Katalina. My head hurts. The pain was radiating from the nape to my frontal lobe. It was like someone was gently hitting that spot with a hammer. The pain was spreading out, while a sharp part of it intermittently shot to my temple, before spreading to my forehead. Grimacing, I tried to open my eyes, but they were heavy. Taking a deep breath, I endured and opened up just a slit of my right eye. It was dark and smelled familiar…like cigars…Horacio…Kelvin… “Fuck!”Abruptly sitting up, I held my head and grunted. Kelvin! Fear gripped my chest, my breathing became uneven, and my head felt like it was breathing in sync with my heart. Ignoring the pain, I scrambled out of bed and rushed to the door. The moment I opened it, I was bombarded with sharp, white lights.Stung, closed my eyes and stepped back into the room, then stepped out again. I stopped in a daze and turned around. Wasn't I supposed to be in Huracio's office? But I was in the passage at his house. How did I get here?
HURACIOKatalina hugged my head and wrapped her legs around my waist. She suddenly became hysterical and no matter how I tried, she wouldn't let go. “Katalina!" I yelled, trying to push her away so I could get a grip and dislodge her. It was like a Koala hugging a tree, and very awkward. She was surprisingly tenacious. Exasperated, I stopped trying to push her and just dipped my hand into her pussy. She was wearing nothing, so I had easy access. “No, no.!" The moment I touched her, she screamed louder, let go, and tried to get away. I grabbed her, dragged her to the small bed in the room, and quickly chained her to it. “What are you doing?" She screamed in panic, looking around the room. As her eyes started darting around the room, her breathing became rough. The more she saw, the wilder her eyes got. The moment she realized what was happening. Her eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. “You.. you… You are… “ she became incoherent. "Yes. And from henceforth, you are my litt
KATALINAI went through the most excruciating pain of my life. When Huracio was spanking me, I thought I was going to die. The spanking started as almost harmless, and I thought he was being ridiculous. How could that be a punishment? He was just a creep, using me to have fun. I was embittered more than before. A few spanks later, I knew I was wrong. He wasn't being ridiculous, he was being diabolical.Each time it hit, my clit got zapped like when one’s finger comes in contact with an exposed wire. While that was happening and getting me crazed out, every other part of my labia was tingling… and it felt so good… but I was embarrassed. I did everything within my power to resist it. While still handling that…*Smack, smack, smack… “Huracio, fuck you!" I yelled, squeezing my face in sudden, excruciating pain mixed with pleasure.He smacked my inner thighs and it damned stung! After three spanks to each of my inner thighs brought tears back to my eyes, he went back to smacking my pu
KATALINA “Where the hell is my phone?”I snapped at the empty bedroom after searching for several minutes.This sham of a wedding was done in a hurry. I didn't have my things with me. I wanted to ask Emilia to help me bring some of my stuff. Especially my skincare and sanitary products. Huracio had filled the walk-in closet with female clothes and many things, but I wanted my own sanitary products. “knock, knock!Someone knocked on the door. "Come in!” I snapped exasperatedly. The door opened and Rosa poked her head in. "Madam, Master Huracio said he is waiting for you.” She said in a steady, strong voice. It sounded sanctimonious and principled. It instantly hit on my nerves. Knowing a woman who sounded like my high school disciplinary committee's head,— works for a horrendous person like Huracio pissed me off. She definitely knows the kind of person he is, yet works for him. How dare she sound so uptight and decent? I clenched my hands and took a deep breath. “Will be right th
KATALINA Squinting my eyes, I raised my left brow in contempt. “So, if she were your mother, you’d ask her to stand behind you while you eat her food, and clean after you?" “Katalina!" He growled, gripping his fork tightly. “I can see you haven't learned your lesson." My heart shivered as the memory of the past few hours flashed in my mind. Really, I should shut up, but… I stood up again and glared down at him. “Anything else?" “Apologize, Katalina!" “For what?"“Master Huracio. It's alright. The Young Miss is just upset. She didn't mean it."“What? I didn't mean what?” I turned to the woman. Confused and infuriated, I moved towards the woman, glaring into her annoyingly innocent-looking eyes. “Have we ever spoken to each other?" “No." She shook her head and took a step back. “So, how did I offend you? Why is he asking me to apologize to you? What lies did you tell him?" “KATALINA!" “What?” I sharply swirled around and faced him. "She gets to tell talk tales behind me b
HURACIOKatalina turned out to be more difficult than anticipated. She has always been a good girl. Soft smiles, courteous, attentive, and demure. This fiery side of hers was something I was seeing for the first time. When I got back downstairs and saw Rosa cleaning the dirt, I felt like punching something. Rosa is very important to me. Literally, the only person I can trust with my life. That's why she is the only one living with me. How could Katalina treat her like that? Though I felt reluctant about hurting her, I decided that Katalina had to be broken. She needed to put away that fiery temper. I will not have it in this house. I will be back in two hours.” I mumbled as I walked past Rosa “Master Huracio.” She called after me in a tone softener than what she usually uses. “Yes?” “You should be lenient with the girl. She is young and immature. You forced her to marry you, practically ruining her life. Unless you want a dumb wife, you can't possibly expect her not to resist,
KATALINA I have never felt this tired in my life. The fatigue reached into my soul. I felt so heavy that I just wanted to lay still forever, but from afar, I could hear some whispers. It started as a hum and gradually grew closer and clearer until I could hear every word. “Gerald, are you sure?" A deeply worried voice asked. “She just needs lots of fluids and a good rest. Feed her warm soup until she recovers and can eat something solid. She will be fine." The one named Gerald replied. His voice was deep and drawn like he was being forced to speak. Who is going to be fine? Who are these people? Where am I? And why in hell do I feel like a truck ran me over?Then the two voices disappeared and silence reigned. I tried to open my eyes, but I swear, someone probably sealed them off with glue and placed a small hill on my face. With nothing to distract me, my fatigue overtook me again and I willingly let it. It was just easier than thinking and moving… The humming started again. Th
KATALINA For two days, I needed help to sit up, get to the toilet, and even take a bath. I kept having pinching sensations in my legs and arms. Huracio had to give me a massage twice a day to relieve me. The doctor said it was a good sign as my body was regaining its blood flow. Apparently, I was almost cooked and would have died if Huracio didn't arrive when he did. I would have preferred that someone else took care of me, but all I kept seeing by my side was Huracio. The doctor came once a day, while Rosa stayed away. It must be because of how I glared at her the last time. Though I was fuming inside, I had no choice but to let Huracio take care of me. I didn't just detest him, a deeply ingrained fear of him had taken root in my heart. The worst part of all this was what happened each night. After giving me a full body massage, he would slip into bed with me, making me sleep with his arm as a headrest. If I could, I would reject him, but I was just too weak, and mostly scared.
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