Martina appeared unfazed by the words spoken about her as she gracefully made her way towards the entrance of the hospital. Everywhere she went, people gathered around her, admiring her beauty and poise. Over the past few years, Martina had become accustomed to this attention. As she entered the lobby of the hospital, all eyes were upon her once again, and the room fell silent in awe of her presence. Antonio approached her with joy in his eyes, "Martina, you're finally here!" he exclaimed. In response, Martina raised an eyebrow and smiled sarcastically, "Did someone finally remember me?" Antonio chuckled and shook his head in amazement. "You know how it is with your friend when she's pregnant, and now with little Michelle, who is also quite a handful. She keeps asking me when she can meet your son Luis. I think our friendship might soon become official since my daughter is in love with your son," he explained, and they both chuckled. “I think that would be great,” Martina sai
- Country A - As the sun rises over the city of light, Trey, the handsome and powerful CEO and ruthless mafia king, wakes up to another busy day. He quickly gets dressed and heads out the door, eager to take on the challenges that await him. ~ Golden Heights Corporation - As the clock ticks closer to 9 am, Lucy sits at her desk, anxiously waiting for the arrival of her boss. She knows that he's always in a rush and easily agitated, so she wants to make sure everything is in order when he arrives. She has a fresh cup of coffee and a stack of important documents ready for him. She checks the time again and hears footsteps approaching. Her boss and his imposing bodyguard walk past her office without so much as a glance. Lucy quickly gathers the coffee and documents and follows them down the hall. She knows that her boss can be prickly and easily annoyed by even the smallest of things, so she wants to make sure she has everything he'll need for the day before he even has a chance to
- Pearl City Hospital - Trey's impatience was palpable as he flung open the car door before his bodyguards could open the door for him. He had a fierce look etched on his face as he walked into the hospital, leaving his bodyguards behind. They had to speed-walk to catch up to their boss, who was on a rampage. The sound of his footsteps echoed through the hospital corridor. Trey made his way to the reception desk to inquire about Valerie; his damn secretary had only told him about her being submitted to the hospital. When he reached the desk, his eyes locked with the only receptionist available, and he blurted out his inquiry about Valerie's whereabouts. “Excuse me, may I know the room number of Miss Valerie Lynn?" Trey asked the nurse at the reception, However, as he spoke, the nurse's eyes widened in shock and awe at the sight of the distinguished man standing before her. The nurse was so mesmerized by Trey's presence that she didn't even hear a word of what he said. Trey, on the
-Lynn Construction Company Limited- Maxwell Lynn, a 56-year-old highly accomplished business tycoon with over three decades of experience in the construction industry, has a net worth of 2.5 billion dollars in his account. He is a well-known figure in country A. His visionary leadership and exceptional construction skills have been instrumental in the successful completion of numerous high-profile projects, including hotels, resorts, malls, companies, dams, and many others. He was seated behind his black oak desk and typing on the computer with a focused gaze. Despite his old age, he is always concentrated on his work as he has a lot of pending contracts to handle. He works tirelessly to make millions of dollars every day because he has a wife and daughter who enjoy the finer things in life but don't know the kind of struggles he undergoes to earn money so that they can buy those fancy dresses, cars, bags, and jewelry. So to keep up with their lifestyle, he pushes himself to w
In the luxurious living room of the Lynn mansion, Mr. Maxwell's face was contorted with anger as he scolded his daughter, Valerie, who stood silently beside her mother, who was seated on the sofa. Mr. Maxwell paced back and forth, his voice rising with each passing second. “Upon everything I did so you could have a better life, you threatened me with your life?!” He asked; he was livid that Valerie had threatened him with her life, despite everything he had done to provide her with a better life. Valerie's eyes rolled involuntarily as she listened to her father's words. She thought he was being too dramatic and overreacting to the situation; she stood with her arms folded across her chest, a look of nonchalance on her face as she said firmly, "Dad, if I had asked for your help earlier, I know you wouldn't have helped me," she said with a hint of frustration in her voice. “I needed you to agree with me and not lecture me like always.” Valerie let out a small, exasperated sigh and c
Mrs. Lynn has always considered herself a part of the elite society in country A, but when she saw the powerful and fierce personality in country A, He was so powerful that even the president of the country bent to him, the one and only Trey Collins, approaching her with a dark aura, questioning her in an intense voice; it left her feeling extremely frightened, as though her life was in danger. It was as if she, a person of meager means, had suddenly come face to face with someone of great wealth and power for the very first time. "Pa... pardon?" Mrs. Lynn stuttered as she heard Trey's cold voice, feeling the chill run down her spine. She tried to speak up, but her voice came out shaky and weak. Trey, who was now a few feet away from her, turned to his two bodyguards and commanded with authority, "Drag that woman away from here!" His eyes were filled with anger and resentment towards Mrs. Lynn; how dare she show her face here after everything she did to his woman? As Trey displ
The room was quiet, with the only sound being the soft beeps of the medical equipment. Upon entering the room, Trey's keen senses immediately detected a faint, delicate fragrance of makeup lingering in the air. His eyes fell on Valerie's body, which was looking fragile lying on the hospital bed. He saw her pale face and the drastic weight loss that had taken over her. He couldn't help but wonder if she could have caused such a drastic change in her own health and well-being or if she was indeed sick; he didn't know what to think of her anymore. The sight of her lying there like that filled him with a sense of… What would be the right word? He turned to Mr. Lynn, who had closed the door and was now standing beside him, "Tell me what exactly is wrong with her." Trey asked, his voice betraying no uneasiness, as his eyes fixed on Mr. Lynn, waiting for an answer to his question. Mr. Lynn paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts before he could respond. However, before he could say
“You were busy.” "There has to be a solution. In this day and age, with all the advanced medical technology available, there must be a way to cure you. We must explore every possible option, even if it means utilizing cutting-edge medical equipment or seeking out unconventional treatments." Trey said. Mr. Lynn watched as Trey and Valerie spoke, and he experienced a feeling of contentment; Valerie's carefully crafted scheme was coming together. His desire now was for Trey to never regain his memories, ensuring that Trey would forever perceive Valerie as his beloved childhood sweetheart. This way, his hidden truth would remain concealed, sparing his family from Trey's potential anger. Lucy, who wasn't aware of Valerie's scheming plans and had seen this side of her boss the many times Valerie came to visit the company, wasn't surprised but envious of Valerie. She had feelings towards her boss and couldn't help but feel jealous at how her boss was treating Valerie; she had originally
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