Uncle Carlos and Steve are on a business trip and one week has pass by since I have joined the college. I have made many friends, girls, and guys but the bond I share with Noah is beyond explainable. We are often seen together and our friends tease us for being secretly in love but I have never been in love. I don't know what it feels like to be in love but I know for sure that being with Noah is one thing I like. We are very good friends and nothing else. I don't care what other people think about us. Sitting with Samantha in my room, we are talking about boys. She is more interested in knowing if someone is interested in me or if I like someone in school. We giggle together just like we are friends, and I share everything with her. “Well, there is this boy…” I say and watch Samantha’s grin widen on her beautiful face. I tell her about Noah, and she is excited to see him. “Well, he is coming to pick me up for the party,” I say, and she says that she is looking forward to seeing h
I fall onto another man whose drink is instantly spilled on his dress. I gasp, immediately apologizing to him. His deadly gaze at me makes me gulp nervously. Before I can react, he grabs my wrist, twisting it aggressively. I hiss in pain, a frown appearing on my face. “Noah! Noah!” I call out and move my eyes just to see that Noah is busy fighting with other men. And the man who is grabbing my wrist immediately pulls me toward him, locking my way. I try to squirm but he remains stronger than me. “Help!” there is no one who can help me, Noah is not paying attention to me. Currently, he is being punched in his stomach and growls in pain. I grab the bottle of wine from the nearest table and strike at his bald head. He screams in pain and I try to run away but he doesn’t let go of my head. With his expression changing to something dark, he slaps my cheek and wipes the blood off his bald head. People nearby watch us and his dark grin occurs at me. With a swift movement, he carries me
I enter the mansion with Uncle Carlos and I see my father pacing back and forth, his hands resting on his back and his face buried to the ground, following his steps. My brothers are sitting on the sofa, their faces turned into worry. Our entrance makes them turn their heads towards us and their eyes fall onto me. I can sense that they are annoyed at me, but then I look at my father whose gaze softens. “Where were you, my child?” I part my lips to speak, hoping that my Uncle would keep a secret but he reveals the truth to everyone. “Well, apparently our princess was faced by street wolves.” the moment he finishes speaking, I feel the ground has slipped off my feet. What the fuck! Why did he say this?“Raya?” Jake questions me and I am unable to answer him. “What has happened?” my other brother Steve inquires and I stutter, mentally cursing at my Uncle for disclosing the truth. “I believe she is not meant for attending club parties. The guy she went out with was struggling like a l
Carlos Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.Why is she so fucking hot? Why am I losing control when I am around her? Why does my cock gives me signals to fuck her cocky mouth so fucking bad that she barely becomes mute. Why do I have to fuck all the sassy attitude out of her and make her obey me? I am usually not an abusive guy…even with my words. I am a man with dignity and pride and I carry it in my blood. I am a Sinclair, so is she…we might be related by blood or not. Fucking hell I don’t care if we are. What matters to me is that little girl is fucking rebellious and I promise myself to tame her. She has no fucking idea how sexy she is…inexperienced but she surely is not untouched. Of course, she has a past and it bothers me to know that someone else has been fucking her good. Now as she takes my cock in her pretty mouth she just looks like an angel sitting on her knees. How the fuck is she so good at sucking? She can bring any man to his knees and yet she remains unaware. I am on the verge of
Raya He is so good at giving me pleasure. I don’t know why I always end up submitting before him even though I don’t want to but I eventually do. I came here to accuse him of exposing me in front of my family and when I saw him naked with an erected cock I was definitely distracted. He told me to get on my knees and suck his dick and I find myself agreeing to him. I am filled with such desires that I enjoy sucking his cock. His huge cock is veiny, think and the beautiful turtle-shaped tip is what attracts me. The way my suck affects his breathing, his body language and his growls increase with every deep suck of mine. I can barely breathe, choking on his cock touching the back of my throat but it doesn’t matter. I could also feel the tears streaming down my face but at that time I decided to focus on the task at hand. His cock continues to release precum, the taste of the salt lingers on my tongue and I didn’t stop. I want him to know that I can effect him in the same way he does
CarlosShe is so sexy when she is exasperated like this. She can be annoyed at me as much as she likes and I don’t fucking care. All I wanna do is ruin her, shatter her into tiny little pieces then pick those pieces to form them back. She is a fragile little doll that I tend to play with for the rest of my life. I won't be bored of her, I know that. She has this kind of personality that can keep a man bound to her fingers. Her anger simmers within her eyes and I find myself drowning in those amber-brown eyes of hers. I am not sure if that is just lust talking or if I genuinely feel something for her. Hell, I do not. I have zero feelings for women but she is the one I am willing to protect. Reason? She is a fucking Sinclair like me. And I am protecting my family name. That’s it. Shit, who am I kidding? I want her. All by myself and completely to myself. I cannot tolerate if other men look lustfully towards her. I know the intentions of men…fucking perverts only want to fuck a pussy.
