Margarette Reynes endured years of mistreatment from her husband, following her marriage to the wealthy clan of Montefalco. Her life with her husband was devoid of true love, leaving her feeling lonely and unfulfilled. Justin Montefalco, her husband, showed little concern for his wife as his attention was drawn towards his first love, Regina Hudson, leaving Margarette feeling neglected. Margarette endured a series of hardships, including betrayal and mistreatment. Unfortunately, her life took a dark turn when she was unjustly accused of theft by the Montefalcos. This accusation shattered her marriage to Justin, leading to her expulsion and divorce. "Revenge is what I shall seek. Wait ‘til you all see!" Margarette makes a solemn vow to herself as she exits the Montefalco estate. Margarette defied expectations by refusing alimony in her divorce, and now she returns as a renowned international actress to make a grand entrance at a Montefalco party. As Marga elegantly made her way down the aisle, everyone's attention was immediately captured by her, including Justin and his family. With a grand entrance, Marga is set on making the Montefalcos pay for the hardships they put her through. Now the tables will turn as Margarette Reynes finally returns.
Узнайте большеI recline my body serenely on the plush bed. My garments lay discarded on the floor.
As I stood there unclothed, my skin adorned with a multitude of passionate imprints of his. My legs felt slightly slick, a lingering reminder of the passion we had just shared.
My ebony locks cascaded gracefully down my small frame, exuding an air of elegance and sophistication. All for his eyes. Although I appeared calm and composed, being in his presence still brings me nothing but a tingling thrill.
"What's the matter, Marga?"
A firm grip enveloped my delicate waist from behind. His calloused fingers caressed my skin as he skillfully reached down.
I simply adored it when Justin affectionately referred to me by that nickname of mine, especially when he whispered it gently in my ear. It seemed incredibly captivating, causing ny heart to skip a beat.
Justin's eyes fluttered open, taking in the sight of my body. Yet, his hands continued to move without pause. He was filled with an irresistible allure.
I spun around, my cheeks tinged with a rosy hue. Justin had always been incredibly talented between the sheets. The undeniable connection between us was electric. Every time, we would only pause when both of us were completely worn out.
I grasped Justin's hand, my face filled with a heartbreaking expression of innocence. "Justin, please reconsider our situation. I don't want us to end our marriage." I told him.
When he heard my words, Justin's hand froze and the desire in his eyes slowly faded away. His voice, though slightly raspy, maintained a soothing quality. "Marga, you are quite obedient, aren't you? Why are you suddenly becoming stubborn now?
"Regina has returned, you know." I respond back.
Of course I was well aware. Regina was the woman Justin longed for but could never have.
Had Regina not been the illegitimate daughter of the distinguished Hudson family, and if Madam Victoria of the Montefalco's had not set her sights on a better wife for Justin, she might have become his wife and not me.
I, on the other hand, came from a humble background, with parents who had made the ultimate sacrifice to protect Madam Victoria. My family’s history was unassuming and pure.
Madam Victoria, driven by a desire to distract Justin from his thoughts of Regina and to show gratitude to my family, the Reynes clan, for their life-saving actions, compelled Justin into a marriage with me.
Over the course of three years, I found myself swept into the world of the affluent Montefalco family, ultimately becoming Justin's devoted wife. We instantly had an exceptional connection. Yet, through these time, I had never truly captured Justin's heart. Right from the start, Justin made it clear to me that everything was merely to please Madam Victoria.
"Nothing to be afraid of my little rabbit, as long as we remain married, you will always be the one and only Mrs. Montefalco," he declared. "You are free from the clutches of bullies and no longer burdened by any grievances. Although you should be aware that we'll be parting ways in three years. When the time comes, I'll provide you with a generous amount of compensation that will ensure you a lifetime of comfortable living. Not unless you reckless spend them lavishly. I'm out of it, of course."
Justin likes to address me that way since I possessed a gentle demeanor, akin to that of a delicate white rabbit, devoid of any assertive force or intimidation.
Also, Justin usually exerted a commanding presence over me every time and I always end up being a coward rabbit clinging to him.
Justin never had any concerns about me being disobedient.
Little did he realize that my motives for marrying him were not driven by wealth. I had only married him out of a profound affection for him.
Now, my hopes were on the verge of being crushed.
“I don't wish to be separated from you, Justin.”
“Now, now, little rabbit. It will ruin my mood if you continue to be like that.”
Despite three years of kind, thoughtful, and compliant behavior in bed, Justin had not developed romantic feelings for me.
I whispered, "Justin..."
Whenever I spoke Justin's name, my voice exuded a tender and genuine affection.
“Marga, you know that for the time being I evoked a strong desire in you, in order to shield and claim you, ensuring that no one else could lay eyes on you but me alone.” Justin said, shifting the subject.
This instantly left me becoming enamored into him once again, making me completely forget what it was that was bothering me since earlier for a moment.
Justin often found himself captivated by my alluring voice and seductive demeanor, envisioning the intense pleasure he would experience in my presence.
He purposefully disregarded the frustration bubbling within him.
"What is it?" he inquired.
