Philip The battle between Josh and me will take place in the middle of the sea, two kilometers from the island's shore. It's called a Viper Turf War. The battleground is an engineering marvel—a square platform made of thick hydro foam, built to float and move with the ocean's waves. It's anchored to the seabed and operated by a high-tech remote system, but its real challenge comes from the relentless strength of the waves. Crates line the sides, containing either weapons or nothing at all. I know Mariano is sick! And the money he'd earn from this battle is no small amount. Maybe it’s foolish, or maybe I’m just determined, but I’ll do this to escape this mess, just like Josh! It’s just a bonus that I want to hurt him for the stolen kiss he gave my wife. Now, I'm even more suspicious that Mariano is doing this because of Sarah. That man wants to see me dead! The time is thirty minutes to seven in the evening. Besides the waves, the approaching darkness would make an already dangero
Philip Josh saw an opening and swung his legs upward, crossing them over my neck in a desperate attempt to break free. Suddenly, the ten-minute signal blared—it was time to find the hidden knife. My fists were already bloody, but I had to act quickly. With a powerful thrust of his legs, Josh flipped me over, and we tumbled across the foam surface. The battleground shifted violently as a massive wave surged over us, knocking us both down. After ten minutes of relentless struggle, my internal organs screamed in pain. "Fuck you, Philip! Fuck you for hurting Sarah!" Josh shouted, pounding my body with brutal force. His words cut deep, but I had to stay focused. I knew my wrongdoings, but my wife had already forgiven me. “Your words don’t matter anymore! You’re just a pathetic fool trying to take what’s mine!” Josh crawled towards a crate on the side, struggling to open it while lying downward. Empty! I seized the opportunity and kicked his back repeatedly in desperation. He rolled a
Sarah A few hours had passed since I last spoke with Philip on the phone. Now, he returned, but unconscious and covered in blood. Panic surged through me as I followed Ethan's group to the room where my husband was being taken, but I was stopped at the door. "Sarah, trust me on this. It's better if you stay outside for now," said Ethan before closing the door. It was then that I noticed Philip's assistant, who looked at me sadly. In his hands was a paper bag, grease stains showing what was inside—just the buns I'd asked Philip to bring home. Tears spilled down my cheeks as I turned to Alex, my voice trembling and frantic, eager to get answers. "What happened, Alex? Why is my husband covered in blood? Did something happen to him? Where did Philip go?" Alex took a deep breath, visibly burdened by what he was about to say. He briefly removed his glasses, rubbed the bridge of his nose, and then looked me straight in the eye. "He's doing this for you, Madam Sarah. He did this to lea
Philip Holding Sarah close, I tried to ignore the searing pain from the knife wounds scattered across my body. Her warmth revitalized me, almost as if her presence alone could heal my injuries. I gently touched her belly, my fingers spreading out as if I could feel the new life growing inside. A pang of guilt about Josh flashed through my mind, but that's just the harsh reality of our world, the one I need to leave behind. As my fingers roamed over her skin, my wife and I seemed to be on the same wavelength. "I can't believe Josh is gone. You should have let him be, Philip," Sarah repeated, her voice tinged with sorrow. I lifted her face and kissed her passionately, pouring all my emotions into that mind-blowing, toe-curling, cum-inducing kiss she deserved. When we finally parted, Sarah looked dazed, her lips slightly swollen and her cheeks flushed. "I've already told you, haven't I? I hate it when you think about other men." Sarah frowned. "You're impossible, Philip!" I sneer
Sarah "Jakob, that's impossible!" I exclaimed, clutching my forehead as a headache started to form from what my friend had just told me. The room seemed to spin as I tried to process his words. "I have no relationship with Josh! I don't even see him that way!" I started to pace frantically across the marble floor. My strongest connection with Josh is our friendship, but it's nowhere near as close as what I share with Jakob or Jane. A sharp pain shot through my lower back, and my stomach twisted painfully. I placed a hand on my swollen belly, trying to soothe both myself and the babies inside me. "No, Sarah. I'm not kidding," Jakob replied, his tone serious. Sinking onto the plush sofa, legs suddenly weak, "You mean there's no filter on the video? You realize I'm pregnant, right? Besides, Josh is dead!" My voice wavered with concern. "Oh, right! But look at the date on the video. It says it was captured months ago. It's possible your belly wasn't showing yet, and Josh was st
Emily Lost in thought, I remembered the day Bronn tried to convince me to move to Henderson with Willow. It was months ago... My phone buzzed with a message from Bronn: Bronn: 'Emily, why are you turning down my offer? This isn't just about us, and it's for Willow. We'll get along so our daughter can have the complete family she deserves. We'll let the public know slowly, but I really want to keep this quiet for now so Willow doesn't get hounded by paparazzi and gossip columnists.' A tickle in my nose preceded a sudden sneeze. The bright screen of my phone seemed to pierce my already strained eyes, so I set it aside. Not a single thing Bronn said made me happy. I allowed him to visit our child; I think he already won her over—with nothing more than a clubhouse sandwich! Tss! But I can't agree with Bronn; his contract offer felt like poison to me. He can be a father to Willow without involving me or making me his wife. I didn't even read the content in the contract because I was
Philip Restless with nerves, I paced the hallway in the dim glow of midnight, unable to settle. Sarah had been in the labor room for what felt like an eternity, on the brink of delivering twins prematurely. The anxiety gripped me tight. The twins, still weeks from their due date, now necessitated an urgent C-section due to complications. The mere thought of Sarah undergoing surgery sent waves of unease through me. "Boss, it's Mr. Benner!" Alex said, snapping me out of my worried trance. Amir hurried over, his face etched with worry. I wasn't prepared to face him, my mind racing with many emotions. "Where's Sarah?" Amir demanded, his tone accusatory. Alex glanced at me, then back to Amir. "She's inside, Mr. Benner, undergoing a cesarean section." "What have you done?!" Amir's anger flared, seizing my collar with a fierce grip. "What did you do? Sarah shouldn't be giving birth yet! Did you stress her out about that video circulating online?" he accused fiercely. "Could you, ple
Sarah The incident of the past left me severely traumatized after being admitted to the hospital. During the procedure, panic attacks overwhelmed me. My heart raced, and my breath came in short gasps. Philip's voice, though muffled through the operating room doors, tried to reassure me that he would stay outside to ensure the safety of me and our unborn babies. His words didn't ease my anxiety. The chilling memory of my last experience haunted me—the sudden fear upon waking to find my child no longer safe in my womb. The pain from that loss seemed to blend with my current discomfort, lingering in my body. "Dr. Vanderbilt, Ms. Mitchell's heart rate isn't stabilizing," Dr. Ruth informed Ethan. "Her blood pressure is very high, and it's difficult for me to continue the operation. This much stress could seriously harm her pregnancy." Ethan faced me urgently. "Sarah, you must calm down. I know you're scared, but this much stress could harm your babies. Let's take deep breaths together."