Lord Bryan pulled out his d**k from her V and spank her laps hard after Zipping up his trouser."Arrgh"She screamed with sweat all over her face mixed with tears.She still couldn't believe he did this to her in the presence of all the maids. Oh God!"This is just the tip of the iceberg, Mia. Next time you try doing that again, I'll make sure to punish you severely and more than this.”“Go prepare me something nice to eat within 30 minutes and it shouldn't be more than that. "He uttered sternly and took the stairs.Mia stared at his retreating figure as she kept sniffing repeatedly.“Why am I being hurt this way? Why am I the only unfortunate child here? When would all of this be over? I'm just so tired of my life.”“This is a life I had planned for myself. This wasn't the plan my mother had for me when she was still alive and breathing.”She laid on the dining table trying to bring her legs together. but, it seems so impossible as all she could feel were unbearable pains.She manage
Brenda, the maid, quickly prepared Lord Bryan’s favorite dish and hurried up the stairs to Mia’s room.“Here it is, miss,” Brenda muttered as she entered, finding Mia lying face down on the bed.Mia immediately sprang up, her body aching slightly, though she masked it well.The discomfort between her legs was hard to ignore, but she forced herself to stand straight.“You’re done?” Mia asked, extending her hands for the tray.“Yes, miss,” Brenda responded quietly.“Alright, thank you so much for this. I’ll repay you one day,” Mia said earnestly, her voice filled with genuine appreciation. Brenda smiled in response.“You don’t have to, miss. Please go ahead. Lord Bryan might be waiting already,” Brenda said, before excusing herself and leaving the room.Mia sighed heavily, feeling a knot tighten in her stomach.I can’t believe I’m going back to that room again… the same room that caused me so much pain.Her thoughts churned with anxiety. I just hope everything goes well.She walked towa
Raymond sat on the couch, his mind wandering back to the past, the bitterness growing with every passing second.His fingers tightened around the edges of the cushion as he replayed the memory over and over again.The memories of her—of how she broke him, shattered the man he once was.The hatred he had for women swelled inside him, and it felt as though nothing could ever undo the damage she had caused.#Flashback.“Baby, please, what have I done wrong?” Raymond pleaded, his voice hoarse with desperation. He dropped to his knees before her, eyes begging for her mercy.“If I have hurt you in any way, please forgive me. Please give me another chance. I’ll love you even more than before.”She stood in front of him, a wicked grin curling on her lips, as if she were enjoying the spectacle of his agony.“I just said I don’t want this relationship anymore!” she snapped, twirling around the room, her palms pressed together in mock prayer.“Don’t you get it? He’s richer than you, more handsom
Logan sat back in his chair, a smug smile spreading across his face. The thrill of finally having something against Bryan Chapman sent an intoxicating rush through his veins. He had waited for this moment—waited for the perfect opportunity to strike and watch Bryan crumble. And now, he had it.“I need you to do something for me,” he said, his voice laced with authority.“Anything, sir,” his private investigator responded, standing attentively before him.Logan leaned forward, his smirk deepening. “Station a spy at Bryan’s house. I need every detail of what goes on in that place. Every conversation, every movement—I want it all.”“I’ll make sure it’s done, sir,” the PI assured him.“Good,” Logan said, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “I don’t tolerate disappointments.”“I won’t fail you, sir,” the PI promised, giving a slight nod before exiting the room.As the door clicked shut, Logan let out a quiet chuckle, reveling in his impending victory. “Bryan Capel,” he muttered, leaning
Rukky stepped cautiously out of her room, glancing from side to side to ensure the coast was clear. With careful steps, she attempted to tiptoe toward the door.“And where are you going, Rukky?”The deep voice startled her, and she spun around to find her father emerging from the kitchen.Her heart pounded in her chest as she scratched the nape of her neck, trying to come up with a convincing lie.“Um… I’m just going to see Anna,” she stammered, struggling to maintain a casual tone.Her father raised an eyebrow. “Really? Anna? Your mother told me you two fought. Are you seriously lying to me right now?”Rukky shifted uncomfortably. “Yes, we fought, but I want to apologize to her for causing it. That’s why I’m going to see her,” she said impatiently, hoping to avoid any further questioning before her mother appeared.Her father exhaled as if deciding whether to believe her. “Alright—”A loud car horn interrupted him. They both turned toward the door.“Whose car is that?” he asked, alre
Bryan sat on his bed, his head lowered, deep in thought. The room was dimly lit, casting long shadows across the walls. He let out a heavy sigh and reached for the bottle of whiskey beside him, pouring himself another glass. Just as he brought it to his lips, a knock echoed from the door.His jaw clenched in irritation. He wasn’t in the mood for company.“What is it?” he barked, his voice sharp and unwelcoming.“Sir, it’s about Rex,” a voice hesitantly responded.Bryan’s frown deepened at the mention of that name. He emptied his glass before answering. “Is he starving like I ordered?”“Yes, Lord Bryan.”“Then come in and tell me why you’re disturbing me.” He refilled his glass as the door creaked open.The guard entered, bowing respectfully before speaking. “Lord Bryan, Rex is in a terrible state due to his chopped fingers. The bleeding hasn’t stopped.” He hesitated before adding, “He might not last much longer if he doesn’t receive treatment.”Bryan scoffed, swirling the dark liquid
