CEYNOL'S nimble fingers swiftly undid his pants and shorts, revealing his taut, muscular thighs and the tantalizing bulge in his underwear. As he descended upon the woman’s parted legs, Jade’s hand reached out to tenderly grip his throbbing member. With a sultry whisper, she beckoned him closer, her lips parting to welcome the throbbing heat of his manhood. Jade sauntered into Ceynol’s abode with a confident air, her sensual gaze fixed upon the man. With a sly smile, she began to weave her seductive web, drawing him in with every subtle movement of her body. As they ventured forth into the world of forbidden pleasures, they knew that only they possessed the knowledge to fully comprehend the depths of their carnal desires. Jade lay seductively on the billiard table, her luscious legs parting eagerly for Ceynol’s touch. Her luscious folds were dripping with sweet nectar, aching to be tasted and explored. Ceynol’s hips swayed sensually as he pushed himself forward, plunging his
“Damn it! Why do I keep having these dreams?!”Jade bolted upright, panting, her heart pounding in her chest. Her fingers instinctively ran through her tousled hair as she tried to steady herself. The remnants of yet another vivid dream clung to her mind—intimate, heated, and frustratingly persistent.Every night, without fail, her dreams unfolded like a never-ending drama, each one seamlessly continuing from where the last left off. And every single time, they revolved around the same man. It was infuriating. Jade exhaled sharply, shaking her head as if it would dispel the lingering images. ‘It’s just a dream,’ she told herself. ‘Nothing more. He’s not even real.’ The idea of being involved with someone like him—an unattainable, married man—was laughable. She wasn’t foolish enough to entertain such fantasies, let alone allow them to affect her waking life. But the intensity of the dreams made it difficult to simply brush them off. She whispered to herself, a smirk tugging at th
Ceynol’s knees trembled as he sat waiting, his heart pounding in anticipation. A storm of emotions raged inside him—hope, anxiety, excitement, and an undeniable fear of what was about to unfold. The moment Jade’s message flashed on his phone, his breath hitched, and a jolt of adrenaline surged through his veins, nearly sending him flying out of his chair.But he forced himself to stay put. He needed to remain composed, to handle this meeting carefully. One reckless move, one misplaced word, and he might lose everything before he even had a chance to explain himself. To ensure complete privacy, Ceynol had reserved the entire restaurant for their conversation. This was a personal matter, and he didn’t want prying eyes or unnecessary distractions. He kept glancing at the entrance, gripping his glass as he took sip after sip of water to calm his nerves. The waiter had already approached him multiple times, asking if he was ready to order, only for Ceynol to wave him away impatiently
Jade left Ceynol without an answer. It had been a week since their conversation, yet her mind remained unsettled. She still couldn’t believe it—Ceynol was unmarried. After all these years, he was still single. The revelation had shaken her to the core, and she couldn’t help but wonder if Lilly’s interference had truly kept them apart.She had spent the past week in a whirlwind of emotions, searching for any proof that Ceynol had lied to her. She scoured social media, asked discreet questions, and even considered hiring someone to look into his past, but everything pointed to the same truth: Ceynol had never married."So what?" a voice in her head sneered. "Does that mean you’re going to run back into his arms just because he’s single? Have you forgotten everything? The pain? The humiliation? Are you just going to throw away your pride like that?"Jade clenched her fists. Her mind was right. Just because he wasn’t married didn’t mean everything was suddenly okay. And even if she did en
Ceynol felt an overwhelming surge of joy the moment he received Jade’s call. She had invited him to meet their son—a chance to forge the bond he had longed for but had never been given. It was a moment he had yearned for, an opportunity to make up for lost time. But his elation was short-lived. Their child, Crown, had asked him a question—one that had haunted him for days afterward. It was a simple inquiry, yet it carried the weight of all the years he had missed. The thought tormented him: What if he never truly got the chance to be a father to his own flesh and blood? Ceynol hadn't expected Crown to be so sharp, so quick-witted for their age. Despite being just a child, Crown spoke with an unfiltered honesty that left him speechless. There were no rehearsed words, no carefully chosen phrasing—just raw, unguarded truth. As they walked through the museum, he found himself trailing slightly behind them, his hands itching to reach out and hold Crown’s. Yet, he refrained. H
As soon as Jade stepped into the house, her father’s voice rang out like a sharp blade cutting through the silence. “Where have you and Crown been, Jadeey?”The weight of his voice made her pause. He was waiting for an answer, but she already knew the conversation wouldn’t end there. Her parents were seated in the living room, their faces unreadable yet laced with something heavy—concern, anger, disappointment. Maybe all three. She held her sleeping son in her arms, his soft breaths warm against her neck. The man who had driven them home had offered to walk them inside, but she refused. The last thing she needed was for the family guards to recognize Ceynol’s car. Instead, she had taken a different vehicle—the one Ceynol had parked near the coffee shop earlier. “I just took Crown out for a little trip, Dad,” she answered, keeping her eyes averted. “With whom?” Her mother’s cold voice followed. Jade swallowed. They knew. Of course, they did. They weren’t asking for informati
Ceynol was restless. He had been pacing back and forth in his office, frustration evident in every step. He had lost count of how many times he had tried to call Jade, but each attempt went unanswered. His brows furrowed in worry as he gripped his phone tighter. “I thought we were okay now... Was I the only one who believed that?” He murmured to himself, pressing the call button again. For three days, he had been trying to reach her. But every single time, she would reject his calls or, worse, turn off her phone completely. He wasn’t a fool—he knew what this meant. Jetter must have found out that he had spent time with Jade, and now she was caught in the middle of a storm. His jaw clenched. “Please, Jade… Just let me know what’s happening so I can help you.” But there was only silence. Ceynol let out a deep sigh and slumped into his swivel chair. He needed to see her. He needed to know that she and Crown were safe. His thoughts raced as he tried to figure out where she might be.
