Victoria couldn’t. The months of hurt, anger, and longing collided in that moment, and when he leaned in, she didn’t resist. His lips met hers, tentative at first, as though afraid she’d push him away. But when her hands gripped his shirt, pulling him closer, the kiss deepened, growing more urgent.He swept her into his arms, carrying her to the couch as if the weight of their emotions couldn’t wait another second. They lost themselves in each other, the years of love and pain fueling their passion.Gerald's hands wandered, dipping into the bodice of her dress and tweaking her nipples, sliding beneath her skirt to skim her thighs. Victoria whimpered, as she kissed him with everything she had and when she finally touched her wet pussy with his fingers she exploded.Curling her fingers into his jeans, she yanked them past his hips down his thighs. Gerald kicked them off with hurried, efficient movements, not wasting a second, and Victoria smiled at his eagerness.His cock stood erect in
“Victoria, wait!” Becca called out, hurrying after her. Victoria didn’t stop, her heels clicking against the pavement as she strode to her car. Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions—anger, betrayal, and the faint sting of vulnerability.“Victoria, please!” Becca’s voice cracked, and something about the desperation in her tone made Victoria pause.She turned sharply, her eyes blazing. “What could you possibly have to say to me, Becca? That you’re just another one of Gerald’s flings?”Becca flinched as if struck. “It’s not what you think. Please, just hear me out.”Victoria folded her arms, her glare icy. “You’ve got thirty seconds.”Becca took a deep breath. “I’m not here because of Gerald. I’m here because I want to fix this mess between you two.”Victoria blinked, her anger wavering. “Fix? You show up unannounced, and I’m supposed to believe you’re playing matchmaker?”“Yes,” Becca said firmly. “Gerald didn’t call me here. I came because I see how miserable he is without you. And befo
The room fell silent, her words hanging heavily in the air. Nelson’s jaw tightened, and he looked away, the bouquet slipping slightly in his grip.“Is this about Gerald?” he asked angrily, his voice laced with pain.Victoria hesitated, then nodded. “Yes. I... I still love him. I thought I could move on, but I can’t. It wouldn’t be fair to you.”Nelson closed his eyes, taking a deep breath before setting the flowers down on the table. “I see,” he said softly. “I always knew a part of you was still with him. I just hoped...I just hoped you'll be smart enough not to go back to him.”Tears filled her eyes. “I’m so sorry, Nelson. You’ve been amazing, and you deserve someone who can give you their whole heart. I can’t do that right now.”He shook his head slowly, his face a mixture of anger and something else. “Thank you for being honest,” he said after a long pause. “But remember what I told you when you came back to me?"Victoria sighed. "Nelson..."He shushes her and stepped closer, "Alw
Nelson's hands roamed over her waist, pulling her closer as the heat between them intensified. Becca let out a soft gasp, her head tilting back as his lips found the curve of her neck.Her thoughts whirled, caught between the fire of the moment and the consequences that loomed over them. “Nelson,” she murmured, her voice trembling, “this… this is madness.”He paused, his breath warm against her skin. “Maybe it is,” he replied, his voice low and gravelly. “But you want this too, don’t you? The pull. The need.”Becca’s hands rested on his chest, her fingers clutching his shirt. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears as she searched his eyes. She could see the turmoil, the frustration that matched her own. But there was something more—something unspoken that made it impossible to step away.She bit her lip, her resolve weakening as his hand slid to the small of her back. “This doesn’t change what I think about you,” she said softly, her words more to herself than him.Nelson nodded, his foreh
The golden rays of the setting sun bathed the park in a warm glow. Laughter echoed as Victoria watched her daughter, Cherish, as she walked wobbly around the park, her curly hair bouncing with each step. Gerald chuckled beside her, his hands in his pockets as he admired their energetic one-year-old.“She’s unstoppable,” Gerald said, smiling.“She gets that from you,” Victoria replied with a teasing nudge.They walked side by side to a nearby bench, settling down as Cherish wobbled round and round, her giggles filling the air. For a moment, the world felt peaceful, and Victoria allowed herself to breathe.“I'm so gald we could spend today together as a family,” Gerald said, breaking the silence. His tone was casual, but his gaze was steady.Victoria hesitated, knowing exactly where this was heading. “I don't know if things can ever get back to normal.” she replied, avoiding his eyes.Gerald wasn’t convinced. “Nelson?” he asked, his voice laced with curiosity.Victoria’s heart skipped a
