"If you are going to enter my world, be ready to play my game," Mago warned, his eyes gleaming with danger, "If you can't keep up, then you'll have to endure the pain." MAGO CONCEPCION—ruthless, seductive, and incapable of love. He believed emotions were a weakness, and I, ARLENE MEJORADA, believed I could change him. I was the woman who thought I could heal him with my love, drawn in by his dangerous allure that I couldn't resist. I was a willing victim, drawn into his world of power and temptation. I convinced myself that I could handle the pain, that I could survive his cruel, calculating ways. But love doesn't always conquer all. Yet, my determination was unwavering. Soon, I found myself breaking. Piece by piece, he tore through my heart, leaving me shattered and empty, a shadow of the woman I once was. I wanted to save him, but in the end, I was the one who needed saving. This is my story—of how I gave him everything until nothing was left of me. Now I face the choice: do I pick up the pieces and walk away, or keep letting him destroy what’s left of me? My name is ARLENE MEJORADA, and I was willing to endure anything for love. Until I wasn’t.
Lihat lebih banyak*Mago’s POV*Arlene’s release painted my skin like a baptism, a claiming, a fire I never knew I craved. Her body trembled, raw and undone, as she collapsed against me, her breath ragged, her fingers clawing at my neck.“Please,” she whispered, her voice a desperate prayer. “Get inside me.”I cupped her face, my thumb tracing her swollen lips. “Arlene, if I take you now, I won’t hold back. I might ruin you.”“Then ruin me,” she begged, her eyes burning with reckless surrender. “Consume me. Take me. Own me, Mago. Let me drown in you. Destroy me.”A growl rumbled in my throat as I pushed her onto the desk, the papers and pens scattering like fallen leaves. She gasped as I spread her thighs, my hands rough, my need unbearable. With one swift, claiming thrust, I was inside her—deep, hot, relentless.She arched against me, her nails sinking into my back as she screamed my name. My office was soundproof, but even if i
*Arlene’s POV*The office was silent, save for the faint hum of the air conditioner and the sound of Mago flipping through paperwork. He was focused, his brows furrowed, his fingers tapping idly against his desk as he read. I watched him from the corner of my eye, pretending to be busy, but every glance in his direction made my heart pound.The tension between us was unbearable.It had been there since last night—thick, suffocating, charged with something neither of us wanted to name. There were moments when our eyes met, but we both looked away too quickly, as if acknowledging it would set something uncontrollable into motion.I wanted to speak, to break the silence, but words failed me.Finally, when lunchtime rolled around, we both opened our mouths at the same time.“Aren’t you going to eat?”“How are you?”The awkwardness slammed into us like a tidal wave. I bit my lip, looking away. Mago exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck. The air felt heavier, thicker, and then—he moved.In
I stayed in bed, staring at the ceiling, replaying every moment of last night. It was both traumatic and… thrilling. My body still ached in places I never knew could ache, but oddly enough, I had no regrets. Sure, it started painfully, but once the initial shock wore off—well, let’s just say, I finally understood why romance novels were so obsessed with this whole thing.Just thinking about it sent a wave of warmth crawling up my neck. I bit my lip, resisting the ridiculous smile threatening to take over my face. My traitorous body tingled at the mere memory, and I groaned, burying my face into the pillow.‘Get it together, Arlene. You’re a respectable woman. A married woman. You cannot be daydreaming about your husband like some hormonal teenager.’ I scolded myself.The door creaked open, and I snapped my eyes shut, pretending to still be asleep.“Arlene?” Naina’s voice broke the silence. &l
I moved through the sleek, modern kitchen before dawn, my steps slow and deliberate against the cool, polished tiles. The house was silent, save for the faint rustling of leaves outside and the soft hum of the refrigerator. The ambient lighting cast a warm glow on the marble countertops and stainless steel appliances, but even in the luxurious space, an unease settled in my chest.I shouldn’t be doing this. I shouldn’t care this much.But here I was, heating the pan, carefully selecting the sausages, and cooking them until they were golden brown, their aroma filling the kitchen. I cracked the eggs next, cooking them just the way Arlene liked—soft, the yolk slightly runny. She liked a hint of butter, just enough to melt on the surface. And the coffee—light and sweet, exactly to her taste. I even went as far as slicing fresh strawberries and arranging them neatly on the side of the plate. As they sizzled, I found myself plating everything with precision, making sure the portions were jus
