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~ 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
Martina walks through the lobby of the hotel, her long and graceful stride commanding attention. The clicking sound of her white high heels with black polka dots echoes throughout the open space, catching the ears of the receptionist, other employees, and guests who have gathered in the hotel's restaurant at the far end of the lobby. Martina walked up to the front desk of the luxurious hotel with a charming smile on her face and politely informed the receptionist, "I have a room reserved here under the name of Miss Castillo." The receptionist's eyes widened at the mention of the reservation. She was clearly surprised and somewhat flustered as she stammered, "The... the... penthouse suite was reserved by you?" Lucas stepped forward to handle the situation. He spoke in a calm and professional tone, "Miss, please be professional and assist us in reaching our suite. My boss and her daughter are exhausted and require rest." Lucas was aware that his boss always drew attention wherever
- Leisureq Hotel - At the hotel, Fausto was seated at the restaurant, his focused gaze fixed on the lobby; he was watching for any sign of Martina, so he could approach her. ~~~ After sleeping for almost 5 hours from jet lag, Martina emerged from her luxurious bedroom. However, her mood and mind were heavy with the weight of her son's abduction, and she needed an escape; it was suffocating, and she needed to step out to shake off the oppressive feeling. She dressed herself in a cream, long-sleeved satin blouse that draped elegantly over her shoulders, paired with loose blue jeans trousers that had rips at the front. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun, with loose locks framing her face, giving her a relaxed yet sophisticated look. She adorned herself with a golden necklace that gracefully rested on her chest, a matching bracelet and earrings, and black heels that accentuated her beautiful legs. âIs Clara still asleep?â Martina asked the nanny seated in the living room, âYe
âJade!â âMom!â Trey and Luis exclaimed simultaneously as Trey caught her in his arms protectively. He looked at her feet and frowned; seeing how bloodstained they looked, he immediately scooped her into his arms. âWhat happened to your feet?â he asked angrily, seeing she was hurt to such an extent but didn't get it treated. âPut me down; I can walk on my own,â Martina argued, hitting him on the chest. âShut up!â Trey scolded, his jaws clenched as he walked toward a private ward with Martina in his hands. He didn't understand why Martina was acting like that. He was the one who was supposed to be angry at her for her reckless behavior tonight. But here she was, making him a scapegoat. ~~ Trey gently laid Martina on the bed the moment they entered the private ward, and the nurse stepped forward to check her. âYou can go now; Lucia needs someone with her when she's wheeled out of the emergencyâŠâ Martina didn't land when Trey cut her off.. âWhat? Lucia? What happened to Lucia?â Tre
This chapter is rated 18+; blood and killing scenes ahead. Skip if uncomfortable. ~~~ Martina ran out of the warehouse in time to see the taillights of a car disappearing in the distance; she began running after the car barefooted. About fifteen minutes later, Martina saw the car stopped in the distance, and from the cold breeze, she realized they were at the seaside. âThey were planning to dispose of Lucia's body in the ocean.â Martina was out of breath, and her feet hurt from the debris and glass shards that had pierced them, but she refused to stop running, since any delay on her side, and those scumbags will dispose of Lucia's body. When Martina arrived at the sea cliff, the two boys had Lucia lying on a net with bricks around her as they planned to wrap her up and toss her into the sea. Fueled by an indescribable surge of anger, Martina didn't know when she swiftly reached for a brick and smashed it hard against one of the boys' heads. âWhat the hell!â the other boy exclai
It was a few minutes past 11 pm when Martina arrived at the underground parking lot. Her personal bodyguard, Carlos, opened the car door for her when he saw her approaching, but Martina spoke, stopping him.âCarlos, you and the men should leave first; I will take the other car. I need some time alone.â Carlos hesitated but said anyway,âBut madam, the boss would be very angry.ââThat's his business!â Martina snapped, her emotions overwhelming her. She looked at Carlos' face and warned, âI don't need any of you secretly following me; I trust you don't want to see me provoked?âMartina asked with a curved eyebrow. Carlos nodded, and she turned, walking to the driver's side of the car, and the chauffeur respectfully stepped out. In a few seconds the car drove out of the parking lot at full speed.âDamn it!â Martina cursed as she smacked the steering wheel angrily. Tears fell down her face as she turned onto a secluded road. Her phone began to ring then, and she knew it was her husband,
