Nelson sat behind his desk, sipping a glass of whiskey while reviewing a list of influential guests for the wedding announcement party. His assistant, stood nearby, taking notes on his instructions."Make sure every major media outlet is there," Nelson said, his tone smug. "I want this event to dominate headlines. Victoria and I will be the power couple of the decade."His assistant nodded, but her eyes flickered with unease. "Of course, Mr. Brown. And about Bianca—she's been making a lot of noise in the room she is locked in."Nelson’s expression darkened, his grip tightening on the glass. "Yes. Find her. I will take care of that."His assistant nodded and quickly left the room.----Bianca sat on the edge of the small cot in the dimly lit room, her arms folded tightly across her chest. She had stopped pacing hours ago, choosing instead to conserve her energy for the inevitable confrontation. When the sound of a key turning in the heavy metal door reached her ears, her body tensed.
Nelson set his glass down with a sharp clink against the mahogany desk. His jaw clenched as he leaned back in his chair, contemplating his next move. Bianca’s defiance was an irritation he hadn’t anticipated. She had always been strong-willed, but this time, her resistance threatened to disrupt his meticulously laid plans.He reached for the intercom, pressing a button. “Bring me Carlos. Now.”Minutes later, Carlos, his most loyal enforcer, entered the study. Dressed in black, his imposing figure carried an air of silent menace.“You called, Mr. Brown?” Carlos asked, his voice steady and cold.Nelson leaned forward, his fingers steepled under his chin. “Bianca is becoming a problem. She’s making too much noise in that room. I need you to remind her why she’s here and ensure she stays quiet. Do whatever it takes—but keep her alive. She still has a role to play.”Carlos nodded, his expression unchanging. “Understood.”“And Carlos,” Nelson added as Carlos turned to leave, “if she so much
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.
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
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
Monday morning came all too soon. Victoria Morgan contemplated whether to get up and go to work or stay back in bed. The truth she really had no option, if she didn't go to work she could lose her job. She stole a glance at her fiance who was stretched out beside her on the bed. He was still asleep and she took a moment to admire his body in the light. They had spent the weekend together in his apartment, that was after he had asked her to marry him. Nelson Brown was the right man for her, she thought as she smiled at herself contentedly. They've been dating for four years now, but despite so many problems they've had in the relationship she was assured of his love for her and she loved him as well. Victoria braced one hand against the blanket, about to get to her feet when Nelson's hand closed around her wrist. "Where are you going? " he murmured, sounding still half asleep. "It's a Monday morning my love, I have a job to go to. " Toria gave a little shrug, "though I reall
Victoria Morgan walked into the restaurant where her friends were waiting to have dinner together and quickly spotted them at their usual table. "Finally. " said Becca, Victoria's best friend who had helped her when she newly relocated eight months ago far away from Nelson. "I'm sorry I am late. " Victoria said as she drew out a seat to join them. "Aren't you always? " Bianca hissed out. Victoria eyed her, she knew Bianca didn't like her much, she wasn't really fond of her either but she was Becca's friend. "I said I am sorry. " Victoria said angrily. "It's okay, let's order already I am hungry." Becca cuts in. "But Mildred isn't here yet. " Bianca says, "I thought us meeting today is because of the big news she has for us. ""Yes, receiving the news with filled stomach seems better. " Becca scoffed and goes ahead to wave down a waiter. "Hello sweethearts, sorry I kept you waiting. " Mildred greets her friends with a peck each on their cheek before taking a seat with them. "So
Victoria was set aback by the expression on the faces of her friends who had come to take her out that weekend. They had succeeded in cajoling her to leave the work she had brought home and go out with them, and she had took her time to dress up only for them to wear a disappointed look. "What are you wearing? " Bianca asked disgustedly "What's wrong with what I am wearing? " Victoria asked confused. Becca shook her head in disapproval. "No way! You are not coming with us looking like this". "How do I look? " Victoria asked perplexed. "Do you have to ask, wearing such a dress that does nothing but conceals your beautiful shape". Bianca answered instead.Victoria takes a good look at herself. She was wearing a loose-fitting flower print dress with the length below her knee. She also had no jewelry on. "Well, I feel comfortable and really like what I am wearing". "What?! " Becca exclaimed, "what happened to your sense of fashion? ""That's if she had any. Ever since I met her, sh
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.
