Colin was sensible enough to make sure I wouldn't be jealous. Fine. I'd add back the 20 flowers that I had taken out of my mental notebook.Happily and obediently, I went to the room to get changed. As soon as I removed my top, Colin came in. He saw my bare skin, and his gaze immediately sharpened. He slowly walked toward me. I saw danger in his eyes.Recalling the steamy session that we had just now, my cheeks reddened and turned warm. I was clothed back then, so I was protected. But now, I was only covered by my bra. My straps were my only protection. I was afraid that Colin might be unable to hold back. Colin closed the door behind him. To make sure that it was shut tight, he even leaned back to close it. Then, he approached me. Following my widening gaze, he pulled me into his arms. His hands brushed against my smooth back, and he kissed my shoulder.Then, he planted more kisses on my shoulder and back. My bra straps tugged against my skin. I didn't know what Colin was feeling
Before I knew it, I was thrown on top of a bed in a luxurious room. When did Colin book a room? Why wasn't I told about it?Then, Colin climbed on top of me and began raining kisses on my torso. I couldn't resist him."What are you doing? I want to have tacos," I asked with labored breath."But I want to have you," he replied. His body was so hot, and his voice was husky, teasing my nerves.Realizing that I couldn't escape, I stopped struggling. I allowed myself to be carried away by his affection."I want you. Can you give it to me?" he asked shamelessly."I don't know." I looked away, too shy to answer.For a couple in their honeymoon period, "I don't know" was a magical phrase. They could interpret it however they wanted, and what they wanted would always come true."Stay here. I'll take a shower. Wait for me. And don't ever think of running away," he warned before entering the bathroom. Then, he shot me a seductive grin."Okay."Why would I run away? I had to face this so
Perhaps I felt threatened by Jasmine's presence. Or perhaps I finally came to terms with my feelings. Or maybe the ambiance was just right.Giving myself to my probational boyfriend was a leap of faith, to say the least. Yet I was well aware of what I was doing. I did not resist it.No, it had to be because I fell in love with Colin. And this love ran deep in me. It was rooted in my heart. Perhaps I took it for granted because it was Colin.And tonight, I would give myself to him. I would become his. It felt rather romantic but nerve-racking. My heart was pounding so loudly.Slowly, the urge to flee waned. Replacing it was the feeling of anticipation.The main lights in the room had been switched off. Only two bed lights remained. The dim room was shrouded in mystery.When I left the bathroom, Colin was looking at his phone, topless. His muscular body continued to entice me. Maybe he was born to seduce humans.When he heard me, he lifted his head, and his flawless face flashed m
Jasmine!It was not my fault this time. I looked at him out of reflex, and he did the same too, though he looked more annoyed than me. I didn't detect any sense of panic in his clear eyes. There was only rage.Why was he mad? He brought her here and put her in a hotel. I didn't ask her to call him to interrupt our intimate moment. Glaring at me wouldn't do anything.I lay on the bed with a mirthless smile and pretended not to see the phone that was delivered to me. I came back today. And at 9:47 pm, Jasmine called Colin from a hotel—a place that easily led many to think of intercourse.I was gone for a month. How many calls had she made to Colin? How did he deal with it? More importantly, why did she have to call him this late at night? To put it bluntly, what problem could a woman possibly have at night that required the attention of a man?Perhaps there was no personal agenda whatsoever. Did she call this late to inquire about her injuries? No way. I would never believe that stu
I closed my eyes and waited for the frustration and anger within me to die down before opening them. Then, I gazed at Colin. "What happened? Must you go to her at night? Isn't it too late now?"What I didn't say out loud was why he had to go to her when she was being cared for by her bodyguards.Colin paused for a while and looked at me. Then, he ruffled my hair and cooed, "Come on, she was injured because of me. I'm sure she called me because she ran into a huge problem. By right, I should be there to help her."You're a sensible girl, babe. Just go to bed. I'll be back soon if it's nothing too serious."If it was very serious, when would he come back? Again, that was a question that I did not ask out loud.Sometimes, I felt like I was the embodiment of a dilemma. I knew that Colin was right. He should visit Jasmine as she was injured because of him. But personally, I couldn't let my boyfriend go to another woman's room late at night. It wasn't right."I'll come with you. Jasmin
I said nothing. Instead, I raised my head and looked defiantly into his eyes, telling him that I was going in no matter what.Colin knew there was more than met the eyes. Ignoring the refusal from the tall man, he grabbed my hand and dragged me in.The tall man shrugged in resignation. Once we entered the room, Colin managed to locate the switch and turn on the lights. Following a crisp click, the sight of the room entered our vision.The sight made me gasp out loud.Jasmine was lying on the bed. Her hair was still wet, her cheeks were scarlet, and her eyes were glossy. The white bathrobe was draped lazily on her body, and the huge opening on her chest gave sneak peeks of what she packed underneath.Her body was pointed toward the door. Her shoulders were exposed, and her long, fair legs were on full display. There was a red spot on her knee, the center of which was a minuscule cut.No wonder the tall man said he wasn't sure if she needed to go to the hospital or not. By the look
