At forty, Ceynol Tarragon's life bore the marks of success and influence. His name resonated in business circles, a beacon of triumph in a world where fortune eluded many. Yet, for all his accomplishments, a persistent shadow loomed over him—a frustration born not of material lack but of emotional void. A labyrinth of longing gripped his heart, as he sought something, or rather someone, that remained elusive.
Ceynol had devoted much of his adulthood to building an empire. His businesses flourished, reflecting the discipline and determination of a man with clear goals. Yet, amidst boardrooms and balance sheets, he harbored a yearning that could not be satisfied by wealth alone. He searched for the woman who had captured his heart—a love he had long carried but never fulfilled. As he sat down in his office, a confrontation he had grown tired of enduring interrupted his thoughts. He was reviewing contracts. "Get out, Lily!" His voice was sharp, laced with finality. "How many times must I tell you? I will not take you back. For years, you have pursued me, but my answer remains the same—you and I are impossible. Period." His piercing gaze bore into the woman standing before him. Lily had been pushing the limits of his tolerance for years. However, despite her persistent advances, his heart remained impervious to her. Something else consumed his thoughts. "You're delusional, Ceynol! If she ever comes back, she won't love you anymore. She'll end up with me instead!" Lily's voice trembled with anger, her defiance unwavering. Ceynol's expression hardened. "That will never happen. Even if she no longer loves me, I will do everything to win her back," he replied coldly. Lily's eyes flared with anger, and she opened her mouth to retaliate. Before she could speak, Ceynol hurled a pen in her direction—not to harm her but to punctuate his command. "Leave at once!" His voice echoed through the office, resonating even beyond its walls. "I've made amends for any pain I caused you, and I owe you nothing more. Your so-called love for me was never genuine—it was my wealth you were after!" Lily's face turned pale, her bravado crumbling under his rage. Ceynol rose from his seat, the tension in his jaw evident as he reached for a chair, ready to throw it if necessary. Terrified, Lily fled, slamming the door behind her. Left alone, Ceynol rubbed his temples in frustration. His professional life thrived, but his personal world was a storm of turmoil and longing. The question echoed in his mind: How do you find someone who doesn't want to be found? He had secretly assembled a team to search for her—the woman who haunted his dreams, the one he had lost but never stopped loving, Jade. Jade's image was seared into his consciousness, an angelic visage that brought equal parts joy and torment. Memories of her smile, her laugh, and the light in her eyes plagued his waking moments and haunted his dreams. "Leave, Jade," he had once implored her. "You make everything so difficult for me." But Jade had been resolute. "I won't stop until I make you mine, Ceynol," she declared, her voice firm, her will unyielding. And yet, there she was again, standing before him in his office, as if summoned by his longing. This time, her presence was different. She wasn't the innocent girl he remembered. She had undergone a transformation, radiating a confidence and allure that left him speechless. The scarlet halter dress she wore clung to her figure, a vivid reminder of her undeniable beauty. Ceynol's throat tightened, and he swallowed hard, his mind warring against his desires. "Jade, you're tormenting me," he rasped, turning away. "You're too young, too pure for me to corrupt with my desires." But Jade was undeterred. "You've taught me what love is, Ceynol," she whispered, her voice laced with seduction. "Refraining from adoring me will be impossible—for both of us." She moved closer, perching herself on his lap, her hips swaying in a rhythm designed to drive him mad. Her hands rested on his shoulders, and she leaned in, her breath warm against his neck. "Jade, please," he begged, his voice trembling with desperation. "This isn't right." But Jade ignored his protests. Her lips brushed against his neck, her touch igniting a fire within him that he struggled to control. His body betrayed him, responding to her closeness despite his resolve. "Think of your father," he gasped, a final plea to her conscience. "I don't care," she replied, her lips moving closer to his. It was then that the image of her father—a man he respected, a man who had trusted him—flashed in his mind. With a strength born of sheer will, Ceynol gently but firmly pushed Jade away. "Please, leave, Jade," he whispered, his voice heavy with regret. "I can't do this. I won't betray your father." Jade stared at him, stunned and hurt. But even in her pain, her determination did not waver. "I'll never stop loving you, Ceynol," she vowed. "And I'll never stop fighting for you." Ceynol watched her leave, his heart heavy with the weight of his decision. The ache in his chest was almost unbearable, but he knew he had done the right thing. Still, the question lingered: Does she still love me after all these years? He turned to the window, his reflection staring back at him. At forty, he had aged gracefully. His physique remained strong, his hair untouched by gray, his features still striking. However, all of this would be insignificant if he failed to reunite with the one woman who had always held his heart. For years, he had lived in fear—fear that Jade no longer loved him, fear that he had lost his chance to be with her forever. But fear would no longer hold him back. "If I ever find her again," he vowed to himself, "I