- Country A - In a private apartment’s storeroom, two men could be seen standing in front of a desk in a dimly lit room, their heads bowed to avoid the intense gaze of their lady boss seated opposite them after reporting the outcome of their mission. The storeroom had been renovated into an office on the inside, but on the outside, it was a normal storeroom; one would never believe the kind of meetings and transactions that have been held there if informed. The men had their heads down as they received scolding from their mistress. “Incompetent bastards!!” Valerie shouted, “You couldn't kill a single woman! Why the hell am I wasting money on you?!!” She screamed, slamming her palm on the desk. "Sorry, boss, but when we arrived at the location, we found out the lady had moved out two weeks ago, and we tried to track her, but it’s like she disappeared into thin air.” Morris, the leader among the two, explained. “How is that possible?! I heard my dad ask his colleague in that co
Country B Meanwhile, in Don Antonio's office, he has been busy working on the piles of files lodged on his desk that required his signature. He stared at the small photo frame on his desk—a photo of him and his parents together with little Martina and her parents—a photo that was taken on the day he got engaged to her, the happiest day of his life, a dream come true, but all that changed when she and her family traveled to country A. "Country A!" He growled angrily. After resuming his role as a mafia boss, he investigated the cause of the accident and found out it wasn’t just an accident but murder. And the previous mafia lord, Trey’s grandfather, had an involvement in it; he may have instigated the accident because all the clues point to him, and the only way to have contact with him is through Trey. Antonio's plan was simple: Lisa for Trey and Trey for his grandfather. He initially decided to terminate his plan to use Lisa and her unborn child as pawns to bait Trey into succu
Dr. Grace rolled up Lisa's blouse, exposing her flat tummy. Lisa stared at Susan as they both shared a smile. She was nervous but also anticipating meeting her baby; she heard it was a nice sensation, but maybe because she had pictured herself together with Trey when she became pregnant. She had thought she would be going to her checkups with him, and he would bring her all her cravings during that time, no matter the time; even at midnight, he would bring her whatever she yearned for, but here she was, all alone. Dr. Grace unraveled some tissue paper and tucked it under the elastic band of Lisa's underwear after pulling down her trousers. Dr. Grace reached for the tube of ultrasound gel and shook it. “This will be a little cold, dear,” Dr. Grace notified Lisa. Lisa nodded her head in understanding. Then Dr. Grace squeezed a bit of gel on Lisa's abdomen; she then pressed the probe tool into the gel on Lisa's skin while her eyes stared intently at the screen of the monitor. “Take a
But the person laughing, Lisa could never forget that voice. “Valerie…?” “Yes, cousin,” she said in a taunting voice, “How have you been? It has been a while since I heard from you.” “Valerie, where is Trey? I need to speak to him; can you please pass him the phone?” Valerie made weird faces, twisting her lips as she listened to Lisa speak. Does Lisa think she is stupid? Why would she give the phone to Trey? She wouldn't do that, even if he was in front of her, not to mention he wasn't here. “Ohh, I'm sorry, Lisa, but Trey can't answer the phone right now; he's in the shower,” Valerie said, her voice sounding concerned. “If he is taking a shower? Why are you there?” Lisa asked in a shaking voice. If he was showering and Valerie was with him, it only meant one thing: they were together right now and inside the same room. How could Trey do that to her? “Don't be silly, Lisa, you know Trey divorced you so he could be with me. What do you think I'm doing! with him right now?” She
Back In the restroom inside the city hospital, Lisa was clutching her chest tightly with her hand as tears kept running down her cheeks; her blouse was crumpled due to the excessive squeezing by Lisa and was wet from the continuous tears that kept falling down her face. She was in bottomless despair, and the pain was unbearable. She was regretting leaving Trey; she should have fought a little more. If she had thought the pain she felt back at the hotel when she saw Trey together with Valerie was unbearable, then she was wrong; what she was feeling now was the worst. Knowing that Trey married Valerie was killing her. Lisa kept sobbing loudly, oblivious to the fact that others may be present in the restroom and may hear her. Outside the restroom, Susan had been standing outside the restroom for a long time, but Lisa still hadn't walked out yet, and she was starting to worry as to why she had watched many people get in and out of the restroom, but Lisa hadn't come out. Precisely then, t
