On Trey’s twentieth birthday. His family hosted a banquet to celebrate him. However, Trey felt such an occasion was of little importance and decided not to go. Because all he ever accomplishes on occasions like that is going around from one business partner to the other toasting and drinking, the only reason he doesn’t end up drunk by the close of such events is because of how he trained himself to have alcohol tolerance.
However, when he arrived at the banquet an hour later, he was delighted he did. Standing amidst the guests was the face that had been occupying his thoughts for the past 6 years. Valerie Lynn, his childhood sweetheart. She stood there, looking stunning as ever in a strapless evening gown, as her brunette hair fell down her back, complementing her blue eyes. Trey met Valerie when he and his parents were living in Country B before he came back to Country A. Valerie was six years old back then; he wanted to be friends with her when he saw her being bullied by her aunt and cousin. She ignored him for some time but became friends with him when she saw him being bullied by her cousin Lisa. Their friendship developed into love in high school; one day he didn’t catch sight of Valerie at school, so he went to her house to check up. But he was informed they had moved the previous day. He sent a detective to track Valerie after he became boss, but the detective came with a dead-end report. He never thought she would come back to him on a silver platter. He took quick, long strides towards her, unable to control his emotions. Valerie was astonished to see Trey; he looked like a Greek god, tall and muscular, with broad shoulders, tanned skin, oceanic blue eyes, and long black hair with a matching beard and mustache, wearing a three-piece white suit with a polished black leather shoe. How could one person possess all the traits of a Greek god? She smiles widely, showcasing all her white teeth to Trey. “Trey...” She murmured admiringly. “Valerie…” Trey whispered, out of breath. ”It has been a while; how have you been?” He asked as he reached for Valerie’s hand. "I've been... good." Valerie said as they both stared at each other longingly. Just then the song starts to play, and Trey asks her if she would dance with him. She agreed. Henceforth, the two started to date. Trey is head over heels in love with Valerie; however, whenever he and Valerie want to have sex, he starts to have a severe migraine, causing them to stop midway through. That’s the only reason why he ended up having sex with Lisa. He needed to have sex, and Lisa, just like all the other bitches he has fucked to relieve himself before, was living with him. Even though he felt remorseful when he realized he was too rough with her since it was actually her first. Surprising, right? So he decided not to ever have intimacy with her again. But he kept carving her, obsessing over her, urging him to have constant sex with her. He just couldn’t get enough of her. -/Present Time/- The drive to the old mansion took 40 minutes. Trey got out of the car and headed to the main door to find old Butler Zane. “Welcome home, young master.” He bowed, took Trey’s suit, and opened the door for him. “Thank you,” Trey said, taking the lead. His face was cold and dark, void of any emotion. “The madam is in the dining hall,” Butler Zane reports. Trey nods and heads in that direction. Just then his phone started ringing. He answered through his earpiece. “Speak!” He demanded. “Boss, the madam has fainted,” Brad reports. Brad is one of the personal bodyguards Trey arranged for Lisa’s protection. But Lisa, not aware of his job as a mafia, rejected them. So they watch her from afar. “What happened?” He growled. “Boss, the madam remained kneeling after you left; she fainted when she tried to stand.” “Take her to the fucking hospital.” He said, feeling aggravated with himself for worrying about Lisa. He hates Lisa. But he can't help it; he instinctively worries about her. "Okay, boss,” Brad said as he hung up. Trey went to the dining room to find his mom setting the table. Mrs. Rosa likes doing the housework; she hates being idle, and even though there are many house helpers, she enjoys getting busy. “Mum, I’ve told you to let the maids do this stuff; they are paid to do it.” He complained. Mrs. Rosa smiled upon hearing her son's voice and walked over, hugging him. “I thought you’d forgotten about your mother." Mrs. Rosa asked, pouting her lips. “I did.” Trey jokes. His mom stared at him with amusement and said, “Did the almighty Trey just joke?” “I meant what I said.” Trey now said with a straight face. Mrs. Rosa grinned and asked him to join her for dinner since his dad and grandfather were not around. As they were almost done with the meal, Mrs. Rosa spoke. “When will you introduce us to your wife?” She asked, staring at her son. Trey placed down his cutlery and wiped his mouth with the napkin, placed it down, and replied. “I will when I deem it fit.” With that said, he stood up to leave. Mrs. Rosa knew Trey’s reaction to this topic, so she didn’t pursue the topic again. “Will you be staying for the night?” She asked, changing the topic. “I’m staying for a week,” Trey said bluntly, leaving for his room. Mrs. Rosa stared at his retreating form and sighed. ‘He must have argued with his wife for him to stay in the old mansion for a week,’ she thought. She has been trying to know the kind of woman her son married, but the topic is brushed off by Trey before she can start. There was this one time she visited his house but was not allowed to enter by the bodyguards. She sighed, stood up, and started clearing the table. After she was done, she retired for the night.