will beg for her love. I will fight for her, no matter the cost. Jade is mine." And with that, Ceynol Tarragon, a man of power and influence, resolved to reclaim the one thing he had always wanted but never fought for—Jade's heart."Please, Fame! Don't follow me!" Jade's frustrated voice echoed through the bustling university hallways. The guy following her, Fame, who was annoyingly and persistently interested in her, got a harsh look from her. Today was meant to be a joyful day because it was the result of years of hard work and sacrifice, but Fame had once again made her wait too long. Jade was glad that she wouldn't have to see him anymore. They would go their different ways after graduation, and she would no longer have to deal with his constant pursuits. "Why do you avoid me all the time? I just want to take a picture with you and maybe have a fancy dinner with you. Why is that so bad?" Fame asked, giving off an inflated grin. Jade halted abruptly and faced him, her hands tightly clenched. "Ow! I need to get somewhere quickly. My son and his babysitter are waiting for me," she yelled, cutting through his cockiness with her sharp tone. Fame wavered for a moment, and his smile got a little tinier. He
“Jade…” Jade struggled to speak immediately upon hearing the familiar voice calling her name. The voice was one she was too familiar with, one that had consistently shown kindness, patience, and a willingness to overlook her every whim and flaw. She was intimately familiar with that voice. “Mom,” she said softly, her heart pounding as she uttered the word. There was a brief sigh on the other end of the line, and then her mother’s voice spoke again, though it was filled with a tinge of concern.“How are you doing, little one?” her mother asked, and Jade’s throat tightened. She bit her bottom lip, her heart aching as she fought to hold back the tears. She didn’t want to cry. Not yet. She didn’t want her mother to hear how much she had been struggling all these years, how much she had suffered in silence. “I’m okay, Mom,” Jade replied, trying to sound as convincing as possible. But her voice wavered, betraying her true emotions. “How did you manage to get my phone number?” She had
“Are you prepared for some mischievous fun and games?” She whispered softly to him and placed her hand on his thigh. Ceynol’s throat tightened as he remained oblivious to Jade’s inexplicable actions upon his person, unable to regain control of himself. “Jade,” he said firmly. “Please,” he murmured. "I am but an old man," he said, attempting to gently extract Jade’s hands. He was consumed by the fear that her parents might catch a glimpse of them, while he was equally apprehensive that his closest friend would exact retribution upon him. “Ceynol, you are not old,” she reassured him. “I must say, my love,” slurred Jade, her speech slightly slurred from the numerous glasses of liquor she had imbibed, “I find myself quite taken with your mature and handsome appearance. No, that doesn't mean I can't seduce you and claim you as mine," she whispered, biting his ear gently. Ceynol continued to gaze at the house. Though the garden remained concealed, the possibility of his clo
“Ohhh… Jade!” Ceynol sensed his climax approaching rapidly, and the sizable load of semen in his roiling testicles was practically begging for release. Ceynol cried out in ecstasy, his fingers entwining themselves in Jade’s hair as he savored the pleasure coursing through his body. With gentle encouragement, Ceynol urged her beloved to persevere. “Just a little more, baby,” he whispered, “you’re almost there.” Due to their happiness and possibly intoxication, Ceynol lost control of his mouth. He even calls Jade an endearment that made her heart flutter. Breathless and consumed by desire, he felt his body tense as he approached the pinnacle of pleasure. His heated essence surged upward, igniting every inch of his being. With an animalistic impulse, he thrust his hips forward, driving his rigid member deeper into her mouth. The man’s pubic hair pressed against her delicate nose as she skillfully accommodated the entire length of his impressive member in her throat. The man
“Why are you here again, Jade? Again?” Ceynol’s voice was sharp, his jaw clenched, and his eyes darkened with frustration as he turned away from her. The dimly lit bar covered over his features, hiding the emotions he refused to let surface. Jade stood before him, unflinching. Her hair was damp from the rain outside, her dress clinging to her slender frame. Despite her trembling lips and tear-streaked face, her resolve remained unbroken. She had followed him here—again—desperate to prove something he refused to acknowledge. “I came because I love you,” she said softly, her voice barely audible over the hum of low conversations and clinking glasses around them. “You don’t know what you’re saying.” Ceynol gritted his teeth and grabbed his drink, downing it in one swift motion. His fingers trembled as he placed the glass back on the counter. “Go home, Jade. You don’t belong here. This conversation is already done weeks ago!” Jade’s chest tightened. The weight of his dismissa
“Sir, the jet Miss Jade was on has just landed. Her parents even closed their private airstrip for her arrival,” reported one of the hired men, his voice hesitant. Ceynol narrowed his eyes at them. He already knew. News of Jade’s return was on every TV station and social media platform. The Vine family was no ordinary lineage. Their name carried weight in the Philippines, synonymous with power and prestige. Unlike Ceynol’s family, who built their empire from the ground up with blood, sweat, and tears, the Vines had long been wealthy, a dynasty rooted in old money and influence. “Sir, we—” “Get out of my face! You're all useless!” Ceynol’s voice thundered through the room. His blood boiled at the thought of these so-called employees failing to provide him with timely information. Even the tabloids knew Jade’s whereabouts before they did.The men flinched at his fury, their faces pale. “What are you waiting for? Get out!” He barked again, his tone sharp and unforgiving. He slam
