Fear surged through 'young master' but he tried to hide it as he reluctantly turned to face his assailant. In that split second, Andrew's foot connected brutally with his face, resulting in a crimson stream of blood trickling from his wounded lips. Enraged, he cried out from his position on the floor. "What the hell!" "I said, hands behind your head. Do it unless you want a bullet in you, and I'm not joking," Andrew emphasized, his threat palpable. Fixating his gaze on A
Slowly, he rolled the dress up her body, his palms gliding gently over her bare skin. Her gaze quivered, overwhelmed by the sensation of his caressing touch. Sitting up, she allowed him to unclasp the dress from her neck, grateful for its sleeveless and free design that made it effortless to remove. With a graceful toss, he discarded it onto the floor, leaving her completely bare before him. "Ready?" he asked, his voice filled with tenderness and she simply nodded in response. In one fluid motion, he swept her into his arms, effortlessly lifting her weight as if she were weightless. She instinctively wrapped her hands around his neck, finding comfort and security in his touch. Together, they entered the bathroom, where a warm bath awaited them in the inviting bathtub. With utmost care, he lowered her into the soothing waters, watching as she sank deeper, a blissful sigh escaping her lips. Kneeling by the tub, he watched her and his eyes were filled with adoration. A gentle smile
Two days had passed since Adrienne and Martin had last spoken to each other at the helipad ground. Although they weren't exactly avoiding each other, Martin seemed reluctant to engage in conversation. However, their daily routine still brought them face-to-face, with Martin faithfully attending to Adrienne's needs. Adrienne made an attempt to break the tension by speaking to Martin once, but he dismissed her, expressing that he didn't want to talk. This only deepened the rift between them, leaving nothing but palpable tension lingering in the air. Adrienne wanted to talk with Martin, but his constant avoidance left her with no choice but to find solace elsewhere. Adrienne spent the last few days exploring the spacious house, indulging in her daily exercises, and even immersing herself in television shows within the confines of her room. She enlisted the help of the housekeeper responsible for tidying her space, who set up the television for her. Whenever boredom struck, she
It had been days since Martin and Adrienne had exchanged a word. Martin had retreated to the solitude of his study, while Adrienne had secluded herself in her room, indulging in binge-watching her favorite TV shows.One evening, after completing her usual routine of showering and eating dinner, Adrienne felt an unexpected urge to venture outside. Looking around, she noticed the darkness setting in, and with no one in sight, she decided to make her way outdoors.Adrienne couldn't shake off a hint of trepidation as she stepped beyond the gate. The absence of the security personnel intrigued her, though she still moved as silently as possible. Gradually, she opened the smaller gate, avoiding its creaking hinges, and stepped into the night.It was her first time venturing beyond the mansion's confines, and as she walked down the road, she couldn't deny a sense of apprehension. Wearing a simple dress and comfortable flats, she repeated to herself, "I'm not running away; I'm just going for
Adrienne's breath hitched as Martin's words sent shivers down her spine. Her heart raced, her cheeks flushed with anticipation. She could feel the intensity of his gaze, the weight of his desire, and it took her breath away."I'm sure he did better," Adrienne playfully teased, a mischievous glint in her eyes. Martin smirked, accepting her challenge.He leaned closer and kissed her forehead, tenderly caressing her cheek with his thumb. "Just the forehead?" Adrienne said, her voice tinged with a hint of pretend dismay. Martin chuckled, his laugh like music to her ears.Martin leaned in once more, his lips lingering inches away from hers. The air between them crackled with electricity, as if the world held its breath, waiting for their souls to intertwine.Adrienne managed to find her voice, barely a whisper, as she replied to his touch, "Richard could never touch me like this."Martin's eyes sparkled with a mixture of triumph and adoration. Slowly, he closed the distance, their lips fi