- The next morning - The old mansion: Trey finished his breakfast and left for work. On the way to the office, his cell phone started ringing; he checked the caller ID to see Valerie’s name, and a tender smile graced his lips. “Valerie, what's wrong?” He asked. “I’ve missed you; I want to see you,” Valerie said in her sweet, gentle voice. Trey smiled and told her he’d come and pick her up in half an hour. He asked his driver to change routes to Valerie’s apartment. After ending the call, he called his private secretary and canceled all his appointments till the afternoon and asked her to book a suite at the LEISUREQ hotel and send him the details. 30 minutes later, his car was parked inside the parking lot of Valerie’s apartment. In a few minutes, she came walking out of the elevator. Trey’s bodyguard opened the car for her. “Thank you,” Valerie said, entering the car. Trey scowled angrily. “What happened?” Valerie asked, noticing Trey’s expression. "Nothing,” he answered
-/Country B/- Three weeks later. After standing on her feet for the last 6 hours operating on a patient with a brain tumor, Lisa walked out of the operating room, feeling exhausted and famished. She disposed of her blood-stained gloves and mask into the red infectious bin, then turned to leave. “You were amazing in there, Dr. Lynn; the surgery was successful.” Susan, her assistant nurse, said coming out of the operating room. "Thanks; you were a good help. But I don’t consider a surgery successful till my patient wakes up.” Lisa said with a smile. “Thank you, Dr. Lynn,” Susan said. “You’re welcome; call me Lisa; Dr. Lynn makes me feel older; I’m only 21,” Lisa said. “I will, Lisa." Susan said, and they both laughed. “Our shift ended 2 hours ago, so I will leave first; see you tomorrow,” Susan added with a wave as she walked away. Lisa waved back with “Sure.” Lisa walked to her private office and showered. When coming out of the bathroom, she suddenly felt dizzy. She suppor
Lisa decided to leave work early to go home and check on her patient, who still hasn’t regained consciousness. She said goodbye to nurse Susan and went down to the lobby to sign out. After signing out, she went to the parking lot for her car and left the hospital. When she arrived at her apartment’s underground parking lot, she noticed 4 black Alligator SUVs. She felt there was something suspicious and strange about it; nonetheless, she put it at the back of her mind and walked towards the lobby. “Good afternoon,” Lisa greeted the elevator attendant the moment she entered the elevator. “Good afternoon, Miss Lynn,” he responded as he pressed the floor number. The elevator closed and started to ascend. As the elevator ascended, Lisa noticed the elevator attendant kept stealing glances at her as if he wanted to say something but was hesitant about it. However, since he was not able to tell her whatever it was, she wouldn’t inquire about it. When the elevator arrived at the fifth floor, s
-/Country A/- Golden Heights Corporation Meanwhile, in an office on the hundredth floor of Golden Heights Corporation, Trey Collins stares blankly at the vast ocean view through the glass wall of his enormous office. With a fierce look on his face, if there’s one thing that riled him, it’s when things don’t go his way. He turns around to face his three highly skilled, efficient detectives, who were able to retrieve a needle when dropped into the vast sea but were standing in front of him, repeating the same bullshit. Baam!! The three men gazed up nervously, then hastily retracted their gazes down, feeling weak in the leg at the sound of a hand slammed on the desk in front of them. “It's been 3 weeks, 3 fucking weeks, and you’re fucking telling me you haven’t found her? Why the hell do I pay you when you can’t even find a single woman’s whereabouts!? Huh!!” Trey asked sternly, his expression darkening into a venomous glare. “You have a week to find out wherever she’s hiding, or
“I want to show you something,” Don Antonio said as he took steady steps towards Lisa, deliberately not to frighten her more than she already was. Considering Lisa’s silence and calm demeanor as an indication to proceed, he started to unbutton his shirt. As he undid the buttons, his eyes remained fixed on Lisa’s face, ready to stop if there was a slight form of uneasiness from her. Since there weren’t any, he opened it to show her his bandaged chest. “Did you do this?” He asked in a gentle tone. “Oh my God!" Lisa uttered as her hand flew to her mouth as realization dawned on her, then she frowned. “It was you; no wonder I thought you looked familiar, you bastard!!” Lisa yelled angrily. Matteo and Timothy, who were standing outside the door, heard Lisa calling the boss a bastard, and they started to feel pity for her for offending the boss. Now there was no way she could escape the boss’s wrath. “You pointed a gun at a person who saved your life!? I knew I should have left you t
