"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
Two hours later, the plane arrived at Pearl City Airport⊠~~~"Did you enjoy your flight, Miss?" the air hostess inquired as Michelle exited the plane."Yes, I did, thank you," she replied with a small smile, making her way toward the airport's underground private parking lot. She hadn't informed Luis about her return, but if it were true he had someone keeping watch over her at school like Clara had informed her, then he would definitely be waiting for her at the parking lot.On reaching the gate, Michelle took a deep breath and gently pushed it, her eyes closed as doubts raced through her mind. âWhat if he isn't there?â"Open your eyes," Luis's familiar husky voice commanded. That voice that always sent shivers down her spine. A happy smile spread across her face as she obeyed his request. And there he stood, dressed in his signature attire: black jeans trousers matched with a black T-shirt, a black leather jacket, and black boots. Damn! He's fucking handsome, and tonight she was
âGet out!â Luis growled in a cold voice, frightening Michelle. Her heart began racing in an uncontrolled manner. However, she had made up her mind; she wanted to be Luisâ woman, and nothing was going to change that. With determined steps, she began to approach him. She stopped in front of Luis and asked, holding his gaze, âAm I not beautiful, Luis?â Luis muttered a few curses in a deep accent as he threw his head back, looking up at the ceiling, before saying, "You've got to be kidding me,â under his breath, that Michelle almost didn't make it out. He looked down at the beautiful woman who was asking him an obvious question he never expected to be spoken with her tempting plump lips. âWhere is his once confident tigress?â He sighed and replied. âYou already know the answer to that.â âBut I want to hear it from you. Am I ugly? Is that why you haven't kissed me up until now?â Michelle asked, and Luis groaned. The reason he hadn't touched her wasn't because she was ugly; it was because
Back in the living room, Luis stood there dazedly with his fingers caressing his lips where his little tigress had just kissed, watching as she ran up the stairs, with her hips that swayed seductively even with a little effort and her ass that bounced with every step she took. âFuck it, he can't anymore.â If only she knew the kind of torment she made him go through whenever she was there. He is a man; he has urges, urges he has been able to hold until now. But he doesn't think he can hold on any longer. He fucking wants her; he wants to feel himself inside her. He has been going nuts for the past two years after having a feel of her tight pussy. If only she knew he had finished taking a cold shower to jerk off the raging monster she had awoken within him that night, only for her to walk in fully naked, but he still managed to let her go without fucking the life out of her. âFuck it, man?â Luis cursed, his voice sounding hoarser than intended when his little brother's face sudden
Michelle nodded her head with enthusiasm at Luis' declaration. She has been dying to hear him stake his claim on her. But now that he is finally doing it, she finds herself unable to give him an answer. She eagerly wanted to tell him she belonged to him alone. But she couldn't find the voice; perhaps it was his fingers that were tightening around her throat, sending sensations she was unfamiliar with through her body, or it was her clit, which was painfully throbbing from his firmness, that was pressing right on it.âUse your words,â Luis commands in a hoarse voice, staring at Michelle straight in the eyes. And her beautiful face, which has become red due to lack of air.âYes⊠I'm only yours, Luis,â she managed to say. He nodded with a dangerous glint in his eyes, but then he got off her. Michelle propped up on her elbow and watched Luis' retreating form in utter shock as she tried to catch her breath. Luis walked to the sofa opposite the bed and sat down, facing Michelle and looking
It was a few minutes past eight in the morning when Luis woke up. He went into the shower and took a long shower after jerking off. After getting dressed, he headed downstairs. However, upon reaching his living room, he heard some movements coming from the kitchen. There were no maids in the house, so who could that be? Selena? When did Selena learn how to cook? He thought as he walked to the kitchen to investigate, but he stopped at the entrance when he saw who was standing inside the kitchen cooking. âMother?â Martina turned to face her son with a warm smile. She looked as stunning as always, with her long straight hair falling down her back, her light makeup, and as usual, a red lipstick. She looked beautiful; it was like she was growing younger by the day instead of vice versa.âDid you miss me?â Martina asked, and Luis shook his head, seemingly in a trance state as he replied.âNo, I mean, yes, so much?â Martina smiled and said,âI miss you more; welcome back, son.â âThank you
âAhh, Luis...! Gentle, please..." A fully naked Selena, whose back was wet with sweat dripping down, her blonde hair firmly twisted in Luis' firm grip, cried out, her breath labored as Luis slammed ruthlessly into her from behind. Luis grunted, pulling out and slamming into Selena, his hand connecting with her already red ass and spanking it hard. Selena gasped at the sting, her throbbing pussy clenching Luis' dick; she could feel herself getting to the edge once again, just then, Luis drove his dick into her with force, and that did it, her grip on the dining table weakening as she rested her forehead on it, her body trembling. Her legs, which were spread apart, badly quivering from the pleasure. Selena closed her eyes, surrendering to the sensation as Luis continued thrusting inside her, his dick filling and widening her pussy with his thickness, all her strength drained, causing her legs to weaken, and she collapsed on the dining table panting. Luis continued thrusting into her
