Warning: This book is purely fictional. It's rich with erotic content, BDSM and bits of violence so proceed with caution. *** Silence. Utter silence is what enveloped me as the eyes of the guests remained fixed on me. Not just the guests, but also the officiant of the wedding and my... groom. I closed my eyes, hoping that the moment I opened them again, everything would fade and I would be back to reality. Nothing felt real at that moment. I needed a reality that I wasn't standing at the altar, about to take vows, marriage vows to wed my mother's fiance. Sounds ridiculous, right? But that was the plight I was in. Looking around,I could see the eager looks on their faces. Those who knew the stand -in bride thing maybe expected me to chicken out. But could I really do that? “ Come on little bird. Everyone is watching and you don't want to make me a joke In front of all these people.” Huracio’s voice whispered into my ears,sending tremors all over my body.A smile adjo
The words settled like lead in my chest, pressing down on me and making my breath labored. That didn’t sound like my mother. Whoever Huracio was talking about wasn't my beloved mother.Why would she run away on the day of her own wedding?My mother was finally happy—wasn’t she? I shook my head, refusing to believe it. “No… There has to be some mistake. My mother wouldn’t leave like that.” I was finding it hard to believe my mother left, much less on her wedding day. I was convinced that something else happened rather than accepting Huracio's accusations. Huracio stepped closer, his expression hardening. “Believe what you will, but that’s the reality we’re facing.” He snapped at me, forcing me to take a step back. The man never raised his voice at me before so seeing him acting like a beast shocked me, Just like my mother's disappearance. How could this happen? Did she perhaps get kidnapped or drunk too much last night that she blacked out? Yes, that must be it. Forcing
Turning around, I came face to face with a fuming Kelvin. The eyes that used to stare at me with so much adoration held nothing but hatred…and disappointment. I opened my mouth to say something but no words registered in my mind nor left my mouth. What was I supposed to say anyway? That this was a misunderstanding? That I was forced into this? But wouldn't that warrant mine and my mother's painful death as per Huracio's promise. There's also a possibility that Kelvin wouldn't even believe me. I mean,I wouldn't have believed it if I found him marrying someone secretly. Why would he believe my absurd explanation? I turned to face Huracio only to find him smiling. He was fucking smiling, as if daring me to say one wrong word. With a heavy heart, I turned around and decided to walk away. A walk of shame ànd pain. Everything was over for me. My relationship of two years crumbled as I watched. I could do nothing about it. “ Are you turning your back on me after cheatin
Huracio “ What the hell do you mean you lost her? How hard is it to track a woman?” I yelled on the phone, unable to control my building rage. I had instructed my men to track Helena, Katalina's mother. That woman thought she could run from me, the devil. Too bad for her,I was going to find her and drag her back here then she was going to explain exactly what transpired eighteen years ago. They had a trail they were supposed to follow, how could she just disappear out of the blue? My plan was falling into place, how could I allow her to escape my grip? “ Find her. I want her found and brought to me as soon as possible." I barked orders before ending the call. “Useless!" I cursed, kicking a flower vase in my office, sending the item shattering on the marble floor. “ Calm down,we still have everything under control." My best friend and second in command, Salvatore,said trying to calm me. " What fucking control? Everything is falling apart. That woman must have le
KATALINA My heartbeats grew erratic with fear as I made my way out of the toilet. The hair on the back of my head stood straight. The look he gave me after I slapped him sent chills down my spine. What have I gotten myself into? Mum, what have you done? Why did you leave this mess for me to clean up? Am I cleaning up it or making it worse? What am I going to do now? I have no idea how we got to his house. I was in a daze throughout the trip. When we got there, I was filled with dread, thinking he would force himself on me. The thought of him touching me creeped me out. I couldn't help but think of Kelvin. His patience all this time, only for him to lose to a thug. A demon. He dragged me into his bedroom and wrapped his arms around me. I was bombarded with his scent. His perfume was musky, with a hint of spiciness, mixed with the pungent smell of cigars. I hated the smell of smoke and instantly felt repulsed. I tried to push him away, but he was too strong. He buried his nose in
KATARINA “I… “ I froze. "Hm," he shook his head with a sarcastic smile. "I can't believe that I was wrong about you.” He sneered. "You are just a cheap slut like the rest of them. How did you manage it? Tell me. How did you manage to snatch your mother's man?” His eyes suddenly became fiercer and he stepped forward. He stood in my face and started yelling. "How long has this been going on? Tell me. Tell me! I want to know!” Scared shitless, I took a step back and forgot how to use my voice. The tears kept flowing, but I wished they could stop because they were drowning me. I was choking on my sob. Since my voice failed, my actions should be enough, right? I slowly reached for the flare of my knee-length dress, and slowly lifted it, revealing my body. Kelvin paused and stepped back with a frown. "What are you doing?" I could see the bewilderment in his eyes. All I could do was sniff and quiver with my silent sob. He watched with wild eyes as I pulled the dress over my head an
