I want to back out of this kind of job and just go home. But the money that the guests give to the men is tempting. I have to set aside my pride for the sake of my sister. Kaiden sat on the lap of an elderly woman. He played with her hair. He whispered something, making her laugh. "Is this your first time here?" the man asked me before he undressed in front of his customer. I flinched when the elderly woman suddenly grabbed his manhood, caressing it. I felt more disgusted. "What are you waiting for there, Migs? Christmas? You won't earn unless you join us in what we're doing," Kaiden said, continuing what he's doing. I can't do this. I'm a fuckboy, but I've never engaged with older individuals. They're older than my mother by several years. I took a step back. "Come on, Miggy. Move there," Kaiden chuckled at me. Dancers were stripping, kissing, and interacting with different customers. My stomach churned at what I saw. "Sorry, Kaiden. But I cannot do this. I can't..." I said,
I bit my lower lip and carried Caroline out of the bar as she was staggering while walking. Her eyes were closed as I lifted her like a newlywed bride. I gently set her down inside the car. I adjusted her clothes as her chest was nearly exposed. I took off my coat, which I wore earlier, and used it to cover her body. Inayos ko ang aking suot na damit and glanced at her before starting the car engine. She's sleeping. I drove slowly towards their house to prevent Caroline from feeling dizzy and getting sick during the trip. "What happened to Ma'am Caroline, Miguel?" Mrs. Cristy asked in surprise as I entered the mansion carrying Caroline. "She attended her friend's birthday party, Mrs. Cristy," I replied. "She'll get scolded again once Sir Samson finds out about this," she said as she followed me up the stairs. I carefully laid Caroline down on her bed. Manang Cristy helped me in placing the blanket over her. "Could you please cook a warm soup for Ma'am Caroline, Mrs. Cristy? She
CAROLINE'S POV I woke up to the blaring sound of my alarm clock. I checked the time - it's seven o'clock in the morning. I cursed as I remembered it was Saturday today, and I forgot to turn it off. I got up to do my morning routine. I entered the bathroom to wash my face. I decided to postpone taking a shower since my head still hurt. After washing up, I left the room to have breakfast. I furrowed my brow when I saw Cecile sleeping on the couch in the living room. She hadn't changed into her house clothes yet. She must have arrived home in the morning. "Good morning, Ma'am," I heard Mrs. Cristy greet. I quickly turned to her. She had a blanket with her. "Are you feeling better now?" "Good morning. I'm fine. Thank you for last night." I smiled and took the blanket from her, laying it over my sister. "What time did Cecile come home?" "She got home in the early hours, Ma'am. She was very drunk and refused to sleep in her room." "Who brought her home? Was it Josh?" Mrs. Cristy sh
Alexander stood up and approached me. He continued to gaze at me as I looked at him through the mirror. Alexander was decent-looking. It's just that he's not my type because he has a lot of tattoos on his body, and his background isn't appealing. If his family weren't wealthy, I don't know if he could easily get out of jail. He placed his hands on my shoulders. "You're gorgeous," he whispered, sending chills down my spine. "I'm still in the middle of something, Alexander. Why don't you sit on the bed? I can't focus on getting ready with you here," I said, removing his hands from my shoulders, but he only tightened his grip on my shoulders. "I want to watch you while doing your makeup, Caroline." "You can still watch me without touching me, Alexander." "Am I not allowed? But why are other men allowed to watch and touch you?" I couldn't speak immediately. I just stared at him. His face was serious as he looked back at me. His aura now was intimidating. I swallowed hard as he
I continued to hold on to Miguel until the police arrived. They carefully handcuffed Alexander even though he was still unconscious. "You need to come with us to the precinct, Ma'am," the policewoman said to me. "I'll take care of him, Ma'am. I'm his bodyguard," Miguel said, catching the attention of the police. "Weren't you the one who picked up your friend earlier?" the policewoman asked him. Miguel glanced at me before replying, "Yes, ma'am," in a restrained tone. They looked back at me. "Will you come with us, or will you have him take you home?" "I-I'll just have him take me there" I replied. The police nodded before leaving my room. I released my embrace on Miguel and sat on my bed. He walked towards the door and locked it. "Get dressed so we can go to the police station," he said, facing away from me. I didn't move or speak. I still couldn't believe what Alexander had done to me. He almost raped me. Tears started to well up again, and I quickly wiped them away. "Are
His face showed a mix of desire and aggression as he thrust his manhood in and out of me. I felt like I was losing my mind with each of his movements. The pain I had felt earlier when he entered me was now replaced with pleasure. "I'll make sure you forget what he did to you. I'll fuck you until you scream my name," he said with determination. As time passed, Miguel's movements became faster. I was almost catching my breath. I didn't know how long I could hold back from moaning. I wanted to scream and moan. "I'm about to cum," he said, increasing his pace even more. He thrust deeply with each entry. I blinked when he suddenly pulled out of me. As I opened my eyes, I saw him holding himself. I swallowed hard as my gaze dropped to the floor. I watched as he grabbed wet wipes and tissues. I remained fixated on him as I observed how he cleaned himself with the wet wipes and wiped the floor with tissue where his fluids had spilled. He sat beside me after cleaning up. I still couldn
