Alexandra pulled up to Jayson's mansion, just in time to see him preparing to get into his car for work. A smirk crept onto Alexander's face as he exited his vehicle and walked toward Jayson, who paused mid-step, noticing his approach. Jayson stood up straighter, his expression cold and unreadable, as Alexander drew closer with a measured stride.Taking a brief glance around, Alexander observed the mansion before turning his attention to Jayson, whose face showed clear displeasure. With a smirk, Alexander leaned casually against Jayson's car, folding his arms across his chest."Why are you here?" Jayson asked, his voice clipped."To talk about Anne," Alexander replied nonchalantly. Jayson opened his mouth to respond, but Alexander didn't let him speak."Let me get something straight first. No matter what you do—even if you tear your heart out and beg her to take it—you'll never win her back. Marianne is different; she’s my woman, and do you know why?" Alexander asked, eyeing Jayson an
"Who are you?" Javier shouted, struggling to free himself from the police but couldn't."Who am I?" Alexander responded calmly. "I'm Alexander, the kind of man who can't stand it when what's mine is tampered with. And if there's one thing you should know about me; I hold grudges, and I hold them well." A slight smile played on his lips as he made his way toward Michael. Once there, he sat down beside him."Michael, I swear, I’ll make you pay for this, even if it drains the last ounce of blood from my body. I’m going to expose you for what you truly are," Javier spat, his voice thick with venom. Alexander clicked his tongue sharply, cutting him off."Who said you're leaving prison any time soon? Even if Michael decides to have you released and I allow it, I’ll have you thrown back in the moment you pull any stupid stunt " Alexander shrugged nonchalantly.Michael kept his eyes down, refusing to look at his mother or brother as the officers led them out of the ward."Thank you, sir," he
As Marianne and Jayson stepped into Michael's hospital room, she scanned the space, searching for any trace of his family. When she didn’t spot them, her brow knitted in confusion. Where could they be? The room felt unnervingly quiet without their usual commotion. Just then, Michael opened his eyes, having been asleep since Alexander and Jake had left."Marianne," he said softly when he saw her. She smiled warmly and moved to sit beside him, her hand instinctively reaching out to check for any sign of a fever, but there was none."I’m fine," Michael assured her with a faint smile, taking her hand gently in his. "I’m sorry about earlier. My family can be a lot to handle...""Did you eat anything? I brought you some snacks," Marianne interrupted, not wanting him to continue. She had experienced his family’s behavior firsthand and didn’t need any further explanation. Her gaze wandered around the quiet room again before she turned back to him."Where’s your mom and your brother? I haven’t
"Elena..." Jake called, trying to reach for her, but she shot him a glare that made him stop in his tracks."Can someone tell me what's going on?" Elena demanded. Alexander said nothing, his gaze shifting to Marianne, who stood silently, unable to find her voice."We need to get to the hospital," Alexander stated, attempting to help Marianne into the car, ignoring Elena’s presence. But Elena grabbed his arm, stopping them in their tracks, her frown deepening."I just asked a damn question, and I expect a fucking answer... Is that boy yours?" she yelled. Alexander didn’t respond verbally, but his expression instantly darkened. He cast a cold, warning glare at Elena, making her slowly release him as she realized how much she had crossed the line.That look... she knew it all too well. This was only the second time Alexander had ever looked at her like that, a look that always unsettled her—as though she were the enemy. The first time had been back in school, when she'd soaked Marianne w
"Let’s say I did ask you out..." Elena started, blinking rapidly as she locked eyes with him. "Alex, I thought I meant everything to you. You told me you loved me." Her voice faltered, though she tried not to let his words get into her head. It hurt, but she wanted to believe he only said it out of anger—and she was right."It's getting late, Elena. You should leave. I had a hectic day," Alexander replied, taking off his shirt, not caring that she was still there. He knew his words had hurt her, and he regretted it a little, but her behavior had called for it.Elena closed her eyes briefly, trying to calm herself as she processed his words."So... the woman you’re chasing now is Anne? Really, Alex? How could you do this to me?" Her voice, trembling with disbelief, rose louder than she had intended. "What if people hear about this? It could’ve been anyone, but Marianne?""Elena!" Alexander snapped, his voice sharp, making her flinch. He inhaled deeply, then shut his eyes for a brief mo
Sophia slipped her phone into her pocket as she approached Jayson's door. Her gaze drifted to the apartment nearby, and a smirk appeared at the corner of her lips. “So that’s where she lives? They must be running into each other all the time,” she thought with amusement. "Jayson really does have an eye for beauty. Too bad she's now my target..." Sophia clicked her tongue in mock sympathy, knowing full well what she was capable of when she set her mind on something. She walked closer to Jayson's door, her lips curling into a smile. She knocked gently but received no response. She hadn’t planned on coming here today, but after seeing him that morning, she missed him. He had grown even more handsome over the years, and the thought of him made her want him even more. She knocked again, a little louder this time. After a few seconds, just as she raised her hand to knock for the third time, the door suddenly opened. There he was, standing in the doorway, his expression unreadable, his e
