The sun was shining through the windows when Michelle opened her eyes. Her lashes fluttered as she tried to adjust to the bright light. A smile crept on her face as she recalled memories from the previous night. Luis made love to her and professed his love for her; he loves her. She tightened her arms around Luis' body⊠but it was softâŠ? Her eyes slowly stretched wide, and her lips parted when she realized she was hugging a pillow. âWhere is he?â she thought, sitting up but groaning in pain. It was painful. She turned to get out of bed but let out a startled scream upon spotting Amanda, Luis' head maid, seated beside the bed with her head resting on the mattress as she slept. âAmanda?â Michelle murmured, gently patting her on the shoulder. Startled, Amanda leaped up and said, âI'm sorry, madam.â She rubbed her eyes and added in an apologetic tone, âI didn't mean to doze off, but I thought you were tired and didn't want to disturb you.â Michelle nodded and said. âI understand. Why
It was a few minutes past midnight when Luis arrived home. The day has been long and tiring. He and some men went to the border town where the ambush happened and got some surveillance footage and witnesses. Some forensic experts checked the car to see if it was tampered with. It was past 5:30 pm when they finally left the location. But on the way back, Luis handed over the investigation to the gang leader and took a detour to the hospital. Even though it hasn't been 24 hours yet, his father's vitals were stable, and he has been transferred to his private ward. Their grandparents arrived and insisted Martina and Clara go home and return the next day. They convinced Lucy and her daughter too. At the parking lot, Luis asked Clara to ride in his car. He finally broke the silence in the car after watching his nervous sister shift uncomfortably in the seat and fidget with her fingers for a while. âWhat happened to you last night?â "Nothing, brother,â Clara answered nervously. She was
Luis got off the bed and went to the bathroom to take a quick shower. He wanted to leave before Michelle woke up. He had told her they would get their marriage certificate for sure today. But he wanted to go and check on a few things before coming to pick her up later. When he returned from the bathroom, he saw Michelle was stirring in her sleep, and he entered the closet to get dressed. However, on stepping out of the closet, he saw she was awake but still lying on the bed. He approached her, sat next to her, and placed a soft kiss on her forehead and asked.âAre you okay?â He could see she was suppressing herself to keep a calm exterior. âWas she in pain?â He thought.âI'm fine, Luis; why are you up and dressed so early? I thought we weren't going to the city hall till 9 am?â She asked with a questioning gaze.âYes, Michelle, but there are a few things that I need to take care of back at the base.ââOh, okay,â Michelle said, sitting up but wincing from the pain that shot through he
After Luis and James left the hospital, they went straight to the base. Their dad had gone to seal a trade deal the night he got ambushed, and Frank, the mafia making the purchase, was to arrive after midnight for the weapons testing. Since all their weapons were handcrafted, there has been a slight delay following his dad's accident. Which is why he was busy. ~~~ 40 minutes later, they arrived at the base. As they entered the dimly lit underground parking lot, Luis saw a figure lying unconscious on the ground at the far end. He got out of the car when it came to a halt and approached the figure. Luis' heart skipped a beat when he saw it was Selena; he rushed toward her and checked her pulse. He heaved a sigh of relief when he saw she was breathing. Selena was Jose's only daughter; he wouldn't want her dead. He carried her in his arms and sent her to the doctor. âBoss,â Daniella, the female doctor at the base, said on seeing Luis. âWhat happened to her?â she asked, leaving the pa
The next morning, Martina woke up from the gentle feel of a hand caressing her face. She opened her eyes and was met with the pair of blue eyes she loved so much.âTrey,â she murmured, sitting up. âOh, my love, you don't know how much I've missed you,â Martina said. Getting up, she leaned in, sealing her husband's lips in a passionate kiss.âDad?â Clara and James' voices sounded simultaneously from the door. âYou're awake!â Clara exclaimed as she dashed towards her dad, followed by James. Martina moved aside to let her kids also enjoy their dad. Clara hugged her dad, tears staining her face. âI miss you so much; I thought you wouldn't wake up, and I was scared.â Trey smiled as he leaned his chin on Clara's hair, caressing her back, and said.âI'm sorry, Pumpkin; I didn't mean to scare you; see, Daddy is fine.â Clara nodded.âDad,â James muttered, and Clara got up, wiping her face.âCome here, son,â Trey said with open arms, and James hugged him. âMy small boy,â Trey added, placing a
âWhat did you find?â Trey asked Luis when they were alone.âIt was Don Rodrigo; it was a revenge attack.â Luis said, and Trey raised an eyebrow.âValerie, your ex.â Luis said purposely to rile his dad up; he was in a good mood, but seeing Lucia changed it. At Luis' words, Trey looked at Luis' face and sighed; he didn't know why one day, out of the blue, Luis started being detached from him 14 years ago. The son he was very close to started avoiding him. He tried talking to him, but Luis only yelled the words,âI hate you!â in his face. Since then, their interactions have been limited to brief exchanges of greetings, a simple nod, or a quick hello, never delving deeper than casual pleasantries. Awakening a sense of distance between them.And when it was time for Luis to take over the family business, he told his dad he didn't want to work in the underworld because he didn't want to be like him, âheartless.âTrey was very hurt, but he didn't argue with his son and continued to handle t
~~ Three days later ~~ Michelle reached for her phone, lying on the stand with a trembling hand. A silent prayer played on repeat in her mind, hope flickering within her chest like a fragile flame, this time wishing to see a missed call notification from Luis, as it was the umpteenth time that day alone she found herself checking her phone. However, disappointment washed over her when she saw yet again that there was no missed call from him. The weight of expectation wore heavily on her heart, and she was growing weary of this fruitless wait. So tired of waiting for her phone to ring, she had silenced it since morning. Since she was expecting Luis' call, every sound she hears ends up making her heart skip a beat, so she turned off the volume and had now resorted to checking her phone intermittently, only to be met with the pain of disappointment each time. âWhy did she always have to put in so much effort? Why did she have to be the one chasing after Luis? If he didn't love her,
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
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