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133. Regression
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Tuberose 134. Broken
Michael's pov -I arrive at my farmhouse, driving recklessly as if trying to outrun the overwhelming reality. I understand deep down that I've lost everything—no glimmer of hope remains. The weight of this realization presses heavily on my chest, an unrelenting ache that threatens to consume me. There's a merciless storm within me, thrashing against the walls of my emotions.Every image from earlier cuts through me, a relentless assault on my senses. It's as if the world has taken on a malevolent hue, with every sight and sound a cruel reminder of the torment I'm enduring. The scene replays in my mind—their intimacy, their connection. He thrusts into her, and her moans pierce the air like a blade to my heart.His grip on her is possessive, fingers digging into her chest's flesh, while his face remains hidden in the crook of her neck. Her nails dig into his back, their shared pleasure a stark contrast to the pain that surges through me. "Aaaahhhhh..." The sound tears through me, and in
Tuberose 135. Sinister Triumphs [18++]
William's pov - Thankfully, the guard informed me about Michael's movement. So, we took advantage immediately. I know he is standing behind me and watching me fuck his wife. Being a good man is sometimes hurtful. He is suffering now. I heard his footsteps which means he is going. My face is on Ema's neck. It's one of her weak points. She easily turns on if I touch her neck. "Did he leave?" I whisper to Ema. "Mmm... Yeah." She is so into sex. I look at her face and we start chuckling. With a grin, I suggest, "So? We are successful. Let's celebrate with a dance." I shift my weight, positioning myself atop her, and our laughter mingles as our bodies entwine. "Who dances when naked!" she teases, frowning playfully. My desire for her only intensifies, fed by the realization that she's here, willing, eager to share herself with me. I bend down and then bite harder on her right boob. Though she is Ema, Abigail's facial prosthetic is now turning me on for more to fuck her harder. "Dance
Tuberose 136. Unworthy Wife
[The next day morning] Abigail's pov - The morning sun casts a gentle glow across the room, illuminating my thoughts as I sit on the edge of the bed, my heart heavy with confusion. Mick's behavior has been puzzling me for days. First, he abruptly left me alone on the balcony the night before last night, his distant eyes speaking a language I couldn't comprehend. And now, I find myself alone again, his side of the bed cold and untouched. That means he didn't come home yesterday or he left without a word, a note, or even a goodbye. As I gaze out of the window, my fingers idly trace patterns on the bed sheets. The city bustles below, each person absorbed in their own world, yet I feel strangely disconnected from it all. My laptop sits open on the table, my latest payment for my writing gleaming on the screen. It should be a moment of triumph, of realizing my dreams and inching closer to reality, but all I can think about is Mick. I check the time on my phone; it's nearly time for my m
Tuberose 137. Unforeseen Consequences
**mature content**William's pov -The memory envelops us in its dark embrace, shadows dancing across the room as Ema and I bask in the afterglow of our success. Our victory is sweet, a testament to the power of manipulation and desire. Our carefully woven web is tightening around Abigail and Michael, and the thrill of it courses through my veins."Ema," I murmur, my fingers tracing lazy patterns across her skin, "they're on the brink of separation. Can you feel it?"She turns her head to meet my gaze, a wicked smile curling her lips. "Oh, William, I can practically taste it. Michael is slipping through Abigail's fingers, and soon, he'll be all mine."I chuckle darkly, my fingers tracing a trail down her spine. "He's not in New York, you know. Off on some 'international project.' What a flimsy excuse. He's running, Ema. Running from the truth."Ema's laughter is like music to my ears. "Of course, he is. His fragile male ego can't handle the fact that his wife was in bed with you, his
Tuberose 138. Unexpected Responsibility
William's pov -The sterile hospital air feels heavy as I wait outside, my heart pounding in rhythm with the ticking clock on the wall. Anxiety coils in my chest, constricting with each passing second. What could be the reason for Julie's sudden distress? My mind races through possibilities, but none of them seem to fit the puzzle that's unfolding behind closed doors.A doctor approaches, his smile both comforting and unsettling. "Mr. Stark, Julie is fine now. She had a scare, but the baby is safe. You can go in and see her."Safe? My mind stutters to a halt. Baby? I feel as though the ground has shifted beneath me, and I'm struggling to regain my balance. Pregnant? The word reverberates in my mind, clashing against the carefully constructed world I've built for myself. What will happen now? The dream to make Abigail mine can't drop this way.However, I can't kill this child. It shattered me when I came to know that my parents didn't expect me with happiness. My Mom's late realization
Tuberose 139. A Kiss that Defied Status
Chloe's pov -I pull my car to a stop in front of the grand gate of Jack's home, my heart racing with a mix of excitement and nervousness. It's a luxurious house, especially in comparison to my own modest dwelling. As I step out of the car, I can't help but marvel at the elegance of it all.It's a two-story home, standing tall and proud amidst the hustle and bustle of New York City. The exterior boasts a classic yet contemporary design, a tasteful blend of architectural styles that exudes an air of sophistication that's hard to ignore.The guard at the gate lets me in after I sign my entry, and I make my way up the driveway. The front yard is meticulously manicured, with lush greenery and vibrant flowers adding a touch of color to the surroundings.As I approach the entrance, the imposing grandeur of the house makes me momentarily forget that I don't quite belong there. I've never been in such an opulent setting before, and a wave of self-consciousness washes over me.Once inside, my a
Tuberose 140. What have you done to me?
Abigail's pov -Is it the time when I should have a home for me? I think I can afford it now. I checked my bank account and it has 10 million USD. Perfect. I searched for a buyer agent online and luckily found one from our catering business client. I called directly."Hello, it's 'Your Home'. How may I help you?" A young lady's voice gives me a smile."I need a home." I am so excited."Please let us know about your wishes." She is so gentle with words."My own home by the seaside, a cafe where all will come for refreshment and carefree, tension-free life. Cozy for sure." I am in my dreamland."Give a few minutes, Ma'am. We have a few homes on our lists." I am waiting for her to reply now. "Ma'am, is this okay if we go to California? There we can find a few houses as per your description. Yeah, there is one in Miami Beach, Florida." I think for a while."Well, then California. I want to get home as soon as possible. My budget is between 8 Million. I don't need a huge home but for my own
Tuberose 141. Dream comes true
Abigail's pov -The drive along the scenic coastline of Malibu, California, is like a breath of fresh air for my soul. The ocean breeze carries with it a sense of freedom and renewal, and I can't help but feel a glimmer of hope as we approach the next potential home. It's been three days of searching, visiting house after house, and so far, none have lived up to my dream.My real estate agent, Ms. Anderson, glances over at me with a reassuring smile. "Ma'am, don't worry. I bet you will like this one because the seller's agent assured me about the description. Still, let's hope for the best."I offer a nod in response but remain silent, my heart a mix of anticipation and anxiety. I've dreamt of this moment for years, the day when I would finally find my dream home, a place where I could build a life of comfort and security. California's weather, especially in Malibu, has always held a special place in my heart. The idea of living by the beach, with its soothing waves and calming horizon
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