RayaWhat the fuck!Is my father going crazy or am I exaggerating? Why the hell is everyone so obsessed with Uncle Carlos in this house? What am I going to do with him? I don’t want to go with him and despite my defensive arguments, my father has grounded me. Bastard of an Uncle! I prefer to accuse him privately so I eventually agreed. In the middle of my anger, I grit my teeth and retort, “Fine!” Then I turn my attention to look at him and softly ask, “Are you going to drop me now?”He nods at me, “Yes.” I excuse myself, walking toward the stairs when I feel a strong grip on my wrist. I turn back to look at him, there is a frown on his forehead and I know what he has to say. I let him talk anyways. “Go upstairs and change your dress. Or else -” he says to me and I feel the anger rush down my body. “Or else what?” I shrug my arm from his grip, expressing my anger. “Or else I will take it off your body in front of the entire school.” he threatens me and I can feel he is not joking a
The beautiful field is filled with trimmed grass and the crispy wind blows my hair as I run. I should have been so amazed by the view and stood here for a moment or two just to memorize the beautfiul view in front of me. But right now I am running from the man I call my Uncle…who is a part of my family. He is chasing me and I cant seem to understand the reason. I just know that I need to run because if he catches me, there will be no clothes on my body. That’s what he said and means by that. I hear the ground below me shaking and I hear loud thuds, while I keep running I turn my head to my back just to see the horses galloping my way. I am scared, literally frightened. They cross me, running in circles, freeing themselves. The horses are in different colors, with their hair long and they make the sound as if they are either delightful to be free or scared to be caged again.I have the same feeling as them, I can sense their fear or the urge to be set free. I run but my legs are not
RayaAs I bring the glass of wine to my lips, the strong scent assaults my senses, causing a wave of nausea to wash over me. Unaware of the heightened sensitivity to scents that often accompany pregnancy, I instinctively recoil, placing the glass back on the table, leaving him puzzled by my sudden change in demeanor. "I'm sorry, I can't—" I start to explain, before a sudden queasiness overtakes me, causing me to place a hand over my mouth.He twists his lower lip, his expression calm and understanding as he gently remarks, "Well, for a pregnant woman, this is quite impossible, isn't it?" His words hang in the air, a realization dawning on both of us as the truth of my condition becomes apparent in that simple, yet profound moment.I observe him as he takes a sip
RayaSean is mourning for his cousin’s death. I am well aware that Carlos did that. He mentioned this to me last night and now I feel very delighted to see Sean going through the same things I once went through. Carlos also provided me with the evidence that it was Sean who killed Noah and now my anger for him has intensified. I am waiting for the moment when I will be able to punish him.Sean Myers must die or else he will be put behind bars. I can't wait for this to happen. I let him mourn for his cousin’s death and standing at the stairs, I sigh deeply, secretly grinning at his loss. I feel superior now that Carlos is with me and my power has doubled.Carlos visits me every night, I am not sure how but he manages to sneak in without getting caught
RayaIt has been two weeks since I married Sean, but I have not experienced a single moment of genuine happiness with him. He mistreats me every day, and the person I thought I knew is completely different from the reality of what I face daily.Carlos is no more, and I am stunned by his actions against me. I trusted him to assist me, but he carried out his revenge plan with deadly consequences. Since arriving at the Myers mansion, I have not seen my family. Sean confines me within the mansion, preventing me from leaving. It seems as though I am a captive in what is supposed to be my own home.I am constantly monitored by servants and security guards, even within the confines of the house. Sean watches over me closely, intensifying the feeling of being scrutinized. The
CarlosI meet Ryat and keep him tied up, I am torturing him to speak the truth. I want him to reveal the plans and the fraud against the other companies. I want Sean to be disgraced in front of the entire world, especially on his wedding day. I keep Ryat abducted and he has revealed everything to me. Now I have evidence against Sean and while I am going to crash the wedding, revealing this mishap that he has made to the world.I bet that Warren will no longer let his daughter marry a man who is not only corrupt but also a fraud. As I sit with Ryat, staring at his badly bruised face, I spit in anger, “And why do you think that Sean is going to get the loan from the government to purchase the shares in the Sinclair Corporations?”Ryat spits out th
