"Every girl needs a best friend to help her laugh when she thinks she'll never smile again."QuotesStory.comEmily stood at the front gate of the amusement park, her excitement tinged with impatience as she kept glancing at her wristwatch. Lisa, her perpetually tardy friend, was nowhere to be seen. Frustration bubbling, she fished her phone out of her purse and dialed Lisa's number, only to have her phone slip from her grasp and clatter onto the pavement with a loud 'Boww!!'.Her heart skipped a beat as she watched her precious phone tumble, but relief washed over her when she saw it was unharmed.Her amusement was short-lived as Lisa finally arrived, her mischievous grin widening at Emily's momentarily panicked expression. "Aww...my cute Emily is angry,"- Lisa teased, displaying her wristwatch with mock innocence. "See, I'm just a little late."Rolling her eyes, Emily couldn't suppress a smile despite her irritation. "Be a grown woman, Lisa,"- she scolded half-heartedly.Lisa, always
..*..*..*..*... At CBI office:The officer stood firm, trying to calm the agitated man standing before him. "Please sir, you just can't come like this. We have some rules that every citizen needs to follow," he said, his voice steady despite the tension in the air. But the man wasn't having any of it. His face twisted with anger, he barked back, "Go to hell with your rules. I just want to meet your officer, call him right now!" His voice echoed through the hallway, drawing attention of every officer. Meanwhile, the man's agitation only seemed to grow. His fists clenched at his sides, and his face flushed with frustration. He paced back and forth, his every movement exuding impatience and anger. Robert glanced around the office, noticing the scattered papers and disarray that seemed out of place. Amidst the chaos, he caught a glimpse of a figure fighting with officers and causing enough mess in the office. "Sir, I understand you're upset, but we have protocols in place for a reason
..*..*..*...Next Morning:Emily was sleeping peacefully or she can say she didn't come in sense since the last night when he took her for the six rounds. Steve took drugs last night only to intention of tormenting her.Emily jolted awake with a gasp as icy water splashed across her face, sending shivers down her spine. Confusion swirled in her mind as she struggled to grasp what was happening. Blinking rapidly, she found herself drenched, the cold liquid seeping into her pillow and bedding.Her heart raced with fear as she realized her vulnerability, her upper body exposed to the penetrating gaze of someone she knew all too well. With a quick, instinctive movement, she clutched the wet covers to her chest, shielding herself from his hungry eyes. In the dim light of the room, her sleepy eyes met his intense gaze, dark with unknown intentions. Fear mingled with anger as she tried to hide herself under the sheets."Breakfast in the next 15 mins."- Steve casually issued the command for b
..*..*.....*....*.... Emily stood before the mirror, her reflection staring back at her with haunting familiarity. There was a sense of solace in the emptiness of the room, with only her and her despairing thoughts to keep her company. With a bitter smile, she reached out and traced the outline of her face in the mirror. "I am exactly like my mom, wrecked - shattered," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. The words hung heavy in the air, a painful admission of the truth she had long tried to ignore. Tears welled up in her eyes, blurring the image of her reflection as they spilled down her cheeks. How many times had she cried in this very room, surrounded by the echoes of her own despair? And yet, those tears didn't dry till now, sometime it confused her how can? Emily stared into the abyss of her thoughts, How she wish to have a simple life, normal life a loving family however it might be a lot to request her. In their relationship, there was no trust, no respect—only i
..*..*..*...Outsider POV:That guy stormed off to the storage room, his mind consumed with frustration and anger. He couldn't shake the image of Stefano Rossi from his thoughts, the man who seemed determined to sabotage any chance of happiness between him and Emily.With a clenched jaw, that unknown man cursed under his breath, the weight of his resentment bearing down on him like a heavy burden. He had tried to ignore Steve's meddling, to push past the obstacles he had placed in their path, but it was becoming increasingly clear that the man was relentless in causing damage in his path.In store room he kept the entirety of his dreadful things, he had so many fantasy about having sex with Emily but, this obstacle named Steve was not getting away from his site, the bastard, bastard Stefano Rossi.He kept Varies kind of vibratos, Vesper Necklace, Nipple clamp, 8 inch Dildo, G-spot vibrator, pure wand or so many things. This guy even forgot the names but he had full plan how to use the
