I observe Noah clenching his fist, appearing frustrated and ready to argue with my uncle. I shoot him a look, signaling for him to stay quiet. My uncle has a short temper, and he could harm Noah before realizing it.I frantically walk alongside my uncle, who doesn't allow me any opportunity to speak to or apologize to Noah. Glancing back at him, I see his expression of disappointment. As we enter the mansion, I pull my hand from my uncle's grip and exclaim, "What the fuck is wrong with you?"He raises an eyebrow, remaining composed, "Watch your language, young lady." I respond with equal frustration, "No, you listen to me now!" Pointing a finger in his direction and he shows no emotion.I begin to retort further, but before I can speak, I hear my father approaching, scolding me. "Is that how you speak to your uncle?" His reprimand startles me, causing my breath to hitch and a shiver to run down my spine.My father's exasperation and his intense glare directed at me fill me with fear.
Carlos My niece is a stubborn woman. She might be beautiful but she has no brains, that I can tell. She cannot evaluate if a person is lying to her, or using her for his own benefit. I can tell that too, of course. I am a man after all. A businessman who deals with various human beings. My surroundings are filled with corrupted people, politics, and manipulation. She, on the other hand, is a little fucking girl who has no idea what's happening near her. I can tell that Noah guy is playing with her. Apparently, he wants to get into her pants or use her for money. She is, after all, a wealthy woman. The only woman in the family, to be exact. A woman who is born to be spoiled and fucked harshly by me. Just me. Goddamn it, she is lucky to be protected by four of the men. And I… I am going to make sure that I cross those four men and will be enough for her. I secretly stalk her… because why not? She belongs to me…hell fucking yes. She does. I installed a camera in her room and ever s
Raya “See, Raya. I know that you are hurt, but I cannot let you experience the things girls of this age usually put up with.” “These kinds of parties are not for girls like you. You are a Sinclair. You need to understand that.” When he finishes talking, I sigh deeply, there is a breakage in my tone as I am on the verge of crying but I swallow back my tears and pretend to be a strong girl. “Have you ever tried to understand me, dad?” this question brings him to silence, he just looks at me, throwing gentle looks in my direction. He reaches out to bring his hand to my palm, gently caressing it. “Of course, I do. I am trying to understand you… I am trying to provide and protect you. I want my only daughter to have the best life. I want to compensate for my previous actions of abandoning you.”I am now a bit calm after listening to my father. He is not doing anything wrong, he just want to protect me and the family name…same as any respectable man would do. “But I deserve to be happy
Carlos I am sipping tea on the balcony of my room when I decide to check on her. Opening the app, the live footage of her room appears on my phone screen, allowing me to see what she is up to.I salute to the modern fucking technology.I don't even have to physically enter her room to check on her well-being. I can simply sit in my own room and keep tabs on her activities.I frown as I watch her quickly get out of bed to inspect a bloodstain on the sheets. Is she menstruating?"Fuck. Samantha!" she calls out in frustration, her face contorted with pain. She appears to be experiencing the common stomach cramps that many girls face during menstruation. I quickly grab my phone and call a gynecologist, seeking information on the main reasons for such pain."What should I do about these cramps, doctor?" I ask with concern. The doctor provides me with some remedies and sends me the names of pain relief medications.As I stand in her room, I make a conscious effort to remain patient and cal
RayaMy dad approaches me with a warm smile on his face as I lie on my bed, a hot bag resting on my stomach, providing a soothing sensation to ease my pain."How are you feeling now?" he asks, sitting beside me. I nod, weakly smiling at him. "I am fine, Dad," I reply. I believe he has grasped my condition, but if he inquires further, I am not going to disclose the truth to him.I feel embarrassed, and discussing my women's issues with my dad would not be appropriate."That's fine. If you rest. Shall I call the doctor if you like?" he offers. I refuse, shaking my head, and he agrees."I am leaving Samantha with you. If the business dinner weren't important, we would have stayed with you," My dad explains to me.,I offer a faint smile and respond, "It's okay, Dad. You go. I am doing fine. Really..." After reassuring him, I sense that he is ready to leave."Alright, take care of yourself," my dad says as he kisses my forehead before finally leaving.After enduring the pain for longer tha
Carlos I rush to my car without informing anyone in my family, start the engine, and prepare to drive back to the mansion. I have a feeling that she might be in pain, and seeing her with my own eyes will provide some relief.My eyes focused on the road ahead, I grip the steering wheel tightly as I hurry back to the mansion. Concerned for her well-being, I realize I have never been this interested in a woman before. She is different from others, a timid girl who pretends to be brave and strong.I understand why she puts up that front... she doesn't want anyone to see her vulnerability, but women are indeed fragile creatures.Women seek reassurance, someone to protect and provide for them. I'm not referring to those who are solely after material gain, but rather women of substance and high standards. My niece is among those with high expectations.Upon investigating Noah's background, I discovered that he is a wealthy individual with a keen interest in superbikes. It's no surprise tha
Now as I grab the collar of his shirt, I stare at him. My looks are sharp and piercing and I feel like pulling the soul out of his body. His eyes collide with mine and without wasting another moment, I simply drag him, least bothered by the way he is tripping.I leave Saraya right there and dragging him down the stairs, I finally take him to the porch. None of us utter another word. I am not in a mindset to deal with this man. I don’t want to. He is a nobody that I least care about.What I saw was he was forcing himself on my niece. How the fuck does he dare to stick his cock into her pussy? And while she is on her fucking period, leaking blood?He slips with the blood that is on the floor and I am not in a mood to laugh about it. The moment I push him to the porch, he falls down and I stare at him, commanding
I can sense that it feels good to her, the way her body relaxes and is not tense anymore. I continue to give her a soft massage and with her eyes closed, she asks me, “How did you get here?”I scoff, replying to her, “What do you mean? I live in this house.”“I mean…how did you know that I am in trouble?” her question makes me silent for a moment. I lick my lips to lubricate the lies. But instead, I choose to be bold and tell her the truth. “I wanted to stay but I had to go. When I reached the party, my mind was still here…I kind of… stalked you through the…”I am not sure how she is going to react and then she opens her eyes, looking at me expressionless. “Cameras?” It takes me a moment to respond her but I nod, find
Carlos My child is not in this world and this is because of that mother fucker Sean Myers. I swear I am going to kill this bastard but first I will humiliate him in the entire world. He will pay for what he did to me and Saraya. That fucker had the audacity first to marry the woman I love and then he killed my unborn child. I feel like pulling his hair, dragging him to the road, and then beating him so much that he won’t be able to recognize his own filthy fucking face. I realize that I have to stay calm and plan everything accordingly. When I send her back to the Myers mansion which I am totally against, I feel like my heart is being squeezed out of my chest. I am prepared to take this matter legally and send him to jail and I cannot wait for that. The woman I love was in so much pain, physical and mental. When I took her to the hospital she was squirming in pain in my arms as I cradled her, and tried my best to calm her down. And once the doctor informed me that the baby was no l
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.