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88: The Sisters’ Punishment
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"He pushed me?" Laysa murmured to herself, confused. "But there's only one man who would do that..." she said, while Molly fought Braston and Layane practically assaulted Frederick's chest.Laysa didn't waste time."I knew it! Cassius!" she exclaimed, ripping off his mask and throwing herself at him in a hug.Annoyed, Cassius pushed her away and left the stage without saying a word."What?!" Layane reacted, her heart racing. When she took off Frederick’s mask, he stood up furiously and dragged her off the stage without giving her a chance to react."Layla... what is going on?" Molly asked, her face pale and eyes brimming with tears.Layla just stared at her, full of remorse."Oh, Molly... You were advised not to come." That was all she said before turning her back and jumping off the stage straight into Caio’s arms.Molly looked at Braston, hesitant. Summoning her courage, she removed his mask, and as soon as she saw her husband's face, she nearly fainted."Is this a party?" Braston g
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Chap. 89: Your View of MeCassius stayed on the party floor, not far from the stage where the dancers performed. Francine and the girls were going wild, while he, with a stern expression, kept disapproving of the situation. He was close to his limit, thinking about ending the party with gunfire, but he suppressed the urge with alcohol even though he was responsible for taking the group home.Laysa remained near Francine but didn’t blend in. The poor thing only watched Cassius from afar. After three failed attempts to approach him, she drowned her shame in mixed drinks, even after so many rejections.“Lay, stop staring at that brute! Look at how many hot, handsome guys are around!” Francine shouted, trying to compete with the loud music as she pulled her friend to dance.But Laysa had no enthusiasm for anything.“You don’t understand… I love him… I’m crazy about him!” she confessed, her voice thick with alcohol and emotion.“Look, girl, I’ll be honest,” Francine said, already slurring.
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“To think that I love you,” she muttered, crying.“Cut the crap! I already told you, stop saying that bullshit,” he snapped, annoyed.“Look!” Laysa said, pointing at where they were.“I see it, a hotel. So what?” he replied with disdain.Laysa stared at him in disbelief while he laughed incredulously.“No way. The last time I went into a hotel with you, and mind you, it was an apartment, I got arrested. You’re trouble.”“But I’m a woman now, there’s no problem with that. Look at me! I need a shower; this smell is making me sick.”“The mix of booze and vomit is hell, baby girl. That’s your punishment. And I don’t know who put it in your head that you’re a woman.”“What the hell? What do you think I am, then?” she asked, unable to believe what she had just heard.“Look, I’ll take you there, you’ll clean yourself up, and we’ll leave before the cops show up,” he said seriously.Laysa almost jumped with joy, but Cassius kept his distance from her, clearly uncomfortable.He rented a room an
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Cap.90: Beware of him, not me.Cassius hadn't realized that he had held Laysa in his arms the entire night. She had completely passed out, and both of them were drunk. In the morning, no one remembered anything. Cassius was the first to wake up and, to his surprise, found Laysa’s arms wrapped around him, resting peacefully on his chest. For a moment, a faint smile appeared on his face as he gazed at her serene, smiling expression.However, as his eyes traveled down her body, he noticed her shirt was lifted, revealing part of her backside. His conscience weighed heavily on him, and his expression shifted to concern. Discreetly, he pulled her shirt down to cover her better. He sighed in relief when he saw that she was still wearing her underwear. "Thank God nothing happened," he thought. Then, he checked his own clothes and felt even more relieved to see he still had his pants on."Supposedly, she doesn't remember sleeping on top of me. If I move her slowly, she won't notice. Damn it...
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I kidnapped a baby, but he was my son. 90: Beware of him, not me.
Cap.90: Beware of him, not me.Cassius hadn't realized that he had held Laysa in his arms the entire night. She had completely passed out, and both of them were drunk. In the morning, no one remembered anything. Cassius was the first to wake up and, to his surprise, found Laysa’s arms wrapped around him, resting peacefully on his chest. For a moment, a faint smile appeared on his face as he gazed at her serene, smiling expression.However, as his eyes traveled down her body, he noticed her shirt was lifted, revealing part of her backside. His conscience weighed heavily on him, and his expression shifted to concern. Discreetly, he pulled her shirt down to cover her better. He sighed in relief when he saw that she was still wearing her underwear. "Thank God nothing happened," he thought. Then, he checked his own clothes and felt even more relieved to see he still had his pants on."Supposedly, she doesn't remember sleeping on top of me. If I move her slowly, she won't notice. Damn it...
