Carlos
Upon seeing her with Sean, my patience wears thin. Despite warning her to stay away from that man, she is now standing side by side with him, casually sharing a drink. The way he flirts with her, the intense gaze he fixes upon her, stirs a fucking rage within me. The thought of approaching him and unleashing a torrent of punches until his face is marred and blood spills is tempting, as my anger threatens to consume me.
Standing beside Warren, I am at a loss for words. The need to express my anger drives me to muster every ounce of frustration within me. Finally, I manage to speak through gritted teeth, "Warren, she is becoming uncontrollable. Why is she so fucking stubborn?" Warren's response is marked by silence, his expression tinged with disappointment. I stand there, my fists clenched so tightly that my skin turns pa
CarlosAfter Warren undergoes a thorough medical examination and tests at the doctor's, we return to the mansion. He sits beside me in the car, choosing the backseat and appearing visibly drained and fatigued. Attempting to break the tension, I remark, "It's been a long night, hasn't it?" Warren's gaze shifts towards me, a look of inquiry clouding his features. With a furrowed brow, he voices his concerns, questioning me directly, "Carlos, did you kill the kid?"I scowl in disbelief at my cousin's accusation. "No, I didn't kill the kid," I assert firmly. Warren's question catches me off guard, prompting me to inquire further, "What made you think that?" His response to her accusations and claims, “You threatened Raya. What made her say that you killed him?” his question leaves me feeling unsettled. Unable to provide
Raya As I watch him being led away, the handcuffs clinking in his hands, I see the disappointment etched on his face. His eyes hold a silent accusation, questioning why I would betray him in such a way. But the truth remains unspoken – it is he who has betrayed me. He took the life of the man who had proposed to me, a proposal I had accepted out of a sense of duty and responsibility, choosing the harsh reality over the fleeting fantasy that Uncle Carlos had offered. At this moment, I stand firm in my decision, knowing that my actions were driven by a need to uphold justice and protect those I care about.My connection with Uncle Carlos was nothing more than a forbidden fantasy, a fruit that would poison me if I continued to indulge in its allure. Despite the inevitable judgment from others, I feel no shame in openly addressing the reality of our relationship. His actions and words reveal the truth of the situation, laying bare the complexities and consequences of our interactions. A
Carlos I am annoyed at her actions. How could she betray me like that? She accused me of things I would never do, especially not when she was involved. I would never harm her, and she should have known that. Yet, she made the choice to send me to prison. Handcuffs have never been so close to me, except in situations where I prefer to have fun with them.As I find myself restrained in the handcuffs of law enforcement, a sense of humiliation washes over me as if my ego has been shattered. Soon, I will become the headline news, with reporters swarming the area in a frenzy to catch a glimpse of me. Sitting before an officer who exudes a sense of superiority, believing himself to be smarter than me, I raise an eyebrow in silent defiance."Do you have any idea who I am?" I inquire with a hint of menace in my voice. The officer, unimpressed, remains unfazed as he sees me as just another criminal, unaware of the power I hold. "I know you... Carlos Sinclair, a murderer, and a criminal," he st
Raya The funeral has come to an end, yet my grief lingers. The thoughts of Noah consume me, making it difficult to focus on anything else. With my father now asking me to assume my uncle's position in the business, I am faced with uncertainty and doubt about how to navigate the complexities of the corporate world. However, I am determined to prove my worth to both my uncle and my father. Supported by my brothers, I dress in a sophisticated black blazer suit, complemented by high heels, red lipstick, and a sleek high ponytail. The mourning for my boyfriend's death is reflected in my choice to wear black, a constant reminder of my loss. The ring he gave me is a permanent fixture on my finger, a symbol of our love and a cherished memento of our time together.The void left by Noah's absence weighs heavily on my heart, but it is my uncle's sudden disappearance that unsettles me the most. His constant presence in my life has become a part of my routine, and without him, I feel a sense of
Carlos She is here. She is fucking here to see me. I am uncertain whether I should feel pleased or irritated by her presence. She exudes confidence and appears to have healed, and I can't help but notice that she seems to belong to me. Despite her attire of a business-like blazer, my gaze is drawn to her revealing cleavage, stirring a sense of arousal within me.I maintain my composed facade as always, concealing the fact that she stirs arousal within me. A palpable tension lingers between us, characterized by unspoken desires and unaddressed emotions. While I refrain from making any overt comments about her, she keeps her distance from me. The urge to be with her in an intimate manner grows stronger, and I find myself yearning to be with her without any inhibitions. The presence of surveillance cameras and potential onlookers is a non-issue; all I desire is to be close to her after this prolonged separation.The only barrier separating us is the cell bars, mere inches apart. A darin
Carlos She stands before me, her expression cold after offering help with my sexual frustration. Despite her disapproving gaze, I derive a sense of satisfaction from knowing that I still hold power over her. I understand that she remains within my influence, retaining the choice to maintain her stance. While she may have moments of annoyance, stubbornness, and feigned dislike towards me, I am aware that the reality beneath the surface tells a different story.My gaze lingers on the diamond ring adorning her finger, a stark reminder of the proposal she received from the biker before his demise. Despite the irrational pang of discomfort it stirs within me, I maintain a composed facade, concealing any unease. I harbor a silent resolve that one day, I will replace that ring with a larger diamond, regardless of where I may find myself—be it behind bars, I am attuned to the unfolding events beyond the confines of a prison cell.It seems my cousin has made a bold move, relegating me to the
RayaI arrived at the prison with the intention of witnessing my uncle's suffering. However, upon seeing him seemingly content and living well, a wave of conflicting emotions washed over me. The knowledge that he had taken a life without remorse weighed heavily on my mind. I regret not fully understanding the extent of his cruelty from the start. I wish I had known the true extent of his vile nature from the beginning.My uncle might be the only one to make me feel lost my control when it comes to having sexual desires but he is the most dangerous one i come across. When I am on my knees for him, I have this strong desire to make him reach to his climax and call me his good little girl. When he shows his dominant side to me, I find myself surrendering to him, completely throwing myself in his arms. I understand that you may be feeling conflicted and vulnerable in this situation. It's important to prioritize your well-being and seek support if you find yourself in a difficult emotiona
Raya The business meeting has been arranged and my brothers informs me about the important clients that are going to attend the meeting. I have to discuss the Willow project with them before they decide to cancel it. This project is becoming important to me becuase it has many benefits for our company and if I manage to get the deal, I am well aware that my father might forgive me. Well, I can at least take a risk. Soon I arrive at the corporations to find out the workers are already preparing for the meeting. There is anticipation and the negative energy that i can sense around me. I am nervous as well but I have to keep a calm posture to remain confident. As I enter the board room, my brothers comes to motivate me. I might be lucky with the sibling relationship but I sure as very unlucky in love. Sighing deeply, I prepare myself for the presentation and the assistant informs me that the clients has arrived. I am met with Sean Myers. The smile on his face is prominent when he come
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.