"What are you doing here at this hour on a weekday?" Becca asks surprised, the moment she sees Victoria walk into her salon."I need to talk to you". Victoria answered wearily."Is everything okay?" Becca asks, concerned this time."I doubt anything can be okay ever again". She replies, her voice hoarse, as her eyes glistened with tears."Is it Gerald? Did you guys have a fight?" Becca asks anxiously.Victoria began to sob uncontrollably and Becca pulled her into her arms and consoles her."Why don't you sit while I get you something to drink, then you can tell me everything".Victoria nods in agreement as she sniffs and wipes her eyes."Water or soda?" Becca asks."Water, room temperature please". She replies."Okay, give me a minute". Becca says and leaves and returns in less than a minute. "Here",she says and gives Victoria a glass of water.Victoria collects it and sips it slowly as within her she thinks of where to start to narrate everything to her best friend."Guess who has a b
Victoria Morgan walks into her new boss's office without even knocking. She was too angry to do such a civilized thing. Stella who was in the office with their boss at that moment was shocked by Victoria's entrance."Toria how can you barge in like that?" Stella asked, stunned by her guts, but Victoria's gaze didn't budge for one second. She just stood at the entrance, glaring at Nelson."Can you give us a moment?" Nelson said to Stella. She nods and leaves them both alone in the office."You can't be acting like that here Toria, you're gonna raise eyebrows." He began in a rather shocking calm tone."What evil plan do you have rolled up your sleeve Nelson?" She asked caring less of what he said. She needed to address a more important issue."I don't get what you mean." He answered confused."What do you want with Bianca?" She probes."Wow, you know Bianca?" He said with surprise, "Have you been stalking me?" He added musingly."Don't flatter yourself. Bianca is my friend and she told
Victoria Morgan was surprised to hear a knock at her door very early the next day. She wasn't expecting anyone, not Gerald in the least. It was a weekend and all she wanted was to be alone.She finally opens the door, and Becca her friend stood with a concerned look on her face. "Good morning Becca." She greeted. "Good morning Toria." Becca replies, walking herself in. "Can you tell me what's really going on?" She quickly asks Victoria."What are you talking about?" Victoria asked, confused."Gerald called me last night." Becca says and Victoria sighs deeply."I have a salon to open and get running so you better start talking." Becca continues but Victoria kept mute as her eyes got teary."Why did you turn down his marriage proposal? Is it because of the sex thing you complained about before?" Becca asks her.She shakes her head."Then what?" Becca asks exasperatedly."I've been cheating on him." She blurted out and begins to cry."What? Since when? With who?" Becca asked shocked."
Nelson grabs a handful of Toria's right breast and starts squeezing and playing with it in his palm. Victoria bites back the moan threatening to slip past her lips as he pinched one nipple roughly.They were both naked in her living room, lying on her couch with Nelson leaning slightly on top of her as he lavishes her breasts. "I'm going to give you so much pleasure that you'll cum and cum, until you can't cum anymore". He smirked as her eyes grew wide at his words and her head tilted back as soft whimpers leaves her and heat flooded her body. Shivers of anticipation and lust ran rampant through her body.Nelson lips left her breast and landed on her neck and he nibbled, sending shivers all through her body. Slowly her returned to her breast, easing down to her cleavage area, soon he engulfs her left nipple completely in his mouth and sucks it into his warm mouth, flicking it with his tongue as the other hand tweaked and pinches the other breast. He tugged roughly at the nipple he was
Victoria Morgan sniffles as she pens down her resignation letter. She has done nothing but cried for the past three days while thinking of what to do. One thing she was sure of was she had to disconnect herself from Nelson. She has become someone she was not proud of ever since Nelson walked into her life. She missed the old innocent and naive Victoria she used to be. Victoria signs the letter and puts it in an envelope. She was going to fight for Gerald's love back. It was all she needed to get her life back on track. She knew she had to be strong, Nelson had a way of getting through to her. She had to make sure it didn't happen this time. A happy ever after life with Nelson would be futile because all he had to offer was sex, and he had also made it clear that it was the ultimate to him. But loyalty, trust and love were far more important, and being with Gerald promises all that.Nelson rummaged his office. He was angry as hell at how things had turned out between him and Victoria
As Victoria Morgan walks into her apartment, she drops down on the floor and cries her eyes out. The day didn't go half the way she expected. Everyone had moved on with their lives leaving her behind. Even Becca she thought was her friend had betrayed her. The most painful one she had to come to terms with was Gerald; she has lost him for good. She could tell from the hate in his voice when he spoke to her. Victoria shrieks in pain. No body wants to be associated with her, not even Nelson. He has already replaced her. To think he was the one who put her life in jeopardy. Victoria stood up and stared blankly. Nelson can't get away with this. She looks around, picks her hand bag and heads to the door then hesitates to open it. Then what she saw in Nelson's office that morning flashes through her mind. Then she opens the door and walks out.Nelson couldn't shake the look on Victoria's face when she saw him and Bianca that morning out of his mind. He grinned. At least now she felt what it
