The past six months have been filled with ups and downs, but their love and determination have seen them through every challenge and hardship. Additionally, Luis and Clara celebrated their five-year birthday, which Trey commemorated with a lavish party, introducing them to the corporate world. As a result, Luis's name was changed to Ryan Luis Collins and he was named as Trey's successor, Clara became Clarissa Collins, and they both took on new roles under Trey's wing. Lisa is two months into her pregnancy, she is still experiencing unusual cravings, morning sickness, strange needs, and other symptoms, though her stomach has yet to show any signs of her pregnancy. However, Trey remains unfazed by it all. He is overjoyed and is grateful for the opportunity to support his pregnant wife and experience this journey alongside her.Which brings us to the present day. Lisa sat gracefully in front of her exquisitely adorned elegant vanity in her dressing room, encircled by a team of skilled
(Warning: This chapter contains details of killing, trauma, and blood, and may not be suitable for all readers. If you are easily triggered by any of these subjects, it is recommended that you refrain from reading ahead for your mental health. Read at your own risk.) âUmm, Mom, you join the kids in the second car, Susan and I will ride in the fourth car,â Lisa said when they reached the driveway where a line of cars waited. âBut jade, your ride is the third car?â Mrs Rosa said. âI know Mom, but I want to switch,â Mrs Rosa hesitated before nodding. âBe careful, today is your best day,â Mrs Rosa said and walked toward the car. ~~~ At the church, the moment Trey stepped out of the car, his eyes swept across the church grounds, scanning the strategic positions of his men. He keyed the mic discreetly nestled in his ear and asked in a low, commanding voice, "All set?" And in a perfect unison, his men responded, "Yes boss." "Good. Report any suspicious activities directly t
(Warning: This chapter contains details of killing, trauma, and blood, and may not be suitable for all readers. If you are easily triggered by any of these subjects, it is recommended that you refrain from reading ahead for your mental health. Read at your own risk.) "Diego, the madam has been taken," Brad's panicked voice came through the earpiece. He was trembling, the weight of responsibility heavy on his shoulders. How could he have allowed her to ride in a different car? If anything happens to the madam, the boss will kill him for sure. He couldn't believe that once again, he found himself in a dire situation. "What?!" Diego exclaimed, earning curious stares from everyone in the church. As he looked up from his seat, he was met with Trey's penetrating questioning gaze. He quickly pressed a button on his earpiece and relayed the message, "Boss, the madam has been taken." Without hesitation, Trey got off the altar and dashed out of the church with lightning speed. "What's go
(Warning: This chapter contains details of killing, trauma, and blood, and may not be suitable for all readers. If you are easily triggered by any of these subjects, it is recommended that you refrain from reading ahead for your mental health. Read at your own risk.) Valerie's voice trembled as she spoke up, noticing the deadly aura emanating from Trey as he glared down at her with undisguised disgust. "Trey, please, I was forced into doing this," she pleaded, but Trey's expression remained cold and unyielding as he replied, "Don't worry, no one will be able to force you into doing anything anymore." With those words, he pointed the muzzle of the gun at Valerie's forehead. As he was about to pull the trigger, Valerie interrupted frantically, "No! Trey, please, I'm pregnant with his child. He will come after you if you kill me! He is listening to us as we speak." Trey's fierce resolve was unshaken as he smirked and he replied, "I won't fall for your fucking tricks again, t
"Susan, oh, I'm very sorry, you had to give birth to your son prematurely because of me, I'm sorry.â Lisa said as she sat in a wheelchair in front of Susan's hospital bed."Hey, hey, as you can see I'm fine. Thankfully, my son was not at risk, so he will be in the incubator for just a day. It wasn't your fault; you are also a victim like me," Susan explained with a smile."Thank you. Is the pain bearable?" Lisa asked,"Yes, it almost feels like my old self," Susan replied,"I'm glad. I was hoping to attend your baby shower, though." Lisa said and Susan responded with humor, "It's fine. To be frank with you, I was getting bored of the nine monthsâ journey," Susan said, and they both laughed."I'm glad I met you, Susan. You became the closest figure to a sister I never had." Lisa expressed her gratitude,"Same here, Lisa I'm very glad I met you," Susan replied. After spending a few minutes talking about unimportant but happy topics, the doctor accompanied by two nurses came and helped
Clara and Michelle, dressed in matching glistening white gowns with a bow adorning the back, gracefully made their way down the aisle. They clutched a wooden basket embellished with a delicate white ribbon, brimming with white rose petals that they gently scattered along the path. Following close behind them was Luis, dashing in his white elegant suit, holding a cushion bearing the wedding rings. Antonio and Susan, exquisitely dressed in their white outfits, walked arm in arm, radiating elegance. Mrs. Cooper joined the procession, cradling two weeks-old baby Miguel, as well as Diego and his fiancée, Lucy, Trey's secretary, both resplendent in radiant white outfits. Then Mr. and Mrs. Collins, followed by the old Master Collins and Mrs. Lynn, their hands linked in a display of endearing unity creating an aura of elegance and refinement. As everyone took their seats, the air of anticipation filled the room. The moment finally arrived as the bride, escorted by her uncle, made her g