The next morning, Marianne slowly opened her eyes and glanced to the side. By the counter in the hospital ward, she spotted her five-year-old son, carefully trying to make tea for her. A soft chuckle escaped her as she quietly observed him, noticing how he was determined to get everything right, even though he wasn’t very skilled at it.When she saw him start to approach, she quickly closed her eyes, pretending to still be asleep.Emilio gently placed the cup of tea on a tray beside her bed, then climbed onto the bed to sit next to her.“Mom?” he whispered, but she kept her eyes shut. Not wanting to disturb her rest, he hesitated, but a small grin crept onto his face when he saw her eyelids twitch slightly, giving her away.“Are you sure you’re not awake?” he teased, moving his face closer to hers.He kissed her cheek and smiled warmly.“Good morning, Mom,” he greeted softly, and that’s when she opened her eyes. With a wide smile, she pulled him into a tight hug, holding him close. Fr
Jayson struggled, but the temptation was too powerful. Sophia didn’t give him a moment of space as she carried on. She pulled down his trousers and took hold of his shaft, stroking it a few times before putting it into her mouth. Jayson shut his eyes, groaning in ecstasy as she sucked him like the pro she was, occasionally deep-throating him. She was a bad bitch—one who gave him the perfect head. Each time his d*ck hit the back of her throat, she gagged and smiled, clearly enjoying herself.“Can…” Jayson’s words were cut off by a throaty groan as she began stroking his already hard length faster, teasing his balls at every opportunity. She smiled, hovering over him, seemingly ready to mount him when he suddenly pushed her to the other side of the bed and glared at her as he adjusted his trousers.Sophia frowned, then smirked. Though she was horny, she could wait a few hours before finding something to satisfy herself when she got home.“I almost had you for a second. Guess my mouth
The next day, Marianne and the others were at the hospital, except for Dylan and Michael, who had prior commitments but promised to visit later that evening. Grandma Emma arrived at the hospital, her warm presence immediately filling the room. She gently picked up Emilio and held him in her arms before turning to Jake. “Once again, I’m so proud of you,” she said, reaching out to ruffle Jake’s hair affectionately. Jake swatted her hand away with a playful grin. “I’m not a baby, Grandma!” he whined, eliciting laughter from everyone in the room. Marianne smiled faintly at the heartwarming scene, but her thoughts were elsewhere. Her mind lingered on Alexander, still lying unconscious in his hospital bed. Suddenly, Romeo burst into the room, a bag of ice cream in hand and urgency written all over his face. “Something’s going on,” he announced, hurrying to grab the remote. The TV flickered on, and the image of a news anchor appeared. “This just in,” the reporter began. “A ship
An ambulance was called immediately. Marianne, Jake and Emilio were carefully placed inside as the sirens wailed into the night, and the vehicle sped toward the hospital. Meanwhile, Vincent and the other officers stayed behind to survey the area, but there was no sign of Jayson. He had escaped. "What now? If he gets out of here, gets another surgery… we’ll have a much bigger problem on our hands," one officer muttered, glancing nervously at Vincent, who ran a hand through his hair in frustration. "Meaning Sophia and Elena would have died for nothing? No," Vincent growled, his eyes hardening. "We finish this. He doesn’t walk away." Determined, Vincent moved away from the group, scanning the area for any sign of the fugitive. Still, Jayson was nowhere to be found. "We should issue an announcement," another officer suggested. Without hesitation, the team dispersed to their vehicles to alert the public and organize a citywide manhunt. The head of the police approached Vinc
Vincent tore the small plastic seal open, revealing the flash drive hidden inside. He stared at it for a moment, his mind racing with curiosity. "Where can I plug this in?" he asked, his tone calm but urgent. The officer pointed him toward a desk with a computer. Vincent inserted the drive, his fingers steady, but his heart pounded as the files loaded onto the screen. Rows of folders appeared...documents, images, and most notably, a series of videos. One caught his attention immediately..."Confession by Sophia Latino."He clicked play. The screen flickered to life, showing a young woman with sharp eyes and a determined expression. Her voice was firm, but there was a trace of fear behind her words. "I, Sophia Latino, documented all of this because I don’t trust Desmond Howard..." Vincent froze as the name struck a chord deep within him. His brow furrowed as he whispered it aloud. "Desmond Howard? Why does the name sounds familiar?"The officer beside him, Sergeant Miller, narr