“Is she alright?” Don Antonio asked Susan, who had just walked out of Lisa’s room. "Yeah... she has fallen asleep,” Susan muttered. She approached the sofa to sit but became hesitant. She heard that Don has a disorder; he doesn’t like women around him, not to mention touch him, and it got her wondering how he was able to carry Lisa earlier. She remained standing in front of the sofa as she fidgeted with her fingers. Antonio, who was replying to a message on his phone, realized the space beside him was still empty, then looked up at the woman who was standing still with an expression he couldn’t decipher. ‘Why is she standing?' He thought Susan was approaching to sit, but it had been a few minutes now, and he didn’t feel the sofa dip, and since he was busy with his phone, he just remembered she wasn’t seated beside him. He looked up at Susan. “Are you going to stand there forever?” He questioned. “I… um, umm, you’re sick.” She replied, staring down at her feet, still playing
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. *** The moment Don Antonio sat in the back of his car at Lisa’s apartment underground parking lot, all traces of the man from earlier disappeared, being replaced with a stern, fierce-looking man. “Go to the base.” The intensity of his voice causes the temperature inside the car to drop abruptly. Matteo, who was sitting in the passenger’s seat, shivered. As his boss’s personal bodyguard, he has noticed the change in his boss’s aura. “Yes, boss.” Marco, his driver, replied. ~~~ About an hour later, the line of cars stopped in front of a high-end club casino hotel in the central part of country B. Matteo got down and immediately opened the door for his boss. Don Antonio walked with long strides into the building, followed by a few of his men, while the others remained on guard at the entrance with the many bodyguards who were
Back in Lisa’s apartment, Susan, after checking up on Lisa in her bedroom, decided to prepare some food and tidy up the kitchen and living room to beat time since she had nothing to do but sit idly around feeling bored. After about an hour and a half later, Susan was done with cleaning. She proceeded to the kitchen to begin cooking. She started by chopping the vegetables, then blended some onions, garlic, ginger, and tomatoes, then placed the saucepan on the stove and poured some oil. Just when she was about to add the blended onions, garlic, and ginger, the doorbell rang. She turned the knob on the stove off, but since she was in a hurry, she turned the knob downwards instead. She went to the door to check who it was. “Hello, how may I help you?” Susan asked the delivery man standing outside the door, holding a bouquet of white lilies. “Is this Miss Lynn’s apartment?” The delivery guy asked, and Susan nodded. “Okay, please sign here.” The delivery man said, handing the bouque
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. “No! Luis, please, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hit you! Don't do this…!” 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. “Ahh!” 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 someth
“Stop, please stop!” The moment Michelle spoke those words, combined with the obvious trembling of her body, all of Luis' rationality disappeared. ‘Michelle didn't want him to touch her. Did she feel disgusted by his touch?’ Luis' thoughts raced. ‘How? Why? What wrong did he do to her to receive such cold treatment from her? Since he was little, he witnessed his parents' love and affection towards each other, and every time, there was only one face, one girl with captivating big green eyes that he pictured that life with, Michelle. But she never felt the same! Such a ruthless woman! Didn't she have a heart?!’ “What? You don't want me to touch you?! Is it because of your dear husband? Is he better than me?!” Luis growled as he angrily spun Michelle around so she was facing him. She looked at his face with tears in her innocent eyes, a dumbfounded expression on her face as if he had just accused her of the unthinkable. 'Who is she trying to deceive with that look? Him?' Luis smir
Two pairs of piercing eyes stared back at each other; the man's eyes were fierce and dark, while the woman's were moist and reddened. Their stares were so intense, as if they were under a spell and neither of them could look away, as if being pulled in by a powerful magnetic force. Just then, the man's eyebrows curved, and that snapped the woman back to her senses. Like a deer being chased by a leopard, Michelle turned and ran away at an abnormal speed. “Michelle…?” Luis breathed, "Michelle changed her hair color?” he muttered with a dumbfounded expression on his face. Realizing he was letting Michelle get away, Luis cursed throatily as he got to his feet and chased after her. “Fuck, I have to find her!” Feeling flustered, Michelle, who was desperate to get away from Luis, ran to the restroom to hide; however, in her desperation, she ran into the men's room unaware. Luis saw her enter the male washroom and frowned as he began to walk over. “Boss? What happened?” Luis' personal b
“Are you better now? There's somewhere I need to be right this instance; get out,” Octavio said flatly. Clara, shocked by Octavio's words, gasped as she turned to look at his face with a disbelief expression. What hurt her most was how Octavio stared back at her with an expressionless face. Clara's heart shook violently from the pain, and she abruptly got up as if being chased by a group of thugs. She reached for the door with a shaky hand, but it was locked, yet she didn't ask Octavio to open it for her. There was a click, and she tried again; the door opened, and she hurriedly got out, tightly holding his suit around her body protectively. However, Clara's legs gave out under her the moment she stepped out of the car. She was about to fall when two strong hands caught her steady. She looked up and was met with Marco's bloodshot eyes, and more tears began to fall down her face. “Marco, please help me out of…” Clara didn't finish speaking when Marco carried her in his arms. She bu