~~ăReclaiming His!ă~~ 18-year-old Michelle Agrillaâs world came crashing down when she discovered she was pregnant. She should have been happy; she had her life all planned out with Luis, her childhood sweetheart, who was also the one responsible for her pregnancy. But she didn't even know the whereabouts of the father of her child. His family told her he left on a mission in another country. He didn't inform her, leaving her alone with no means to reach him. In the midst of heartache and uncertainty, Michelle agreed to marry her professor. Three years later, she is kidnapped by Luis, and he leaves behind their two-year-old son, disclaiming any responsibility for him. Will Michelle forgive Luis for abandoning her and stay with him? Or will she keep her marriage? *** Following his impromptu departure, Luis Ryan Collins returned two months later, eager to see his woman, even if admiring her from a distance. His longing to see her was overshadowed by the fear of endangering he
As soon as the school bell chimed, signaling the end of class, students swiftly gathered their books and personal belongings, eager to vacate the classroom as if they'd been sitting on pins and needles and couldn't wait to get off. Michelle, as usual, was the last to exit the class.After gathering all her items, she made her way out of the class, her thoughts consumed with one person, Ryan Luis Collins. She had been counting down every second until now. Not that thinking about him hindered her studies, though. âWhat was going to happen when she got home? She was now 18, and she wasn't going to take no for an answer from Luis. He had promised to make her his woman when she turned 18. Now she couldn't wait to meet him, the love of her life.âShe hurriedly made her way to her hostel, as she had already packed her stuff. All that was left was for her to say goodbye to Alan before she left for the airport. Alan is Michelle's professor and friend. He had approached her when he first arri
âJade!â âMom!â Trey and Luis exclaimed simultaneously as Trey caught her in his arms protectively. He looked at her feet and frowned; seeing how bloodstained they looked, he immediately scooped her into his arms. âWhat happened to your feet?â he asked angrily, seeing she was hurt to such an extent but didn't get it treated. âPut me down; I can walk on my own,â Martina argued, hitting him on the chest. âShut up!â Trey scolded, his jaws clenched as he walked toward a private ward with Martina in his hands. He didn't understand why Martina was acting like that. He was the one who was supposed to be angry at her for her reckless behavior tonight. But here she was, making him a scapegoat. ~~ Trey gently laid Martina on the bed the moment they entered the private ward, and the nurse stepped forward to check her. âYou can go now; Lucia needs someone with her when she's wheeled out of the emergencyâŠâ Martina didn't land when Trey cut her off.. âWhat? Lucia? What happened to Lucia?â Tre
This chapter is rated 18+; blood and killing scenes ahead. Skip if uncomfortable. ~~~ Martina ran out of the warehouse in time to see the taillights of a car disappearing in the distance; she began running after the car barefooted. About fifteen minutes later, Martina saw the car stopped in the distance, and from the cold breeze, she realized they were at the seaside. âThey were planning to dispose of Lucia's body in the ocean.â Martina was out of breath, and her feet hurt from the debris and glass shards that had pierced them, but she refused to stop running, since any delay on her side, and those scumbags will dispose of Lucia's body. When Martina arrived at the sea cliff, the two boys had Lucia lying on a net with bricks around her as they planned to wrap her up and toss her into the sea. Fueled by an indescribable surge of anger, Martina didn't know when she swiftly reached for a brick and smashed it hard against one of the boys' heads. âWhat the hell!â the other boy exclai
It was a few minutes past 11 pm when Martina arrived at the underground parking lot. Her personal bodyguard, Carlos, opened the car door for her when he saw her approaching, but Martina spoke, stopping him.âCarlos, you and the men should leave first; I will take the other car. I need some time alone.â Carlos hesitated but said anyway,âBut madam, the boss would be very angry.ââThat's his business!â Martina snapped, her emotions overwhelming her. She looked at Carlos' face and warned, âI don't need any of you secretly following me; I trust you don't want to see me provoked?âMartina asked with a curved eyebrow. Carlos nodded, and she turned, walking to the driver's side of the car, and the chauffeur respectfully stepped out. In a few seconds the car drove out of the parking lot at full speed.âDamn it!â Martina cursed as she smacked the steering wheel angrily. Tears fell down her face as she turned onto a secluded road. Her phone began to ring then, and she knew it was her husband,
