“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
“MOMMY…” Jade whispered, her voice trembling as her eyes fell on her mother, standing in front of their door with an anxious yet hopeful expression. The moment she stepped out of the car, her mother rushed toward her, enveloping her in a tight embrace. “Oh, God! My baby! My Jadeey! You’re finally home,” her mother cried, tears spilling freely as she clung to her daughter. “I’ve missed you so much, my love.” Jade felt her chest tighten as she returned the embrace, burying her face into her mother’s shoulder. It had been years since she had felt this warmth, this love she thought she’d lost.With sorrow and relief in her voice, her mother continued, "I couldn't come to fetch you myself. Your father… I couldn’t leave him. He’s been so unwell since the heart attack.” Jade nodded, understanding the weight her mother carried. “I missed you too, Mommy,” she murmured. “I’m so sorry for everything—for the hurt I caused. But I don’t regret the choices I’ve made.” Her voice wavered, a mi
“D*mn it!” Ceynol’s frustrated voice echoed as his foot slammed into the chair in front of him. He had just stormed into the private cottage located within the sprawling backyard of his friend, Camero Midea. His sudden outburst turned heads. Those who were married exchanged curious glances, while Camero, the host, simply smirked as he took a leisurely sip of his beer. “Whoa, do you have high blood pressure, bro? What’s got you so worked up?” Cameron asked casually, not even looking up as he shuffled a deck of cards. There were six of them gathered in the spacious and cosy cottage, their usual retreat. A corner away from their responsibilities, this place was a haven where they could speak freely and indulge in brotherhood. “I bet it’s about Jetter’s daughter,” Camero added with a mischievous grin. Ceynol shot him a sharp glare, but Camero only raised his beer in mock acknowledgement, his grin growing wider. The rest of the group exchanged knowing looks. They didn’t need a
“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
As Jade Vine made her way down the grand staircase, every eye in the room turned towards her. She smiled gracefully, but she could feel the weight of their gazes following her every step. There was something almost surreal about the moment—she was the center of attention, but all she could focus on was her appearance and how it might look to others. She paused for a moment to take in her reflection. The long black and gold tulle ball gown she wore shimmered under the lights, a perfect combination of elegance and luxury, and she felt a rush of pride. However, a persistent nervousness quickly eclipsed her pride.The theme of the night was black and gold, fitting for her debut, a celebration of her stepping into adulthood. Similar attire from the guests further enhanced the formal and refined atmosphere. The host of the party introduced her, along with her parents, and Jade scanned the room with curious eyes, hoping to spot someone in particular. Today, of all days, she longed to see o
“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
“D*mn it!” Ceynol’s frustrated voice echoed as his foot slammed into the chair in front of him. He had just stormed into the private cottage located within the sprawling backyard of his friend, Camero Midea. His sudden outburst turned heads. Those who were married exchanged curious glances, while Camero, the host, simply smirked as he took a leisurely sip of his beer. “Whoa, do you have high blood pressure, bro? What’s got you so worked up?” Cameron asked casually, not even looking up as he shuffled a deck of cards. There were six of them gathered in the spacious and cosy cottage, their usual retreat. A corner away from their responsibilities, this place was a haven where they could speak freely and indulge in brotherhood. “I bet it’s about Jetter’s daughter,” Camero added with a mischievous grin. Ceynol shot him a sharp glare, but Camero only raised his beer in mock acknowledgement, his grin growing wider. The rest of the group exchanged knowing looks. They didn’t need a
“MOMMY…” Jade whispered, her voice trembling as her eyes fell on her mother, standing in front of their door with an anxious yet hopeful expression. The moment she stepped out of the car, her mother rushed toward her, enveloping her in a tight embrace. “Oh, God! My baby! My Jadeey! You’re finally home,” her mother cried, tears spilling freely as she clung to her daughter. “I’ve missed you so much, my love.” Jade felt her chest tighten as she returned the embrace, burying her face into her mother’s shoulder. It had been years since she had felt this warmth, this love she thought she’d lost.With sorrow and relief in her voice, her mother continued, "I couldn't come to fetch you myself. Your father… I couldn’t leave him. He’s been so unwell since the heart attack.” Jade nodded, understanding the weight her mother carried. “I missed you too, Mommy,” she murmured. “I’m so sorry for everything—for the hurt I caused. But I don’t regret the choices I’ve made.” Her voice wavered, a mi
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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“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