Victoria tried all she could, to free herself from Nelson's hold, but he wouldn't let her go. The man had the strength of a stallion, she couldn't break free from him.“Let me go Nelson!" She screamed at him.“Not until you accept that you belong to me". he replied to her, tightening his hold on her.“Never!" She shouted at him.“Then you're not ready to leave".“Someone is going to see us and call the police on you". She said, trying to scare him.“Fine, then I will let the police know we had sex, and you want to dump me". he retorted.Victoria looks at him with shock.“Then everybody will know too, including your husband". he continued with his threat.“Are you trying to blackmail me?" Victoria asked, her voice trembling.Nelson's cold, calculating gaze never left Victoria's face, as if daring her to challenge him further. "Blackmail?" he repeated, his voice silky smooth. "I think of it more as insurance for our future together."Victoria shuddered as the weight of her predicament p
Gerald sat across from Eunice in a restaurant far away from home. He had invited her out to lunch because he needed some answers and he believed she could give them to him because she was his wife's closest friend at the moment.“Why are we here Gerald?" Eunice asks after they've made their food order.“I have some questions I believe you have answers to." He tells her.“About what exactly?" She probes.“Victoria." He answers simply, his gaze holding hers intensely.Eunice shifts uncomfortably in her seat, trying to gauge Gerald's intentions. She braces herself for the impending conversation, uncertain of what he might already know.Gerald clears his throat, his expression serious as he leans in slightly. "Eunice, I need to know about Victoria's recent activities. I've noticed some changes in her behaviour, and I can't shake the feeling that something's not right. You're her closest friend, you must have some insight."Eunice hesitates, torn between loyalty to her friend and her sense
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 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