..*..*..*..*.... A/n POV:Emily was walking through the parking area when a sudden call caught her attention, causing her to halt in her tracks. She turned around to see Lisa running towards her, a look of urgency etched on her face. At first, Emily frowned, wondering what could be the matter. "What happened?" Emily asked, concern evident in her voice as she watched Lisa approach. The man with the black veil stood concealed in a remote corner, his gaze fixed on the unfolding scene before him. Hidden behind the shroud that veiled his entire face, his features remained inscrutable, betraying no hint of his intentions. As he observed Emily and Lisa, his grip tightened around the syringe clenched in his hand, a surge of frustration coursing through him. With a muttered curse under his breath, he muttered, "Bloody f#k," his voice muffled by the fabric that obscured his face. Swiftly, he stowed the syringe away in his pocket. With lustful eyes, he watched the scene unfold before him, hi
..*..*..*... Stefano's mocking facial expression morphed into one of sheer dread, his features contorting into a visage of pure menace. His eyes, dark and intense, seemed to bore into the very depths of his soul. Just by gazing upon Stefano's face, he felt a primal fear grip him, his insides churning like a motherfucking poop. Bending down to his level, Stefano gripped his chin with an iron grip, forcing him to meet his dark, menacing gaze. "You dared to play with me, huh? You filthy drain worm," Stefano spat, his voice laced with contempt and disdain. "I saved your ass. You lived your low life with my money, and you dared to betray me," Stefano growled, his voice dripping with contempt and fury. He raised his foot, placing it on his face, pressing down with force as he ground it from side to side. He groaned in agony, feeling the weight of Stefano's boot bearing down on him. The pain was excruciating, each movement sending shockwaves of agony through his body. "I hired you to kee
..*..*..*... Author POV: The night stretched on endlessly as Steve didn't come whole night, as he stayed there, witnessing by his own eyes. Kangin died not physically but mentally. He may be breathing but his organ would never work again, Steve damaged him at that extent. Realizing the dire consequences of harassing Steve's wife, Kangin found himself facing the steep price of his actions. The thought of inflicting any sort of dreadful harm upon Emily, Steve's wife, loomed over him like a dark cloud, casting a shadow of regret upon his soul. He understood all too well that this desire to harm her was his gravest mistake, one that would haunt him for the rest of his days. Steve came to be aware, what sort of jerk he is, Kangin had a history of despicable acts, each one more heinous than the last. Steve delved deeper into Kangin's past, he uncovered a trail of deceit and betrayal that stretched back for years. It was revealed that Kangin had fled his old neighborhood in a desperate b
Epilouge.Ally felt herself losing control as Rican's hands roamed over her body, his touch setting her nerves on fire. His fingers brushed against her sensitive skin, teasing her as his hands moved to her breasts, kneading and pinching her hardened nipples. The slippery soap on her body made his movements smoother.Her lips parted as his mouth claimed hers in a heated kiss, his tongue dominating the moment as it explored her fully. She surrendered, her fingers gripping his damp hair, pulling him closer. The intensity of the kiss left her breathless, and her body quivered under his touch.Without breaking the connection, Rican reached for the shower handle, turning on the water. The warm stream cascaded over them, rinsing away the soap and making Ally’s skin glisten under the soft glow of the bathroom lights. The sight of her body, glowing and wet, made Rican's gaze darken with desire.“God, you’re breathtaking,” he muttered, his voice thick with want as his eyes roamed over
..Ally was scrolling her phone, a smile on her lips, it’s didn’t waiver for a second, as she was seeing the pictures of their marriage, she looked like a penguin and why not, she was almost five months pregnant when Rican again proposed her for marriage. She didn’t want to marry him while pregnant but Rican was stubborn, he couldn’t wait anymore and finally she married him, here was the proof, she looked like a fluffy balloon at the time of her wedding but nevertheless she was happy, so happy she felt everything was a dream. Ally glanced at the clock. It was only ten at night, but Rican was still downstairs in his home office. He’d created the small workspace so he could stay home more often, especially for Rowoon, who was growing more stubborn and demanding with each passing day. She smiled, thinking of their little boy. Ally through of taking a quick shower before bed Ally got up and headed to the bathroom. She removed her clothes and slid into the bathtub, sighing as the
Chapter 89.|Rican|I was deep in sleep when something soft landed on my face—a tiny slap. Before I could react, another one came, a little firmer this time. Groaning, I opened one eye reluctantly, and there he was—our little bundle of energy, Rowoon, standing next to the bed. His bright blue eyes sparkled with mischief, and a wide grin stretched across his chubby cheeks.“Papa! Papa awake! Papa awake!” he sang loudly, practically bouncing on the spot.I couldn’t help but smile as I sat up, pulling him into my arms. “Morning, little king,” I murmured, ruffling his hair.But Rowoon wasn’t done yet. Once on the bed, he immediately turned his attention to Ally, who was still in a deep sleep. Without hesitation, he started climbing over her. His giggles filled the room as he poked her gently. “Momma, wokii wokii!” he sang, his little voice rising in excitement.“Hey, baby,” I whispered, trying to gently pull him back. “Momma is tired, okay? Let’s let her sleep a little more, hmm?