The mysterious photographer reviewed the pictures, their phone buzzing with an incoming message. They smirked as they attached several of the photos and hit send. Whoever was on the receiving end of those images had plans—and Victoria’s peaceful moment in the park was about to be disrupted in ways she couldn’t yet imagine.His phone buzzed again:Get the girl.An order that had an urgency tone to it. It was now or never.-----As Victoria drove home, the soft hum of the car’s engine filled the silence. Her mind was restless, still mulling over her conversation with Gerald. How was she ever going to get away from Nelson?Her phone buzzed in the console, and she glanced at the caller ID. It was Becca. Pulling over to the side of the road, she answered, curiosity prickling at her.“Becca? What’s up?” Victoria asked, trying to keep her tone light.“Victoria,” Becca’s voice was tense, almost shaky. “I need to tell you something. It’s about Nelson.”Victoria’s stomach tightened. “What about
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
The air inside the courtroom was thick with tension. Every seat was filled, and the atmosphere buzzed with anticipation. Reporters sat at the back, cameras ready to capture the moment.Victoria’s heart pounded as she scanned the room in search of Gerald. She hadn't seen or spoken with him ever since that day he left.Mildred. Bianca. Becca.They were all seated around her, to give moral support.And then—her eyes landed on Gerald, sitting way behind in the courtroom, he looked so unkempt with overgrown beard.My heart, went out to him. But for now we were all here to witness the downfall of Nelson Brown.This was it.The end of Nelson Brown.At the defendant’s table, Nelson sat motionless, his jaw clenched. His once-powerful presence had diminished—no longer the untouchable crime lord he once was. He had lost weight, his face was gaunt, and his expensive suit did nothing to hide the desperation in his eyes.But it wasn’t over yet.The prosecution was just getting started.The attorne
Nelson Brown sat in the small, dimly lit common area of the prison, staring at the old television bolted to the wall.His hands tightened into fists as the news anchor repeated the words."Sources say this footage directly contradicts previous statements given by officials tied to the case, raising questions about a possible cover-up. Nelson Brown, currently serving time for—"The cup in Nelson’s hand shattered against the floor.The entire room fell silent.The other inmates knew better than to speak when Nelson was angry.A guard approached cautiously. “Brown. You good?”Nelson slowly turned his head, his expression terrifyingly calm. “Phone call. Now.”The guard hesitated—then nodded, leading him to the secured phone.Nelson punched in the number with controlled precision.It rang once. Twice.Julian picked up."You have something to tell me?" Nelson’s voice was low, lethal.Julian kept his tone neutral. “You saw the news.”“I did. And I want to know who the hell betrayed me.”Juli
Victoria opened the door just enough for Julian to slip inside.The room was dark except for the faint glow of the bedside lamp. She glanced toward the bed—Gerald and Cherish still fast asleep.She turned to Julian. “You said we need to talk.”Julian studied her, his expression unreadable. “Yeah,” He exhaled sharply, his grip tightening on the door handle. “Nelson wants you dead. All of you. Including your daughter.” Her breath hitched. “Why are you telling me this?”"Because I can't bring myself to follow through with his orders." Julian answered."Then help me stop him." Victoria pleaded.A bitter chuckle escaped his lips. “You think it’s that simple?” He took a step closer, lowering his voice. “You don’t understand the kind of man Nelson is. The kind of power he still has.”“I understand just fine,” Victoria shot back. “But I also know you hesitated.”Julian’s eyes flickered.“If you were really as far gone as Nelson thinks you are,” she continued, “we wouldn’t be having this conv
Victoria’s breath hitched.The weight of Gerald’s words settled over her like a suffocating blanket. The cameras. The interrogation room. The truth recorded in grainy, inescapable footage.She gripped the sheets beneath her, her heart pounding so hard it threatened to crack her ribs.“Victoria?” Gerald’s voice was steady, but his eyes were sharp, searching her face. “You okay?”No. She wasn’t.Because if they got access to those tapes, Nelson’s threat would be undeniable. It would be proof—hard evidence that he was still pulling strings from behind bars.But it wouldn’t be all it revealed.Her body stiffened at the memory, shame crawling up her spine like a cold, unwelcome touch.The way Nelson had backed her into a corner. The way she had let herself get lost, let herself fall.She couldn’t let Gerald see that.“I—I don’t know if that’s the best idea,” she stammered, forcing herself to look away. “Even if we get the footage, who’s to say it won’t get buried? Nelson has people in his
