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
“What do you mean by that?” I bark in frustration, hurrying my way to the servant and she utters, “That’s fine. Just give me the fries.” I turn to look at her exhausted face and she smiles faintly. I adore her right now and my heart flutters with excitement.I have never felt this way before and my anger calms down, leaving me to agree with her. But I want her to get what she craves…which is a fucking soup that no one manages to get for her. “Uh, princess. Can you wait a moment? I think these fries are soggy. Let me replace it for you.” I watch her nodding, sinking back on the bed and I walk out with the servant.Hurrying to the kitchen, I ask the guard, “What the fuck was that? Can’t you arrange soup for her?” the guard stands disappointed in front of me and I sigh, mentally cursing
Raya I am speechless. The question that he has asked me takes me to a flood of flashbacks…the painful memories that I never wish to remind myself ever again. But I do every day…regardless of what I do, I can never forget that part of my life. I was being harassed…molested in my own house…by my own brother. We might not be related by blood but we were siblings. He never took an interest in the fact that we had the same parents…he always considered me as an outsider. The fact that I was treated as a maid in that house didn’t bother me at all…but what he did to me…the unexplainable things that I cannot even speak…not even with my therapist if I ever get one in the future. My brother came to me during my period and it's not even the first time. I still remember the last time when he was inserting himself in me, the blood was bad. Despite my weak condition, he didn’t stop. By the time he was done, I was left alone…like a filthy mess. And I had a severe infection that night. When my so
“Raya? Are you alright?” my father hurries inside and my brothers follow suit. They have concern developing on their faces and I can’t help but give them a weak smile. “I am fine, Dad -” I say, my voice barely coming out of my throat. I have been screaming so loud, yelling for help when Rico was forcing himself on me that my vocal cords have almost given up. But the soup that I just finished having has made my throat a little calm. Perhaps this can also be from the deep throat I had a few moments ago. My Uncle silently sits on the sofa chair, observing the hug between my father and I. “Raya, what the hell happened?” my brother Jake asks in a concerning manner. “Yeah, why haven’t you called us?” Steve inquires, his eyebrows frowning in confusion. I gaze at each of them, feeling my heart flutter in my chest as I recognize the genuine care and love they hold for me.Perhaps I am not just someone who is unloved, after all. Deep down, there is a spark that ignites within me, a flame th
Carlos As I lie on my bed, my gaze fixates on the ceiling above me. I exhale deeply, my mind consumed by thoughts that refuse to leave. My thoughts are a chaotic mess, and now I'm seething with anger at the idea of another man pursuing her.How the fuck could he? That guy had apparently orchestrated everything before sneaking inside. He knew we were going to a party and that she would be alone. He must have spiked the security guards and Samantha too.Fucking stepbrother, huh? As anger boils within me, I ponder why I let him go. I should have taken my pistol and made sure he couldn't bother her again. No one messes with her – she is mine now.She became mine when I made her sit on my lap…she became mine when I fingered her and when she sucked the hell out of me. She is mine to fuck, finger, and love. There is no other man who is going to haunt her, except me. I walk through the hallway, ready to begin a new day. She emerges from her room, and our eyes lock. Fuck, she looks incredib
Raya As I prepare to leave the house for my classes, I refuse to let fear of my stepbrother hold me back. While it may be unsettling, I remind myself that nothing is scarier than the reality of my own life.I must confront my stepbrother and the situation, trusting that he won't harm me in broad daylight. With security guards by my side, courtesy of my father's protective measures, I feel a sense of reassurance as I head out. As I descend the stairs after getting ready, Samantha approaches me anxiously, inquiring, "Where are you off to?"Raising an eyebrow, I can't help but find Samantha's question somewhat foolish. "College," I reply shortly before heading towards the door. However, she trails after me like an eager puppy, insisting, "No, you can't go." Stopping in my tracks, I turn to face her, puzzled. "What do you mean, Samantha? Why can't I go?"Her nervous expression does not escape my notice, leading me to believe that she is either hiding something or has faced repercussions
RayaWhen I open my eyes, I find myself lying in a hospital bed. Panic starts rising in my chest the moment my mind starts showing images of the events that lead me to the hospital. I am about to get up when a pair of strong arms engulfs me. I look up and my heart is instantly at ease when I look at Carlos' face. I check his whole body, to see if there are any wounds that I might be aware of. “Relax, my love. I am fine. And so are you.” As if he understands why I am so concerned all of a sudden. I look into his eyes. A small smile appears on his face, making him look more handsome than he already is. I can't say if my heart is going crazy because one moment , my heart is at ease for finding him alright, and the next moment, I find my heart pounding against my rib cage as I look at his smile.“Then why are we at the hospital?” I can't help but ask him. “That's because right after the gun went off, you decided to pass out in my arms. I had to rush you to the hospital. You were cold.”