"Elena," Jayson whispered, his voice sharp with bitterness. His eyes darkened as he stared at the screen, the tension in his jaw tightening with every second. Rage blurred his vision, making it hard to focus on the task at hand. He wanted to smash the screen, but a sudden knock at the door interrupted his thoughts. With a sigh, he set the food aside and walked to the door. When he opened the door, one of his men stood waiting. "Boss," the man greeted him, bowing slightly. Jayson nodded in acknowledgment. His expression remained cold "I have a job for you," he said, pulling out his phone, tapped a few times, and handed it over. "This is her number. Track her down." His gaze hardened, his voice dropping to a chilling calm. "Silence her." The man gave a nod, his eyes glinting with understanding, before turning to leave. Jayson closed the door quietly behind him. His mind raced, but there was no time for hesitation. Instead of returning to Marianne, he moved swiftly to his bed
Across from her, Jayson found a seat and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his eyes a dark, endless abyss. "You deserve the truth," he began, his tone eerily soft, like a lover sharing a secret. "You always did."Marianne felt her heart thudding painfully in her chest. "What are you talking about?"He smiled, but it wasn’t warm. It was hollow, devoid of humanity. "Who I really am," he said slowly. "You’ve known pieces of me...the parts I’ve let you see. But that’s not the whole story. It never was."She sniffed but he sighed, a sound filled with false regret. "I grew up in a house where pain was currency, where love was a weapon. My parents… they weren’t just abusive. They were the kind of monsters that lived behind closed doors with smiling faces for the world. They crushed me until there was nothing left. But one night, I heard someone say, ‘If you can’t escape your suffering, end it.’ I took those words to heart. I went home, and I ended it." He met her gaze, unbli
The sirens of the police car blared in the distance, growing faint as Vincent watched it disappear down the street. He exhaled slowly, his eyes filled with determination. The officers had taken over the scene just as planned. Now, there was only one place left to be. The hospital "Let’s go," he muttered to the others before slipping into his car as they drove off.The minute he arrived, he rushed through the sterile corridors, searching. His eyes found Charlotte standing near the waiting area. She looked small and fragile, her arms wrapped around herself as if trying to hold herself together. "Where’s Jake? And what about Alexander? Is he not out yet?" Vincent asked as he strode toward her. Without answering, Charlotte threw herself into his arms, hugging him tightly like a scared child. Her grip was so firm it surprised him. Vincent sighed heavily, patting her back with gentle impatience. "You’re an expectant mother. Cut the child act and start acting like a woman.?" Vincent c
“I’m sorry, Marianne,” Jayson muttered under his breath as he drove away.In a matter of minutes, Jayson reached his apartment, the tires of his car screeching to a halt. He stepped out swiftly, lifting Emilio from his mother's side. The child stirred lightly, leaning against Jayson’s chest as he carried him inside and settled him in a room.Without a moment's pause, he returned for Marianne’s unconscious form, and also carried her. Just as he turned toward the house, Elena appeared, her eyes narrowing as she took in the scene before her. "Well, I’m not here for this," she said, drawing his attention. "Why the hell did you get Alexander involved in an accident?" Jayson said nothing. He kept his expression blank as he carried Marianne past her as if he wasn't the one being questioned.Elena chuckled softly, trailing after him. "Are you ignoring me now?" she asked. "Did you forget I have evidence that could destroy you? Ruin everything you’ve built? And maybe... Lead to your death?"
Elena stepped into the house, her eyes immediately landing on Hailey sitting at the dining table, chattering away with her nanny. The little girl was so absorbed in their conversation that she didn’t even notice her mother’s arrival. The nanny, amused, chuckled softly at whatever Hailey was saying. "Ma’am... you’re back," the nanny murmured, rising to her feet. Hailey turned her head just in time to see her mother fully enter the house. Her eyes lit up. "Mom!" she beamed, abandoning her food as she jumped off her chair and ran toward Elena. Elena knelt down, gently ruffling her daughter’s hair. "How have you been, my love?" she asked, cupping Hailey’s small face before kissing her forehead. "I’m fine, Mom. But I missed you so much last night," Hailey muttered, her lips forming a small pout. "Where did you go? You’ve never slept outside unless you were traveling." Elena smiled, brushing a stray curl away from Hailey’s face. "I had to look for a job yesterday. Since we moved
Charlotte left Jake’s place that morning, her mind already set on collecting her belongings. Not that she’d be moving in with Jake...no, Grandma Emma had graciously offered her one of her mansions to stay in until the case with her mother was resolved. Charlotte had been overwhelmed with gratitude, thanking Emma profusely for her kindness. Jake had offered to accompany her, but she declined. "You’re expecting Alexander, remember? It wouldn’t be nice if he came by and found the house empty," she reminded him. Still, Jake had made her promise to be careful. She assured him she would. Now, as she sat in the cab, her head rested against the window, lost in thought. The city blurred past, but her mind was miles away. She knew her family loved her dearly...there was no question of that...but her mother… Her mother would be a whole different story. To her, Charlotte was still a baby, and the idea of her own baby carrying another child would be a shock. "I hope Mom doesn’t scold me,"