“Sir, we’ve confirmed it. The private jet that landed at the Vine’s private airstrip carried Miss Jade,” the man relayed hesitantly. Ceynol snatched the report, scanning the details with a clenched jaw. He tossed it aside and walked away, frustrated that, despite knowing this, he hadn’t even caught a glimpse of her. The day had been a torturous cycle of false leads and wasted efforts. The sound of his tires screeching against the pavement broke the silence of his estate. His car sped through the gates and halted abruptly in the driveway. The sleek black vehicle gleamed under the dim glow of the porch lights, its presence commanding but shaded by the weight of its driver’s fury. He stepped out, tugging at his polo shirt in irritation. The buttons at the top came undone as he loosened it, the fabric clinging uncomfortably to his sweat-dampened skin. Exhaustion etched his face, and restrained anger sharpened his eyes. “Jade was already here. She’s in this country,” he muttered
Ceynol’s knees trembled as he waited, his heart pounding against his ribs. The moment Jade’s message flashed on his phone, a surge of excitement nearly launched him out of his swivel chair. But he caught himself, forcing his emotions into submission. This wasn’t just any meeting—this was about their son. He needed to stay composed.To ensure privacy, he had reserved the entire restaurant. This conversation was too personal, too delicate, to be overheard by prying ears. His gaze flickered to the entrance every few seconds, anticipating tightening his chest. His fingers tapped restlessly on the white tablecloth, and he had already drained several glasses of water in an attempt to soothe his nerves. The waiter had approached him multiple times, asking if he was ready to order, but each time, Ceynol had dismissed him with a curt shake of his head. He wasn’t here to eat. He was here for something far more important.Jade was late. Fifteen minutes had passed, but he remained rooted to hi
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 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
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’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
“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 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
Ceynol’s nerves were stretched taut as he sat in his car, parked a short distance from the imposing Vine mansion. His phone sat idly on the console beside him, devoid of the buzz or chime he desperately longed to hear. Every tick of the clock only heightened his restlessness. Why hasn’t she called? He wondered, his mind a whirlwind of speculation. Jade’s silence was deafening, and Ceynol was drowning in its weight. He took another sip of his beer, the cold liquid barely soothing the storm brewing within. It was becoming a nightly ritual—a feeble attempt to numb the ache in his chest. But the alcohol couldn’t erase her from his thoughts. Nothing could. He had toyed with the idea of storming the Vine mansion, barging in just to catch a glimpse of her. To demand answers. To make her listen. But his pride, or perhaps his fear of rejection, kept him chained to his car seat. Someday soon, he thought. ’When I can’t take it anymore, I’ll do it.’ Consequences be damned.The memory of Jad
Her father didn’t utter a single word when he walked out of the meeting room, leaving the finality of his declaration hanging in the air: Jade Vine was the new CEO of Vine Enterprises. The room was silent, save for the faint rustling of papers and the low murmurs of the board members. Though there was initial hesitation, the resemblance between Jade and her father—both in demeanor and business acumen—was undeniable. Ultimately, they accepted her leadership without protest. After the meeting, Jade’s new secretary guided her to the CEO’s office. The space was immaculate, adorned with modern furnishings and floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a panoramic view of the city. Despite the grandeur, Jade’s mind was elsewhere. She barely acknowledged the employees who greeted her on her way in, brushing past them with a polite nod. Once inside, she locked the door behind her and leaned against it, her breath shallow and quick. “My child’s father is in the same building as me,” she tho
“Are you okay, Jadeey?” her mother asked for the third time, her voice laced with concern. Jade stood frozen in place, her knees trembling as she anxiously awaited her father’s arrival from their upstairs bedroom. His steps were slow and measured, hindered by the cane he now needed to walk. Several household staff accompanied him to ensure his safety. “I’m nervous, Mommy,” she admitted honestly, her voice almost a whisper. “Don’t be,” her mother replied, her tone soft yet firm. “You graduated with flying colors from a prestigious university in New Zealand. Isn’t that enough to make us proud? This is your time, Jadeey. You’re ready to take the reins of the company your father has worked so hard to build. He’s been preparing you for this moment since you were fourteen.” Jade nodded, though her hands trembled slightly. The weight of responsibility felt heavier than ever, but her mother’s words provided a semblance of reassurance. She let out a heavy sigh, her mind briefly wandering