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
Before Marianne could say anything, Elena slapped her across the face. Marianne instinctively held her cheek, her eyes wide as they met Elena's. She was confused, unsure of what to do. The slap seemed to have stunned her, leaving her even more disoriented.“Call an ambulance!” a concerned customer shouted, snapping her back to reality. Scrambling for her phone, Marianne dialed the emergency number with trembling fingers.As the call connected, Vincent entered the restaurant. His eyes widened as he took in the chaotic scene. He rushed to Marianne, who had just dropped the phone from her ear, her eyes brimming with tears. Everything felt surreal. While a part of her suspected Elena could have orchestrated this, it made no sense.Moments later, the wail of sirens signaled the arrival of the ambulance. Just as the paramedics entered, Jake and Alexander arrived. Alexander had forgotten his phone and had come back to retrieve it when Jake stopped by his office to visit, so they had come tog
The hospital bustled with activity as medical staff tended to patients who had been brought in urgently. Elena sat beside Sophia, who had been receiving treatment for some time.A small smile spread across Elena’s face, satisfied that everything had gone according to her plan. She had submitted a report urging the police not to release Marianne unless Sophia, the victim, chose to do so. Her joy knew no bounds as the cops complied with her false plea.“Let’s see how you expect to get Alex while stuck behind bars... I’ll make sure that even Jayson can’t bail you out, no matter what you try. I’ll ensure you regret starting this love rivalry with me,” Elena murmured, oblivious to the fact that Sophia had already opened her eyes.Sophia smirked as she turned to face Elena, clearing her throat as she prepared to sit upright.“Come closer,” Sophia said, her right hand attached to an IV drip as she gestured for Elena to lean in. However, Elena furrowed her brows in concern, helping her to sit
Jayson stood still, staring at Vincent as he explained the situation. He didn’t fully believe the nonsense Vincent had said, but at this point, he had nothing to lose. Just as he was about to speak, the news broadcast shifted to an interview featuring Alexander and Marianne. "He's really taking the blame?" Jayson thought, his brows knitting together. "Does he seriously want to destroy both his reputation and his company?" he murmured under his breath. His frown gradually shifted into a smirk when a question from one of the reporters caught his ear—people were still talking about Marianne being his fiancée. He couldn't believe they still remembered that detail. Without saying another word, Jayson turned on his heel and made his way toward the exit, with Vincent following closely behind. "So, are you going to save Marianne?" Vincent asked, but Jayson didn’t even glance back. “That’s none of your business. We're not close enough to share that kind of information,” Jayson replied as h
Jayson picked up his phone, hesitating before dialing Sophia's number. He knew that dealing with her never came without a price. In her world, everything was a transaction—give and take.Still, he decided to give it a shot. If she demanded something he could handle, he would agree, even if it meant indulging her for a day. He was fairly certain, though, that she wouldn’t ask for that. What happened that morning had felt more like her attempt to know whether he still had feelings for her.With a deep breath, he dialed her number. She answered immediately, as if she had been expecting his call for years."Look who finally called... So, what do you need me to do?" she asked, skipping any pretense of small talk."Are you still in San Diego?" Jayson asked. There was a brief pause, as if she were deciding how to answer."Technically, yes. But I’m at the airport, and my flight leaves in about ten minutes," she said. "Should I cancel it? Are you reconsidering? Do you want me to come over?" sh
Elena clenched her fists tightly as she stormed out of the house, her anger intensifying with every step. She cursed herself for being so naïve and foolish, rushing to San Diego without fully considering her plan. She grabbed her phone, attempting once again to call the mysterious person who had informed her about Alexander and Marianne and insisted she come to San Diego. But, as before, the number was no longer in service.Frustrated, she groaned and raked her fingers through her hair."Why is it always him calling me, and why can't I ever call back?" she muttered, biting down on her lip in anger. Her eyes landed on Jake's car, and as she moved closer, she spotted Emilio inside, fast asleep."Let’s hope you’re not Alexander’s child," she murmured to herself, opening the car door. With a swift motion, she cut a strand of Emilio's hair."I hope you won't hate me too much for this, little one, but your mother has to pay for everything she’s done to me... including just being alive," she
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,"