The car ride to the daycare was filled with tense silence. Gerald gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white, his jaw clenched in unspoken frustration. Becca sat in the backseat with Victoria, her hand resting over Victoria’s in quiet reassurance.Victoria barely noticed.Her thoughts were consumed by one name.Nelson.She knew him too well. This wasn’t a coincidence. It wasn’t bad luck. It was him.Her heart pounded as she thought of Cherish, of what could have happened if they had been home.Gerald suddenly slammed his palm against the wheel, breaking the silence."This doesn't make sense!" he burst out. "Why would someone do this? Who the hell would want to burn our home down?"Victoria pressed her lips together, looking out the window. She wanted to tell him. She needed to tell him. But how?Would he even believe her?Nelson was behind bars. To Gerald, he was already dealt with, out of their lives. But Victoria knew he still had power. She had felt his influen
Victoria’s phone buzzed against the table, cutting through the low hum of the café. She glanced at the screen—Becca.Frowning, she picked up. "Hey, Becca, what’s—""Victoria! Where are you?" Becca’s voice was frantic, breathless."Why?" she questioned."Your apartment—it's on fire!" Becca screamed with terror in her voice.Victoria’s heart slammed against her ribs. "What?""I-I don’t know how it happened, but it’s bad! The whole building is up in flames—firefighters just arrived, but it’s spreading fast!"The world tilted.Victoria's fingers clenched around the phone, her breath hitching in disbelief."Is Cherish with you?" Becca asked with panic."She’s at daycare," Victoria quickly reassured her. "She’s safe. And Gerald's here with me."But nothing felt safe anymore.Victoria shot up from her seat, nearly knocking over her coffee. Gerald looked at her in alarm. "What’s wrong?"She could barely get the words out. "Our apartment… it's on fire."Gerald’s face went pale. "What?""We hav
Victoria sat in the quiet café, her fingers tapping anxiously against the wooden table as she stared at her phone. The moment Mildred left, she knew what she had to do. No more hiding. No more lying. Gerald deserved the truth, even if it shattered everything they were trying to rebuild.She took a deep breath and dialed his number.It rang twice before he answered. “Hey, sweetheart.” His voice was warm, familiar, and it sent a pang of guilt through her.“Gerald,” she said, her voice steady but tense. “Can you meet me at the café? I need to talk to you.”A pause. Then, “Is everything okay?”Victoria hesitated. “Just come. Please.”Another pause. Then, “I’ll be there in twenty.”She hung up and exhaled, trying to prepare herself for what she was about to do.No more games, Victoria. Just the truth.Twenty minutes later, Gerald walked through the door. He spotted her immediately, his expression unreadable as he approached. Dressed in his usual crisp button-down and dark slacks, he looked
Victoria sat in the corner of a quiet café, her fingers absently stirring the cappuccino in front of her. She had barely taken a sip, her mind too restless, her stomach too unsettled.The weight of last night’s dream lingered, thick and suffocating, and she knew she couldn’t keep it bottled up any longer. That's why she had called Mildred, and set up a meeting here.She needed advice, and maybe Mildred could give her. She was the only one out of her friends fully involved int the mess Nelson created.A few minutes later, the door swung open, and Mildred stepped inside, her sharp eyes scanning the café before landing on Victoria. She approached with that same effortless confidence, sliding into the chair across from her.“You sounded urgent on the phone,” Mildred said, raising a brow. “What’s going on?”Victoria hesitated. Now that she was here, she wasn’t sure where to start.Mildred leaned back, crossing her arms. “Does this have to do with Nelson?”Victoria let out a slow breath. “I
Nelson sat on the edge of his narrow cot, elbows resting on his knees, fingers interlocked. The dim fluorescent light buzzed above, casting sharp shadows across the cold, gray walls of his cell.His recent meeting with Victoria still haunted him. How could she say those words to her? Has she forgotten who he was?"You’re done. You’re nothing."His jaw clenched. His hands balled into fists.She thought she had won.She thought she could walk away, rebuild her perfect little life, and leave him to rot in this cage."You lose."The hell he did.A slow, dark smile curved his lips as an idea formed in his mind.Nelson stood, cracking his neck before stepping toward the cell bars. He spotted one of the new inmates—scrawny, nervous, desperate. The type who’d do anything for protection.Perfect."Hey, kid," Nelson murmured, leaning against the bars. The young man looked up, wary."You want to make yourself useful?" Nelson continued, his voice smooth, deceptively calm. "Do me a little favor, a