Victoria Morgan twitches her nose several times as she perceives a nice aroma. She finally opens her eyes and at first her surroundings are all a blur. She sees a figure approaching her where she lay on the bed. The closer the figure got, the clearer her sight, until she was able to recognize him, then she gasped.“Gerald?!" Was she dreaming? What was Gerald doing in her house, cooking her breakfast?“You're finally awake". He says, his expression blank, giving no emotion.“Are you really here, or am I dreaming?" She asked, then winced, as she felt a heavy ache in her head.“I will get you a pain relief for your headache". He says and turns to leave.Victoria's confusion lingered as she watched Gerald move away. The room felt strangely familiar, yet the details were elusive. She hesitated, still uncertain whether this was reality or a dream unfolding before her.As Gerald returned with a pain reliever, she couldn't shake off the surreal atmosphere. "What's going on, Gerald? Why are y
One Month Later...Nelson Brown sighs as he walks into Becca's salon. He couldn't let his pride get in the way again. He missed Victoria, and needed to know her whereabouts. For the past one month, he hasn't been able to reach her on the phone or even at her residence. Has she done it again? He thought within himself. Was she trying to get away from him again? When would she learn that they were meant to be together. He sighs again.“What brings you here?" Becca says immediately she sees him.“They don't greet people where you come from?" He responds sarcastically.“This is my salon, I greet who I want to". She retorts, her face carrying a frown.“Anyway, I didn't come here to exchange words with you". He replies. “Where is Toria?" He asks after a brief silence.“Are you for real?" She asks with a scoff.“Can you tell me where she is?" He demands.“I thought she was with you all this while. Bianca said she saw her last at your house". “She left that same day, and I haven't seen her ev
Victoria clenched her fists, her heart hammering against her ribs as the weight of the plan settled on her shoulders. She had to be careful—one wrong move, and Nelson would see right through her.Gerald and Mildred exchanged another glance, their silent communication speaking volumes. They were worried about her. About how much she was risking. But there was no time for hesitation.Mildred winced as she stood, pain flickering across her face. “We don’t have much time. If Nelson suspects anything, he’ll disappear, and we may never find Cherish again.”Victoria’s throat tightened. She couldn’t let that happen.She exhaled sharply and reached for her phone. “I’ll call him.”Gerald’s hand shot out, gripping her wrist. “Are you sure?”No.But she had no choice.She nodded, pulling away and dialing Nelson’s number. The line rang once before he answered.“Well, well,” Nelson’s voice dripped with amusement. “I was beginning to think you didn’t care about your daughter, Victoria.”Her stomach
Becca’s nails dug into her palms as she stood in Nelson’s study, her heart pounding against her ribs. Cherish clung to her side, her small fingers trembling in Becca’s grasp. The little girl had been brave—silent, obedient—but Becca could feel the fear rolling off her in waves.She had just listened to Nelson’s conversation with Victoria. The threats, the manipulation, the sick amusement in his voice as he dangled Cherish’s safety like a prize.It made her stomach turn.“Nelson, you need to stop this,” she said, keeping her voice steady.Nelson turned from his desk, swirling a glass of whiskey in his hand, his expression unreadable. “Stop what, Becca?”“Let her go,” she said, glancing down at Cherish. “She’s a child, Nelson. This isn’t a game.”His lips curled into a smirk. “Everything is a game, sweetheart. And right now, I’m winning.”Becca took a step forward, lowering her voice. “Victoria won’t just hand herself over. She’s not the same woman you controlled before.”Nelson’s jaw t
Mildred moved swiftly through the alleyways, her breath coming in short gasps. The sharp sting of a fresh wound on her arm reminded her just how close she had come to being caught. Nelson’s men had been relentless, but she had been smarter.She had seen the man tailing her the moment she left the safe house. At first, she pretended not to notice, walking at an even pace, blending into the crowd. But when she made a sudden turn into a less crowded street, the footsteps behind her quickened. That was when she knew—she had to run.The first attacker came at her from the left. Mildred ducked, spun on her heel, and drove her elbow into his ribs. He grunted in pain, but she had no time to celebrate. The second man lunged forward, a knife glinting in the moonlight.Pain shot through her arm as the blade nicked her, but adrenaline fueled her movements. She kicked the knife out of his hand, delivering a sharp punch to his jaw before dashing into the shadows.Now, she was safe—at least for the