Ten shots make a set. On a normal day, by the sixth shot, I’d be out, but it wasn't a normal day. By the ninth shot, I was seeing double… Okay, scratch that. The bartender split into one.. two… fuck. He was more than six! I slammed the last shot glass on the counter and snapped my fingers at him. “Another set." I gulped and rolled my index finger at him. I watched in a daze as he filled a glass cup with water. When he handed it over, I raised my eyebrows at him. Are you joking? Who drinks water at a bar? I rejected it and threw a tantrum. To calm the storm, he gave me a pint glass filled with carbonated water mixed with some low-level alcohol. “This is the best I can do. You are way past your limit." He warned. Knowing he was right, I rolled my eyes at him and begrudgingly took the jar-like cup from him. The water was cold and the frizz felt just right. Didn't know I was parched, but once it hit my throat, I couldn't stop drinking. For some reason, hearing the sounds of
HURACIOWith each thunderclap, my heart tightened. I paced up and down the living room, willing the rain to stop. From the corner of my eye, Salvatore watched with blatant disdain. We were out having fun at what was supposed to be my after-party when one of my bodyguards called me, saying Katalina seemed to be on her way out of the house. I told them to follow her. Though I was upset that she dared to leave the house when I clearly ordered her to go to bed, I was curious about her destination. The moment the rain started, I regretted it. Katalina is scared of thunderstorms. It's not like a fear caused by trauma. It's just like when people are scared of heights. It's inborn and harmless. But why did my heart feel heavy? I couldn't stop myself from worrying for her. This has never happened before. “You are making me dizzy." Salvatore snorted. “Don't look at me and you will feel better." I retorted. Just then, the room lit up and I was caught in a car headlight. "They are here.”
Huracio“What do you mean by that? How can she be gone?” “I don't know.” The Doctor’s voice trembled over the phone. I ended the call and dialed Stone's number. “Hello,” It was a female who picked it. “Who is this? Why do you have this phone?” I asked as I started walking out of my office building. “The owner of the phone is unconscious and getting some stitches done. Are you their family member?” Fuck. I couldn't believe my ears. My pregnant wife was gone, and my trusted bodyguard was unconscious at midnight. It felt like the world was coming to an end. It's been three days since Helena shot Katalina. Not only was I unable to snatch her from the hospital, we also have to wait until she goes to jail to be able to even touch her. Luckily enough, Salvatore has enough connections to prevent Massimo from snatching her too. To punish me, Salvatore ordered that I stand guard, doing night duties with my men at the City Central Hospital. Meaning that I could only see Katalina durin
Huracio“Your wife lost a lot of blood, but everything is fine. The bullet didn't hit any major vein, but she will need some physiotherapy due to nerve damage.” “Nerve damage?” I frowned in worry as the doctor gave me an update after the surgery. Katalina was still unconscious and Emilia was with her. “Yes. It's not a major problem, but to prevent limping and weak knees, physiotherapy is highly recommended.” “For how long?” “It depends on the extent of the damage and her body. Until she is awake and we perform more tests, I can't give you specifics.”“Okay. Thanks Doc.” I left the doctor’s office and went back to Katalina’s room in the private ward. She was still on oxygen and had a heart monitor attached to her. She looked so peaceful and pale. Emilia was seated on a large couch by one of the windows. “Give me your phone.” I casually snapped my finger at her. Looking puzzled, she handed me the phone. I entered Rosa’s numbers into it and handed it back to her. “That's Rosa's n
Huracio “What did you say?” I sprung off my seat, unable to believe what I just heard. “Ms Helena kidnapped Emilia at gunpoint, sir. She is leading her away.” “Helena kidnapped Emilia? What about Katalina?” I asked, feeling extremely uneasy. “The Madam has gone to the restroom, sir. She was supposed to meet Ms Helena there, but …” “I am on my way.”That damn Helena! What is she up to now?From the beginning, Helena had been playing me. She knew who I was and intentionally walked into my trap. She controlled everything, making me pursue her. She gave me a tough time for six months, asking me to wait till her daughter clocks eighteen as she had no intention of getting into any relationship until then. After that, we dated for three good years. Then she proposed, then ran away leaving her daughter behind. The most infuriating part of all this is that she was able to predict my actions and reactions. Knowing that she has psychoanalyzed me to the smallest detail, makes me feel very
