Emily dared not turn to look at him. What was he doing here? She kept recalling what she had been told earlier about the man behind her. At the silent count of one… two… three, she took off running without looking back.She ran as fast as she could until she felt like she was far enough away. Then she stopped to catch her breath.“Trying to escape me?” a familiar voice said from behind her. Before she could move, she was roughly spun around to face him.A smirk played on his lips as his hands gripped her throat. He pulled her closer, inhaling the scent at the nape of her neck. Emily closed her eyes, trembling both inwardly and visibly.“Please… don’t kill me,” she pleaded, her voice quivering.“Kill you?” Levi pulled back slightly, sounding almost offended—though it was impossible to tell if he truly was or just pretending. “Where did you hear that lie about me?”Emily shook her head. She didn’t know whether to apologize or just cry.“Killing you sounds very tempting,” Levi murmured,
Stefan's eyes burned with heat as he watched her. She sat in front of him, legs spread, fingers inside her. He watched as she worked her fingers in and out. His bulge grew visibly larger, and he massaged it through his pants to keep himself sane.Dorothy moaned louder, her eyes focused on Stefan. The way he gently massaged himself made her work even faster."So hot..." Stefan muttered. "I really want to take you right now, love. I want to rip those clothes off, put this thick cock inside you, and fuck you so hard," Stefan said huskily. He didn't know when he had unzipped his trousers, jerking himself.His dirty words, the way he looked at her, and the way he touched himself were too much for Dorothy to handle. She was getting close, and in the next second, she exploded, her body vibrating.Stefan jumped from his seat, quickly grabbing her legs and placing them on his shoulders, licking her juices off—his favorite part.He did want to stand up and take her, but they’d never done it bef
Stefan pulled away from Dorothy only after she was breathless. He watched as she tried to catch her breath, and once she was halfway done, he spoke."I wasn't lying when I told you I loved you earlier," he said.Dorothy didn’t reply. She just watched him as she struggled to breathe."I'm a very jealous man. I'm selfish, and I'm a gatekeeper when it comes to you. Love, I can't share you, and I really tried my best, but I can't stand Finn," he confessed."Stefan, that's my dad!" Dorothy called out, slightly disappointed."And I'm asking how well you trust him. He doesn't act like your father to me. Instead, he makes me uncomfortable with the way he looks at you. I want to pluck his eyes out!" Stefan squeezed his face in an uncomfortable way like Finn was in front of them and he actually wanted to pluck his eyes out. Dorothy stared at him helplessly. "Maybe you worry too much. My dad would never cross the line," she said, rolling her eyes."Love," Stefan took Dorothy's hand, squeezing i
The next day at Dynamics Corporation, Stefan was busy with his paperwork when Kai entered the office carrying some files."Good morning, Mr. Stefan," he greeted, glancing around for Dorothy, but she wasn’t nearby. "Here are the employee performance analysis reports you requested," he said, placing the files on the table.Stefan took one of the files and began going through it. It contained a list of employees, their pictures, and brief background and performance evaluations. If an employee had a red mark, it meant they were not qualified enough to continue working at the company."Let these people know they can’t continue working here. Make sure they submit their resignation letters to the HR office immediately, or they’ll be fined for delaying," Stefan ordered."Yes, sir," Kai nodded and left to carry out the instructions. Unfortunately, one of the employees receiving the letter was Chloe, who still looked shocked."I'm trying my best. I'm not even getting paid, but I was willing to
"It's okay... You're okay," a familiar male voice whispered repeatedly into her ear.Dorothy struggled to open her eyes, gasping for breath. Her gaze landed on her blood-soaked hand, and she nearly lost consciousness again."It's not your blood," the person whispered."Then whose is it?" The moment she asked, her eyes caught sight of a lifeless, familiar man in front of her. She wanted to scream—badly—but the words wouldn’t come out.Slowly, the memories started to return. He had told her he loved her, that he would kill her because she didn’t love him too. He had confessed to killing her parents. He had pointed a gun at her and said he would shoot, but now—he was the one who was dead."Did... did I do this?" Dorothy stuttered, her voice barely above a whisper. Deep down, she was terrified of the answer."You didn't do this, love," Stefan replied softly, pulling her into a comforting embrace, trying to calm her down."Then who killed him?" Dorothy asked. Silence followed. "Was it you?