The tequilas began to take effect on Clara, and she found herself lost in the rhythm of the music; her body was beginning to sweat with each move she made. With the alcohol controlling her, Clara didn't mind the bumping and grinding from the people close to her, even though she realized her friends were nowhere in sight, and those bumping into her were strangers. But then, Clara felt people move away from her; without bother, she continued to dance, swaying her body to the beat, but was startled to a halt when a pair of rough hands wrapped the exposed skin on her belly, stroking it. Clara's breath hitched when the hands started to trace down her hips, stroking her exposed thighs. The action in a weird way was providing a soothing feeling to Clara's tired muscles as it trails back higher and higher. She involuntarily leaned into the comfort it was giving her; she began to sway her hips. Maybe it was the alcohol boosting her courage, but she started to grind her ass on the man behind
~An hour later~ Michelle's eyes shot open at the soft murmur of voices near her. She blinked several times, trying to orient herself in the blinding hospital room. Relief washed over her when she saw Alanâs familiar face. âMy love, you are awake,â Alan said, a warm smile breaking through the tension on his face as he gently cupped Michelle's cheek with his hand, his touch both comforting and tender. However, panic seeped into Michelle's voice as she recalled the events leading up to her awakening. âWhere is Luis? Didnât he bring me to the hospital?â Michelle asked, urgency lacing her words, her heart racing at the thought of Luis. A glint of confusion crossed Alan's face as he studied her. âMy love, who is he, and why are you so worried about him, instead of your well-being?â Curiosity laced his tone, mingled with an undercurrent of anxiety. Michelle hesitated for a moment, the weight of her feelings pressing down on her. âHe is the man I love, the father of my baby.â Her conf
âMichelle!â Alan shouted, his voice laced with panic as he dashed toward her. The moment he reached her, he bent down, his strong arms encircling her petite frame, cradling her gently against his chest. âLuisâŠâ she murmured, her voice barely a whisper before her eyes fluttered shut and she slipped into unconsciousness, her body limp in his hold. Without wasting time, Alan raced towards his car, and his chauffeur, standing by, promptly opened the door for him, and he wasted no time in getting inside, keeping Michelle secure in his arms.âDamn it, sheâs bleeding,â he exclaimed, his heart racing as his gaze fell upon the darkening crimson stain spreading across his hand beneath her head. Panic surged through him. âDrive faster!â he yelled, urgency gripping his every word as he felt the weight of the moment pressing heavily on him.~âĄ~An hour earlier, a sleek black Ferrari roared to a halt at the iron gates of the Castillo mansion. One of the bodyguards stationed at the entrance approac
The sleek black car Michelle was riding in came to a halt in front of the grand stone church, its polished exterior gleaming in the soft glow of the afternoon sun. A bodyguard stepped forward, pulling open the door. Inhaling a deep breath to steady her racing heart, Michelle stepped out of the car, her elegant mermaid wedding gown flowing around her like a cascade of delicate lace and satin. The intricate beading sparkled, catching the light with every subtle movement she made. As soon as she stepped out, a bright voice pierced through the air. âMy beautiful best friend!â Clara exclaimed, her eyes filled with joy. âClara? You came? I thought you wouldn't make it." Michelleâs voice trembled with emotion, tears welling up in her eyes as she rushed into Clara's welcoming embrace. Clara wrapped her arms tightly around Michelle. âI couldnât miss it for the world!â Clara said, her smile radiant. âSeeing my best friend standing here in her breathtaking wedding gown is a moment I simp
Alan was seated behind his desk, exuding an air of authority that filled the room. His sharp, handsome features were framed by transparent glasses that perched on his nose, giving him an appearance of both intellect and charm, as his blue eyes were fixed on the conference meeting unfolding on his laptop screen. The room was filled with a hushed, tense atmosphere as board members engaged in serious discussions, the glow of the laptop casting a soft light across his focused expression. Suddenly, the door swung open with a loud bang, breaking the silence. Michelle stormed in, her cheeks flushed with anger and her eyes blazing. âAlan, how dare you! How could you make a decision regarding my life without my consent?!â she shouted, her voice echoing off the walls. Alan, momentarily distracted from the serious matters on his laptop, looked up, taking in her fiery demeanor. The board members shifted uncomfortably in their seats, their gazes dropping to their notes, avoiding the swirling t
Alan returned to the clinic a few minutes later after Michelle left and decided to find her. On the way to her hostel, he saw a girl holding Michelle by the arm and hurried toward them. Just a few feet from them, he heard the girl's shameless statement. He was going to ask her to stop talking trash when she pushed Michelle. His heart raced as he secured his arms around Michelle's petite frame.âAre you alright?â he asked Michelle after steadying her. âI'm fine. Thank you.â Michelle said as the tears she had been holding back since she found out about her pregnancy came running down her face.âYou girls should be ashamed of yourselves. Falsely accusing someone and trying to hurt her? Do you know what I do to girls like you who bully others?â Alan asked in a menacing voice, a deadly expression the girls had never seen before plastered on his usually calm face. The girls took a few steps back, a wave of fear surrounding them.However, Michelle, wanting to vent her frustration, approache
Knock Knock The faint sound of a knock at the door resonated through Principal Whiteâs office; he looked up and saw Michelle standing outside his door. âCome in,â he said. âGood afternoon, Principal White,â Michelle greeted with a hint of nervousness in her voice. The principal gestured toward the chair positioned in front of his desk, his expression serious yet inviting. âPlease, have a seat, Miss Agrilla,â he replied, his tone firm but tinged with a touch of concern. âThank you,â Michelle said softly, settling into the chair and placing her hands on her lap, trying to maintain her composure as she fidgeted with her fingers. âMiss Agrilla,â Principal White began, his eyes studying her intently, âit has come to my attention that you have developed a troubling habit of dozing off during lectures. As your principal, I felt it necessary to bring you in today to understand what might be causing this issue. And let me be clear: if this continues, I will have to involve your p