“Dad and Mum?” Lisa uttered in surprise. As she stared at the photo in her hand, she began to recall a memory from 15 years ago. She was very little at that time, but since her father had taught her to understand the world, so as little as she was, she understood what was happening at that time. ~~~ “My beautiful Martina, you know Daddy loves you very much, right?” Don Luis asked as he tickled Martina, who was seated on his lap. She could not answer her dad because she was so immersed in the sensation of being tickled; she laughed uncontrollably. She managed to speak to her dad with some difficulties. “I love you too, Daddy,” she said. Just then, her mom strolled into the living room and said, “La miel (honey), she’s going to pee herself if you don’t stop,” Martina called out to her mom to come to her rescue. “Mom, help meeee,” she said through giggles. Her mom walked over to them and then helped to release her daughter from her husband’s clutches. “La Miel, I want to speak to
Three weeks later at Pearl City Hospital. Beep Beep Beep The beeping sounds from the multiple cardiac monitors in the emergency ward could be heard from outside the ward. At the far end of the general emergency ward, the frail body of a child could be seen lying in a hospital bed. Her small face was swollen while her forehead and neck had been bandaged; an IV drip was inserted into the back of her hand, an infusion her body relied on to keep it hydrated, and a pulse oximeter was attached to her thumb to measure her heartbeat and respiratory conditions. “No! It’s been 3 weeks now, but you’re still informing me of the exact excuse,” a man said angrily. His patience was running out; he lost his beloved sister, together with her husband. He was grateful their daughter survived, but since he read on the news three weeks ago about the accident and arrived at the hospital, he had been told the same old story, but now he's out of patience and won't take ‘everything is fine’ for an answ
The instant Lisa's question registered in Susan's mind, her heart skipped a beat, making her buckle, “What?” “No, what I meant to say is, Antonio and I got engaged when we were little,” Lisa explained, giving her the benefit of the doubt. “Yes, Susan, Lisa is the surviving daughter of Don Luis,” Don Antonio said. “Wow, Lisa,” Susan exclaimed excitedly, “it turns out I was right about you.” “What do you mean?” Lisa asked, puzzled. “When I first saw you, I thought you looked familiar, but I didn't know why; now I know why,” she grinned. “Martina, it's me, Susannah, your friend. We both attended grade school; we ate and shared our lunch. We were always together in school.” Lisa smiled and said, “I'm sorry, Susan, I do not remember that, but don’t worry; I’ll try to remember,” Lisa said, and they embraced each other. “Don Antonio, earlier, you said you wanted to talk about something?” Lisa asked. “Yeah, about that,” Antonio sighed and made a gesture with his hand, implying that t
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. “Mother?” 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.“Did you miss me?” Martina asked, and Luis shook his head, seemingly in a trance state as he replied.“No, I mean, yes, so much?” Martina smiled and said,“I miss you more; welcome back, son.” “Thank you
“Ahh, 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 Alan’s familiar face. “My love, you are awake,” 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. “Where is Luis? Didn’t he bring me to the hospital?” 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. “My love, who is he, and why are you so worried about him, instead of your well-being?” Curiosity laced his tone, mingled with an undercurrent of anxiety. Michelle hesitated for a moment, the weight of her feelings pressing down on her. “He is the man I love, the father of my baby.” Her conf
“Michelle!” 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. “Luis…” 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.“Damn it, she’s bleeding,” 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. “Drive faster!” he yelled, urgency gripping his every word as he felt the weight of the moment pressing heavily on him.~♡~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. “My beautiful best friend!” Clara exclaimed, her eyes filled with joy. “Clara? You came? I thought you wouldn't make it." Michelle’s 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. “I couldn’t miss it for the world!” Clara said, her smile radiant. “Seeing 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. “Alan, how dare you! How could you make a decision regarding my life without my consent?!” 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.“Are you alright?” he asked Michelle after steadying her. “I'm fine. Thank you.” Michelle said as the tears she had been holding back since she found out about her pregnancy came running down her face.“You 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?” 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 White’s office; he looked up and saw Michelle standing outside his door. “Come in,” he said. “Good afternoon, Principal White,” 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. “Please, have a seat, Miss Agrilla,” he replied, his tone firm but tinged with a touch of concern. “Thank you,” 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. “Miss Agrilla,” Principal White began, his eyes studying her intently, “it 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