Both Kai and Griffin stared at Harrison with sharp eyes, wondering why he would say such a thing in front of Dorothy."Oops... I guess my job here is done. I'm going to get dressed," Harrison said, gesturing to the robe he was still wearing before rushing out."Oh my God..." Dorothy's voice came out in a broken whisper. Stefan had spent nine years trying to get better. He finally did, and now she had taken it away from him again."Doctor Harrison said it’s temporary, meaning it won’t last for years like before," Kai tried to reassure her, but she only cried harder.Griffin and Kai exchanged unsure looks, neither knowing what to do. Griffin decided to wait outside—he never knew how to handle people crying.Kai hesitated, wanting to pat Dorothy's shoulder, but instead, he followed Griffin outside."Why are you crying, love?"Stefan’s voice made her freeze. His eyes were open, looking troubled.She quickly wiped her tears."How do you feel?" she asked in a low voice."I feel good..." Ste
Stefan's car stopped at the police station. As usual, the paparazzi were waiting for them to step out. Kai was the first to get out. He carefully assisted Dorothy and led her inside the station. The camera flashes grew more aggressive each second, and questions were thrown at her."Is it true that you killed Mr. Finn Florence?""Did you kill your father, Dorothy?""Why did you kill your dad?"Dorothy ignored all the questions as she stepped in. Stefan came out next, and the reporters were shocked to see him in a wheelchair again."I thought he was already walking.""Is he faking it again?""Why is he using the wheelchair again?"Murmurs from the reporters filled Stefan’s ears, but he ignored them as Griffin pushed him into the station. Inside, he could see his family being held with the police, as well as Dorothy's family.The moment Clarissa spotted Dorothy, she broke free from the police and lunged at her, attempting to slap her. But Kai was quick—he caught her hand mid-air."Don't
A Few Days Later"One more step, you can do it," Dorothy encouraged as she watched Stefan struggle to walk properly. He had been undergoing leg therapy, and Dorothy had been nothing but supportive.He finally reached the finish line, and Dorothy cheered for him."You did so well, love!" she said excitedly, helping him sit. She grabbed the bottle of water next to her, opened it, and handed it to him."Thank you, love," Stefan smiled, accepting the water."Does it still hurt?" Dorothy asked gently, referring to the spot where he had been shot a few days ago."It's not that bad," Stefan shrugged."Really?" Dorothy asked, wanting to be sure."Yes, love. At least now, can I do this—" He smirked and before Dorothy could comprehend what he meant, he pulled her onto his lap. Dorothy's eyes widened as she tried to get off, but he held her in place."I've missed having you here," he whispered in her ear."I miss you too, but you're still recovering," Dorothy reminded him. She squeezed her face
Since Dorothy wasn't coming back until the weekend, Kade felt like he had no reason to stay at school and was set to leave when a familiar lady blocked his path."Where to, Kade? Don’t tell me you're leaving so soon," Kristina said with a smirk."What do you want?" Kade asked, frowning."Come on, lighten up at least. We’re not fighting, Kade. Since Dorothy is out with her husband, how about you and I go grab a drink?" Kristina asked, wiggling her brows playfully."I don’t drink, so I don’t care for one. Now excuse me," Kade tried to walk past, but Kristina blocked him."Then we can take a walk or do something else. Please don’t let me spend this Saturday alone," she pleaded.Kade sighed helplessly, and Kristina smiled widely. She knew what that look meant. Happily, she grabbed his arm and led him away."You won’t regret hanging out with me today. We’re going to have so much fun," she said excitedly as they left together.—In Stefan’s mansion, Dorothy was still sleeping. He had spent
It was a free Saturday. Dorothy had just finished taking her shower and was getting ready. She had spoken with Stefan yesterday, and he promised to come pick her up today. Maybe she could tell him about his mom.Someone knocked on her door, and her smile widened, thinking it was Stefan. She was still dressed in a revealing gown when she opened it—but to her dismay, it was Kai. He immediately turned his back while she quickly grabbed a bathrobe to cover herself, her cheeks flushing red."Do you go around answering your door dressed like that?" Kai couldn't help but ask."I'm sorry, I thought it was Stefan. He told me he was coming," Dorothy mumbled."Well, Stefan isn't here," Kai replied."Why?" Dorothy asked, a little disappointed. She had been excited to have him come over."An important business matter came up. He couldn't miss it, so he asked me to get you. Buzz me when you're completely dressed," Kai said before walking away.Dorothy sighed and was about to close the door, but a w
"Hi, my name is Beatrice," the woman introduced herself, and Dorothy paused, thinking hard about where she’d heard the name before. Then it clicked. Her eyes widened."You're... You..." the words caught in her throat. This had to be Stefan's mom. The resemblance was unmistakable."Can I come in, please?" Beatrice asked gently. Dorothy didn't know what to do. Should she kick her out or let her in? In the end, she went with the second option, opening the door for Beatrice.Silence followed. Dorothy stood six feet away, watching her closely, waiting for her to speak."I’ve been looking for you for some time now because... I need your help," Beatrice said, her eyes glassy with tears. "My son wants nothing to do with me—and I understand that. But I need you to bring us back together."Dorothy sat down for a moment, quiet, then finally responded, "You want me to help fix your relationship with your son?" she asked slowly, trying to grasp it."I just don't know what to do anymore...""Then w