"I... I believe I may be expecting a child though." I summoned the bravery to speak my mind. This was my final move to hold onto to him hopeful that it would work somehow.
Surprisingly, Justin's face immediately turned serious. "What?!"
And it caused my heart raced as I hesitantly confessed, "Um...I Think I'm pregnant. I'm....we're going to be expecting a baby..."
Justin blurted out, "No. abort it. You know I won't alter my decision due to this child, and I cannot allow this child to become a nuisance to me and Regina in the future."
His statement made me fell numb. This baby was supposed to be the undeniable connection that bound us together, intertwining out lives in a way that felt almost fated.
And yet, In Justin’s opinion, it was just an eyesore to Regina. To think this is a precious life that also came from him.
Justin was such a cruel man, husband and a father.
My heart was filled with a mix of emotions, and yet I couldn't resist letting out a laugh. "Pfft!" hiding my true emotions.
"What's so funny?" Justin observed my unpredictable actions with a frustrated expression.
"I was just lying to you in order to prevent our separation actually," she confessed. My demeanor was calm, yet my heart was filled with sorrow.
"You lied to me?" Justin asked, completely naive of my true feelings.
I gave a slight nod. "Indeed. If you doubt my words, we can always visit the hospital for a thorough examination."
I was well aware that if i didn't refute the accusation, Justin might resort to extreme measures against the child. I simply couldn't believe it.
Justin appeared to breathe a sigh of relief. He was not thrilled about my pregnancy. Even if I could abort the baby inside my womb, he knew that it would still be quite a hassle.
"That's for the best. Margarette, I'd rather avoid any conflicts with Regina. If you're truly expecting a child, I can offer you an extra hundred million dollars. If you abort this child, you know very well that it will benefit you as well. It won't have any impact on you should you plan to have a second marriage."
Second marriage? I thought. I was filled with a sense of resentment hearing those from my very own husband.
And yet, I still mustered a smile. "You don't have to worry about any financial obligations, Justin. I told that I was just joking about expecting a child. If you still doubt me, I think we should consider going to the hospital for a check-up, just to address any suspicions you may still have."
Justin rose from the bed, his spirits lifting once more. He embraced me, his hands gently caressing my delicate curves. He inquired about my future plans once their marriage came to an end as he asked, “What are your plans after the divorce though?”
I then surrendered myself to his embrace, my body molding against his with a tender vulnerability. “Well, I have a strong desire to pursue a career in the entertainment industry.”
The rain was falling again.It always did on days like this—days that felt like endings.I stood on the edge of the cliffs overlooking the stormy waters of Anacortes, my coat pulled tightly around me, the hood shielding my face from the wind that carried the scent of salt and something older—something like goodbye.Leon stood behind me. I didn’t have to turn around to feel him there. His presence was familiar now, carved into my skin like muscle memory. He’d been my gravity, my storm, my salvation, and my ruin—sometimes all at once.“It’s really over, isn’t it?” I whispered, more to the wind than to him.He didn’t answer right away. His silence was as heavy as the stormclouds above us.“I wanted to fix everything for you,” he said finally, his voice hoarse, like it had been dragged across a battlefield. “I wanted to give you a life that didn’t hurt.”I closed my eyes. The ache in my chest pulsed with every beat of my heart. “You did,” I said. “For a while, you did.”I heard the crunch
I took a deep breath, steadying myself. “I’m not the same person I was before,” I said, my voice firm, unwavering. “And I’m not walking away this time.”The man’s eyes flickered with a moment of doubt, just enough for me to catch. And then, before I could even register what had happened, Leon moved.Faster than I could blink, Leon was in front of me, his hand grabbing the gun and twisting it out of the man’s grasp. The force of it sent the man stumbling back, but he didn’t go down easily. His bodyguards rushed in, but Leon was already a step ahead, disarming one of them with a swift, calculated move.I stood frozen for a moment, trying to process what I was witnessing. Leon—always so calm, always so careful—was ruthless. He was like a force of nature, determined to protect me at all costs.But the fight wasn’t over yet. The man recovered, his eyes burning with rage. “You really think you’ve won?” he spat, his voice dripping with venom. “You’re nothing but a pawn in a game you can’t ev
The sound of boots drew closer, pounding the floor with an urgency that echoed through the cavernous halls of the estate. My heart raced as the reality of what I had just heard crashed into me like a tidal wave. The man who had once been a part of my life—my family’s betrayer, the one who had orchestrated their deaths—stood there, calmly, as if this was just another night for him.Leon’s grip on my hand tightened, but I didn’t let him pull me away. I could feel the air thickening with tension, the walls pressing in as everything I thought I knew began to crumble.The intruders were only moments away.The man—he—smirked, watching us. “You think this will end well? You’ve no idea what you’re up against. My people are everywhere.”I took a step forward, ignoring Leon’s silent plea to retreat. “You killed them. And you thought I would be the next one to fall in line?” My voice was a whisper, but it held a power I hadn’t realized I had. “You were wrong.”The man’s face faltered, just for a