Clara looked at Octavio's face with teary eyes as he spoke. She recalled everything that happened three weeks ago, and her heart still hurts. He really hurt her, but he just told her he regretted it and he loved her, and after hearing his explanation, Clara wanted to forgive him, because there was no denying it. She loved him. She had fallen madly in love with Octavio without realizing it. But what if he hurts her again? Her poor heart can't take another heartbreak. Clara slowly pulled her hands out of Octavio's hands at the thought and said, âI'm sorry, Octavio. But I can't forgive you after everything you did to me. I'm just not heartless. I couldn't let you stay outside in the cold air all drenched up.â Clara looked at his face with a forced smile. âI will get you something to put on from my friend. You have to leave.â Clara said, turning and walking past him, but he grabbed her wrist. âLet go,â Clara said, her eyes fierce as she tried to yank her hand from him, but h
Three weeks later.New York.âClarissa!!â Octavio, who was holding a bouquet of red roses embedded with chocolate and a small silver bag, yelled from outside Clara's apartment once again. âClarissa, I'm sorry!!â he continued to yell. Marco's eyes, which were stabbing daggers, were fixated on the bastard, and he wished for once he could make a decision on Clara's behalf by killing Octavio once and for all.For the past two weeks, Octavio had become a stalker, stalking Clara everywhere she goes. Apologizing to her every day with different flowers. From different colors of roses, different colors of lilies, lilac, and red carnations.He would appear out of the blue during her photoshoots, at a restaurant she was dining at with a few endorsers, standing outside her apartment all night and outside her company all day. He was always outside Clara's apartment whenever she left home for the company, but he arrived at the company before her.The first time Clara saw him riding his motorbike
âBut Alan is not your real name?â Michelle questioned him, as a glint of disappointment flashed across her face. âYes, but I didn't marry you as Alan Moore but as Craig Jacobs,â Alan answered, and Michelle's face twisted into confusion. But she's always addressed as Mrs. Moore wherever they go. âWhat? ButâŠâ Michelle was rendered speechless. âBut what? Michelle. Did you take a look at our marriage certificate after you signed it? I thought I would explain things to you back then after you noticed there was a different name on the certificate. But you didn't even notice,â Alan said with a heartbroken expression. His bloodshot eyes fixated on Michelle's face. His heart ached from the pain of knowing the person he loves never held him dear. âAlan, I'm very sorry. But I⊠you forget it. Tell me why you changed your name. I want to know about you.â Michelle said, taking Alan's hand and squeezing it softly. She knew she was hurting Alan. Her selfishness caused all this mess, but in the
In New York.Clara woke up at the sound of a knock on her door. âWho is it?ââIt's me, Barbie doll,â Drake answered from the other side of the door. Clara looked at the time, and it was a few minutes past midnight. She sat up with her knees bent as she held the sheets to her chest.âCome in, Drake,â she drawled. The door opened, and Drake stepped in, taking hurried steps toward Clara. He sat on the bed and pulled her into a warm hug. Tears instantly fell out of Clara's eyes; she suddenly missed her mum dearly.âI want to go home,â Clara sobbed, hugging Drake tightly. She left home three years ago because of Octavio, and now he is the reason why she wants to return home. Yet she still can't bring herself to hate him.How pathetic is she?âI'm sorry, Barbie doll. But you know you can't breach the contract. You have a yearâââI can, Drake. My dad would pay any penalty. I just want to go home; I'm not happy here. I thought Octavio's arrival was what I needed to make my stay here worthwh
Alan was surprised when he received notification of Michelle's purchase at the mall. He had never expected Michelle to ever use the card, since he gave it to her long ago, but she never used it. He was on his way to a meeting when he got the notification, but after seeing it, he was filled with the urge to see Michelle. She didn't look well in the morning, and he wanted to see how she was doing. Alan turned to his assistant Jason, and said, âPostpone the meeting, and cancel all my appointments today.â âYes sir,â Jason replied respectfully. Alan turned and left without another word. The moment Alan sat in his car, he called one of Mitchell's nannies. âI'm heading to the mall now, bring Mitchell over.â âSir, we are already at the mall.â âOkay.â Alan hung up. He planned to take Michelle and Mitchell to dinner after she finished shopping. ~~ Thirty minutes later, the car Alan was riding in was arriving at the mall, when he received news about Michelle's disappearance. His heart
Luis' brown eyes darkened the moment they fixed on the flimsy red lacy panties Michelle was wearing. His body tightened with desire. She's wearing it for a man but not for him. âNo! Luis, please, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hit you! Don't do thisâŠ!â Michelle cried, struggling to break free, but Luis firmly held her down, with her hands on her back. She felt a tug, and she didn't need to be told her panties had been ripped off. Tears fell down Michelle's face as she stopped struggling. There was no point in struggling when Luis was intent on having his way. Luis was buckling his belt but stopped when Michelle stopped struggling. Conflicting thoughts raced through his mind as he tried to understand why Michelle stopped fighting him. But as usual, all his thoughts were condemning. One with Michelle thinking less of him. âAhh!â Michelle cried when Luis thrust two fingers into her without warning. More tears fell down Michelle's face, but this time, it wasn't sad tears. It was so