Clara looked at Octavio's face with teary eyes as he spoke. She recalled everything that happened three weeks ago, and her heart still hurts. He really hurt her, but he just told her he regretted it and he loved her, and after hearing his explanation, Clara wanted to forgive him, because there was no denying it. She loved him. She had fallen madly in love with Octavio without realizing it. But what if he hurts her again? Her poor heart can't take another heartbreak. Clara slowly pulled her hands out of Octavio's hands at the thought and said, âI'm sorry, Octavio. But I can't forgive you after everything you did to me. I'm just not heartless. I couldn't let you stay outside in the cold air all drenched up.â Clara looked at his face with a forced smile. âI will get you something to put on from my friend. You have to leave.â Clara said, turning and walking past him, but he grabbed her wrist. âLet go,â Clara said, her eyes fierce as she tried to yank her hand from him, but h
Three weeks later.New York.âClarissa!!â Octavio, who was holding a bouquet of red roses embedded with chocolate and a small silver bag, yelled from outside Clara's apartment once again. âClarissa, I'm sorry!!â he continued to yell. Marco's eyes, which were stabbing daggers, were fixated on the bastard, and he wished for once he could make a decision on Clara's behalf by killing Octavio once and for all.For the past two weeks, Octavio had become a stalker, stalking Clara everywhere she goes. Apologizing to her every day with different flowers. From different colors of roses, different colors of lilies, lilac, and red carnations.He would appear out of the blue during her photoshoots, at a restaurant she was dining at with a few endorsers, standing outside her apartment all night and outside her company all day. He was always outside Clara's apartment whenever she left home for the company, but he arrived at the company before her.The first time Clara saw him riding his motorbike
âBut Alan is not your real name?â Michelle questioned him, as a glint of disappointment flashed across her face. âYes, but I didn't marry you as Alan Moore but as Craig Jacobs,â Alan answered, and Michelle's face twisted into confusion. But she's always addressed as Mrs. Moore wherever they go. âWhat? ButâŠâ Michelle was rendered speechless. âBut what? Michelle. Did you take a look at our marriage certificate after you signed it? I thought I would explain things to you back then after you noticed there was a different name on the certificate. But you didn't even notice,â Alan said with a heartbroken expression. His bloodshot eyes fixated on Michelle's face. His heart ached from the pain of knowing the person he loves never held him dear. âAlan, I'm very sorry. But I⊠you forget it. Tell me why you changed your name. I want to know about you.â Michelle said, taking Alan's hand and squeezing it softly. She knew she was hurting Alan. Her selfishness caused all this mess, but in the
In New York.Clara woke up at the sound of a knock on her door. âWho is it?ââIt's me, Barbie doll,â Drake answered from the other side of the door. Clara looked at the time, and it was a few minutes past midnight. She sat up with her knees bent as she held the sheets to her chest.âCome in, Drake,â she drawled. The door opened, and Drake stepped in, taking hurried steps toward Clara. He sat on the bed and pulled her into a warm hug. Tears instantly fell out of Clara's eyes; she suddenly missed her mum dearly.âI want to go home,â Clara sobbed, hugging Drake tightly. She left home three years ago because of Octavio, and now he is the reason why she wants to return home. Yet she still can't bring herself to hate him.How pathetic is she?âI'm sorry, Barbie doll. But you know you can't breach the contract. You have a yearâââI can, Drake. My dad would pay any penalty. I just want to go home; I'm not happy here. I thought Octavio's arrival was what I needed to make my stay here worthwh
Alan was surprised when he received notification of Michelle's purchase at the mall. He had never expected Michelle to ever use the card, since he gave it to her long ago, but she never used it. He was on his way to a meeting when he got the notification, but after seeing it, he was filled with the urge to see Michelle. She didn't look well in the morning, and he wanted to see how she was doing. Alan turned to his assistant Jason, and said, âPostpone the meeting, and cancel all my appointments today.â âYes sir,â Jason replied respectfully. Alan turned and left without another word. The moment Alan sat in his car, he called one of Mitchell's nannies. âI'm heading to the mall now, bring Mitchell over.â âSir, we are already at the mall.â âOkay.â Alan hung up. He planned to take Michelle and Mitchell to dinner after she finished shopping. ~~ Thirty minutes later, the car Alan was riding in was arriving at the mall, when he received news about Michelle's disappearance. His heart
Luis' brown eyes darkened the moment they fixed on the flimsy red lacy panties Michelle was wearing. His body tightened with desire. She's wearing it for a man but not for him. âNo! Luis, please, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hit you! Don't do thisâŠ!â Michelle cried, struggling to break free, but Luis firmly held her down, with her hands on her back. She felt a tug, and she didn't need to be told her panties had been ripped off. Tears fell down Michelle's face as she stopped struggling. There was no point in struggling when Luis was intent on having his way. Luis was buckling his belt but stopped when Michelle stopped struggling. Conflicting thoughts raced through his mind as he tried to understand why Michelle stopped fighting him. But as usual, all his thoughts were condemning. One with Michelle thinking less of him. âAhh!â Michelle cried when Luis thrust two fingers into her without warning. More tears fell down Michelle's face, but this time, it wasn't sad tears. It was so