SEX? AND THEN BLOOD...Jane's POV ❤️I was about to cum. "I am about to cum." I moaned. He rammed my pussy harder and I could feel it. I was about to cum. "Ahhh. I'm cumming daddy. I am cumming." He thrust into my pussy one last time while pinching both my boobs and I couldn't help it. I cummed instantly. "Ahhhhh." I stood up and my legs were vibrating. That was one of the best sex I had had so far. Compared to the one I had with Jason yesterday, I think this one was better. This was the greatest sex ever. I finally had my mind off Jason."Jane?" Who was that? I just heard someone call my name. It sounded like Jason's voice. Was I feeling guilty for having sex with someone else that I was hearing Jason's voice? I shouldn't have done this, but it was too late now. I had the best sex ever."What is going on here? Janeeee!!!" The voice yelled my name.I turned around and I almost dropped dead. It was Jason. What was he doing here? I pushed Bob away from my body and focused on Jason. W
MEMORIES BRINGS BACK YOU!Charles' POV ❤️The way her eyes beamed with joy as she set foot on the island. I could feel the sadness and pain she felt a while back slowly receding. I wanted to see her look like this every time. "It is beautiful." She exclaimed. My heart fluttered when she spoke. I would give her the island if she loved it so much. I would give her the world if she wants it The doubt in her eyes when I said I was going to make dinner for the both of us to eat. She looked like I was going to poison her. It was understandable and I couldn't blame her. I was stinking rich, people like me do not belong to the kitchen. I had servants who did almost everything for me so why bother? "What are you making?" I heard her scream out probably out of worry of her life. I turned to her with gleaming eyes and said "Spaghetti and meatballs" then smirked.The look in her eyes when I mentioned the food I was going to cook, she was probably worried. That was the only food I was confiden
WORRISOME HEARTCharles' POV ❤️The jet landed on the my private tarmac and Mr Tusch was already there, waiting for me to arrive. I got out at quickly as possible and he drove me back home. Here I was. Home sweet home. It was going to prove quite difficult without Bianca around. I was going to miss her for the time being. I took a deep breath and entered my house and my servants were already in position to welcome me. A voice squeaked in the distance and I could hear rapid footsteps rushing towards me. "Babe." The voice said, a familiar voice at that. She hugged me tightly from behind and I struggled for a while and finally got away from her.I had forgotten about her. I left the house without informing anyone, she must have been waiting patiently for me. I just hoped she didn't create a scene in my absence. "Hey." I managed to say. I knew what was coming next; series of questions. She puffed her cheeks at my vague response and looked dissatisfied about how I replied to her. "Hey? Wh
A BLOODY REUNION AMONG BROTHERS Charles' POV ❤️Mr Tusch circled around the compound of the hospital looking for a suitable place to park the car and avoid being seen by the reporters. This wasn't looking good. Who told them? Was Ma okay? Ma! I got worried instantly. Murmurs filled the air and the reporters tried to get a word or two from the man that came out of the hospital. Who was he? He shuffled around them and struggled to make a path for himself to escape them. Looks like he succeeded and I smiled, feeling happy for him. Reporters were the worst. I had always hated them from the beginning even before I got to be a CEO. They were trouble and it was quite hard to avoid them since I made a name for myself.He couldn't stop panting for air and I felt terrible for him. It must have been difficult trying to get away from them. The reporters were gaining on him and he ran for his dear life, afraid they might catch up to him again. Poor guy. I scrambled on the seat and tried to get
MA'S DYING WISH!Charles' POV ❤️I took a deep breath and nodded. This was it. She opened the door and I walked inside and she followed after me. My heart wouldn't stop beating fast. I was nervous. What if she doesn't forgive me? "He is here now, Madam." Miss Vee announced and walked out of the room. Ma lifted the tea cup from her face to look at me. We both stared at each other and said nothing. She gave me the warmest smile and tears dripped down my face. I couldn't control them."Ma." I cried out. I could see my mother's soft and beautiful face. Grey hair was starting to form on her head, she was getting old. How long has it been now? I can't remember. "Ma." I repeated and wiped the tears running down my cheeks but they wouldn't stop flowing. "Awww my sweet boy. Come sit." She said and I obeyed like a baby. I wiped my tears and looked at her."Tea?" She asked me. I nodded negatively but she still went ahead to pour me some to drink. We both sipped our tea in silence and I thought o
CARING FOR THE ENEMY Bianca's POV ❤️It became extremely lonely and quiet after he left. I stared into the distant space and reminisced on the time we just had now. What could have happened that made him react that way? For once, he didn't give me his cunningly looking gaze. He even faked a smile. I had never seen him look like that before, he looked extremely frightened.I let out a big sigh and Mr Matthew came to my side and handed me a blanket. I should ask him about it. "Here you go, Miss Bianca. I will prepare dinner for you." He said. I wasn't hungry, I had had dinner with Charles earlier. The cereal we had was more than enough to fill my tummy."I'm not hungry." I replied and formed a smile. "But... Miss Bianca, you only had cereal for dinner. I am pretty sure that wasn't enough." He argued. "Charles made it for me, so I am not even hungry." I said. I missed him already. I just hoped everything was okay with him. "But...""Mr Matthew?" I cut him off unknowingly. My eyes wer