Bryan walked toward the back of the mansion, leading Mia down the long hallway that opened up to the swimming pool area. His steps were slow but purposeful, his mind set on punishing her in a way that would make her think twice before ever defying him again. Did she think he was someone who forgave easily? No one crossed him without consequences.Just as they were about to reach the poolside, hurried footsteps echoed behind them. Bryan frowned, his sharp instincts making him turn slightly. A moment later, Phillip ran up to them, panting heavily as if he’d just sprinted across the entire estate.Bryan’s face darkened in irritation. “What’s the problem? Why are you running like someone being chased?” His gaze swept around them, his paranoia making him scan the surroundings for any possible threat.Phillip shook his head, still catching his breath. “No one is chasing me, my lord.”“Then why the hell are you chasing after me? Have you lost your mind?” Bryan growled, his patience wear
Logan’s smirk widened as he watched Rukky openly drool over him. He knew he was handsome—every woman’s dream. Bryan was just stealing the spotlight that should have been his. If only he could dance and sing like Bryan, he would have already taken everything Bryan cherished the most.“Hey, will you get in the car or just keep admiring my handsomeness?” he teased, grinning widely.“Uh… yes… yes,” Rukky stammered, snapping out of her daze. Embarrassed, she quickly made her way toward his car, mentally scolding herself for being so obvious. She couldn’t help it, though. Who wouldn’t drool over a man like Logan? He was drop-dead gorgeous.The moment she reached the car, she slipped into the front seat. As Logan put on his sunglasses, which had been hanging on his T-shirt, he smirked and started the car, speeding off.~~“Where is this place?” Rukky asked as they stepped out of the vehicle, her eyes scanning the impressive mansion before her.“This is my house, love. Do you like it?” L
Mia stood in front of the full-length mirror, smoothing her hands over the wedding gown that hugged her body perfectly. She still couldn’t believe this was happening—her wedding to Lord Bryan.Mrs. Johnson, Bryan’s mother, stood beside her, admiration shining in her eyes. “You look breathtaking, my dear. This dress was made for you.”Mia bit her lip, turning slightly to examine the intricate lace details cascading down her back. “You really think so?”Mrs. Johnson chuckled. “Oh, absolutely. And trust me, my son won’t be able to take his eyes off you.”Mia blushed, warmth flooding her cheeks. After all these years, Bryan still had that effect on her. The way he looked at her, touched her, made her feel like the most precious thing in the world.Just then, the boutique door opened, and Clara, Mia’s best friend for three years, came rushing in. They had met at the supermarket and became friends after bumping into each other and their groceries spilling over.“Mia! You have to see the c
The night was heavy with tension as Bryan led his men into the underground tunnels beneath the city. The air was damp, filled with the scent of oil, metal, and the distant echo of dripping water. The dim glow of scattered lanterns barely illuminated their path, casting long shadows against the cold stone walls. This was a place only the most dangerous men knew existed—a world beneath the world, ruled by those who thrived in darkness.Philip walked beside Bryan, his gun in his grip, eyes scanning every corner. They weren’t alone. Figures emerged from the shadows—men with scarred faces and dead eyes, members of the underground mafia. They moved silently, their presence heavy with menace.A tall man with a thick beard and a jagged scar across his cheek stepped forward. His voice was low, gravelly.“Lord Bryan,” he acknowledged. “You don’t come here unless it’s war.” He says with a small smirk playing on his lips.Bryan’s jaw tightened. “It is. There’s war!”The man smirked, revealin
The mansion stood eerily silent as the black SUVs pulled up to the entrance. The gates were wide open, the security system disabled. Something was wrong.Bryan’s heart pounded violently against his ribcage as he pushed the door open and stepped out of the car. Philip was right behind him, his gun already drawn.The driveway was littered with bodies—his men, the people who had sworn to protect his home. Some lay motionless, while others groaned in pain, their hands pressed against gunshot wounds. Blood stained the marble steps leading to the grand entrance.Bryan’s breath came in short, sharp bursts. His mind screamed at him to move, to find Mia and his mother, but his legs felt frozen. His worst nightmare had come true.Philip crouched beside one of the wounded guards, gripping his shoulder. “What happened? Where are they?”The man coughed, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. “They… they came out of nowhere. We thought it was just another security check, but then… then
