FREMA"What the hell are you doing here?" I whisper-yelled at him and his jaw ticked, his eyes shamelessly raking the form-fitting gown which clung to my body like second skin. "I didn't come back for you, Princesa. Far from that." He said, trying on a fake smile.. Which would've probably melted me if it were real. It hurt to know he wasn't here for me, though. But I was older now, meaning I could very well conceal my emotions. "What are you here for, then? Any graduating student you're standing on behalf of?" I bit, even if I knew Eron could never care about anyone else but himself. And he knew that I knew it. "Unfortunately, no." He answered, nonetheless. "I'm here to settle a score with your father. He has some questions to answer." He finished. "Questions? What the hell do you mean by that? I thought you finally left us alone! Why are you back?" I couldn't stop myself from yelling out loud this time. He smirked. "I love the temper, Princess. But it doesn't scare me a bit. Wh
ERONSeeing her again after exactly three years and eight months was a magnificent surprise, excellent, to say the least. She had always been gorgeous. Always been extremely sexy. But seeing her again, she was even more womanly. I found myself wondering if she had a man in her life now. At the thought, I felt anger build up and I picked up my cellphone. "Liam." I spoke when he answered the call. "Yes, Eron? Problems?""We need to talk." I said briefly and he sighed. "What's so important that I have to fly down there all the way from Russia and-""I found her." I cut him off, knowing this would get his attention. He'd always cared about my girl. "Fuck. Tell me it's not Frem-Frem." He babbled with the nonsensical nickname and I frowned, "It's her. I need you here because I'm fucking it up already and I think I'm losing her to another man." I told him and he laughed. "Hold up, man, I thought you were going there for revenge." He said and I closed my eyes slightly. "And for her."
FREMAIt was funny how I was now kissing the same man who just recently saved me from being kissed by another man. But it was worth the comedy. It was wrong, my brain was constantly reminding me but my heart.. Which was mostly what I ever listened to, told me that fisting his shirt and wrapping my limbs around his waist while letting his teeth mark my sensitive flesh was in fact, the 'most right' feeling in the world. He finally ended his sweet assault, but insisted my legs stayed wrapped around his lower abdomen. "Who was he?" His voice came, thick with his reckless Italian accent and sexual frustration. I bit my lip, my cheeks flushing in embarrassment as I realized I'd have to talk to him about Manuel. "He.. He's just a friend," I whispered in response, which was partly true, except, he was a friend but with.. benefits. We had agreed that we would be at each other's beck and call whenever, aside from in the public, but Manuel had started displaying affection which was why he t
FREMAMy phone rang just as I got out of our mansion and I checked the caller ID, slamming the phone to my right ear almost too fast. "Hello? Liam?" No, I didn't have his cell number but Truecaller was doing its usual trick. "Frem-Frem! What a pleasure to finally hear from you again." He told me and I almost cried, my emotions getting the better of me. "Are you better now? Still taking meds? How was your brother's funeral? God, it's been so long, I missed you so much."A chuckle. "I didn't expect less, buttercup. I missed you more." He responded and it was my turn to chuckle now. He still hadn't relented from calling me those two ridiculous nicknames. "I'm not playing that game with you.""I'll win." He answered, cockily as always and I laughed. "How have you been?" He asked and it felt as if I'd been reminded of my current predicament. "Been better. You?" I answered nonetheless. "I'm good. What do you mean by that answer, though? Something I could help with?" He asked me and I
ERONFocusing on her last two words, I didn't think twice as I ripped off her lace panties, shoving it into my back pocket. For later."Eron, my--" She started but I didn't let her finish before delving into her wet core, licking and sucking like my life depended on it. She moaned quietly, her hands latching on the sheets to keep her from being any louder. I wouldn't let her do that. She was all mine and I wanted her to scream it. I tugged her clit not so gently and she jerked up, shrieking. I smirked. Just what I needed. I ate her out generously, my tongue reaching out to all her insides. "Eron!!!" She screamed madly as her orgasm rippled through her. I licked her juices clean and lifted my head to look at her. The view of her pink, wet pussy ready for me turned me on more than ever. And when I eventually looked up at her, the beads of sweat that started to form on her forehead, I couldn't foreplay any longer. In a matter of seconds, our clothes were scattered across the room and m
FREMAI couldn't believe what I was turning myself into. Eron Sunsetto Castile's whore, and what for? To save the life of a woman I wasn't sure was so innocent anymore. She was my mother, though, so I couldn't blame myself for still loving her so much. "Frema? Is that you?" Riley asked, just as I opened the door to my room. I sighed. So much for trying to avoid her or anyone else in particular. "And what's with the limp?" She added and I almost died of embarrassment. "Um.. Look, Riley, I'm really tired and I need to rest. I'll talk later, yeah?" I rushed and turned to open the door but her voice stopped me, "Really now? You're fucking Eron again, right? The same guy who abducted my fiance and your parents! That's his shirt and that limp.. It's because he did it good, right? He did you so good that you forgot your family and--" Whack! I had never slapped anyone so hard before and my palm stung harshly but I couldn't care less as I stared at my best friend in shock, anger, betrayal,