Next Morning at the Estate Archives. The basement was cold and damp, and the air smelled of mildew and secrets. Old boxes lined the walls, labeled in my father’s tidy script. Financial records. Land deeds. Correspondence.Leon sifted through a crate of documents while I dug through another.Then something caught my eye.A faded folder labeled: Project Thornfield.I opened it slowly.Inside were blueprints—plans for development across coastal land that was supposed to be protected forest. There were signatures from multiple board members, including names I recognized.And then, one I didn’t.N. Vallis.Leon leaned over. “You know that name?”I shook my head. “No. But look here—he signed off on the project two weeks before my parents died.”Leon pulled out his phone. “I’ll run a background check.”I kept flipping through the documents—and found something that made my blood run cold.An aerial photo.Of the cliffside. Our property.With a giant red X drawn over the coordinates where my p
THREE WEEKS LATER...The investigation moved faster than I’d expected. With the board fully on our side now, the paper trail unraveled like a thread pulled from an old sweater—each piece of evidence exposing the next. Shell companies. Forged contracts. Witnesses who had remained silent out of fear but were finally coming forward.Still, no one had seen him since the day of the summit. He had vanished without a trace. No flights. No offshore activity. No messages. It was like he’d disappeared into smoke.But Dorian didn’t believe in ghosts. “He’s hiding,” he said as he handed me a thick folder. “And this—this will force him out.”I flipped through the documents. Bank records. A property registered under an alias. Hidden deep in the woods outside of Anacortes. I felt my stomach twist.Leon stepped up behind me, his hand grazing my shoulder. “Let’s pay him a visit.”The cabin was barely more than a shadow tucked between trees. No lights. No car. Just silence and the thrum of insects in t
Sunlight crept cautiously through the cracks in the blinds, casting golden slivers across the hardwood floor of the safe house bedroom. I sat curled up on the edge of the bed, a blanket draped around my shoulders and the journal heavy in my lap. The cover was cracked, worn with age and secrets. My fingers hovered over the first page for what felt like an eternity.Leon was nearby—he hadn’t slept much, either. He stood at the window with a mug of black coffee, watching the world outside with quiet alertness. When I finally opened the journal, he turned slightly but didn’t speak. He knew I needed silence for this.The first entry was dated nearly two decades ago.July 14th. We signed the contract today. Two families, one future. The woman from Delmar Holdings is more cunning than I expected. She knows we’re desperate—and she used it. I told Mariana to trust me. That this was the only way. God help me, I hope I’m right.My breath hitched. Mariana—that was my mother’s name.I flipped thro
MARGARETTE'S POVBefore we could react, the door behind us burst open.Three armed men rushed in, dressed in black, their movements precise and rehearsed. Leon shoved me behind him, drawing his gun up in an instant. Dorian, who had been lingering near the entrance, took cover behind a cabinet, gun already out.“Elise’s father wasn’t bluffing,” I breathed, my heart hammering. “He had backup ready.”Leon fired the first shot, catching one of the intruders in the shoulder and sending him crashing to the floor. Chaos erupted. Dorian ducked low and returned fire, narrowly missing another attacker who retaliated with a spray of bullets that shattered the windows.I crouched behind an overturned table, the sound of gunfire drowning out my thoughts. The locket in my palm dug into my skin, its edges sharp—a painful reminder that I couldn’t afford to lose control now.“Elise’s father!” I shouted to Leon. “He’s escaping!”Through the haze of smoke and broken glass, I saw the man slinking toward
The sound of footsteps pounding in the hallway was the last thing I heard before the door slammed open.I barely had time to react before a rush of armed men poured into the room, their eyes scanning every corner, landing finally on me. There was no mistaking the intent behind their cold stares.“Get down!” Leon’s voice crackled through the earpiece again, but there was no time to obey. I couldn’t allow myself to hesitate—not now, not when the truth was within reach.I raised my gun, my hands steady despite the chaos unfolding around me. I wasn’t going down without a fight, not after everything I had lost. Not after everything Elise’s father had taken from me.Before the first man could react, I fired. The sound of the shot echoed in the confined space, the bullet finding its mark in the man’s chest. His body crumpled to the ground with a sickening thud, but the others didn’t hesitate. They moved in faster, their guns drawn, but I was ready.I ducked behind the desk, using it as cover
Dawn came in silver slivers through the cracks in the window. I hadn’t slept—not really. My mind was too loud, looping the footage over and over like a broken reel.Leon sat across from me at the table, sipping his coffee like it was the only thing keeping him grounded. Neither of us had said much since the footage. We didn’t need to. The truth had cut so deep, it didn’t leave room for small talk.But I had questions.And I needed answers.“How long do you think he’s known I survived?” I finally asked, voice hoarse.Leon didn’t look away from his mug. “Long enough to start covering his tracks. But he didn’t expect the locket to resurface.”My hand instinctively reached for it. The locket was warm now, like it had absorbed my grief and fury. Inside was a picture of my mother and me—her arm around my tiny shoulders, her smile soft but tired. A photo I hadn’t even remembered until last night.“He killed her,” I whispered. “He killed my father. For what? A project?”“Not just a project,”
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