He provided me with immense pleasure. The instant I experienced the intense pleasure from our passionate encounter, I realized that it wasn't solely the physical act that brought me to that point. There was a certain attraction I felt towards him. He was handsome and tall, exuding a strong sexual presence. It was as if he personified the essence of desire. With just a glance, you could sense it would be an exhilarating experience in bed. However, what stands out the most is the realization that our relationship is not permanent. He serves as my bodyguard, and my family has the power to dismiss him at any time. Despite this uncertainty, I find solace in the fact that at least one aspect of my life is going well—I can experience the pleasure I desire. Adjusting to our arrangement was challenging. Each time we engaged in foreplay, I hoped that things would be different and that the experience would surpass previous encounters. Unfortunately, that was not the case. Nevertheless, one po
We didn't stay long and soon arrived at the police station where Alexander was brought. The police officers greeted us as soon as they saw us entering. "Good day. I am the Deputy Chief here," the elderly man greeted us as he cleaned his glasses. "Are you Mr. Brooks' daughter?" I nodded before sitting on a vacant chair, while Miguel stood by the door. "Mr. Mercedez called us earlier. He said it wasn't his son's intention to do what he did to you, Ma'am." "What? It wasn't his intention? He tried to rape me, Sir. Thankfully, my bodyguard arrived just in time!" I exclaimed in anger. "He said you're a couple and it's normal for partners to do such things," the Deputy Chief replied. "We're a couple? He's not my boyfriend, Sir. He was just courting me, and after what he did to me, I will never accept him!" "That's what Mr. Mercedez told us, Ma'am. I don't think he would lie to us." I sighed. "I never was his girlfriend. Mr. Mercedez's claims are not true." "Oh, Ma'am. Are you sugges
“Good morning, Kalix,” I greeted him as he saw me cooking in the kitchen.“Mommy?” he said, his eyes widening in surprise. He had grown used to me being locked in my room, crying and refusing to eat. “Good morning, Mommy!” His smile stretched from ear to ear before he ran toward me.I welcomed him with a tight hug, savoring the warmth of his laughter.Lena, Belen, and Norma could hardly believe their eyes when they saw me up early, cooking breakfast.How could I not be productive?The videos I uploaded were starting to go viral.I couldn’t wait to see Cecile swarmed by reporters, forcibly removed from her position.Even in the bathroom, I found myself singing as I showered.I couldn’t stop thinking about how they would handle the scandal that Cecile and Alexander had caused years ago.After all, she was the one who dragged Alexander’s name into the conversation—even though he had been dead for a long time.---“Ma’am Caroline!” Lena’s urgent voice came with a series of knocks on my do
I had been locked in my room for an entire week. Even the simplest tasks—bathing, wiping myself—felt like a struggle.I had lost my appetite.All I did was drink water.I was ashamed. Ashamed of Lena and my two helpers, who had to witness me like this.But I was also grateful. They were taking care of Kalix.At least someone was.---“Ma’am Caroline, I cooked your favorite food,” Belen said as she entered my room, smiling. She carried a tray of steaming dishes.The rich aroma of pork stew filled the air, mixing with the scent of other familiar foods she had prepared.But I felt nothing. No hunger. No interest.Even if she cooked all my favorite meals, it wouldn’t change anything.“Just put it on the table, Belen,” I said, my gaze distant.She hesitated before placing the tray on the bed instead.“Eat while the soup is still warm,” she coaxed gently. “You might not want it later if it gets cold.”I glanced at the table.The food they had brought me this morning was still there—untouche
I cried endlessly after leaving the hotel, clutching the urn that was said to contain Mommy’s ashes. Unable to bear it any longer, I opened it.Inside, I found a small box. Wiping my tears, I carefully took it out, my hands trembling.A customized photo locket necklace. Old. Worn.My attention was drawn to the pendant. Slowly, I opened it—and fresh tears spilled down my cheeks.Inside was a tiny photo. I was crying when it was taken, and Mommy... Mommy was smiling.My gaze dropped back to the box when I noticed more pictures inside.“Mommy...” I whispered, my voice breaking, as I pulled out the photographs.They were of us—when I was just a child, unaware of the cruelty of the world.As I looked through them one by one, the ache in my chest deepened. It felt like I couldn’t breathe.She was probably gone.For all these years, I had never known what it was like to be loved by a mother. I had always searched for that warmth, that care.I only found out about her last night. Now, I was d
