As Gerald drives home, his mind is a whirlwind of emotions and thoughts. He replays the conversation with Eunice and his encounter with Mildred over and over in his head, trying to make sense of everything.Arriving home, he finds Victoria in the living room, engrossed in her phone. She looks up as he enters, a smile lighting up her face. "Hi, Gerald. How was your day?" she asks, her voice warm. Gerald forces a smile, trying to mask the turmoil churning inside him. "It was fine," he replies, his tone strained.Victoria frowns, sensing something amiss in his demeanor. "Is everything okay?" she questions, her concern evident. Eunice had just chatted her about their lunch, this was not the mood she was expecting.Gerald takes a deep breath, steeling himself for the conversation that needs to happen. "We need to talk," he says, his voice steady despite the storm raging within him.Victoria's brow furrows in confusion as she sets her phone aside, giving him her full attention. "About what
Mildred's heart pounds as she confronts Nelson, her hands trembling with a mix of anger and hurt. She finds him sitting on the bed in the hotel room, his expression one of feigned innocence as he looks up at her."Nelson, we need to talk," she says, her voice trembling with emotion.Nelson raises an eyebrow, his gaze flickering with curiosity. "What's on your mind, Mildred?" he asks, his tone casual.Mildred takes a deep breath, summoning all her courage as she meets his gaze. "I know about Victoria," she says bluntly, her words hanging heavy in the air.Nelson's expression falters for a moment, his mask slipping slightly before he quickly recovers. "What are you talking about?" he asks, his voice tinged with a hint of defensiveness.Mildred's jaw tightens as she refuses to back down. "Don't play dumb with me, Nelson. I know that you've been seeing her behind my back," she accuses, her voice trembling with anger.Nelson's facade crumbles as he realizes that Mildred knows the truth. "M
Nelson Brown heaves a deep sigh once Mildred has left the room. He knew he had hurt her, with his unwavering feelings for Victoria. But he couldn't do anything about it. There was just something about Victoria that possessed him. She was like oxygen, he needed her to live. And he knew she felt the same way too. Married and all, he cared less, he would have her soon, by his side.A sudden knock at his hotel room door commanded his attention. Who could that be? He thought as he moved to answer the door.“Mildred? I thought you've gone." He says with surprise in his tone.“I need you to fuck my brains out, till I can't feel this constricting pain in my heart," Mildred demanded, her voice urgent with need.Nelson, not wasting time, leaned in and kissed her. A horny kiss, his mouth coaxing hers open. She responded, with the stroke of her tongue against his. A delicious heat began to unfurl between their bodies.The heat snaked through Mildred's body, making her toes curl and her nipples ha
As Gerald quietly walked into his empty house, a scowl formed on his face. He was still hurting from everything and asked Victoria to leave the house for a moment while he came by to pack a few of his things. He couldn't stand to see her yet. As he walked into their bedroom a sudden knock on the door startled him. Who could that be? Better not be Victoria? He opens the door and sees the last person he expected. “What are you doing here, Mildred?" “I came to speak to your wife," Mildred answered and sauntered her way into the house. “She is not home at the moment." He looks at her, still in disbelief. “How come you know where I live?" “Nelson has been here before." She simply answered, a smirk on her face. Gerald frowns. Did she bring Nelson here? Did they have sex in his own house? “So does your wife's absence means your marriage is over?" Mildred asks. Gerald sighs deeply. “I still have a lot to process on that." “Well, I and Nelson made up and it made me realize I
Victoria Morgan has never felt more confused than she did at this moment. Was her marriage to Gerald over? Had things between them gone beyond repair? Had she finally lost the one man she truly loved? She finally breaks down in tears, her strength seeping out of her. She really didn't know what to do. She was totally lost. Her phone rings. It's Nelson calling. She hesitates before picking up. “What else do you want?" she says, exhaustion evident in her voice. “You, Toria. I want you right here beside me on my bed." he says in a seductive, husky voice. “What about Mildred? No longer keeping your bed warm?" she says, wanting to upset him. “Mildred is not you," He answered simply. “Well, she most definitely wants to be me, as she is now fucking my husband." she snaps, her teeth gritted. Nelson pauses, his tone shifting slightly. "What are you talking about?" Victoria feels a bitter laugh bubble up. "Oh, you didn’t know? Mildred and Gerald had sex in my house today. Funny h
