Brandon Henderson's Narrative. I sat in my office, staring at the statement I wrote last night. This statement would be my address to the nation. On Monday morning, while I was away, the Zenith Incorporation tower was attacked by the Phoenix Brigade, a terrorist organization wreaking havoc across our country. They kidnapped ten workers, including the granddaughter of one of our facility care techs - a five-month-old baby whose parents tragically passed away in a horrific motor accident two months ago, leaving her in the care of her elderly grandmother.My intention was to address the nation, convey my deep concern and share my plans to ensure the safe recovery of the kidnapped workers and their reunion with their families. Furthermore, I wanted to reassure the public that such an incident would never occur again.As I continued to stare at the statement, my mind was consumed by the devastating call I received from Samuel Coleman last night - a call that stole away my sleep, caused m
It was our Bachelorette night, and I found myself sitting on an elevated platform in the ballroom of the estate, surrounded by a few friends. However, my mind was unsettled, and it felt as if my heart was being torn apart. Tomorrow, I will be marrying my kidney donor. An event which should have brought me joy, but it didn't. Instead, I found myself continuously staring at the door and gazing out the window, almost hoping that Emma would emerge from the shadows, even though her presence wouldn't change the fact that I was getting married and would never be with her. As the night deepened, it became clear to me that I was asking shooting stars for a dance in the daylight where wishes shy away from the sun's truth. Like, I was dreaming of snowflakes in the desert of reality where wishes melt before they touch the ground. I couldn't bear the severe pain any longer, so I stood up and decided to head to my mother's estate. Two of my trusted bodyguards followed me, while Colonel Jared
Emma's Narrative It was already Saturday, the day of Brandon and Rachel's civil marriage. As I woke up in the morning, I felt an overwhelming sadness lingering from the dream I had."I told you to stop their civil marriage with the video in our possession, but you refused and claimed the civil marriage is a sham. And now, you're upset because Brandon is marrying Rachel," Vera remarked as she tidied up our room."It's not a real marriage. I don't see the point in wasting my energy on something that holds no value," I insisted."Then why are you feeling sad about the marriage?" Vera questioned, standing with her hands on her hips, staring at me."Last night, I had a dream where Brandon and I were intimate, and it felt amazing. He was quite gentle with me and pampered me like old times. But upon waking up, I realized it was just a dream, and I felt like crying. Now, the dream has left me feeling incredibly horny. My body feels so wet and my vulva is swollen! It's driving me crazy!" I ex
With the domestic worker tag pinned to my chest, I managed to navigate the security personnel without any interrogation. As I ascended the spiral staircase, I pondered on the best approach to enter the bedroom."Good evening," I greeted the vigilant bodyguards. They remained silent and fixed their serious gazes on me."I've… been sent by the boss to check on the worker in his room," I faltered, my eyes narrowed involuntarily because I lied. "Did he provide you with the entrance password?" one of the bodyguards inquired."N… no," I replied, my voice trembling slightly."Leave here immediately!" bellowed one of the bodyguards, rising from his seat and moving towards me as if he intended to forcefully eject me down the staircase."Oh, I… almost forgot, he… did give me the password," I stammered, determined to attempt the password that Brandon consistently used across all his possessions. If the password failed, I would raise the alarm. That was my plan."Enter the password there," the b
Slowly, I walked toward the bed, a chilly feeling enveloped me as I sat next to Brandon. Tears welled up in my eyes and as I continued staring at him, the tears began to drop on his chest.Brandon, with weakened eyes, stared back at me, but I doubted he recognized the person beside him as me. Slowly, I lightly ran my palm across his bare chest, tears continued to stream down my face and landed on Brandon's chest.As there was no response from the woman standing in the middle of the room, I lifted my head gradually to meet her gaze. To my surprise, she also had tears in her eyes. Our eyes locked, yet neither of us said a word to each other."You love him, right?" The woman murmured. I lowered my gaze. "Yes," I responded with a voice that sounded as though it came from a long way off and fixed my eyes back on Brandon. "Is he aware?" "Yes," I whimpered and silence filled the room again. "It's almost 9 p.m. What do you want me to do?" The woman murmured. "They injected poison into y
After spending hours relaxing in warm water, I began to feel better. I climbed onto the bed and began to recall everything that had happened earlier with a pang of desire. A smile curved my lips as I remembered how successfully Rachel's plan had been foiled. However, a terrifying realization washed over me when I remembered that I was ovulating and had no access to a plan B. "Oh, my God!!" I exclaimed, standing up from the bed and frantically searching for our phone. I found it hidden where Vera used to hide it, to prevent Rachel from taking it away. I quickly connected to the estate's WiFi and attempted to call Denzel through his social media messenger. However, it appeared that he was offline. I tried again in the early hours and this time Denzel picked up. "Baby boss, you need to leave the estate immediately," Denzel said urgently. "Why?" I asked, concerned. "Rachel just confirmed that Brandon raped one of his workers and murdered her to cover it up," Denzel burst into laughte
