Third Person POVBennett's arms wrapped around Matilda in a gesture of comfort and understanding. “I understand your pain, Matilda, but this happens,” she began. “We don’t have control over everything in life. I’ve been friends with your daughter, Isabel, for a long time. Only I know how deeply she loved Mavis. I wish she never returned to Los Angeles. Sometimes, the path we take leads to unexpected twists and turns, but all we can do is try to make the best of it.”Matilda continued. "I wanted her to come home, Bennett," she said, her eyes distant, as if lost in a memory. “I thought it would be good for her to connect with her new family, to get acquainted with everyone at home. But I had no idea that she was hiding such a big secret. She kept it hidden from me, from everyone, until it was too late until the truth could no longer be denied.” Her shoulders slumped slightly. Bennett’s expression shifted. “You can’t change what’s already happened, Matilda,” she said. “But there’s somet
ISABEL I arrived at work a bit late the following day, only to find myself immediately surrounded by reporters from various media outlets, who had all been waiting patiently for my arrival. As Lucas pulled down my car glasses, I could see them waiting with anticipation. I grabbed my bag and stepped down with Lucas following behind me. "You are free to go, I'll call before my closing hour." "Alright, Ms Isabel." He was almost whispering into my ears. Facing the reporters, I could tell from their frenzied glances and the incessant flashing of their cameras that my manager had already informed them that they should be patient and that I was already on my way to work. The sudden surge of attention, coupled with the fact that I was now the center of a media circus, left me feeling anxious and exposed but it was quite worthwhile. I took a deep breath, trying to calm the nerves that were running rampant throughout my body, and prepared to entertain their queries. The moment I drove in
ISABEL I couldn’t help but laugh at Estelle’s feeble attempts to justify her actions, my amusement only growing when I noticed Mavis, hidden behind one of the delivery trucks. It was almost comical how the once-bold heir to a fortune had been reduced to skulking in the shadows, his expression one of sheer terror. Well, I guess the cat’s out of the bag now, I thought and smiled inwardly. As the criminal investigator made her way over to Estelle, the officer keeping her firmly in place, she tilted her head in frustration and weariness. "It seems like Estelle might have something to say to us," he said. Estelle, having been backed into a corner with no way out, looked like a deer caught in headlights. She shifted her weight from foot to foot, trying desperately to find a way to extricate herself from her situation. But it was too late and it was only a matter of time before she would have to face the music.The investigator wasted no time diving into the heart of the matter, "Good
WARNING!!! 🔞️ This story contains explicit and mature content; smut scenes, incest, violence, and BDSM. Reader discretion is advised. However, readers who are willing to explore the boundaries of fiction, and desire an immersive reading experience are invited to continue. Please note that the author does not endorse or condone any of the actions or behaviors depicted in the story. **** When Isabel moved to Los Angeles, she had no idea that her life was about to change forever. Her new family was perfect, but there was a destructive secret lurking beneath the surface. After her flight had landed, she made it toward the airport's exit to claim her baggage. Just then, her phone began to beep. She pulled it out, tapped on the answer button, and placed it over her ear. "Hello, Mom," "Hello darling, welcome back to Los Angeles," Matilda said over the phone with such excitement. "Thanks mom, it'll be a pleasure to meet our new family for the first time." She chuckled. "I can imagine.
Chapter 2: My New HomeISABEL "Huh?" I popped out surprised eyes at him. "Be my bed warmer, we can discuss the details later. You look like you'll know how to handle a man like me." He gave me a teasing smile that I found boring. He wasn't the man my heart was missing, it was Jason, the man who left me for another woman. "May I know why you stopped?" Mavis asked as soon he walked up to where we were. He's asking me to be his mistress, I meant to say but rather, I only smiled. My stepbrother had a pair of glasses on to protect his eyes from the rising sun. He rested his hand on my shoulder as he waited for my response. "Umm, how about you get to the car and I'll join you as soon as I'm done with him?" I asked feigning a smile that informed him that I wanted to get rid of him to face the man before me. "Her father owes me up to eight thousand and seven hundred dollars. She's not willing to pay back." The creditor said instantly distracting Mavis. "Do you know him?" Mavis asked as
MAVISIsabel ran out of my room immediately after meeting the ugly sight. "Why didn't you shut the door?" I asked my young whore. A nineteen-year-old slut whom I met on a dating site."I thought I did," she stretched out to grab my cock and continue from where she'd stopped but I held her hand and pushed it away in regret. "Stop it and leave immediately. I don't want to set my eyes on you again, ever.""But why, is she your girlfriend? I can't just walk away this night, it's already very dark." She said and I could perceive disappointment and jealousy in her tone "And, who are you to question me?" I stretched out, took a bundle of dollar notes, and dumped it on the bed. "That's your pay, I understand that it's late. I'll ask my chauffeur to drop you off.""But, we were just getting started, don't tell me you are sending me away because of her." She pointed at the entrance, she was referring to Isabel."You have no right at all to say anything about her, now get your ass out of my ro
Isabel "Good night, everyone." I yawned sleepily and walked toward my room. As soon as I'd put on the lights, I found Mavis standing by the wall of my room. "The heck? You are joking, Mavis. What do you want here? You just crossed your limits.""I'm in my step-sister's room to say that I'm sorry about what she saw in my room some moments ago,""That's your business and none of mine. See, I don't care about what you do, I've always known you from high school.""You do care Isabel. You suddenly changed toward me after you walked in on us. But, I'm sincerely sorry, I can be the man you want me to be, just for you.""Fuck you, Mavis, in the ass. Are you kidding me right now? Why do you feel that I care about you? And, did you say you want to be the man I want you to... Hey, Mavis, are you insane? You are now my step-brother and we should mind the kind of conversations we have to avoid getting into trouble.""We ain't getting into any damn trouble and please, those were rumors. I can be
ISABEL I gave a light knock on his door. "Roland?" He called out but got no response. "Donald?" He went again and was greeted with the same cold silence. He probably thought it would be Roland or Donald. I overheard Mom saying that they were fond of encountering ghosts in their sleep. I waited quietly, listening, as Mavis shoveled his feet down to his door. To his greatest surprise, he opened the door to a completely different person. It felt inappropriate to do this, but yet, something seemed to push me. It left me wondering where I'd gotten the vigor to jump off my bed and follow him immediately after. He opened his door, and the concentrated scent of vanilla flushed over my face making me feel like pulling him into a tight hug. At this point, I cared less about our parents getting to see us wrapped up together under folds of bedding. All sweaty, doing crazy things to each other, moaning, and ... "Isabel? What is it, you have been silent for a while." He pulled me out of my