Gerald exhales loudly before he knocks on the door of Mildred's hotel room. He shouldn't be here. But why had he come? Victoria was home waiting for him, but here he was at the doorpost of another woman.He breathes loudly again as the door clicks open. Mildred stands before him, looking seductive in the black lingerie she wears. Had she called him over to seduce him again? “You said we needed to talk," Gerald mutters, wanting to make it clear that was all he was here for. “Yeah. Come in," she ushers him in.Gerald hesitates for a moment before slowly walking in. The room is dimly lit, and he feels a mix of anxiety and curiosity. Mildred closes the door behind him and gestures to the bed for him to sit. “Mildred, why did you call me here? What more is there to say?” he asked instead. “Gerald, I’m not here to seduce you,” she begins, sensing his unease. “I’m sorry for the way things turned out. For everything.” Gerald sits down, his posture tense. “I'm sorry too. I don't know w
The kiss with Nelson heated things up in her body. For Victoria, that was what she needed on a cold day with the rain pouring torrentially outside. The fact that she was in her matrimonial home or was making out with her ex didn't seem to bother her again as all she wanted now was to feel as warm and hot as her insides felt at the moment.Their lips moved in a frenzied dance, fueled by a mix of nostalgia and raw desire. Nelson's hands roamed her body, reigniting old flames that had never fully extinguished. Victoria clung to him, craving the familiar touch that had once been her solace.Nelson pulled back slightly, his breath hot against her lips. "Victoria," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "Are you sure about this?"Victoria's eyes met his, a storm of conflicting emotions swirling within them. She knew this was a line they shouldn't cross, but the ache in her heart and the heat in her body overpowered her reason. She nodded, her voice barely a whisper. "Yes, Nelson. I nee
One month later... Eyes closed, Gerald stretched across his bed, arms extending above his head. A dull twinge slid along his shoulders. Groaning, he grabbed a pillow and placed it over his face to shut out the morning light creeping in through parted curtains. The crisp scent of newly washed sheets filled his nostrils.What he'd give to lie there and do nothing, but the day was calling to him. He had a full schedule. Not only did he have several appointments scheduled, he had a dinner outing with his wife tonight. She was already up from bed, he had to too.Gerald was happy with how things were going between him and Victoria. They had decided to make their marriage work, and have done so well in the past one month.But their happiness meant he had no chance with the sexy Mildred. He hasn't been able to stop thinking about the good sex they had, but he knew he couldn't give in to those thoughts. In reality, Victoria was the woman he loved, and they also always had good sex, just like
Victoria lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling, her body still tingling from Gerald’s touch. The warmth of their passion still clung to her skin, yet an unsettling feeling gnawed at her insides.She turned her head slowly, her gaze landing on Gerald beside her. His breathing was deep and steady, his face peaceful in sleep. He looked so content—so sure of what they had, of what they had just shared.But Victoria wasn’t.A sharp pang of guilt twisted in her stomach.Because as she closed her eyes during their lovemaking… it wasn’t Gerald she had imagined.It was Nelson.Her heart clenched as the truth settled in, suffocating and undeniable.She had wanted Nelson.She had pictured his hands on her, his lips on her skin, his voice whispering things only meant for her ears. And as much as she tried to push the thoughts away, they haunted her, creeping into her mind like a relentless ghost.Why?Why couldn’t she get him out of her head?Victoria curled her fingers into the sheets, frustrati
The atmosphere in the warehouse was thick with unspoken words and exhaustion. Victoria sat at the edge of the couch, her mind replaying her argument with Gerald over and over. He hadn’t returned since storming out, and though she knew he wouldn’t go far, his absence weighed heavily on her.In the next room, Becca had finally managed to get Cherish to sleep, while Bianca sat on the floor, absently spinning an empty glass bottle between her fingers. The silence was deafening, only interrupted by the occasional creak of the old wooden floorboards.Then, the sound of a car pulling up outside shattered the stillness.Bianca was the first to her feet, her posture tense until a familiar knock echoed through the door. Mildred.Victoria exhaled in relief as Bianca rushed to let her in. Mildred stepped inside, shaking off the cold, her sharp eyes scanning the room before landing on Victoria.“It’s done,” she announced, her voice firm but tinged with exhaustion. “Nelson is officially in police c
