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- Country B - As the clock struck a quarter past 8 in the evening, Luis's car pulled up in front of his house. He leaned back in his seat and waited for his bodyguard, Angelo, to open the door for him. As soon as the car door was opened, Luis sprang out of the vehicle without a word of thanks to Angelo. He had been so preoccupied with his work that he forgot to call his sister, which was a routine he had strictly adhered to in the past. He knew his sister would be upset with him for not calling, and he could already imagine her throwing a tantrum and ignoring him for at least a few days. Luis had always made it a point to inform his sister whenever he was coming back from school or if he would be returning home late, but he had failed to do so today due to his busy schedule. When Luis got to the entrance, he was greeted by the butler, who immediately said, "Welcome back, young master." Despite the fact that Luis was a spitting image of his mom, his character and demeanor were ju
This chapter contains scenes of violence, sexual content, and torture. Please skip it if it makes you uncomfortable; it does not contain any major plot. ~~~ Couldn't keep staring at Martina's piercing eyes anymore, the man, with a smirk on his face, taunted Martina in a condescending tone, "Yes, Miss Feisty Pants, what are you going to do? Are you going to make me talk?" His action brought their faces closer to Martina's face, as she was bent over him, trying to get him to spill the beans. The man, however, found the entire farce amusing, to think that they sent a woman over after failing to obtain any information from him. He wondered if they thought that he would be mesmerized by her beauty and tell her everything. Upon hearing his words, Martina smiled and straightened her posture, revealing her dark and alluring voice in a confident manner. "Oh, I will," she replied, locking her gaze with his. "And when I'm done with you, you will beg me to just let you die." Her tone was f
~ Country A - As Trey walked out of Valerie's hospital room, he couldn't shake off the vivid memory of the pair of brown eyes staring back at him as he approached Mr. Lynn. âYour daughter needs you now,â Trey said, hoping to mark out Mr. Lynn's reaction when he referred to Valerie as his daughter. Mr. Lynn, however, was prepared for any attack and responded calmly, âI will. Thank you for being there for my niece. I know I haven't been the best uncle to her, so you being there for her means a lot to me.â 'He was finally acknowledging the fact that he hadn't been the best uncle to Lisa.' Trey thought as he nodded. Although he attempted to hide his increasing worry, he couldn't help the anticipation laced in his voice when he asked, âHow is your daughter doing? Where is she now?â But his expectations were short-lived when Mr. Lynn smiled and replied. âShe is doing fine; she got married a few years back. I don't know if Valerie mentioned it to you.â âWell, that's a first.â Tr
âDon't be; I asked her uncle about her, and for once he didn't lie; he told me sheâs married.â Trey ran his fingers through his hair, causing his perfectly styled hair to become disheveled. His mind wandered back in time as he recalled a memory from six years ago. ~Flashback 6 years ago~ As Trey slid the ring onto Valerie's finger, she gazed at it with admiration and whispered, "I love you," before planting a tender kiss on his lips. She then got up from his lap and took a seat on the sofa in the office, where she watched Trey work, and she continued to admire the ring on her finger. However, her outward display of affection was nothing more than a facade. After about half an hour, Valerie received a phone call that required her immediate attention. She approached Trey, pecked him on the cheek, and made her exit. Trey, engrossed in his work, continued typing on his laptop for another half hour before realizing that he hadnât been on his phone for almost two hours. As he was scr
~Country B~ Martina's face contorted into a deep frown as she read the note in her hand. Her eyes flashed with anger as she asked in a steely voice, "Who is the idiot who dared to kidnap my child just three days after he requested my services?" Lucas, her trusted assistant, spoke up quickly. "We're doing everything we can to track down the young master, but the tracking devices we had placed on him seem to have been deactivated. It's proving to be quite a challenge." Martina's mind was racing with worry and frustration. "And what about Angelo? Where is he? And have you informed Antonio about this?" Lucas nodded. "Yes, boss. I've already called Antonio, and he's on his way. As for Angelo, he was knocked out during the ambush; he has regained consciousness and is also on his way here." Martina's face was contorted with a mix of anger and anxiety as she urgently asked Lucas. "Have you checked up on the people's home? How is my Clara? Were there any situations there?" Lucas shoo
Trey arrived at the Sunset all-in-one luxurious casino just as the clock struck eight in the evening. One of the legal establishments built by the Collins family. The Sunset all-in-one luxurious casino is an architectural masterpiece that boasts of being the largest casino ever built. It stands tall as a high skyscraper, with over 700 regular rooms and 300 suites. The moment you step into the casino, you are greeted with a spacious club and bar that is perfect for socializing with friends or mingling with strangers. As you make your way through the casino, you'll notice an inside mezzanine floor that offers a breathtaking view of the entire establishment. It's where some of the higher-ups sit to enjoy their drinks and watch people dance on the dance floor. Their gaze, fixated and unwavering, swept through the bustling crowd of women in search of a visage that would catch their eye. Their quest was to find a companion for the night, a beauty with whom they could spend a few fleetin
- Treyâs Villa - Trey woke up feeling groggy and disoriented, his head pounding with a severe hangover from last night's excessive drinking. He dragged himself out of bed and stumbled towards his bathroom, hoping a refreshing shower would help ease his throbbing headache. As he undressed and stepped into the shower, the warm water cascaded down his body, tracing a path over the intricate tattoos etched into his sculpted torso and one of his arms. The water droplets glistened against the colorful ink, highlighting every detail and curve, as Trey closed his eyes and let out a deep sigh of relief. After savoring a soothing shower, Trey stepped out of the bathroom and strode over to his spacious walk-in closet. He pulled open a drawer in his cabinet inside the closet, revealing a neatly organized first aid box. Skimming through it, he deftly retrieved a packet of handover medicine and popped one into his mouth. As he savored the quick relief, he replaced the box and turned his atte
Trey's face contorted with conflicting emotions as he struggled to process what the boy had just said. He felt a glimmer of happiness at the child's words, but at the same time, he couldn't shake off the nagging worry that the young boy was away from his family. Despite his inner turmoil, Trey managed to put on a smile and reply to the boy. "Thank you." âYou're welcome. Are you married?â Luis asked, which earned another laugh from Mrs. Cooper. She was delighted to see the child interacting with Trey; her heart was filled with joy and delight. The house had been silent and dull since Lisa's departure, but the child had brought vibrant colors and liveliness to the villa. Trey grinned and replied "Yes, I am." "That's bad," Luis said and asked him a rather odd question. "Is your wife pretty? If not, you can marry my mommy. She is the prettiest woman on earth." Though it was an unusual request, Trey couldn't help but smile widely in responseâit was the first time he had smiled so gen
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