I was very blunt in my wording, but she deserved it. She knew that Colin was taken yet she tried to seduce him anyway. This wasn't an issue of who had no shame. She was immoral. Full stop.She behaved like a jerk, so she deserved to be insulted.And truth be told, I was mad and disappointed in her. She was smart and beautiful. Why did she have to devote her energy to stealing someone's boyfriend? What was wrong with her?Jasmine, while hypocritical, was intelligent enough to catch what I was trying to say. She bit her lip and tried to deny all allegations. "You have the wrong idea, Lulu. Colin and I are friends. This must be a misunderstanding. Colin isn't a cheater.""Oh?" I raised my brow. "What did I say? What misunderstanding do I have? Colin isn't a cheater, but what about you, Jasmine? What kind of person are you? Oh, aren't you injured? Is it serious? Should I call the police? Oh wait, I mean ambulance."Colin was sulking. The air around him turned unfamiliar, and he donned
Oh, Jasmine shouldn't look at me with those eyes. Everyone was selfish in a relationship. She tried to steal Colin away knowing full well that he was taken, and she showed no remorse for it. I was trying to defend my relationship. What was wrong with that?"You can't say that, babe.""No, there's no need to check," Colin and Jasmine said simultaneously.I was the recipient of two different sentences.Colin turned around and tried to grab my hand. However, I flailed around and broke free. He wore a complex expression.I glared at him angrily and squeezed out a few words, "We'll talk when we're back."Then, my gaze returned to Jasmine. I was not going to argue with Colin right now. Otherwise, I would have walked into her trap."Are you sure, Jasmine? You struck such a sexy pose just now. If Colin had come here alone, what would you have done? Would you have asked him to apply the ointment for you? To tuck you in?" I stared right into Jasmine's eyes, refusing to let her break eye c
Luna furiously scolded me, asserting that I didn't deserve Queenie's love and that Queenie had been blind to my true colors all those years. Driven mad by desperation, I chased after Queenie, determined to tell her I was wrong and plead for another chance to prove myself. However, the young man intervened, delivering a swift and punishing combination of punches and kicks that knocked me to the ground. Humiliated, I struggled to get up and fight back, unwilling to lose to another man.Despite his youthful appearance, the look in his eyes as he glanced at Queenie was undeniable. It was a blend of love, desire, and possessiveness only a man could understand.I was consumed by the thought that he wasn't worthy of my precious Queenie's love.Nevertheless, my body felt heavy and powerless. It was as if the strength had been drained from me. The blows rained down on me, bringing with them a strange sense of relief amidst the pain. Part of me yearned for him to kick me harder, inflict
I wanted nothing more than to run to Queenie, to hold her tightly and tell her how much I missed her during those endless days apart. I wanted to kiss her deeply and feel the warmth of her embrace. I called out, "Queenie, I'm here."Seeing me seemed to jolt Queenie from her joyous state, replacing it with a vacant expression. Mere moments before, she had been smiling brightly, her eyes aglow with happiness. Now, she appeared lost, her initial elation dissipating into a blank, unresponsive gaze.I couldn't understand why she had turned so distant upon seeing me. The love and joy that once shone in her eyes were nowhere to be found. As I observed her, I wondered if our time apart had caused her to forget. Or perhaps the events of the past had wounded her so profoundly that she had stopped waiting for me.The thoughts terrified me, and I dared not ask for fear of confirming my suspicions. All I wanted was to hold her, kiss her, and tell her how much I missed her. Yet, it seemed tha
I had no interest in Daniela's pregnancy, so I kicked her out of the house. My friends came to console me, each expressing their sympathies with a drink because they didn't know how else to comfort me.The money I had sent to Queenie's account was quickly returned as the account had been closed. Her phone number became unreachable, and when I sought her at her parents' home, I found the elderly couple waiting anxiously for their daughter's return. I lost not only Queenie but any connection to her. I grew disinterested in everything, neglecting my company and spending my days in a drunken haze.Then, my uncle came. We drank through the night as he shared tales of his hardships, the painful memories of his mother, and the years he spent alone, suffering.He said, "Everyone has their fate, Flynn. And choosing one thing often means losing another. Just as you've chosen to fight for the family business, you've sacrificed a part of yourself. But you must rise and fight me with all you'v