The car sped through the dark streets, the tension thick in the air. Victoria clutched the seatbelt, her pulse refusing to settle. Gerald drove like a man possessed, weaving through traffic, his gaze flicking between the rearview mirror and the road ahead.“He won’t stop,” Victoria murmured, more to herself than anyone else.“He won’t get the chance,” Nelson countered, his grip tightening on the wheel. “I made sure of that.”Victoria turned to her, eyes narrowing. “What do you mean?”Gerald smirked, glancing at Victoria briefly. “Mildred has handed over the documents to the police, Victoria. We gave them everything—names, locations, proof of every dirty deal he’s ever made. The police were just waiting for a reason to move in. And after what he pulled tonight?” He shook her head. “He’s done.”Bianca let out a low whistle. “Damn, Gerald. That's the best news I have heard in along time.”Gerald chuckled but kept his eyes on the road. “Just doing what needed to be done.”Victoria exhaled
Victoria pulled on her clothes with swift, practiced movements, her heart hammering in her chest. Cherish. The thought of her daughter being anywhere near danger made her stomach twist violently. She had endured a lot, played this sick game with Nelson longer than she wanted, but when it came to Cherish—she would burn this whole place down if she had to.Nelson tucked his gun into his waistband, eyeing her warily. “You should stay out of this.”She shot him a withering glare. “Try and stop me.”His jaw twitched, but he didn’t waste time arguing. Instead, he turned to his man at the door. “Who else knows?”“Just us,” the man answered. “But if Carlos is compromised, it won’t stay quiet for long.”Nelson muttered a curse under his breath. He grabbed a black jacket from a chair and threw it on before motioning for Victoria to follow.They moved quickly through the dimly lit hallways, the heavy scent of old wood and smoke filling Victoria’s nostrils. The tension in the air was suffocating.
As Carlos opened the door, Bianca pressed the gun against his lower back, urging him forward. The hallway was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of old wood and stale cigar smoke. Every creak beneath their feet sent Bianca’s pulse racing. She wasn’t free yet—one wrong move and this could all go sideways. Carlos kept glancing at her from the corner of his eye, but he didn’t dare make a move. He knew she wouldn’t hesitate to pull the trigger. As they approached the staircase, a sudden noise stopped them both in their tracks. The muffled sound of hurried footsteps. Someone else was trying to escape. Bianca’s grip tightened on the gun as she turned the corner—and nearly collided with a woman carrying a small child. Becca. Her eyes were wild with fear, her blonde hair disheveled, and in her arms, clutching tightly to her neck, was Cherish. The little girl was trembling, her tiny fingers digging into Becca’s shoulder as she buried her face against her. Becca gasped when she
Upstairs, Bianca sat on the cold wooden chair, her wrists bound tightly behind her back. The dim glow of a single overhead bulb flickered, casting eerie shadows across the room. The air was thick with the scent of dust and faint traces of cigar smoke—Nelson’s house still carried the stench of power and corruption.Her muscles ached from being tied up for hours, but her mind was sharp, calculating. She had been watching Carlos closely—the way his eyes lingered on her, the way he hesitated before roughening his grip, the way his breath hitched just slightly when she looked at him a certain way.Weakness.And she would use it.Carlos sat by the door, his chair tilted back slightly, a cigarette hanging between his fingers. His job was simple—keep watch, make sure she didn’t escape. But Bianca knew men like him. Men who wanted power but were desperate for something softer.Something tempting.She shifted slightly, her dress riding up just enough to expose more of her thigh. “Carlos…” she m
GVictoria followed Nelson up the winding staircase, her heart slamming against her ribs with each step. She knew she was walking straight into a trap, but she had no choice. She had to see Cherish. She had to get her out of here.Nelson led her down a dimly lit hallway, stopping in front of a door. He turned the knob and gestured for her to enter.Victoria hesitated. Something felt off."Go on," Nelson murmured. "Your daughter's waiting."Her breath hitched as she stepped inside, but the moment she did, a cold realization gripped her.The room was empty.No Cherish. No bed. Just four walls, a large, lavish bed in the center, and Nelson standing behind her, locking the door with a soft click.Victoria spun around, fury flashing in her eyes. "Where is she?"Nelson’s lips curled into a smirk as he stalked toward her. “Safe. For now.”Her pulse pounded. “You lied to me.”Nelson shrugged, his gaze dark and unreadable. “I told you that you’d see her soon. And you will—once I’m sure you’re s
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