Chapter 88.Alessa lay on the bed, her eyes fixed on the ceiling. The quiet of the room felt heavier than usual, yet there was an odd sense of calm in her heart. Xavier's apology earlier in the evening had stirred something within her. It wasn’t forgiveness, not entirely, but it felt like a burden she didn’t know she was carrying had been lifted. A strange sense of peace settled over her as though she had finally found closure.The door creaked open, and Rican stepped into the room. He watched her for a moment before sitting on the edge of the bed beside her. “Aren’t you sleepy yet?” he asked softly, his voice hesitant.“No… I don’t feel like sleeping right now,” Alessa replied, her tone calm but distant.Rican tilted his head, his brow furrowing. “Is something bothering you? I mean, is it about… Xavier?” he asked carefully, his voice tinged with concern.She shook her head, a faint smile crossing her lips. “No, it’s not bothering me,” she said. “In fact, I feel… calm. As if
Chapter 87.Alessa stood frozen at the door, her entire body stiff with shock. Her heart raced as she pointed toward the gate, unable to find her voice. Rican, noticing her fear, rushed to her side. He cupped her face in his hands, his eyes filled with worry.“What happened, Ally? What is it?” he asked, his voice trembling with concern.She couldn’t speak, only lifting her hand; Rican followed her gaze and froze. There he was—Xavier, standing at the gate.Rican's expression darkened in an instant. Rage consumed him as he stormed outside. Before Xavier could utter a single word, Rican’s fist connected with his jaw."How dare you come to my home? I fucking warned you, didn’t I?" Rican roared, his voice filled with fury. "I have decided to leave you only becasue Ally requested me to leave you otherwise your body would be buried deep down now."- he screramed raining punches after punches at him.Xavier didn’t fight back. He stood still, taking every punch and blow without a word.
Chapter 86.|Rican|Time had passed, but if I’m being honest, things weren’t fully healed. Maybe some things never really heal. Instead, we learn to live with the pain, mask it with a smile, and call it moving on. That’s exactly what we’re trying to do now.Alessa was finally discharged from the hospital. Physically, she was okay, but mentally… that was a whole other story. She barely spoke these days, and when she did, it was as though her voice carried the weight of the world. My father, Stefano Rossi, decided to stay with us, and for the first time in years, I didn’t push him away.Do I hate him for what he did to my mother? Absolutely. That betrayal will forever be a wall between us. But after what he did to help rescue Alessa, I couldn’t bring myself to tell him to leave. I needed him here—not for me, but for Alessa. We were in a crisis, and even though I despised his past actions, I knew he was a rock we could lean on now.And then there was Uncle Liam. The man I had once
Chapter 85.Rican sat on the chair beside Alessa’s hospital bed, his shoulders hunched forward in defeat. His right arm in a plaster cast, and the dull ache of his injuries was nothing compared to the torment raging inside him. His gaze was fixed on Alessa’s pale, motionless face. Her fragile frame looked even smaller beneath the white hospital sheets, her skin ashen and her lips chapped.The doctor’s words echoed relentlessly in his mind, slicing through him like a blade: “We are sorry, sir, but we couldn’t save the child. The drug had already spread through her bloodstream, and given her early stage of pregnancy, there was nothing we could do. I’m truly sorry.”Rican gritted his teeth, his hands curling into fists despite the pain in his shoulder. The helpless rage boiling inside him threatened to consume him. How could he have done this? How could he have failed her so completely?It wasn’t just Xavier or Sia who were at fault. No—if anyone was to blame, it was him. Enrico R
Chapter 84.The atmosphere in the room thickened with tension as Jacob filled the syringe with a clear liquid. His movements were sharp and deliberate, his face devoid of remorse. The faint glint of the needle caught the dim light, sending chills through the room.“Dad!” Xavier called, his voice trembling with urgency as he saw Jacob walking toward Alessa. “What are you doing? You promised me you wouldn’t hurt her!” Xavier’s voice cracked with desperation, his disbelief evident.Jacob didn’t slow down. His calm, calculated expression didn’t falter as he turned to his son. “Come on, Xavier,” he said in a voice that mocked sincerity. “I know what I promised. Your dear Alessa will live. I’m just giving her a little sleeping dose. She doesn’t need to see the bloody mess I’m about to make of her husband and father-in-law. Don’t you trust me, son?” His tone softened, pretending to sound hurt, but his eyes gleamed with malice.Alessa’s eyes went wide with panic. Struggling against t
Chapter 83 . A desperate scream tore from her lips as she looked up to see Jacob standing over her, his face twisted in a sadistic grin. His shirt was smeared with dried blood, some of it staining his teeth, making him look more like a monster than a man. “Going somewhere, darling?” he asked mockingly, his voice laced with menace. Alessa scrambled backward, crawling on her hands and knees. “No… no, stay away from me!” she cried, her voice breaking. But before she could get far, a hand yanked her back by her hair. Pain shot through her scalp as she was forced to her feet, her tear-filled eyes locking with Xavier’s. “You shouldn’t have hurt my father, Alessa,” Xavier snarled, his voice low and menacing. His face was inches from hers, his breath hot against her skin. “You shouldn’t have.” He dragged her roughly, throwing her against the wall. She cried out in pain as he tied her hands with a thick rope, securing her in place. “Please, Xavier!” she begged, her voice tremb