“If he doesn’t stop bothering me, I swear, he’s going to get a headlock every single day,” Jade huffed, her patience running dangerously thin.Ceynol, who had been waiting for her to finish work, let out a small chuckle as he stood by her side. He had refused to leave her alone, despite the awkward glances from her office staff whenever they walked in and saw him there. He didn’t care. He had already spent enough time away from her and Crown—he wasn’t going to let distance come between them again.“I forgot you were a black belter,” Ceynol mused as he helped Jade step out of the car. His touch was gentle, lingering just a little longer than necessary. “You know, we should enroll Crown in self-defense lessons too.”Jade smirked, shaking her head as she stepped down. “I completely agree,” she said. “But not just judo. He should learn karate, Muay Thai, kung fu, and taekwondo too. I want him to be unbeatable, especially when it comes to dealing with people like Lily.”Ceynol laughed at
Ceynol stood outside the office door, his heart pounding so loudly it echoed in his ears. His hands felt clammy as he hesitated, inhaling sharply to steady his nerves. It was absurd—this was his own office, yet he found himself knocking first, as if seeking permission to enter.Behind him, Jade walked in silence, cradling their son, Crown, against her chest. The child stirred slightly but remained fast asleep, his tiny fingers curled into the fabric of Jade’s blouse. Ceynol cast a quick glance at them, his heart tightening. He knew what was waiting for him inside, and he feared that nothing would ever be the same after today.Swallowing the lump in his throat, he turned the doorknob and stepped in.The air inside felt suffocating.Jetter and Jasmine were already seated comfortably, waiting for them. The scent of freshly brewed tea lingered in the room, and a maid had graciously set out refreshments. However, none of it did anything to lessen the tension in the air.Ceynol's eyes imme
“Is this for real, Mommy?” Jade asked, her voice filled with disbelief as she tried to process what her mother had just told her.Her mother, seated gracefully in the library’s cozy armchair, gave her a knowing smirk. “Yes, Jadeey. Your father is talking with Ceynol, not because he wants you to stay away from that idiot,” she said, amusement dancing in her eyes.Jade furrowed her brows. “Then… why?”Her mother chuckled softly. “Because we’ve been playing along with this whole act long enough. That Lily Worrisome has been causing trouble, making it seem like your father and I disapprove of you and Ceynol. We’ve been following the news, and we decided it was time to let you in on the truth. Your father never had any intention of stopping you from being with Ceynol.”Jade sat frozen in her chair, stunned into silence. Her mind raced as she processed the revelation.They had been acting all along?She turned her head slightly and saw Crown sitting nearby, quietly flipping through a pictur
Ceynol wasn’t worried about the money he would lose in the fire. His real concern lay in the dangerous chemicals inside the burning laboratory—some of them highly flammable. If the flames reached those substances, the fire would explode into an unstoppable inferno.He wiped his sweat-streaked forehead, his pulse hammering in his ears. It wasn’t just the building at risk—if the fire spread beyond the compound, it could reach the nearby residential area. The thought made his stomach churn.“That evil b*tch!” Ceynol roared, his voice cracking with frustration. His hands clenched into fists, nails digging into his palms. “She doesn’t even realize the extent of her foolishness!”Flames clawed hungrily at the sky, thick black smoke billowing upward. The firefighters they had called were doing their best, but it wasn’t enough. How could it be? This wasn’t just an ordinary fire—it was fueled by volatile chemicals, making it nearly impossible to control.“F*ck!” Ceynol lashed out, kicking the
Jade dragged Lily by her hair, yanking her mercilessly across the ground. The woman struggled, clawing at Jade’s hands, desperately trying to break free, but Jade was relentless. No matter how much Lily thrashed or screamed, she had no chance against her.Jade barely felt the weight of the woman as she hauled her toward where Ceynol and the police were gathered. Compared to the rigorous training she had endured to earn her black belt, carrying Lily was effortless.With one final pull, she flung Lily to the ground near Ceynol and the officers, her body hitting the dirt with a painful thud. Lily groaned in agony, her face contorted in pain, but Jade didn’t care. She wiped the sweat off her forehead, her chest rising and falling heavily from the exertion.“I found her hiding in the weeds over there,” Jade stated firmly, pointing toward the dense overgrowth.The officers turned to her in surprise, their eyes shifting from Jade to Lily’s crumpled form. Ceynol, too, looked at her with wide
Ceynol let out a deep sigh, running a hand through his hair as he sat on the stone bench near the artificial waterfall. The soothing sound of cascading water usually helped clear his thoughts, but today, even that wasn’t enough to ease his frustration.“What are you doing?“ a small but sharp voice broke through his thoughts. “You look pitiful,” Crown remarked with a raised brow, his little arms crossed over his chest.Ceynol glanced up at his son, amused by the child’s unimpressed expression. Crown had just returned from his daily lessons, and despite being only three years old, he spoke with a confidence far beyond his age.A month had passed since he had ensured Lily and Fame received their deserved punishment. The trial had been swift, and the verdict—life imprisonment—was satisfying not only to him but to all those who had suffered at their hands. Justice had been served, and the victims could finally find peace.Now, life is simple, peaceful even. He and Jade had settled into the
THEY ARE dancing without music in their room, and Jade said, “I can’t believe our kid did that.”Their hearts raced with excitement, even as a hint of fear lingered in the air. Their son’s daring plan had set their passions ablaze, and they couldn’t resist the temptation to explore this new realm of pleasure together. Despite the uncertainty, they were both filled with a sense of euphoria that only heightened their desire for each other. As their eyes met, they both felt a spark of electricity run through their bodies. They knew, without a doubt, that their lives were about to take a turn towards pure bliss and ecstasy. Ceynol chuckled sensually as he reminisced, “Oh, he left us with a memory that will forever be etched in our minds.”“Yes, we’re engaging now. Thank you, Ceyn,” Jade whispered sensually into Ceynol’s ear, her lips tantalizingly close to his skin. At the mere touch of his woman's gentle caress, Ceynol let out a deep, longing sigh, his body consumed with desire. He tr
As Ceynol's lips performed their magic, her fingers danced over her swollen pearl, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She was on the brink of ecstasy when he abruptly ceased his ministrations and gently removed her hand.Ceynol’s sultry voice filled the room as she whispered, “Take me to the heights of ecstasy, my love.” Jade gazed up at him with a sultry stare, her eyes filled with a smoldering desire that threatened to consume them both. He lowered himself, his manhood tantalizingly close to her lips. With a firm grip, he guided her head towards him, urging her to take him in. Her lips parted eagerly, enjoying the taste of him as she caressed the tip of his throbbing manhood with her tongue. With a deep hunger in her eyes, she took him deep into her mouth, her head bobbing rhythmically as she consumed every inch of him. “F*ck! F*ck!” The sensation was indescribable, as pleasure permeated every aspect of their existence. Ceynol’s breathy whisper was tinged with a
“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