“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
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
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
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
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