Victoria’s grip on the bag tightened as her mind scrambled for an explanation. The room felt suffocating under Nelson’s piercing gaze, his calm demeanor unnervingly deceptive.“I… I was just… taking some things to Gerald’s for our daughter,” she stuttered, forcing a shaky smile. “She’s been feeling down lately. I thought I’d spend the night with her.”Nelson’s eyes narrowed slightly, the faintest hint of a smirk tugging at his lips. He stepped closer, his imposing presence filling the room. “Cherish's feeling down, huh?” His tone was conversational, but there was an unmistakable edge to it. “Funny, you didn’t mention anything about this earlier.”Victoria swallowed hard, her heartbeat thunderous in her ears. “It just came up,” she said quickly, trying to steady her voice. “Her nanny called while I was out.”Nelson tilted his head, studying her like a predator sizing up its prey. “And you didn’t think to tell me before packing up and sneaking out in the middle of the night?”“I wasn’t
Victoria’s mind raced. She had to act fast, but she needed help. But who could actually help her? Her phone suddenly buzzed in her hand. She looked at it and saw a call from Gerald. With trembling hands, she picked the call, her heart pounding as she waited to hear the worst news ever. “Toria,” he whispered urgently when the call connected, “It's Cherish. She… she has been taken.”Victoria's sharp intake of breath was audible through the line. “What? How did it happen? Are you okay?”“I don’t know,” Gerald said, his voice breaking. “Last I remember, I was hit hard on the head. I woke up now and Cherish and her nanny are nowhere to be found.""It's Nelson." She told him immediately."How do you know?" he asked."He told me, though i thought he was bluffing." she answered, her eyes darting towards the direction Nelson had gone, hopin he wasn't listening on their conversation."I'm going to call the police on him." Gerald said firmly."No..." Victoria pleaded, "Please don't, he is goin
Victoria sat on the couch, her chest heaving as pain radiated through her ankle and tears blurred her vision. Her thoughts swirled in a chaotic storm, but one thing was clear—she couldn’t give up.She needed another way to reach Gerald. She didn’t know how, but she would find one. Cherish was out there, scared and alone, and her daughter needed her to be strong.Gingerly, Victoria shifted her leg, testing the limits of her injury. The sharp sting confirmed what she already knew—it was bad, but she’d have to push through. She glanced toward the door Nelson had disappeared through. His shadow loomed over her life, controlling her every move.She clenched her fists. Not for much longer.Her eyes darted around the room, searching for anything that could serve as a weapon or a means to call for help. Her gaze fell on a table lamp. It wasn’t much, but it was heavy and could buy her a chance to escape if Nelson returned and got too close.Victoria reached for the lamp, her fingers brushing i
As they dragged Becca toward the door, her eyes darted around the room, searching for anything she could use to defend herself, but she couldn't find any. So she kicked at the man’s shin, earning a grunt of pain but her defiance only seemed to fuel their aggression. “You’re going to regret that,” one of them snarled, grabbing her again with more force. This time, they didn’t hesitate. They bound her wrists with a zip tie and pulled a dark cloth bag over her head, plunging her into darkness. Becca’s breathing quickened as she felt herself being lifted and carried out of the room. Her muffled cries for help echoed in her own ears, but no one came to her rescue. Her mind raced with fear and determination. She couldn’t give up. Not yet. She had to believe that someone—Mildred, Victoria, anyone—would come for her. As the men loaded her into what felt like a vehicle, the sound of the engine roaring to life drowned out her muffled sobs. The vehicle jolted forward, carrying her away
Mildred hesitated for a moment, but then forced a calm smile. "Alright, Nelson," she said lightly. "Lead the way."He gestured for her to follow him, his movements sharp and commanding. As they made their way through the house, Mildred's mind raced. She knew that upstairs cry had to mean Victoria—or someone else—was being held against their will. She just needed to figure out how to confirm it and get the information back to Gerald without raising Nelson’s suspicions.Nelson led her into his study, a dark room lined with shelves of expensive leather-bound books and decorated with an air of superiority. He moved behind the massive oak desk and sat, gesturing for her to sit opposite him.Mildred took the seat, her back straight and her hands folded neatly on her lap. She could feel his eyes on her, trying to read her thoughts. She met his gaze with a composed smile."Now," Nelson said, leaning back in his chair, "tell me why you're really here. Spare me the act, Mildred. You're not one
Every breath was a moan, Victoria titled her hips up, desperately needing to be filled. The shame was gone, she wanted him inside her. But sadly some other woman was the one getting the nine inches she knew so well.Victoria closed her eyes and imagined Nelson with her, lowering his body along hers, then his hands spread her legs wide apart, and before then she imagined his tongue against her most intimate of places. She surged forward against the mattress with a loud cry, and kept going as he continued licking her up.The feeling was familiar and exotic, the very reason she had always found it hard to totally turn her back on Nelson. In no time, she came loudly, her nails scratching against the bedsheet, and her body bucking uncontrollably.As she laid her head on her hands, she knew she wasn't done with him yet. Her insides still needed to be filled with his hard cock.Moments later, the hard length of his cock slid into her moist cunt. Victoria moaned as he pushed inside, one thick
Mildred paced back and forth in her hotel room, her mind racing with thoughts of the encounter she’d had with Nelson. The memory of that muffled cry upstairs still gnawed at her. Gerald sat on the edge of the bed, his fingers steepled as he watched her anxiously.“Mildred,” he said finally, his voice steady but strained, “you’re making me nervous. Just tell me what you found out.”She stopped pacing and turned to him, her face grave. “Victoria is at Nelson’s house, Gerald. I heard her—upstairs. But it’s worse than that.”Gerald’s fists clenched on his lap, his jaw tightening. “Worse? What do you mean?”“I went there pretending to apologize,” she explained, sitting across from him. “I thought I could gain his trust, but Nelson’s too smart for that. He’s suspicious of me now.”“Then what do we do?” Gerald asked, his voice edged with frustration. “We can’t just leave Victoria there, Mildred. We have to act fast!”“I know,” she said, her tone firm. “But barging in there won’t work. Nelson
Becca sat frozen, her breath shallow, as Nelson left the room. The door clicked shut behind him, and the two men resumed their casual watch over her, one leaning against the wall while the other flicked his knife absentmindedly.But then, through the thick silence, she heard it—soft at first, then unmistakable. A child's cry.Her heart clenched as she strained her ears. The sound was coming from somewhere beyond the door Nelson had disappeared through. It was faint but clear enough to send a chill down her spine.That must be Cherish, Becca thought, her stomach twisting. He took her, too.The cry grew louder, more insistent, and Becca’s panic deepened. She couldn’t let Nelson keep that little girl in his clutches. Her mind raced as she considered her options, all while pretending not to notice the sound.The burly man shifted uncomfortably, glancing toward the source of the cry. “Boss’s new pet isn’t too happy,” he muttered.The lanky man snorted. “Kids are always loud. She’ll quiet d
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