Nelson set his glass down with a sharp clink against the mahogany desk. His jaw clenched as he leaned back in his chair, contemplating his next move. Bianca’s defiance was an irritation he hadn’t anticipated. She had always been strong-willed, but this time, her resistance threatened to disrupt his meticulously laid plans.He reached for the intercom, pressing a button. “Bring me Carlos. Now.”Minutes later, Carlos, his most loyal enforcer, entered the study. Dressed in black, his imposing figure carried an air of silent menace.“You called, Mr. Brown?” Carlos asked, his voice steady and cold.Nelson leaned forward, his fingers steepled under his chin. “Bianca is becoming a problem. She’s making too much noise in that room. I need you to remind her why she’s here and ensure she stays quiet. Do whatever it takes—but keep her alive. She still has a role to play.”Carlos nodded, his expression unchanging. “Understood.”“And Carlos,” Nelson added as Carlos turned to leave, “if she so much
Nelson sat behind his desk, sipping a glass of whiskey while reviewing a list of influential guests for the wedding announcement party. His assistant, stood nearby, taking notes on his instructions."Make sure every major media outlet is there," Nelson said, his tone smug. "I want this event to dominate headlines. Victoria and I will be the power couple of the decade."His assistant nodded, but her eyes flickered with unease. "Of course, Mr. Brown. And about Bianca—she's been making a lot of noise in the room she is locked in."Nelson’s expression darkened, his grip tightening on the glass. "Yes. Find her. I will take care of that."His assistant nodded and quickly left the room.----Bianca sat on the edge of the small cot in the dimly lit room, her arms folded tightly across her chest. She had stopped pacing hours ago, choosing instead to conserve her energy for the inevitable confrontation. When the sound of a key turning in the heavy metal door reached her ears, her body tensed.
The next morning, Gerald paced his living room, his phone pressed tightly to his ear. His concern for Victoria and Cherish was mounting, and now Bianca’s absence added to his unease. When the line finally connected, he exhaled in relief. “Gerald?” Mildred’s voice came through, curious and slightly alarmed by the early call. “Is everything okay?” “No, not really,” Gerald admitted, running a hand through his hair. “Have you heard from Bianca?"Mildred frowned, her voice turning serious. “No, I haven’t. The last time we spoke was two days ago. She hasn’t returned my calls, and it’s unlike her to go silent like this. Why? What’s going on?” Gerald hesitated, glancing toward the window as he gathered his thoughts. “I think Nelson has something to do with this,” he said finally. “He told Victoria last night to call me and forced her to tell me to sign the divorce papers. He even threatened Cherish.” Mildred gasped, her grip tightening on her phone. “That man is a monster. Did Victori
Realizing she was cornered, Bianca exhaled sharply and pulled the folder from her bag. She held it out to him, her jaw clenched. “There. Happy?” Nelson took the folder, but instead of opening it, he studied her face. “You’re clever, Bianca, but you’re not as clever as you think. What were you planning to do with this?” She tilted her chin defiantly. “Nothing. I was curious, that’s all.” “Curious,” he repeated, his tone mocking. He stepped closer, towering over her. “Curiosity can be dangerous. Especially when it involves me.” Bianca swallowed hard but refused to break eye contact. “Are you going to let me go or not?” Nelson's smirk faded into a steely glare, and the tension in the air thickened. He didn’t need to raise his voice to command attention. With a flick of his wrist, the guard tightened his grip on Bianca’s arm.“You think I’m just going to let you walk out of here after this stunt?” Nelson asked, his voice calm but icy. “I don’t think so.”Bianca’s defiance falt
Bianca's panties were already soaked by the time they got into Nelson's study. "I would have preferred the bedroom." she said in a hoarsed voice."No place I can't please you." Nelson retort and then bends her over the desk, "I remember this is your favorite position."Nelson’s hands gripped Bianca’s hips as he bent her over the desk, his movements assertive, dominating. The room was dimly lit, the shadows playing across the dark wood of the study. Bianca’s breath hitched as his fingers traced the curve of her spine, teasingly slow, yet firm in their intent.“You haven’t changed a bit,” he murmured, his voice low and filled with amusement. “Always craving the thrill of the forbidden.”Bianca tilted her head slightly, glancing back at him with a smirk. “And you’ve always loved being in control, haven’t you?”Nelson’s chuckle was dark as he leaned closer, his breath hot against her neck. “It’s not just control. It’s about knowing I’m unforgettable.” He rubbed his bulge against her butt
Bianca sighed as she finished her wine, the weight of the situation finally catching up to her. She stood, smoothing the fabric of her dress, and glanced at Gerald and Mildred.“There’s one more thing,” she said hesitantly, her voice softer now. “Nelson mentioned something about ‘everything being ready’ soon. I don’t know what he’s planning, but it sounded like there’s a timeline.”Gerald’s frown deepened. “Did he give any indication of what ‘ready’ means?”Bianca shook her head. “No. He’s being cryptic, as usual. But it sounded important—something he’s been working on for a while. Maybe it has to do with the wedding, or maybe it’s something bigger.”Mildred leaned forward, her expression serious. “If there’s a timeline, we need to move faster. We can’t let him go through with whatever he’s planning.”Bianca nodded, her confident demeanor returning. “I’ll do what I can. I’ll keep pressing him, and see what else I can get.” she said and grabbed her purse and headed for the door. “I’ll