RayaStepping into the penthouse I see the soft glow of city lights cast a mesmerizing spell over the room. I move towards the expansive window, drawn to the panoramic view of the city skyline that stretches before me. The twinkling lights below seem to dance in the darkness, a silent symphony that captivates my senses.As I stand by the window, a sense of anticipation fills me, my heart beating in rhythm with the pulse of the city below—the night air whispers against my skin, carrying with it a promise of secrets and possibilities. My gaze is fixed on the horizon, my thoughts drifting to the meeting that awaits me.In the tranquil solitude of the penthouse, I wait patiently for Carlos, the only sound is the gentle hum of the city outside. The minutes tick by, each passing moment heightening my sense of anticipation. My thoughts are consumed by the impending wedding that looms on the horizon. The prospect of marrying Sean no longer holds any appeal for me, especially after overhearin
RayaAs I sit at the dinner table with my father and my brothers, a heavy sense of apprehension settles over me. The tension in the room surrounds us, the unspoken expectation of discussing my marriage to Sean hanging like a dark cloud over our meal. My dad clears his throat, his gaze stern as he addresses me. "Raya, it is time for you to fulfill your duty to the family and marry Sean."I take a deep breath, steeling myself for the confrontation that I knew was inevitable. "I'm sorry, Dad, but I cannot marry Sean. I do not love him," I respond, my voice steady despite the tremor in my heart. Jake's eyes narrow, his voice laced with authority. "Raya, this is not up for debate. You will marry Sean, and that is final. We must uphold our family's honor."My hands clench under the table, a surge of defiance rising within me. "I cannot sacrifice my happiness for the sake of tradition. I will not marry a man I do not love," I declare, my voice firm with conviction. Phil interjects, his tone
CarlosI am seated in a bar next to my nephew, not Jake, but Phil, the one with the gentlest heart. I order two margaritas for us, and as we engage in conversation, he inquires, "What's the reason for calling me here, Uncle?" With confidence, I respond, "I want you to know that I deeply care for this family. While I am eager to stand by all of you during this challenging period, I understand that none of you may wish to see me at the mansion, and I respect that."I let out a deep sigh before speaking, "I need your assistance with the plan I am devising." Phil furrows his brow in confusion, questioning, "What plan? What exactly are you intending to do? Are you going to go against your own family?" I roll my eyes at his reaction, trying to comprehend his mindset, and proceed to clarify my intentions, stating, "No, I don't plan to
CarlosI am fucking aware that she is having lunch with this mother fucker in a restaurant and yes I came here to ruin this lunch for her. And how can she expect to have a peaceful moment with her fiance when I keep on pestering her head for twenty-four fucking hours? I am the only one she must think of and I am the only one whose name must be on her tongue when she is close to her her orgasm.It's been quite a while since I fucked her and I miss touching her. Her scent and her moans, her shallow breaths, and everything else. She is so fucking mine and I will claim it no matter what I have to do for her. For now, I am sitting in a restaurant where she is having lunch with Sean fuckling Myers. I brought a date with me, after all coming here all alone would be awkward for me.
Raya My father has returned to the mansion after a successful surgery and is now resting. Today, I have a meeting at Sinclair Corporations before meeting Sean for lunch at his favorite restaurant. I learned that Carlos will be at the meeting, taking over his shares and role in the company, indicating that I am not representing him.It seems like a good idea for me to step back from Carlos's position because his work is beyond my understanding and capabilities. He is involved in numerous ongoing and upcoming projects that I am not informed about, and the complexity of his plans makes it difficult for me to comprehend his intentions. With family relationships already strained, I am unsure whether I should disclose this information to my brothers.Entering the board room, I look around until my eyes are fixed on him. There he sits, handsome and confident as well. Carlos is a man in his own world, he is not only an experienced man but a very sensible businessman as well. Meanwhile my bro