Tristan stood in front of a warehouse with Fred by his side. Fred gave him a go-ahead smirk, and Tristan let out a small breath before opening the door. The warehouse was filled with boxes that looked exactly like the Everest Stock Exchange packages.Tristan gave Fred a questioning look, but Fred only kept smirking. He nodded at Tristan, silently urging him to go ahead. Tristan opened one of the packages and almost stumbled back.Inside were guns, drugs, and all sorts of illegal items.Tristan stared at Fred with wide eyes."My dear friend, people make a fortune from this. You just have to be smart about it. And I know you, Tristan—you’re capable of pulling something like this off," Fred said smoothly."What do you know?" Tristan asked, his voice low.Fred only laughed. His laugh grew louder by the second before he finally tapped Tristan’s shoulder."You don’t want me to get started. Just keep in mind that I know. So, do what you do best—and be wise about it," Fred said, giving him a
Dorothy got back to her room with the flowers in her hand. She walked to her cupboard and took out a box, opening it. It was filled with letters Stefan had been writing to her. She never threw them away, but she hadn’t read them yet.Taking the letters one by one and going through them, she could see how sorry Stefan was—and she thought maybe she overreacted. Picking up her phone, she reached for his number and dialed it.After one ring, Stefan picked up.“Love?” He sounded surprised. He wasn’t expecting a call from her—at least not yet.“I’m sorry. I overreacted,” Dorothy said with regret.Stefan sat up straight in his chair.“Love, you did not overreact. You had every right to be angry with me. I wouldn’t like it if someone tried to cheat their way into something either, and that’s why I feel terrible for what I did,” Stefan said softly.Dorothy bit her lips and nodded.“You’re my husband, and I don’t want us to fight over this. You don’t have to send more flowers or letters—I forgi
In VitMed, the lecture room was empty as the first class hadn’t started. Students were talking and laughing, some even sitting on Dorothy’s table, but as soon as they spotted her, they quickly stood up.Dorothy took her seat, and Kade sat behind her.The students kept stealing glances at her and murmuring. Whatever it was they were holding in, they didn’t dare say it to her face."That’s enough already. So what if she didn’t write the exam with us? I heard she wrote it last year and got the highest score," Beauty said to the group of girls murmuring around Dorothy."Yeah, she was the top scorer. Probably her husband bought that too," one of the girls replied with a loud scoff.Dorothy had had enough; she angrily stood up and walked toward them."What’s the matter with you people?" she asked irritably. "Especially you, Beauty, if you hate me, then do it openly like the other girls. You don’t have to be a snake about it," Dorothy was exasperated."These girls were totally talking shit a
Slap!Arthur's hand flew across Tristan's cheek the moment he spotted him. Tristan held his cheek, looking confused. His father had requested him, only to greet him with physical abuse."What did I do to deserve this, Father?" Tristan asked calmly, though he was boiling inwardly."You seriously asked me that question?" Arthur yelled. "Tristan, if I had a gun, I'd shoot you right now, shoot you countless times because I am very embarrassed!" He yelled painfully and threw a magazine toward him.Tristan slowly took his hand from his face and picked up the magazine. He opened it and began going through it."When you're done, tell me what you observed!" Arthur demanded.Tasha, who had just come back from work, hastened her steps toward Arthur. She had heard his scolding voice from outside and knew something was wrong."What's going on, Arthur? I've told you to be lenient with the way you treat your son!" Tasha stood beside Tristan as she spoke. She could see the handprint of Arthur on his
"Are you kidding me right now, Tasha? You looked me in the eyes and asked me to be a cleaner for your mansion!" Agnes was flaring up.Tasha leaned back in her chair, her facial expression innocent as she sipped on her drink."I never knew I was in the wrong here. I was only trying to help you, like you asked me to," Tasha said harmlessly, but she was laughing out loud in her mind."You need to think of something else. I can't stoop so low as to be a cleaner!" Agnes shook her head. She couldn't even picture herself dressed in a maid's outfit, scrubbing the floor with a brush. Ever since she was a kid, she had never done physical work, and she couldn't start now."I don't know what you want from me, Agnes. You literally begged me! You said you needed a job because you're broke, and I offered an available one, so why are you complaining?" Tasha was starting to feel offended."But look at what you're offering me, Tasha, you're asking me to be a...""Oh my God, I can't with you right now,
"You've got to be kidding me!" Clarissa exclaimed, her eyes widening as she took in her surroundings. She stood in front of a small, shabby-looking house, unable to believe her eyes as she analyzed everything."Please tell me this isn't where we'll be living now. Mom, of all the houses out there, is this really the best you could afford?" she complained, clearly displeased."This is what we can afford," Agnes replied with a shrug."You're kidding, Mom. Tell me you're kidding!" Clarissa refused to accept that this was her new home. Even the security guards back then when they still lived at the Florence household, had a better place than this.Clarissa wondered how low she had stooped, ger life was practically over, and she blamed Dorothy for it."Maybe if you had left the Florence household when I told you to, you wouldn’t have gone to jail. I wouldn’t have spent forever trying to fix things, and I could’ve found us a better place than this," Agnes said, rolling her eyes."Mom, why ar