“Mama, I’m hungry,” Crown whispered softly, his little voice laced with drowsiness. Jade stirred awake at the sound, blinking her eyes open. A wave of relief washed over her as she realized where she was. She let out a quiet sigh before gently sitting up in bed, her arms instinctively wrapping around her son as she pulled him onto her lap. Crown, still groggy from sleep, snuggled against her, but his small stomach betrayed him with a low growl. “Do you want me to carry you downstairs?” she asked, her voice still husky from sleep. The child gave a sleepy nod, rubbing his eyes with his tiny fists. “I want bacon and milk, Mama,” he mumbled, his tone filled with longing. Jade smiled, though exhaustion still clung to her. No matter how much she wanted to stay in bed for a few more minutes, she was a mother first. And a mother’s duties never waited. Carefully, she got up, still cradling Crown in her arms. There was no time for stretching or laziness. Her child needed her. She took him
“F*ck! This is the third time this week, Crown. Why did you do it again?” Ceynol’s sharp voice echoed through the spacious living room. His son, Crown, sat leisurely on the couch, his arms crossed, a single brow arched as if silently asking, Are you done, or should I wait a little longer? The clock struck five in the afternoon, and his wife had yet to return home. The golden hues of the setting sun filtered through the wide glass windows, emitting warm streaks across the elegant furnishings. It was another Friday evening, and as much as Ceynol wished to enjoy the peaceful transition into the weekend, he had a pressing matter to attend to before his wife arrived: disciplining their eldest child. “It’s not my fault they don’t know what they’re teaching us,” Crown replied nonchalantly, his tone devoid of guilt. “I was merely pointing out the obvious and correcting them. I refuse to let my classmates learn inaccurate information.” Ceynol clenched his jaw, his patience wearing da
“I swear, Ceynol, if you ever touch me again, I will kill you!”Jade’s agonized scream rang throughout the delivery room, her grip on Ceynol’s hand as tight as a vice. Sweat dripped down her forehead, her hair clinging to her flushed skin as she struggled through another intense contraction.Ceynol winced slightly at the crushing pressure on his fingers but remained by her side, unwavering. He would have gladly taken her pain if he could. But all he could do was offer comfort, whispering gentle reassurances as she labored to bring their child into the world.“I know, love! I know! Just breathe, okay?” Ceynol nervously encouraged her.Jade shot him a murderous glare between deep, ragged breaths. “Don’t tell me to breathe, you—!” Another sharp wave of pain interrupted her sentence, forcing a strangled groan from her lips.The doctors and nurses moved quickly, their voices calm yet firm as they guided her through every push. The sterile scent of the delivery room filled the air, mingling
“Let me go!” Jade’s desperate scream echoed through the entire mansion, sending a wave of panic through every person inside.The guards stationed outside the master bedroom burst in immediately, their weapons drawn. What they saw made their blood run cold.Jade was struggling against Fame’s iron grip, his fingers still tight around her throat. Her face was turning pale, her hands clawing weakly at his wrist as she gasped for air.“Let go of Miss Jade! one of the guards roared, stepping forward.Fame turned his head slowly, his lips twisting into a sickening grin. Instead of obeying, he suddenly released Jade—but before anyone could react, he yanked a knife from his pocket and pressed the blade against her throat.Everyone in the room froze.Jade gasped as the cold steel touched her skin. She tried to move, but Fame's grip around her waist was too strong.“One step closer, and I swear I’ll slice her open,” Fame hissed, his eyes wild.The guards hesitated, their fingers trembling over t
The quiet hum of the air conditioning filled the bedroom, blending with the sound of Jade's breathing. Ceynol sat on the edge of the bed, watching his wife shift uncomfortably beneath the silk sheets. The room was bathed in a soft glow from the bedside lamp, emitting shadows along the walls. Jade had been restless for days. Her condition had worsened, leaving her exhausted and weak. She was barely a month into her pregnancy, but the toll it was taking on her body was evident. The doctor had warned them to be cautious—her pregnancy was fragile. Ceynol had never felt this level of fear before. He had faced ruthless rivals, outsmarted the most cunning businessmen, and even stood his ground against murderers like Fame. But nothing terrified him more than the possibility of losing Jade and their unborn child. Jade stirred, letting out a soft groan. Ceynol immediately reached out, brushing strands of hair from her face. “Are you okay?” He asked. She blinked up at him sleepily befo