Bryan stood frozen, his body rigid as the zipped-up body bags were carried away. His mind refused to process the reality before him. Lincoln. Raymond. Gone. The weight of it was suffocating. His pulse thundered in his ears, drowning out the frantic voices around him.Philip’s grip on his arm tightened. “ lord Bryan.” His voice was steady, but there was an urgency behind it. “We need to move.”Bryan couldn’t move. His legs felt cemented to the ground.“Lord Bryan,” Philip said again, firmer this time. “We don’t have time. The people who did this are still out there.”That snapped him out of his trance. He turned sharply, his entire body going rigid. The women—they were gone. He scanned the crowd, searching for any sign of them, but it was as if they had vanished into thin air.His fists clenched. “Where are they?”Philip exhaled sharply. “They slipped out the moment this happened.”Bryan’s chest burned. This wasn’t random. It wasn’t an accident. It was a message.His phone buzzed in
The ride back to the hotel was suffocating. The silence inside the van was thick, pressing down on everyone like a heavy weight. Bryan sat at the back, his jaw clenched so tightly it hurt. His pulse was still erratic, his hands curled into fists on his lap. Every time he blinked, flashes of what had just happened replayed in his mind—the gunshots, the chaos, the panic.It wasn’t something new to him, but then, he was never expecting it at his concert.Philip was in the front seat, his sharp eyes scanning the streets through the windshield. Lincoln and Raymond sat across from Bryan, their usual easygoing demeanor nowhere in sight. Instead, they were both staring blankly, lost in their thoughts.Nobody spoke.When the van finally pulled up in front of the hotel, security was already waiting. The guards were on high alert, their gazes sweeping the area for any signs of trouble. As Bryan stepped out, he exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. The grandeur of the hotel—its
Bryan stepped out of the elevator and into the grand hotel lobby, adjusting his jacket as he walked toward the entrance. The space was buzzing with soft music, elegant chandeliers casting a golden glow over the pristine marble floor. His eyes immediately landed on Lincoln and Raymond, who were already waiting with the man assigned to take them around.Lincoln, as usual, was the first to react when he saw Bryan approaching.“Damn, bro!” Lincoln grinned, stepping forward and giving Bryan’s outfit an exaggerated once-over. “You look like you just walked straight out of a fashion magazine. Our manager really outdid himself this time.”Raymond, standing beside him with his arms crossed, nodded in agreement. “For once, I gotta admit he got it right. These outfits are fire.”Bryan smirked slightly. “You just realized he knows what he’s doing?”Raymond chuckled. “Man, I always knew, but you know me, I love to act like I don’t. Gotta keep the man humble.”The guy who was supposed to take t
The moment Bryan and his crew arrived at the luxurious five-star hotel in Mexico, they were escorted to their respective rooms. The hotel was nothing short of extravagant, with marble floors, floor-to-ceiling windows that offered breathtaking views of the city, and soft golden lighting that gave the entire place a warm, elegant feel.Bryan pushed open the door to his suite and stepped inside. The room was spacious, with a king-sized bed neatly made with crisp white sheets, a seating area with plush sofas, and a minibar stocked with expensive drinks. A large flat-screen TV hung on the wall opposite the bed, and a door led to an en-suite bathroom that had both a bathtub and a glass-enclosed shower.He tossed his duffel bag onto the bed and stretched his arms. It had been a long flight, and even though he wasn’t one to complain, he was grateful to have some time to rest before the concert later that evening. Just as he was about to sit down, his phone vibrated with a message.“Get s
Mia was deep in sleep, curled up comfortably under the thick blankets, when a soft but persistent knock sounded at her door. She stirred slightly, frowning as she tried to cling to sleep, but the knocking came again. Groaning, she sat up, rubbing her sleepy eyes before muttering, “It’s open.”The door creaked open, and Mrs. Chapman stepped inside, looking as lively as ever. She was already dressed, her hair neatly pinned up, and she had a warm smile on her face.“Wakey, wakey, my dear. It’s morning already,” she said in a cheerful tone.Mia yawned, stretching her arms lazily before smiling. “Good morning, Mom.”“Good morning, sweetheart. Now, hurry and freshen up. We have shopping to do today, remember?”Mia’s sleepy brain took a moment to catch up, but as soon as Mrs. Chapman mentioned shopping, her eyes widened slightly. She remembered their conversation the previous night—how they had planned to go shopping for the babies today.“Oh, that’s right,” Mia murmured, rubbing her stom
The moment Bryan left, Mrs. Chapman turned to Mia, stretching her arms as she sighed.“The sun is already setting. We should go inside before it gets too cold,” she said, brushing her damp hands against the towel draped over the pool chair.Mia, still busy licking her ice cream, let out a small hum. “Do we have to? It’s so nice out here.”Mrs. Chapman gave her a look. “Yes, we do. You’re not planning to sleep by the pool, are you?”Mia pouted but reluctantly got up from the poolside, grabbing a towel and tying it around her waist. “Fine, fine. But I’m taking my ice cream with me,” she said, taking another spoonful as they walked inside.Mrs. Chapman chuckled. “At this rate, you’ll end up getting a brain freeze.”Mia grinned. “That’s a risk I’m willing to take.”As they entered the house, their conversation shifted to random topics.“You know,” Mrs. Chapman started, wiping her damp hands with a smaller towel, “I’ve been meaning to ask—have you given any more thought to that charity ga