FREMACruel. He was so fucking cruel that it made me want to tear off all the hair on his empty head. How could he do this? He used my naivety against me, tricked me into having sex with him. Eron Castile was really bent on being my enemy, he was playing his part so well. When I dialed his number after talking to Liam, he ordered that those filthy people be brought closer to him. Soon, I was redirected to a video call. I picked up and there, was my family. Each gagged, tied and tortured. They looked so hungry and I wondered if he bothered to feed them. "What is this, Eron? You promised to let me see them." I asked him, tears brimming in my eyes. He smirked. "And here they are. You asked to see and talk to your family, I was kind enough to consider your request but I'm not so stupid, princess. I know your limits." He answered me before adding finally, "Go on."I blinked and the tears fell, making me wipe at them frantically. No, no, he's not supposed to see how hurt I was. "I-- Um
ERONMy phone beeped, signalling a text. It was from Levi Apollo, CEO of Apollo Interiors Ltd. She'll be there by Thursday, it read. I grinned. It looked like she was running away from me the past few days. Almost like she had forgotten about her family, but I was not going to allow that. I was a selfish man, and I wanted her to understand that. Even if I was so fucking confused at the moment, I was sure of one thing, which was my severe attraction for her. _Thursday came by pretty slow. But now that it was here, I found myself getting nervous like a thirteen year old boy. Fremantle Michealson succeeded in turning a Mafia Lord, into a whipped pussy. That would serve a marvelously pathetic news headline. "They're here, boss. The designers." Jojo, my right hand man after Liam told me. I nodded and told him off, turning to the mirror to fix myself before mentally cursing and heading to the door. When have I ever had to dress up for a woman? "Is he li
EPILOGUETHREE YEARS LATER"She was such a beautiful young woman, she did not deserve to die." Someone murmured behind Frema, but she couldn't bring herself to turn and feed her curiosity by seeing who it was. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying and at this point, she truly had no tears left to cry. All she could think of them, was the fact that Riley had promised. How could she not keep her promise afterward? She'd obviously not been there for her friend enough, she hadn't even guessed that Riley would lose her life so soon. She died in the most painful way to her—chatted with her all night and then slept, never waking up after. How could she not notice the emptiness in her friend's eyes? How could she have missed the pain?"I'm sorry, Riles. I'm so sorry." She muttered weakly, staring at Riley's immobile figure. Her beautiful face and body stayed stiff now, . She could not count the amount of times she'd looked around, hoping for a miracle—just like what had happened with Eron, b
"I'm pregnant, you assholes! Could you let me out of here first, so I can get this baby out of me?" Kayla yelled, clutching the protectors tightly, even trying to climb it. Titi was in juvenile prison and the truth was, she was almost going crazy without her daughter by her side. No one paid her attention, though and she kept screaming until a figure walked up in front of the cell. The other inmates in the cell, glanced up at the visitor and on seeing who it was, the women sprang up and watched him intently, like he was a favorite snack. Only Kayla shook in fear."We meet again, Kayla." Eron spoke and she shook her head."I'm pregnant, you can't hurt me." She responded. He chuckled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes."You think I'm here to hurt you? What are the guards for, then?" He queried and she didn't reply, just stared at him. He continued, "Wow. Never thought I'd see the day where you'd finally shut up." She scoffed now, replying nonchalantly,"Well, surprise surprise." She b
Blood spluttered inside the sink, creating a gruesome sight. Riley was hunched over said sink, trying to catch her breath. "No, no, no, please. This can't fucking happen, not now, please." She complained, but her voice was filled with genuine anger instead of pity for herself. She was more concerned about staining her dress, in fact, than the actual ailment that had caused her to throw up. Today was Eron and Frema's wedding and Riley could not let her 'stupid cancer' get in the way if their happiness.A knock resounded on the door of the washroom. "Riles, are you okay?" Her husband's voice came and she shouted back right away,"I'm fine, babe. Honestly, you don't have to look for me every two hours. I just needed to pee." "Oh okay, we'll be heading to the church now with the groom. I'll be expecting you all later, okay?" He said and she replied back with an 'okay', waiting to hear him leave. He finally began to head out and then she turned on the tap, washing every evidence of her b