Jade had always been strong. Stubborn, even. The kind of woman who never backed down, never showed weakness, never allowed herself to be anything less than in control.But lately… something was wrong.She felt it in the way her body betrayed her. The dizziness. The nausea. The constant exhaustion that clung to her like an invisible weight.At first, she ignored it.A headache? She brushed it off.Dizzy spells? Probably just stress.Vomiting? Maybe something she ate.But it was getting worse. And this morning, as she stood in their luxurious bathroom, gripping the cool marble sink with trembling fingers, she knew she couldn’t ignore it anymore.The world spun violently around her. A sickening wave of nausea crawled up her throat, forcing her to drop to her knees.She barely made it to the toilet before emptying her stomach.The retching sounds echoed in the quiet house. The sharp acidity burned her throat. Sweat beaded on her forehead. And when she finally lifted her head, gasping for
The city was alive with tension. Every television station, every news outlet, and every radio broadcasts the same urgent message.“Fame Xaviero, the escaped convict responsible for multiple crimes including arson, murder, trespassing, attempted murder, and serious physical injuries, remains at large. Authorities have increased the bounty for any information leading to his capture, now set at one hundred fifty million pesos. Citizens are urged to report any suspicious activity immediately.”Posters bearing Fame’s face were plastered across the streets of Manila, from dingy alleyways to the upscale districts. His sharp, unhinged gaze stared back at passersby, a stark reminder that a monster was still lurking somewhere in the dark.People whispered his name in hushed voices, their paranoia growing by the day. Some saw shadows where there were none, convinced he was watching them. Others carried weapons now—knives, guns, whatever they could find—just in case the infamous fugitive was clos
The private jet hummed softly as it soared through the sky, cutting through thick clouds that stretched endlessly beyond the windows. Jade sat back in her seat, watching Manila’s city lights in the distance. It had been an intense and fearful flight because of what happened on the island, but she felt a sense of relief washing over her at the thought of finally being home.Beside her, Ceynol was busy typing on his laptop, his jaw tense and his brows furrowed in focus.Jade let out a sigh, resting her head against the plush leather seat. “You’ve been at that for hours. You’re supposed to be relaxing, not plotting someone's downfall.”Ceynol didn’t look up. “Relaxing can wait. This is more important.”She eyed the screen and immediately recognized the files and reports. It wasn’t just anyone he was going after—it was the warden and the entire corrupt prison staff who had allowed Fame to escape.Jade sat up straighter. “You really won’t stop until every last one of them pays, huh?”Ceyno
The storm raged outside, its violent winds lashing at the villa, making the wooden beams groan in protest. The candlelight flickered, casting long, shifting shadows on the walls. The scent of wax and salt lingered in the air, mixing with the distant tang of rain that seeped through the cracks of the window.Jade curled up against Ceynol on the couch, her fingers gripping his shirt. The storm made it impossible to relax—every sudden gust of wind, every flicker of lightning sent her heart hammering in her chest.Something felt off. It wasn't just the storm. Not just the darkness.Something else. A presence.She couldn’t explain it, but an instinctual chill ran down her spine, making her skin prickle.Ceynol must have sensed her unease because he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “You’re tense.”She exhaled sharply. “It’s just… something doesn’t feel right.” She keeps looking around and searching, but she finds none.Ceynol frowned slightly but didn’t dismiss her concerns. Instead,
The golden morning light streamed through the open windows of the villa, emitting a warm glow over the silk sheets that tangled around Jade’s legs. The scent of saltwater and tropical flowers drifted in from outside, mixing with the faint aroma of last night's candlelit dinner.Jade stretched lazily, her muscles pleasantly sore, a satisfied hum escaping her lips. Ceynol’s arm was still draped over her waist, his body radiating heat against her back. She turned slightly, her gaze tracing over his sleeping face—the strong jawline, the faint stubble, the peaceful rise and fall of his chest.For a moment, she just watched him. It was rare to see him like this, completely relaxed. There were no smirks or teasing remarks. Just… at peace.She smiled and carefully slipped out of bed, trying not to wake him. But as soon as her feet touched the cool wooden floor—“Where do you think you’re going?”A smirk played on Ceynol’s lips, his voice still thick with sleep. Before she could answer, he rea