Katalina Getting outside, I found the lecture room area eerily silent. Apart from Huracio’s men who seemed to have taken over the area, there was nobody. Mum dragged me over to my car. Stone was standing by it. “Open the door.” She snapped at him.” With a nod from Huracio who was close behind us, Stone opened the back door and she literally threw me in the back seat, locked the door, then got behind the wheels. “Don't be afraid, Kitty. Apply pressure to your wound. I will be right behind you.” Huracio yelled as Mum closed the door. “Follow me and you will never see her again.” Mum yelled at him. Once that door was closed, all I could see was his mouth moving. I couldn't hear anything he was saying again. Mum started the car and headed for the school gate. Taking Huracio's advice, I looked around the car, but there was nothing I could use to staunch the blood. “Mum, Mum, take me to the hospital, please.” “...” I got no response. The bullet had caught me on the side of my rig
Katalina“Hand me the file. Where is it?” Mum snapped at me. Her eyes were so cold and hard. “Mum, what's going on? Why are you doing this?” “The file, Katalina. I don't have time for this.” She waved the gun around as she was talking, scaring the hell out of me. “Okay, okay. I will give it to you.” I quickly brought it out and handed it over to her. She took it, gave it a quick glance and nodded. Right after that, she headed for the door. She didn't ask me to follow her. She was going to leave me behind just like I expected. Though I suspected that this would happen, I couldn't help but feel wronged. My mother was abandoning me. A dense wave of anger surged out of nowhere. Before I knew what I was doing, I had hurried over and stood in the door, blocking her way. “Katalina?” Emilia called my name in shock. “What are you doing?” Mum sneered at me. “When are we leaving, Mum?” I asked in defiance. My eyes were on her gun the whole time. She squinted her eyes at me while tuckin
Katalina“Gawd, it's so good.” Emilia groaned as she stuffed her mouth with the toffees I brought back from last night. It's one of her favorite desserts, so before leaving the hotel, I had Huracio order some from the restaurant. “Did you bring the file?” I asked, trying to steal a piece. She swatted my hand away, snatched the box off the restaurant table and glared at me. We were at one of the ‘okay’ restaurants in school. It was midday and we just finished lunch after a series of lectures. Instead of ordering dessert from the restaurant, I brought out the toffee, but wasn't allowed to eat from it. Had I known, I would have ordered them separately. “That's too much for one person, Emilia. I bought it for us, not just you.” I pouted while rubbing my tingling hand. She just rolled her eyes and kept eating. She grabbed her handbag from the chair next to her and brought out a file. “I made a copy just like you suggested.” She said between mouthfuls. She then handed me the file. I fl
Katalina The meal was sumptuous and the white wine made me feel fly. “What else would you like to do?” Huracio asked as we made our way out of the restaurant. “I don’t know. Maybe go to the movies?” I replied. He twitched his nose and shook his head. “You just finished eating lunch, Kitty.” “…” Yeah. So? I gave him a quizzical look since I didn’t understand why he said the obvious. “Let’s take a walk on the beach.” “Okay.” I blinked, realizing that it’s normal to take a walk after eating. We returned to the room to find some beach wears, already prepared. I instantly knew he had more plans but was trying to lure me into it. He wore a sky-blue, caribbean shirt with flowers and coconut tree motifs, while I got a yellow, three-piece-suit with a long boyfriend jacket. The beach was bustling as the tourist season flows into mid-Autumn when the air is too chilly for people to hang around the beach. He held my hand and we moved away from the crowded area until we got to a rocky,
Katalina“Ding, Ding.” The elevator door opened and Huracio dragged me out. My legs were still shaking and my breathing was erratic.“Good afternoon, and welcome, Mr. Ignatius, Young Miss, welcome.” a soft, conservative feminine voice rang in my ears. Gush, I was still seeing double. I shook my head and my blurry vision finally cleared somewhat. In front of us was a lady in a navy blue, pencil skirt that stopped right above her knees, and a body-hugging white polo, with the Hotel's insignia. It was when I saw her that I realized that the elevator brought us right into our room. Huracio had booked a presidential suite for our lunch? What exactly are we celebrating? Though that sparked my interest a little, it was the least of my problems. Huracio had fucked me so hard inside the elevator that I ended up squirting all over it. I was soaked from my waist down and the hotel attendance had noticed. I was red in the face while returning her greetings. Luckily she was very professional
KatalinaLooking away from him, I found the car approaching the 7 stars hotel. I thought we were going to his house, but we were actually coming here? How I would have been happy if not for the conversation we just had. It left my heart heavy. So heavy that one of my dreams was about to be fulfilled, but I couldn't get excited about it. Having lived in the Golden Orchid District for years, I have watched the coming and going at the hotel from my bedroom window, dreaming of a day when I would also have lunch and dinner at the rooftop's Michelin restaurant. It is open twenty four hours a day, and always lively on weekends. Instead of joining my Mum on the beach to watch fireworks, during festivals, I would rather stay by my window and watch the restaurant's patrons as they watch the fireworks. For some odd reasons, it felt more lively that way. Though Huracio said Mum wasn't here, I couldn't shake off the feeling that she was. I couldn't help but suspect him of intentionally bringing