Nelson set his glass down, his fingers drumming against the polished wood of his desk. Cherish will always be Victoria’s weakness. No matter what Victoria had planned, when it came to her daughter, she was nothing more than a terrified mother willing to do anything to protect her child.And Nelson was about to exploit that weakness.A response came through almost immediately."Consider it done."He leaned back in his chair, exhaling slowly. The moment Cherish was in his hands, Victoria would have no choice but to bow. She thought she could betray him? Thought she could run back to Gerald and destroy everything he had planned for both of them?Not on his watch.A sharp knock on the door made him turn. “Come in.”Carlos entered again, his expression tight. “Boss… we have our eyes on Mildred.”Nelson pinched the bridge of his nose. “Where is she?” He looked up at Carlos with an irritated glare. “I want her caught.”Carlos hesitated. “We're working on it boss.”Nelson’s jaw clenched. “I d
Nelson stormed down the grand staircase, his mind racing. The scent of Bianca still clung to his skin, a stark contrast to the cold dread creeping into his chest. He had spent years building his empire, ensuring he was untouchable. So why the hell were the police here?Carlos trailed behind him, stiff with tension. He knew better than to speak unless spoken to, especially when Nelson was in a volatile state.At the bottom of the staircase, two uniformed officers stood waiting, their faces impassive. A third man, dressed in a sharp suit, was clearly the one in charge. He studied Nelson with cool, assessing eyes.“Mr. Brown,” the man said, flashing a badge. “Detective Harris, Organized Crime Unit. We have a few questions for you.”Nelson forced a smirk, masking the irritation surging beneath his skin. “Detective, what an unexpected visit. To what do I owe the pleasure?”“We received an anonymous tip about your involvement in illegal financial activities—money laundering, blackmail, brib
Nelson pushed open the heavy oak door to his bedroom, the dim lighting casting deep shadows against the walls. His gaze landed on Bianca, bound to the bed just as he had commanded. Her wrists were cuffed to the ornate bedposts, her breathing heavy, chest rising and falling with both exhaustion and defiance.She turned her head at the sound of his entrance, dark eyes burning with a mixture of rage and something else—something that made his blood heat despite the fury simmering inside him.“Untie me,” she demanded, voice sharp despite her vulnerable position.Nelson chuckled darkly, stepping closer, his presence filling the room like a looming storm. “You have some nerve giving orders when you’re the one tied up, Bianca.”She yanked against the restraints, her body arching as she tested their strength, but the metal held firm. “Do you think this will make me talk? Make me beg?” she hissed. “You underestimate me, Nelson.”He sat on the edge of the bed, eyes raking over her form, his jaw
Mildred’s phone buzzed with a message. She glanced at it, her brow furrowing. “It’s from Bianca,” she said. “She’s in trouble. Carlos caught her trying to escape with files. She managed to send the documents to Gerald, but she’s still in his clutches.”Victoria gasped. “We can’t leave her behind!”“We won’t,” Gerald said, gripping the steering wheel. “But first, we secure you and the files. Bianca knew the risks and trusted us to use what she found. If we don’t, her efforts will have been in vain.”The car sped through the dimly lit streets, the tension inside as palpable as the stakes they faced. Victoria leaned her head back, her mind spinning with possibilities and fears.After what felt like an eternity, they arrived at a secluded building on the outskirts of the city. Gerald parked the car and ushered the women inside. The safe house was modest but secure, equipped with multiple locks and reinforced windows.“Stay here,” Gerald said, his tone leaving no room for argument. “I’m go
The ballroom’s air grew thick with tension, every eye in the room fixed on Victoria. Cameras clicked furiously, capturing her poised figure as she stood at the microphone. Nelson’s smile remained frozen in place, though the fury in his eyes betrayed his unease.Victoria gripped the edges of the podium, steadying herself. She could feel Nelson’s presence looming behind her like a dark shadow, but Gerald’s steady gaze from across the room gave her the courage she desperately needed.“Love is a beautiful thing,” she began, her voice trembling slightly but gaining strength with each word. “It’s built on trust, honesty, and mutual respect. But when any of those are missing, what remains is an illusion—a façade meant to deceive.”A ripple of murmurs swept through the crowd. Nelson’s hand tightened into a fist by his side, his mask of charm beginning to crack.“Nelson has spoken so eloquently tonight about love and partnership,” Victoria continued, turning her head slightly toward him, her t
Her bare feet pounded against the cold concrete as she ran, her breaths ragged. She didn’t know where she was going, but escape was her only thought. The thought of Carlos recovering, pushed her forward, her desperation fueling her speed.Bianca spotted a staircase at the end of the hall and bolted toward it, her heart hammering. If she could just make it to his study and get her hands on those files, she might have a chance to put a stop to Nelson evil schemes.Once Bianca reached Nelson's private study, she pushed the door open and quickly stepped inside, her eyes scanning the room. The polished desk, lined with papers and a sleek laptop, where he had taken her the day she arrived, stood at the center. She moved swiftly, rifling through drawers and documents.“Here!” Bianca exclaimed, holding up a folder labeled Confidential. Her eyes widened as she skimmed its contents—proof of Nelson’s blackmail schemes, financial fraud, and threats against influential figures.“This should do it.