“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 closest return lingered in his thoughts. “I’m afraid your father might really kill me, Jade,” he nervously answered, unaware that his system was betraying him. The young woman’s mind was racing with thoughts of what she wanted to do to Ceynol. Her feelings for him had taken over her body. The girl intentionally got drunk. She also knew that her parents wouldn’t come back. They are also drunk. Jade took advantage of the small party where they were alone to make this plan. “Oh, come on, Ceynol!” Jade said, giggling, moving her hand farther up his thigh. “I’ll bet you’d love f*cking a hot cunt like mine,” she muttered. The girl's mouth was becoming rude, and Ceynol's jaw tightened. “I’m afraid not, Jade,” he growled, his anger rising. He withdrew Jade’s hands, yet her stubbornness persisted. Ceynol sensed a pulsing sensation in his loins as his manhood began to engorge. “Bullshit,” Jade giggled, moving her hand further up his thigh, searching for his manhood. “Why then do you have this large lump in the heat of your pants?” Jade said he was teasing Ceynol. A low, guttural groan escaped the man’s lips. If a girl could read his thoughts, he would undoubtedly leap with delight. His manhood would spontaneously stand up when a woman was in front of him or next to him. It never grows when he is around other women. “I think I’d better leave,” the man nervously muttered.“No!” she whispered. A sense of guilt consumed Ceynol as the gentle caress continued. He had always held the belief that Jade was an alluring and desirable woman, yet he remained steadfast in his loyalty to his relationship with her father, unwilling to betray their bond. He was aware that he ought to rise and depart, yet a peculiar thrill coursed through him as he remained seated. The fervid blood surged to his manhood, causing it to stiffen with increasing intensity. Finally, he exhaled, “That’s enough,” and jerked her hand away. “I’m not the kind of person who would end my friendship with your dad,” he said. She let out a vulgar moan as she took hold of his engorged member once more. She murmured, “This sizable erection is yearning to penetrate my alluring feminine anatomy.” Jade acquired this knowledge from pornography. She had been patiently waiting for Ceynol, eagerly anticipating this moment. She yearned to express her ability to perform the same tasks as the other woman for his benefit. As he remained silent, she skillfully grasped the tab of his zipper and proceeded to unfasten it. With a delicate touch, she wrapped her cool, gentle fingers around his firm, rigid shaft.She whispered, admiringly, as she pulled his member out of his trousers. With a nervous gaze fixed upon the exquisite Jade, the man experienced a frenzied surge of anticipation coursing through his being. Jade inclined her face toward his smooth, silky cockhead, much to the surprise of Ceynol. Her warm, succulent lips enveloped the bulging head of his manhood, while her gentle fingers caressed the thick base of his shaft. He let out a moan, no longer willing to impede her. What purpose is there in attempting to impede her when she resolutely pursues her desires? Jade commenced a gradual undulation of her head, with each descent accommodating an increasing portion of his delectable member into the recesses of her throat. Ceynol’s body reacted instinctively, pushing his hips upwards in response to Jade's movements as she continued to pleasure him. He yearned to witness her tender lips enveloping his manhood, yet all that met his gaze was the cascade of her lengthy tresses draping over his lap. “F*ck! Jade!” He didn’t need to stop her. Whether he supports the actions of the woman remains unclear. He will take all the blame. The man found himself entranced as Jade’s succulent lips enveloped and caressed the sensitive flesh of his member. Her lips enveloped his thick, fleshy member, moving up and down with increasing speed and pressure. Her skilled tongue danced around his shaft, expertly coaxing him to the brink of ecstasy. Jade’s head swayed as Ceynol extended his hand, entwined his fingers into her flowing locks, and commenced directing her movements in an undulating motion. With each forceful push of her face, the man drove his hips upward, plunging his hardened member even deeper into her fervently sucking lips. Sensations of a divine nature were intensifying within his manhood. Ceynol experienced a surge of arousal as Jade’s tongue swirled around his member, causing it to grow even more engorged with desire.“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
“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
“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