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“To think that I love you,” she muttered, crying.“Cut the crap! I already told you, stop saying that bullshit,” he snapped, annoyed.“Look!” Laysa said, pointing at where they were.“I see it, a hotel. So what?” he replied with disdain.Laysa stared at him in disbelief while he laughed incredulously.“No way. The last time I went into a hotel with you, and mind you, it was an apartment, I got arrested. You’re trouble.”“But I’m a woman now, there’s no problem with that. Look at me! I need a shower; this smell is making me sick.”“The mix of booze and vomit is hell, baby girl. That’s your punishment. And I don’t know who put it in your head that you’re a woman.”“What the hell? What do you think I am, then?” she asked, unable to believe what she had just heard.“Look, I’ll take you there, you’ll clean yourself up, and we’ll leave before the cops show up,” he said seriously.Laysa almost jumped with joy, but Cassius kept his distance from her, clearly uncomfortable.He rented a room an
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Chap. 89: Your View of MeCassius stayed on the party floor, not far from the stage where the dancers performed. Francine and the girls were going wild, while he, with a stern expression, kept disapproving of the situation. He was close to his limit, thinking about ending the party with gunfire, but he suppressed the urge with alcohol even though he was responsible for taking the group home.Laysa remained near Francine but didn’t blend in. The poor thing only watched Cassius from afar. After three failed attempts to approach him, she drowned her shame in mixed drinks, even after so many rejections.“Lay, stop staring at that brute! Look at how many hot, handsome guys are around!” Francine shouted, trying to compete with the loud music as she pulled her friend to dance.But Laysa had no enthusiasm for anything.“You don’t understand… I love him… I’m crazy about him!” she confessed, her voice thick with alcohol and emotion.“Look, girl, I’ll be honest,” Francine said, already slurring.
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"He pushed me?" Laysa murmured to herself, confused. "But there's only one man who would do that..." she said, while Molly fought Braston and Layane practically assaulted Frederick's chest.Laysa didn't waste time."I knew it! Cassius!" she exclaimed, ripping off his mask and throwing herself at him in a hug.Annoyed, Cassius pushed her away and left the stage without saying a word."What?!" Layane reacted, her heart racing. When she took off Frederick’s mask, he stood up furiously and dragged her off the stage without giving her a chance to react."Layla... what is going on?" Molly asked, her face pale and eyes brimming with tears.Layla just stared at her, full of remorse."Oh, Molly... You were advised not to come." That was all she said before turning her back and jumping off the stage straight into Caio’s arms.Molly looked at Braston, hesitant. Summoning her courage, she removed his mask, and as soon as she saw her husband's face, she nearly fainted."Is this a party?" Braston g
I kidnapped a baby, but he was my son. 88: The Sisters’ Punishment
88: The Sisters’ Punishment"Oh, so Layane went to see naked men?" Frederick asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm and anger."But there's still time for you to catch them before the party starts!" Layla assured, anxious about her friends' fate."What do you mean?" Frederick frowned, intrigued."It's only seven o'clock; the dancers don't arrive until eight. You can go now and catch them by surprise!" Layla suggested, clearly uncomfortable."Right now!" Frederick declared, already preparing to leave, but Braston grabbed his arm, thoughtful."Wait, I have a much better idea," Braston said, a malicious smile sparking everyone's curiosity."My wife will have to explain this nonsense to me. A married woman, really? Does she think I'll forgive this? What’s your idea, Braston? Because time is running out." Frederick crossed his arms, impatient."Layla, you're going to take us there. From what I understand, there will only be three men on stage at this party. We'll catch them off guard.""Ge
I kidnapped a baby, but he was my son. 87: The Final Judgment
87: The Final Judgment"Everything is ready. All the suitcases are already downstairs," Cassius announced, carrying his own luggage. The living room was already packed with the belongings of the four men. That night would be the trial, and in the morning, they would leave for Europe.Braston was on the brink of emotional exhaustion, his anxiety eating away at his patience. As a result, he spent most of his time with a closed expression and a distant gaze, almost oblivious to his brothers' conversations."Married life. Ugh!" Cassius spat the words out, noticing Braston’s distracted state and immediately understanding the reason.Braston’s mind seemed dark and turbulent, but he wasn’t the only one in a bad mood."Today is going to be a tense day for the youngest. Let’s get everything organized since he’s convinced that tomorrow he’ll reunite with his beloved. But, honestly, I don’t even want to go. Damn it! Not even with the best investigators can I find my damn wife. If she’s cheating