I sat down on the floor and immediately hugged the urn. I didn’t know whether to believe what Don Ernesto had just said. Just last night, Lena told me that my real mother was still alive.“My real mother is still alive...” I murmured, staring at the urn. “I just found out last night that she was still alive.”Don Ernesto took a deep breath. “She passed away peacefully two years ago, hija.”I clutched my chest as a sharp pain tightened around my heart. Breathing became difficult. I shook my head.“Mommy is still alive.” I forced a smile and placed the urn on the floor. “She’s not dead yet. I’ll find her. I’ll find a way to bring her back.” I took a deep breath, holding back the tears stinging my eyes. “I saw the video. I saw how my own family abused her. This isn’t funny, Sir. If you’re mad at me because your precious life was put in danger, then fine—I’m sorry. But don’t play with my mother’s life like this. This is not a joke.”“I’m not joking, hija. And I’m not angry with you either
I sighed. I wanted to leave. My bitter smile remained as my eyes stayed fixed on their intertwined hands.“We are dating, Caroline,” Cecile repeated, her voice laced with warning. “If you’re planning to take Miguel away from me, you know where to find me.”I covered my mouth, laughing. She’s acting like a jealous girlfriend when they’re not even real.“I have no plans to take him from you, Ate. I’m happy with my life now. I’m free. I can do whatever I want.” I tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear before continuing, “Maybe you’re forgetting—he was mine before he was yours.”I met her glare head-on. “So don’t talk to me like that, Cecile. I don’t make a habit of stealing. Unlike you… who has a history of taking what isn’t yours.”“What did you just say?!” Cecile shrieked. She raised her hand to slap me, but I caught her wrist mid-air.“Try it,” I dared, tightening my grip. “Hit me and see what happens. I’ve been holding back for so long, but not anymore. I won’t let you bully me
I searched for more articles, specifically about the Gutierrez family. That’s when I discovered the truth—Roxanne Gutierrez, my real mother, and Glenda, my mother-in-law, are sisters.Daddy was Chairman Ricardo Gutierrez’s right-hand man and the husband of his eldest daughter.After reading multiple sources, even though years had passed, I began to piece everything together.The fire in their mansion wasn’t an accident.Everything was planned.There was a strong possibility that Daddy married Mommy Glenda because he believed he would inherit the company through her. But instead, the company was passed down to Roxanne Gutierrez.Daddy had a relationship with Roxanne before… because he had evil intentions.A sharp pain pulsed in my temples. I pressed my fingers against my head, groaning. I glanced at the wall clock—it was already past three in the morning.And I still hadn’t finished my work.My mind was spinning. What should I focus on now?Should I finish my work? Or should I finish w
I felt my entire body tremble. It was as if my breath had caught in my throat, refusing to escape, after hearing what Lena had just said.“M-My real mother is alive?” I asked in disbelief, my voice barely above a whisper. My breath hitched when Lena nodded.“Inside that CD, you’ll see how they abused Ma’am Roxanne. They kept her locked up in an underground facility, but I don’t know exactly where, Ma’am.”“No… this can’t be true, Lena…” I shook my head, refusing to believe it.“They wouldn’t be hunting me down if I were lying to you, Ma’am Caroline.” Lena’s grip tightened on my hand. “I won’t force you to believe me. Just watch the CD. That will prove I’m telling the truth.”She took a deep breath before continuing. “At first, I didn’t understand why they were looking for me. But when they killed my parents, they left a note at our house. They said that if I didn’t return the CD, they would kill me too. Terrified, I ran away and hid.”I stared at the CD in my hands, my chest tightenin
When the woman left, I also made my way out, my chest rising and falling as I struggled to catch my breath. Back in my office, I grabbed a glass of water and took a few sips, but for some reason, I was still sweating. The air conditioner was running loudly, yet it did nothing to ease the heat I felt.I forced myself to focus, diving back into the financial documents to complete the reports Miguel had assigned me. It was almost six o’clock in the evening, yet I was still nowhere near finished. My shift had officially ended at five, but I couldn’t leave yet—I was waiting for Manager Amelita. She hadn’t shown up today, and I needed to ask her something. I didn’t want to make a mistake on Miguel’s report, or else he might humiliate and insult me.My phone vibrated on the desk, pulling me out of my thoughts. I glanced at the screen and saw Belen’s name. I immediately answered.“Mommy, what time will you be home? I’m waiting for you so we can have dinner together.”I checked the wall clock
I felt a pang of relief after Manager Amelita left. But that relief quickly faded when I remembered what she had said—Miguel’s office was right next to mine. The thought alone made me want to go home to the condo.Frustrated, I forced myself to focus and began reading the hotel’s financial records.Halfway through, a wave of drowsiness washed over me. I glanced around, hoping to find a coffee maker, but there was nothing. The office was sparsely furnished, containing only a few essentials.A sudden knock on the door made me look up. I adjusted my skirt, noticing it had risen slightly, before making my way to the door.My grip on the doorknob tightened the moment I saw Miguel standing there. His forehead creased as soon as he laid eyes on me. Without a word, he handed me a stack of documents. I swallowed hard before accepting them.“Good day, Sir—”“Read and review these documents. Prepare a financial report. I need it on my desk before ten tomorrow morning.”I stared at the sheer volu