ARE YOU IN LOVE WITH HIM?!Bianca's POV ❤️The ray of sunshine shone brightly and hit me on my face, and I was forced to wake up. I could scent the sweet and savory flavor of breakfast as it wavered around my nose. My tummy grumbled and it echoed in the bedroom, I guess I was hungry. Maybe that cereal I had for dinner wasn't exactly enough as Mr Matthew said.I got out of bed and went to the kitchen. Mr Matthew was busy making something and I smiled. "Good morning, Miss Bianca." He said delightfully and cracked two eggs into a bowl. "Good morning, Mr Matthew." I replied."And how was Miss Bianca's night? Hope you had a good rest." "I sure did. This place is amazing and oddly comfortable." I said. It felt really relaxing here. Maybe it was the fact that I was surrounded by the things I loved. I really love it here. "Yours?" I asked. It was rude not to ask him about his since he made effort to ask about mine."I am very glad you did. And I too definitely had a good sleep." He respond
THE ENEMY ARRIVES AT THE MONSTER'S CAVE.Charles' POV ❤️Ma smiled broadly and all I kept on thinking about was me not letting her down. It was impossible for me to decline her request now. There was no way the both of us could ever live together under the same roof, in the same place in peace and harmony. We were barely into five minutes when I arrived at the hospital and I almost ended his life. How was I ever going to restrain from killing him when we lived together?"Don't forget, Zac. You know what to do." Ma said and Zac nodded. What was it that she had planned this time? We were all leaving until Ma called out and told me to stay behind. "Charles? Wait." She said in the softest voice ever. Was everything okay? "You both can take your leave now." She said, referring to both Axel and Zac. She waited for the both of them to leave and when she was sure that they both had left and the door was closed, that was when she reacted. "Charles..." She spoke and I gulped. I didn't like th
Hi, readers ❤️ We have finally come to end of this chapter. Words can't reveal how much this means to me 💞 It took me two years or more to complete this book (I lost count), but I'm finally done. Yayyyyy 🥳💅 Thanks to everyone who was still sticking around with me even after my irregular uploads and updates. Thank you so much for trusting me and trusting the process cause it got to a point where I wasn't even sure of what I was doing. This is my first novel ever but in my opinion, it turned out far better than I had imagined (I tried for my first attempt). I made lots of errors, deviated from the story line a little bit, and there were days where I felt like giving up, but I'm extremely glad I didn't and that I pushed through. "You wouldn't know unless you try!" This has been my go to quote, my inspiration whenever I felt like giving up. Although it took me two years to complete it, there's no need for me to be hard on myself. So, this is my special thanks to everyone for stickin
HAPPILY EVER AFTER EPILOGUEBianca's POV ❤️"Charlesssss, hurry!!!" I screamed, a hint of impatience in my voice. "My gosh, what’s taking you so long?""Coming, babe!" Charles called back, but there was still no sign of him.Charles and I had been living on the island—my island—for a week now. He seemed to be starting to forget the weight of what happened to his brother, or maybe he was just trying to forget. One thing I knew for sure was how much happier he seemed now. He wasn’t completely over the past, but he was making progress, letting go of the guilt he had carried for so long.Since I owned the island now, I invited Zac and Kumiko to join us. It would be more fun with all of us together, and they were already on their way.I heard the door open behind me, followed by a hand wrapping around my waist. Charles kissed my neck, and I shivered. Now wasn’t the time for this. I couldn’t get distracted right now."Hey, little one. Sorry I took so long.""It's fine." I replied, but then
THE END OF A LOVE STORY Charles's POV ❤️ Bianca’s tears flowed freely, soaking into my shoulder as I held her close. Her trembling shoulders pressed against me, and I couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride and relief. I stroked her hair gently as she cried tears of joy into my shoulder. Each soft sob echoed the overwhelming happiness she felt. Seeing her this happy—it made everything worth it. She was happy, and that was all that mattered to me. Her grip on the documents tightened as though she feared they might disappear if she let go. “I love you so much, Bianca,” I whispered, my voice thick with emotion. “I love you more than I can ever say. Thank you for staying with me.” She pulled back slightly, just enough to look into my eyes, her own brimming with gratitude. “Charles, thank you for everything. Thank you for believing in me, for fighting for me, for... this.” Her gaze flicked down to the papers in her hands. "Thank you for everything, Charles. Thank you," she said betwee
