Raya
Our time at the farmhouse concludes with the elders deciding to officially announce Jake and Lana's engagement. The date for the engagement ceremony is scheduled for the upcoming weekend, and I am filled with excitement at the prospect. Being the only sister of the groom, I have a lot of responsibilities ahead, including printing invitations and planning the theme for the celebration.
As I pace around my room, a palpable sense of anxiety etched on my face, I engage in a phone conversation with Irina. "No, no… Irina, you don't get it. I'm not looking for the basic theme. I want—" Before I can continue, a knock at the door interrupts me. Samantha enters, prompting me to request Irina, my friend, to call me back later.
"Yes, Samantha?" I acknowledge
Carlos"Mr. Sinclair, it's a pleasure to see you again after such a long time," one of the business associates addresses me with a smile, exuding enthusiasm. Exhausted from traveling and weary of the insincere pleasantries, I find myself surrounded by individuals who treat me as though I am a novelty, their fascination palpable as they eagerly gather around me.Despite the need to maintain a facade of politeness and engagement in the conversation with the business associates, my thoughts stray to my niece. Her smile, her anger, her laughter—all flicker through my mind. Yet, darker desires also surface as I recall her arousal, her moans, the lustful gaze she casts upon me as we entwine in forbidden passion. These illicit thoughts swirl in my mind, a stark contrast to the facade I present to those around me.
Carlos “If not a truce, then I am afraid, we cannot be like this.” Ryat has this tone filled with threat but it doesn't matter to me. This doesn't scare me at all. I maintain my posture, sinking back on the chair, I utter, “Now if we are taking over your deals…do you really think that calling for a truce might solve all of your shit, Ryat?” His expression changes, it seems like he is trying too damn hard to control his anger and keep his tone low with me. Good for him to know that I do not like people shouting at me, or showing me anger. This man has never met me before but he already has all the basic information about me. Perhaps he has been researching.I am watching him swallowing back his anger, yet his teeth gritted back at me. I am enjoying this very much, I am waiting for the moment when he yells at me so that I can show him what I am capable of. The only outrage I can fucking tolerate and will happily do is from my fucking niece. Rest can fuck themselves. “Come on, Carlos.
Raya I am exiting the mansion with the driver to go for the shopping. I have a few things to finalize before the engagement. The first stop is the boutique where I have alterations for my dress, then I have to help Lana with her shopping. She is having her dress prepared by another designer and I got an appointment for someone else. My father arranged the designer for me and I just have to do some alterations before I reach Lana. My mind is drifting somewhere between the thoughts of my stepbrother. This is the second time he has arrived in the mansion, hiding from everybody. I am starting to get scared…with my uncle not here and no one else is aware of him, I am concerned.The driver informs me that we have reached and now I am stepping out of the car, walking inside the outlet. Here I am greeted by the manager and she takes me to the private section where I am being offered the coffee. I am waiting for my best friend Irina to come so that she can be a helping hand for me to choose
Raya I feel a surge of anger and defiance welling up within me, a strong desire to confront him and assert my boundaries. “Come to me, little sister. I know you have been craving my cock. Haven’t you?” However, as he speaks degradingly and advances towards me, I find myself speechless, unable to voice my outrage. With clenched teeth, I muster the courage to meet his gaze directly and deliver a firm, resolute declaration. "Get lost, Rico!"His face contorts with scorn and anger as he dismisses my words, his actions growing more aggressive as he seizes my hand and forcefully draws me closer to him. Despite the presence of people walking about, he displays no shame or restraint in his behavior, and it appears that no one is taking notice of our distressing interaction. While he doesn't openly force me to accompany him, I silently pray for my driver to be observant and intervene, offering a glimmer of hope for assistance in this unsettling situation.I quickly look and see my driver si
CarlosIt's another morning in Vegas, and I find myself at a press conference among fellow businessmen. Upon leaving the room, I notice a woman approaching me. Fuck! What the fuck is she doing here?” Annoyance seizes me as I mentally scoff before putting on a facade of fake politeness.However, my expression remains devoid of any genuine smile, as there is no reason for me to be pleased to see her."Gia?" I raise an eyebrow, pretending to be surprised at her presence. She approaches with a smile, moving in for a hug. Despite my efforts to maintain distance, she persists in getting close. "Hi, Carlos. Glad to see me?" she asks foolishly, irking me. Suppressing my reluctance, I force a nod in response."Yes, quite a pleasant surprise. Are yo
RayaI am waiting for him to come back. Sitting on the cold floor with my knees wrapping around my chest, I rest my head on my palms. My eyes are glued to one place, my mind is a mess. My stomach grumbles with the thought that I am starving. There is nothing to eat here and I am waiting for Rico to bring some food. If I am not escaping anytime soon, I need to eat so that I don’t feel weak.With the thought of never returning to my family, I am considering the positive part. I comprehend the idea that soon I will be with my family…with my loved ones. I wait and look at the time at the wall clock, I believe that my family might be looking for me. I really hope that Uncle Carlos has attended the phone call and heard everything. But if he did, I assume that he wouldn't waste a moment but look for me. What c
CarlosI land back in LA after struggling for the flight. My manager got me the private plane from Vegas to LA and now I am just stepping off the plane. My mood is extremely cold, I am fuming with anger, striving hard to look for my niece. I have no such intentions to involve the family members but it's their right to know.My phone is ringing in my pocket and when I look at the name of the incoming caller, I quickly answer just incase to know anything about her. “What is it, Jake?” I hear the concerned voice of Jake coming from the other side of the phone, “Uncle, Raya is missing and Dad’s BP has gone high.” This stupid nephew of mine is informing me about her kidnapping as if I am already unaware of it.Rolling my eyes, I ask, &ldq
CarlosI rush back into the mansion and my mind is consumed with the thoughts of my niece being forced or either raped by that mother fucker. My fist goes clenching in frustration. I am on the verge of screaming and shattering the entire mansion into pieces. The ring of my phone diverts me from my thoughts and I take no time but to answer the phone, barking over, “Yes, what?”The man on the phone informed me that he had found my niece's location. “Where is it? Tell me!” The response of the man makes me flabbergasted for a moment, “Sir, the location of the phone appears to be of the Sinclair mansion.” I frown in confusion, and then my anger appears on my face. The sound of the superbike comes to my ears and I ignore it, focusing on my phone.
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.