CARLOS The door swings open, Jake steps in with Saraya. Her eyes are puffy and I can see dried tear marks all over her chest. I am angry enough to murder those who laid hands on her. “To torture her, they brought Myers in. I was there right on time.” I nod at the information I get from Jake. Saraya runs into my arms. “It's alright, baby. I know, they hurt you. I will make them pay for that. But you are safe now. Jake will get you out as soon as they are done with the questions they want to ask us. The warrants are fake. I just found out.” I whisper softly in Saraya's ear.Saraya looks at me, blinking innocently. If only she can understand how this cruel world is running. “Your lawyer is here. He is fucking the chiefs of this precinct in the ass for pulling such stunt on Saraya. He is here with her certificate of postpartum.” With that last piece of information, Jake leaves the interrogation room. I know for the sake of Saraya, I can trust Jake will take care of the rest. While my
RAYAIn the morning, when I open my eyes, my gaze meets with a pair of sparkling eyes that are staring at me with such an admiration that makes my heart tremble in my chest. “What are you looking at?” I am stretching my limbs as I ask him.“It has been a while since I watched you sleep so soundly. It has been a while since I heard you snoring peacefully.” His response makes me blush. I want to hide my face but I am stunned by his response, so much that I can't even move. With wide eyes and mouth agape, I stare at him in utter shock.“You were in my room all night?” I can't help but ask him. Although, it's clear to me that he has never really left my room since he had brought me back to his place. “I had to make sure that you are safe and you have slept well. I am glad I was able to see you sleeping peacefully without any nightmares scaring you in the middle.” I can only smile at his response. He is caring for me. He has always cared for me.Sitting up, I look at his face. It's no lon
RAYAMy heart is trembling with fear as I step out of the car. As usual, Sean is busy flashing his teeth for the paparazzi while I get out of the car on my own. I can't remember him ever holding a door open for me. Of course, I can't expect someone like Myers to be gentle and caring. A fraud like him can never care for another soul but his own selfish self.He is making sure he gets to have his pictures in every single newspaper the very next day. “One with your wife, Mr Myers.” One of the reports shouts at Myers. He turns to look at me. Giving me a disgusting look, Myers turns back to the camera. His usual smile is back on his face as he poses for all the cameras while holding me against his chest.I want nothing to do with him. But for the time being, I a
CARLOS“I plan on using this evidence to ruin for good.” My words hit him hard, like a brick. William blinked in confusion at first. “What are you talking about?” He asked in confusion. Either he is too stupid or just too smart when he refuses to take the easiest hint I throw at him.Clicking my tongue, I walk toward the table that is equipped with the tools of torment. I don't plan on using those myself as I am too concerned about the woman that ruled every corner of my heart. But at this point, I am determined. Grabbing a noseplase, I turn around. Biting onto that tool, I am looking into his eyes that are glaring at the plas, I undo my cuffs and wrap my sleeves up so his blood won't stain my perfectly ironed shirt. I watch the blood literally draining from William's face when he looks at me. I am not smiling at all. In fact, I am so mad, I can literally chew him down alive, without thinking much. A chair is placed in front of the fucker without me asking for it. My men don't need
CarlosWith Jake by my side, I feel a newfound sense of confidence and determination. Each day brings me closer to my goal of reuniting Saraya with her rightful family. As I park my car outside the bank, I discreetly scan the area, searching for the man who is withdrawing the money. I am certain that I will find him here, as Sean has paid this individual a substantial sum of money as part of his schemes. My resolve strengthens as I prepare to confront the person involved in Sean's deceitful actions.William Ford, the man involved in Sean's deceitful schemes, is a despicable individual, and I am determined to expose him for his actions. As he emerges from the bank, his demeanor hinting at a protective stance over the contents of his bag, I swiftly step out of my car. My men move in swiftly, grabbing him by the collar and halting
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