"I cannot believe I'm at Eron's funeral. I've always wanted to meet the man, but not like this, you know." It was yet another fangirl, on the phone with her friend as she passed by Eron's open coffin.Frema stood over the coffin, her eyes glistening with unshed tears as she watched him solely.. or better still, what used to be him. She was the only one who stood there now, as she had chosen to be the last to see him again. His body no longer smelt so bad and she realized it must be from the preservatives they'd used on him. She shook her head when more memories of them started to flood in. Her chest was constricting with so much pain and the tears now flowed at their own will but she stood there and let it all out.He had no family member to be here for him and everyone who came were either acquaintances or business partners. And then, her family. Almost everyone walked around nonchalantly, they even looked like they were at a mere business event and the only time she saw them twist t
Frema shook with tears as she caressed her son's hair. Eron had set everything right and the truth was finally out in the open. He had just kept the properties and everything else to multiply everything tenfold. Maybe at first, his plan had been revenge but when he had said he changed, it was actually for real. Everything about him was real and now, it was too late to say sorry. Too late to make anything right. Eron might have died alone, but he'd taken a part of her to his grave while he was at it. A part she was afraid she would never be able to recover. So, the tears flowed down her cheeks until she had to hide her face in her palms as she cried uncontrollably. The boys were asleep, so she tried to be as quiet as possible, but she still got nudged by a small arm after a while. She wiped her eyes frantically and took her time while looking up. Josh spoke first, "Are you okay, mommy?" She nodded immediately, flashing a fake smile in his direction. Josh did not seem convinced. He car
"Mom, I think I'm being followed." Titi complained, breathing heavily as she took out a bottle of water from the fridge and began to down its content. Kayla raised a brow."Followed? Girl, what the hell are you saying? Why would anyone follow us?" She questioned, becoming alert at the same time. Titi finished drinking and tossed the bottle, taking a seat to catch her breath."Hell, if I knew. One minute I'm walking back from this boy's home and the next, a black car—""Hold on, what boy's place?" Kayla snapped, cutting her off, to which Titi rolled her eyes."Stay with me, mom, that's not the problem here. I was being followed. FOLLOWED, by God only knows who, and I was being followed for almost one hour, but since I didn't have money for any Uber, I kept walking faster, hoping I'd lose the creep. I didn't. He only drove past our house when I got here but I swear he was following me." She said and Kayla stared at her daughter some more before grabbing her, only to spin her around to c
Frema tried visiting Riley's ward which was in the same hospital, but she was told that Riley had been discharged. Arsen had actually let her know that Riley was surprisingly getting better and she had a long time to live, according to the doctor. Frema did not want to pay much attention to the announcement of a deadline, so she didn't. If she did, she'd be counting her last days with her bestfriend and even if it seemed like they had some more years, Frema had actually been banking on forever, so it was hard to settle for less.Riley was back in her house, when Frema finally got home and she clapped her new nails in her friend's face as welcome."Your bitch is back." She mouthed and Frema could've burst with joy."Damn right, she is!" She replied, going in to hug her senseless. The two women shook with laughter, and then tears.. but they remained in the same position for long minutes, sapping a feel of comfort from each other. They reluctantly pulled away after a while and Riley cupp
Frema could not help how shame covered her entire skin like a cold blanket. Her flat shoes thankfully produced minimal noise against the tiles of the hospital as she tried to find the ward she'd been directed to. She tried to convince herself that she was only here because of the dream Josh had but it only seemed like she was lying to herself. She had only needed a reason to be here, and upon getting that reason, she called in sick at the ‘new’ place she worked in and prepared herself to see him.On getting to the door of his ward, she pushed it open warily and stepped inside, shutting the door behind her before she looked up at him. Her lips parted in shock at the sorry sight in front of her, and she gripped the door handle for support when she stared on. The person on the hospital bed was anything, but recognizable. The pictures on TV was censored, and did not do him any justice. In real life, he looked like a lost cause. He resembled a corpse, a literal one. He was covered with a f
Monday arrived, three days later and Frema ran around the house again, trying to set everything up for her now ‘three children’. She checked her watch minutes later, while the twins and Halsey ate breakfast quietly. She sat with then too, but she had no appetite to eat.Her phone beeped while she was twirling the contents of the plate around and it made her sigh in relief as she picked up, without bothering to check who it was. She could not have her children know that a woman had called her fat to describe her the other day at the grocery store and a handful of people agreed with her indirectly. She couldn't tell them that. So, she answered with a cheerful voice,"Frema Michelson." "Dad's lawyer called." Arsen's voice resounded from the other end. She sat straighter."What? Why?" She queried, curiosity eating her up already."He refused to tell, but he said it's something very important. You know he stopped talking to dad, right? I'm surprised." Arsen said, sounding as confused as s