Brandon Henderson's Narrative On Sunday morning, I woke up as the daylight slowly filtered through the window, fully activating my senses. Upon opening my eyes, I noticed Rachel standing before me, fully dressed and wearing an angry expression. Instantly, I knew the reason for her displeasure."Good morning," Rachel greeted me, still wearing an angry expression."Rachel, I mistakenly called you Jewel last night. I'm very sorry. Emma's image was all over my face and I...," I began explaining."I didn't spend the night here," Rachel interrupted me with a dry tone."Are you sure?" I furrowed my brow and my gaze narrowed."I did not sleep here," Rachel reiterated."What?! Was Emma here last night?" I asked, hoping that the answer would be no. Rachel dragged out her response, leaving me in suspense, and causing my heart to almost leap out of my chest."Was she?!" I pushed further."No," Rachel finally replied, a smile playing on her lips. A sense of relief washed over me and I took a deep
Brandon Henderson's Narrative "Mornin'," Richard said as soon as he entered my private lounge, holding two glasses of beetroot juice. He had just come from the gym and his body was all sweaty and shiny. He placed one glass of beetroot juice on a small table next to the lounger I was lying on. "I wasn't surprised when you didn't show up at the gym this mornin'. Knowing' last night was your honeymoon," Richard chuckled and plopped himself on the sofa. I was deep in thought and so I did not utter a word. Richard took a sip from his glass and fixed his eyes on me. "What's up, buddy?" Richard asked. "Today is the saddest day of my life. Last night, while I was havin' a good time, even though I was completely wasted, I felt like I was in freakin' paradise and I never wanted it to end. But, wakin' up this mornin' and findin' out that I fucked one of my wife's servants, it just brought so much sadness to me," I mumbled. "Oh, my goodness! This is unreal. Tell me it didn't happen!" Richar
Emma's NarrativeIt had been fourteen days since Brandon sent me off to join Eleanor and Julian. I hadn't laid eyes on him and he hadn't called or answered any of my calls. The fourteen days felt like years.At 6 pm, I was in my room with my friends, admiring the dress Brandon had sent me for my birthday. "You look gorgeous," Vera said. I had found Vera at Susan's house last week, and we had reunited again."Thank you, Vera," I murmured sadly."What's wrong?" Vera asked."Why do I feel like Brandon is going to miss this party?" I asked."How could he miss it when he organized everything?" Vera and Gabrielle said almost in unison. I looked outside, but there was no sign of Brandon, and the party was about to start in the next five minutes.Suddenly, my phone rang, breaking the silence in the bedroom. I quickly picked up my phone, hoping it was Brandon calling. Disappointment washed over me when I saw who was calling."Who's on the line?" Jennifer asked."My mom," I responded as I answe
It has been fourteen days since my silent war against my enemies began. I needed to hurry up because Emma's birthday was coming up on Saturday. I must say the fourteen days were the most lonely days of my life. I couldn't wait to bring my family back home again. I took off my jacket as soon as I entered my office. I had just visited the secret camp Emma had told me about after carefully strategizing how to enter it. Finally, I managed to enter in the early hours, and the visit was quite newsworthy."Dr. Harry, I apologize for keeping you waiting," I said to the doctor who had been waiting for me since 3 p.m.. "What have you found out?" I asked as I sat down in my chair."Brandon, I have reviewed Rachel Winterberg's medical records, and there is no evidence of her undergoing any nephrology procedures. She is not listed as a kidney donor.""Are you sure? I mean, I distinctly remember her being my donor when I needed that kidney transplant," I said."Sir, I understand your concerns. How
Brandon's Narrative"Your body shut down three kidneys until my sister entered the picture. She saved your life, and my family won't hesitate to end your life if you don't validate your marriage with her," Jonah's words continued to echo in my head, robbing me of my appetite. "What must I do to ensure that no one ever reminds me of this?" I kept asking myself, but nothing came to mind. Even though Rachel saved my life, it didn't suppress the intense revenge that was growing in my mind. She had bitten off more than she could chew this time. "What are you planning to do about this complicated situation?" Richard asked, clearly confused as well."Nothing," I mumbled, trying to conceal my plans. "If news of everything gets out, including the fact that you got your friend's daughter pregnant and hid her in your house for nine months, passing off her baby as Rachel, and then secretly marrying your friend's daughter and pushing Rachel who saves your life aside, I'm not sure anyone would e