Queenie would then jump off the cliff, leaving me to jolt awake in a cold sweat. I endured each twilight in my hopeless vigil, counting down the days.On the 75th day, the door finally unlocked. I stepped outside and realized that this was the neighborhood where Queenie and I lived. All this time, we had been mere yards apart.My mom truly knew how to break a person's spirit. All I had to do was lift my head to see the pomegranate tree planted in our yard.I stumbled toward our home, my wounds screaming as I desperately called for Queenie. But the immaculate house stood eerily silent, echoing my footsteps like thunder.Except for Queenie, every possession remained meticulously in place—the exquisite clothes, expensive jewelry, and designer cosmetics.Queenie was gone, and the thought of losing her drove me into a frenzy.I collapsed in the middle of the room, sobbing uncontrollably. Regret consumed me. I should have never let my family's threats manipulate me and left Queenie to
I clenched my fists, barely resisting the urge to rush over to Queenie's side. All I wanted was to embrace her and whisper assurances that I would protect her, always. But I knew I had no right to do so.My dad's threat hung heavy in my mind, and the stares of Daniela and her mother bore into Queenie like daggers. One wrong move or word and those blades would descend upon Queenie, cutting her to shreds.The pain was unbearable. I felt sorry for Queenie. I was powerless and couldn't help her. With all my heart, I wished for her to stay strong and survive. She deserved better than me. Daniela's mother slapped Queenie, calling her a whore and a homewrecker, accusing her of seducing other people's boyfriends.Queenie stood rigidly, her gaze filled with humiliation. Her lips trembled, and the light in her eyes gradually faded.I winced in agony but held myself together, picking up Daniela and walking away.Countless times afterward, I berated myself for choosing to take Daniela away
We both knew the truth—neither of us could cross the chasm that had formed between our hearts.After that, I went home almost every day. We managed to maintain a semblance of normalcy in our day-to-day lives. We prepared sumptuous dinners and tended to our garden. I even considered adopting a pet to keep Queenie company while I was away.However, no matter how hard we tried, we couldn't rekindle the warmth we had once shared. Queenie hardly smiled anymore. No matter what I did to cheer her up, she would only give a half-hearted smile, her eyes remaining cold and distant.I knew something had transpired during our separation, but she refused to discuss it. My attempts to uncover the truth through private investigators were in vain. Any evidence had been meticulously erased.Eventually, I realized Queenie was simply biding her time, waiting for the moment when she would be forced to relinquish all hope and leave.A month later, my mother joyfully told me that Daniela was pregnant an
I grabbed a brush from the bathroom and scrubbed myself furiously, desperate to wash away the overwhelming sense of filth. Even as the rough bristles tore into my skin, drawing blood and causing searing pain, I felt no closer to feeling clean.My mind was consumed with thoughts of Queenie and the nearly five years we had spent together—the happy moments, the arguments, every single memory.At that moment, I realized I was terrified. Never before had I experienced such abject fear. Knowing Queenie's uncompromising stance on love and fidelity, I knew she would never forgive me once she discovered my transgression.She would undoubtedly turn and leave, heedless of any pleas I might make. I probably wouldn't even have the courage to ask for her forgiveness in the face of her justified anger.I regretted everything. If I had listened to my friends and taken Queenie away from all this, none of this would have happened. But I had hesitated. Even now, I couldn't be certain if my hesitati
Yesterday afternoon, my dad called and demanded that I make a decision within two days, or they would take action.I felt cornered because I genuinely didn't know how to talk to Queenie about this. The mere idea of her packing her belongings and leaving, accompanied by the unspeakable anguish it would inflict upon me, was a burden too heavy to bear.I wasn't sure if I could ever have a semblance of normality in my life again after that.So, I gathered some friends to drink with me. I drank heavily because I had made a decision—a disgraceful, heartless decision. The thought of what I would have to face the next day made life seem hopeless, so I drank even more.Before losing consciousness, I handed my car keys to my assistant, using my last bit of clarity to tell him to take me home no matter what state I was in.Even if it meant returning to the Hayes family's residence, he should not leave me out on the streets. Despite the imminent breakup, I wanted to part ways with Queenie in
My mom proved to be even more ruthless than my dad. She found me, dropped to her knees without a word, and begged me. She reminded me of the years they had spent raising me, pleading that I ensure they wouldn't be left without a sense of security in their old age.In essence, they were pressuring me to abandon everything. I was to pursue money and power for their sake, secure the Hayes family's head position, and ensure our grip on wealth and influence. Their priority was maintaining their luxurious, elevated lifestyle. My happiness, my desires—whether I even wanted those things—meant nothing to them. Sometimes, it felt like I was nothing more than a tool for achieving their ambitions.My dad told me bluntly that he would go after Queenie if I didn't comply. He said, "You're right. I'm incapable of outmaneuvering your uncle. But no matter how incompetent I am, I can easily make Queenie's life in Harveyton unbearable."To be honest, that day was the coldest my heart had ever felt