After the topic regarding the necklace, Octavio took Clara to a 5-star restaurant, and they ate. During the meal, he kept looking at Clara every now and then, making her feel giddy with all sorts of emotions.Clara could feel the butterflies fluttering in her stomach, making her smile shyly as she sneaked glances at Octavio's handsome face.“Is my princess shy?” Octavio asked with a hint of playfulness in his voice. Clara, who was caught, immediately denied shaking her head eagerly, her already tinted cheeks turning more crimson.“No!” Clara stated firmly.“Really, then why do you keep avoiding my gaze?” Octavio asserted.“No, I didn't…!” Clara exclaimed, and due to her nervousness, her voice came out slightly raised.“Hey, princess,” Octavio said, placing a hand on Clara hand on top of the table and squeezing it gently as he muttered in a soothing manner,“Calm down; I understand it if you're uncomfortable. I wait till you're ready to take that step forward. I love you, princess, and
The meeting went on with an intense atmosphere that a knife could slice through as shivers trickled down the spine of everyone seated in the conference room; beads of cold sweat formed on their foreheads as they watched the silent but loud glaring battle that seemed to be ongoing between Luis and Alan, the two greek god-like men in the room, each time their fierce gaze met. ~~~ The meeting ended successfully, and the partnership was formed. The two men had no option but to sign the partnership, as each of their fathers had formed this alliance years ago, but it had always been verbal, and now they had signed it. As Luis watched Alan and his staff walk away, he felt the strong urge to kill; he wanted to vent out the rage he had been holding in since the three hours he laid his eyes on Alan. He wanted to go to the base and use some of the captives as punching bags, but he knew inwardly that wouldn't help, judging by the huge bump in his pants. The moment he saw Alan, all he could thi
~ One month later ~ Alan looked at the hesitant expression on Michelle's face and questioned with his eyes narrowed suspiciously, “Michelle? I would have believed you if you had just told me you didn't want to come to the meeting with me.” He realized her behavior had been strange since the previous day. “What? Alan, how can you say that?” Michelle said with a disbelief expression. However, after three years of living together, Alan could tell Michelle was hiding something. “Michelle?” he said in a firm voice. “Okay, fine, I didn't want to tell you this, but um, your birthday is in a month,” Michelle began as she thought of what to say. “So… I had made some special arrangements with… Ann, Annalisa. Yes, I requested a custom-made suit. She wants me to come with your measurements today,” Michelle explained as she looked at Alan's face from the corner of her eye to see if he was buying her new excuse. “You believe me, right?” she asked, because she herself wasn't sure what she was
Michelle still reported to work even after Alan asked her not to. It was lunchtime, and Mitchell was asleep, so she decided to go and get lunch since she didn't eat breakfast. ~ Twenty minutes later, Michelle returned to her office. But her heart skipped a beat when she didn't find Mitchell in his bed. “Mitchell…?” She muttered in a panicked voice as she turned and headed out. Michelle searched all the small office cubicles on the floor and the studio where a photoshoot was ongoing, but she couldn't find him. Michelle started to panic when she realized she hadn't checked Alan's office. She knew Mitchell couldn't open Alan's office door on his own, but maybe he went there to look for Alan? She thought as she ran toward his office. The moment Michelle turned the corner to Alan's office, a wave of relief washed over her when she saw Mitchell on Alan's lap. She composed herself and approached the door and knocked. Alan and Mitchell turned their heads to the door at the sou
In a mansion located on the outskirts of town, the sound of a crying child filled the dining room, and a man dressed in a three-piece suit held the boy in his arms as he tried to calm the crying child. “Michelle?!” Alan called out. “I’m almost done!” Michelle cried from the kitchen. “Hear that, champion? Your mummy is almost finished with your breakfast…” Mitchell, at Alan’s voice, stopped crying, looking at Alan’s face, but continued to cry the moment Alan stopped talking. “Here, give him to me!” Michelle said, urgency lacing her voice as she placed the purée she had prepared on the table. She sat down and stretched out her hands to Alan. Alan handed Mitchell to her as she started feeding him. “So are you bringing him to work?” Alan asked. “Yes…!” Michelle answered briefly. “But you haven’t done that before?” Alan raised a question at Michelle's answer. “I know, that’s why he’s staying with you,” Michelle clarified, and Alan demanded, “Me?” “Yes, you.” Alan, at Michelle's