As I continued to stare at the men who had just walked boldly into the office, each dressed in sleek, black suits with discreet earpieces, projecting an air of professionalism, my heart skipped a beat. But when I felt Brandon's palm on mine, I took a deep breath and relaxed.As the men sat down, one of the men who had entered last stood behind the first person who walked boldly into the office. His intense gaze was too loud to ignore. "Ms. Coleman," one of the security agents said with an unsmiling face. " We got a tip that you have something concerning national security that you'd like to share with us. Please speak up and don't hold anything back," the security agent said."I... um..."The person standing behind him took a deep breath, and I slowly lifted my eyes to look at him. He was wearing a black T-shirt with a faint white inscription on it. I squinted and could barely make out the words "Silence or Son."I quickly averted my gaze and my heart started racing."Ma'am, what i
It was a beautiful Thursday morning, and the soft summer breeze blew in through the open curtains. I was in my private dining room, enjoying breakfast, getting ready to meet my husband in his office. Two of Brandon's bodyguards stood near the entrance.Suddenly, Rachel walked in, pulled up a chair, and plopped down. She quickly pushed aside the plate of food in front of me to get my attention, looking furious. Then, she burst out laughing."Just like Brandon told me, all dudes should stay in their own lane. So, I've decided to mind my own business and wait until the 13th of next month. There's gonna be a massive event happening that day. I wanna let you know that I'm gonna boot you out of this crib, so your pops, who's been named the chairman of the event, can take you home. If you don't wanna get embarrassed, you better pack up and start skedaddling! You disgusting idiot!" Rachel said through gritted teeth. She stood up and walked away. Jared, who was walking behind her like her o
"Jewel, I once thought my integrity would keep me grounded, but my romantic obsession for you has become a gravitational pull impossible to resist. Right now, everything I've believed in has capsized. I can't wait to explore this forbidden passion," Brandon whimpered, his voice flowed gently like melted chocolate, smooth and irresistibly sweet. I gasped and took a quick breath when Brandon's tongue sensually traced my earlobes and created a subtle moist sensation. His seductive and deliberate movements hinted at the impending revelation he was about to share in my ear."Be mine forever, Jewel," he breathed out. Hearing these words from Brandon sent some shivers down my spine and my eyes closed involuntarily. I wished Brandon knew how desperately I waited to hear this from his mouth. Brandon's words hung in the air delicately like a rose petal. Silence filled the room, and all I could hear was the rhythmic beating of our hearts, calling out each other's names. The warmth in Brandon'
"Emma, you need to see Brandon before you leave," Eleanor said as soon as I entered the grand foyer, holding a small bag and a few clothes I had ordered online.I decided to travel at 7 pm to avoid drawing unnecessary attention at the airport, as my picture has been circulated due to my missing status."There is no point in seeing him," I said nonchalantly. "What about Julian?" Eleanor asked. "His father has banned me from being near him," I said sadly. "Please, take care of him and make sure to tell Brandon that he's sitting on a time bomb. He needs to be very careful," I pleaded, but Eleanor remained silent, her gaze fixed on a distant point.Suddenly, Brandon's bodyguards surrounded the grand foyer. I turned around and saw Jake, Brandon's trusted bodyguard walking majestically towards me. "Good evening, ma'am," Jake said, bowing slightly. "The boss wants to see you in his private lounge.""Tell him I have a flight to catch by 7:25," I said and turned to leave."Ma'am…," Jake sa
"I don't think we need to talk," I said as I headed straight for the table to pick up the ticket he had dropped earlier. Brandon quickly snatched it from the table and tossed it into his pocket. I sighed and turned to head for the closet, but he swiftly placed his hand on the wall, blocking my path. The powerful, masculine scent emanating from him was both soothing and protective, leaving me feeling like a weak woman who needed his protection. While his hand remained on the wall, his gaze remained fixed on me. Suddenly, his phone began to ring. He took a deep breath, lowered his head, and answered his wireless receiver. "I'll be right back," Brandon said, rushing out in a hurry. I noticed his anger was gradually dissipating and his senses were returning. At ten o'clock the following night, I was peering out the window when I spotted Brandon's black SUV pulling up in front of Eleanor's Mansion. Brandon and Rachel had returned to the Julian Henderson Estate yesterday, bringing an u
Emma's Narrative I was drying my long, blonde hair with a hand dryer after my bath. The white towel I had tied around myself barely covered my round bottom. Suddenly, a familiar scent filled the entire room - a nostalgic aroma of Swedish caviar. I turned my head and saw Brandon staring at me. Our gazes locked, and my hand hung in the air.I called it a nostalgic scent because when I was a child, I used to eat it every morning. Brandon wouldn't stop making it for me before I went to school. When Brandon graduated and got a job as a school teacher, he would always make Swedish caviar for me before work. However, when he left Malmo, I avoided anything that reminded me of him, including eating Swedish caviar.Brandon critically scanned me and settled his gaze on my hair. If things had been the way they used to be between us, he would have taken the hand dryer from me to dry my hair. The only thing Brandon didn't do for me as an adult was bathe me. Otherwise, he did virtually everything