“Hmmmph,” the pain was unbearable. Every inch of him felt like a foreign invasion, pushing into places that were never meant to be touched this way. I gasped, biting my lip, trying to hold back the scream, but the sharp sting forced it out “Aaargh!”“Just relax, Arlene,” he murmured, his voice trying to soothe me, but it only made the situation worse.“I-I can’t,” I sobbed, my voice breaking, fragile like the very core of my being.“Don’t fight it,” he said again, his hand lifting to cup my face, guiding my gaze to meet his, “Arelene, look at me.”I did not want to look. I did not want to see the intensity in his eyes, the purpose in his every movement. But I couldn’t look away. His gaze held me, trapping me in a silence that felt like it was both suffocating and electric“M-Mago,” I heard myself cry his name, almost a
*Mago*“Hmmmph,” she whimpered, her body tense beneath me as she fought to endure the pain. But the moment I moved again, she screamed, her cry sharp and raw. “Aaargh!”“Just relax, Arlene,” I urged her, my voice strained with worry.“I-I can’t,” she sobbed, her tears flowing freely now.“Don’t fight it,” I said softly, trying to keep my own emotions in check, though the sound of her cries twisted something deep inside me.“Arlene, look at me,” I said, my tone filled with both worry and determination.“No,” she choked out, turning her face away from me as her body shook with quiet sobs. “I don’t want to do it anymore,” she added, her small hands pressing against my chest in an attempt to push me away.My chest tightened at her words. She wasn’t just in pain—she was terrified, vulnerable, and br
*Arlene*The room felt heavy with anticipation, the air almost stifling as I paced back and forth, trying to calm the storm of emotions surging through me. My heart pounded against my ribcage, loud and unrelenting. From the moment Mago and I decided today would be the day we finally consummate our marriage, I had been a trembling mess. It sounded simple—dinner first, then intimacy—but nothing about this felt simple.I’d already taken three baths since 2 p.m., unable to decide on the perfect perfume to wear. My bed was a chaotic sea of discarded lingerie, each one scrutinized before being rejected. Eventually, I settled on a red lace strapless set—seductive yet classy—hidden beneath a black Venetian-cut ballgown.“Should I wear makeup?” I’d asked Janine earlier, my voice trembling with nerves. “Or would it just smudge off anyway?”“You’re clueless,” she teased wi
*Mago*Marco’s office was alive with the usual energy—cigar smoke curling in the air, beer bottles clinking on the wooden table, and the sound of good-natured ribbing echoing off the walls. It was our sacred space, a haven where we could tackle life’s heavier problems and then lighten the mood with relentless teasing. Tonight, we’d gathered to lend support to Angelo, who looked more stressed than I’d ever seen him.Angelo leaned forward, his elbows on his knees, absently spinning his beer bottle. “Thanks for coming, guys. I need this.”Marco waved him off. “You don’t need to thank us. We’re your brothers. What’s going on?”Angelo exhaled slowly, running a hand through his hair. “It’s Cerise. She’s been… struggling. She’s got a lot of doubts about us, and it’s hard to get through to her.”Stuart frowned. “Doubts? Like what?”
*Arlene*I marched into Janine’s mansion, nerves tying my stomach into knots. Stuart had just proposed to Patricia, and now my own marriage to Mago was on a fast track to… consummation. Even the word made my chest tighten. I was desperate for advice and moral support.“The ladies are waiting for you in the entertainment room, ma’am,” the butler informed me with a polite nod.“Thanks,” I said, already making my way there. I didn’t need directions—I knew this house like the back of my hand.As soon as I entered, Janine waved at me from the oversized couch. “Budz! You look stressed. Sit down and spill.”I collapsed onto the couch with a sigh. “I need help. Like, serious help.”Patricia raised a perfectly arched brow. “Wait, you haven’t done it yet, have you?”“Not yet,” I admitted, covering my face. &ldqu
*ARLENE’s POV*"Why MAGO?" Patricia asked, her brow furrowed with concern as she leaned against the dorm room desk.Before I could answer, Janine, lounging on the bed, jumped in. "Patricia, she likes Mago.”"But why not Kaz or Angelo?" Patricia pressed, her voice rising with frustration, “They’re both sweet guys, and nothing like MAGO CONCEPCION.”Janine rolled her eyes, cutting in again, "You can't just force her to like someone else, Pat. It doesn’t work that way. It’s like asking you to stop obsessing over Stuart.”Patricia let out a sigh, throwing her hands up in surrender. “I’m just worried, okay? Arlene is way too innocent for Mago. That guy is a playboy – no, scratch that, he is a manwhore, a monster in bed! He doesn’t date anyone unless he knows it’s going to end in his bed. And Arlene…” Patricia turned to me, her voice softening. “Do you even have any experience… with sex?”Her question made my stomach twist. I shook my head in answer to her question."See?" Patricia said...
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