THE BEGINNING OF THE END VIJason's POV ❤️The bar wasn’t crowded, but it wasn’t quiet either. A low hum of conversations mixed with clinking glasses created a steady rhythm. I sat in a corner booth, my fingers nervously tapping against the wooden table. The glow of the overhead light made the transparent liquid in my glass shimmer, but I hadn’t touched it. It had been three weeks since I met Mabel. Three weeks since she found me broken, bleeding, and lost. And now, even after I had been discharged from the hospital, she was still here. I couldn’t shake the thought—why does she care so much?I didn’t deserve her kindness. I hadn’t even fully healed emotionally. I still haven't fully gotten over Bianca yet, even though I knew she had found her happiness elsewhere. Meeting Mabel had been like finding a lifeline I didn’t know I needed. But was it fair to her? “Hey, Jason,” a familiar voice called out, soft yet vibrant. I glanced up and spotted Mabel near the entrance of the bar we h
WELCOME TO GREEN ISLAND II Bianca's POV ❤️ We had finally arrived at the island, and the sight before me stole my breath all over again. The expanse of the crystal-clear ocean shimmered under the golden sun, its waves crashing gently against the shore in a soothing rhythm. The air carried a salty tang, mingled with the earthy scent of the surrounding forest, which seemed greener and more vibrant than I remembered. As Charles and I stepped off the jet, my arm wrapped snugly around his, I couldn’t help but drink it all in. Everything felt surreal, like stepping into a painting that was somehow more alive than reality. It was astounding. Standing by the dock, Mr. Matthews was already waiting for us. It was almost as if he had some sixth sense for our arrival—or maybe he had just been standing there for hours, keeping himself entertained with the ocean waves, but the warm smile on his face showed no sign of impatience. In the distance stood the house, the only structure on the is
THE START OF A NEW BEGINNING Charles's POV ❤️It was finally the day to leave for the island. Mr. Tusch was driving, and Bianca and I sat in the backseat. She hummed a cheerful tune, her legs swinging back and forth like an overexcited kid. I couldn’t help but marvel at how effortlessly childish she could be. The drive was smooth, and soon, we arrived at my private airport. My jet stood waiting, sleek and ready for takeoff. Mr. Tusch brought the car to a halt. The moment the engine cut off, Bianca flung the door open and bolted toward the jet, her excitement spilling over. Meanwhile, my bodyguards approached. Two opened the door for me while the others began unloading the luggage from the trunk. “Welcome, Master Charles,” they chorused, their voices perfectly synchronized. Bianca paused mid-step when she realized I wasn’t following her. She turned back, hands on her hips, her expression somewhere between amused and impatient. “See you soon, Master Charles,” Mr. Tusch said w
REST WELL, MOTHER!Charles's POV ❤️It had been two weeks since Bianca was discharged from the hospital. With consistent physiotherapy and medication, she could walk again—though she still needed the wheelchair on some days.I glanced at the clock for the hundredth time in ten minutes, tapping my foot impatiently. Bianca was taking forever."Bianca!" I yelled, my voice carrying a mix of frustration and amusement."Coming, babe! Just five more minutes!" she called back, her tone cheerful.She'd been saying "five more minutes" for over an hour now. At this rate, we would miss the event entirely and that couldn't happen.I sighed in defeat and sank onto the couch, switching on the TV."...and in other news, Axel Bandra, the brother of business tycoon and multi billionaire Charles Bandra, has been found guilty and arrested for murder. Yes, you heard that right. Axel admitted to his crimes, along with several others, and is set to face trial tomorrow. He..."The reporter’s voice droned on,
IN YOUR ARMS, AGAIN!BIANCA'S POV ❤️I reached for an apple slice, but paused mid-motion when I noticed Charles. He hadn’t touched his burger. Instead, he was staring at his hands, his fingers clasped tightly together as if grounding himself.There was something different about him—something hesitant, almost fragile, and entirely unlike the Charles I was used to. The quiet between us stretched, the tension growing as he shifted slightly in his seat."Bianca," he said at last, breaking the silence, his voice soft and trembling.I glanced up from my apple, his tone catching my attention and catching me off guard. His burger sat untouched on the table, the scent of melted cheese and grilled beef wafting faintly in the air. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. He wasn’t looking at me but instead at his hands, which were clasped tightly together that his knuckles were beginning to turn white."No matter what happens," he said slowly, his voice almost a whisper, "and no matte
THE REUNION Bianca's POV ❤️The soft hum of a machine accompanied the warmth of sunlight that streamed through the thin hospital curtains, pooling on the bed, warming my face and forcing me awake. The hospital room smelled faintly of antiseptic, but the warmth of strong arms around my waist made it feel less lonely. The room was quiet, save for the faint hum of the heater and the steady rhythm of someone breathing beside me.Blinking against the light, I turned my head slowly, my heart softening at the sight of Charles sleeping next to me, his face mere inches from mine. In sleep, he looked so peaceful. His features, usually sharp with worry and determination, were relaxed while he was asleep. His furrowed brow relaxed, the usual tension in his jaw gone as it was no longer clenched as it usually was, and the faint lines on his forehead had smoothed out. It was as though the weight of the world on his shoulders had finally lifted for the first time in ages, leaving him at ease. His