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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
As Martina sat at her table, sipping her wine and enjoying the noisy but calming atmosphere, a female server approached her with a glass of a pink-looking drink. The server, with a warm smile on her face, said, âThis is for you, madam,â and extended the glass towards Martina. Martina looked at the drink with a questioning gaze, wondering who could have sent her a drink. The server, noticing her expression, quickly added, âThe gentleman over there asked me to bring it to you.â Martina felt a mix of curiosity and apprehension as she looked toward the direction the server had pointed. However, she politely declined the drink, saying, âOh, tell him I say thanks, but I can't have it.â Before the server could leave, Martina asked her where the washroom was. The server, with a warm smile, replied, âStraight down on your left.â Martina nodded and then said, âCan you stay and watch my stuff?â to which the server replied, âYes, ma'am.â Martina smiled, feeling relieved that her belon
Trey's voice was filled with concern as he spoke to Martina. "Lisa? Open your eyes. Why do you come to such places when you don't know how to take care of yourself?" He asked, noticing her eyelids moving. "I will kill him; I will fucking kill that bastard who dares to drug what's mine!" His anger was palpable. Weakly, Martina asked, "You didn't ask the server to drug me?" Trey shook his head in disbelief. "Why would I do that?" he asked, clearly hurt that she would even consider the possibility. Martina paused before saying, "Because you have been following me all night." Trey was taken aback. "You saw me?" he asked. "Yes," Martina responded. "But I wasn't ready to meet you. Wasn't it you who asked the server to bring me the drink?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Trey's response was immediate and forceful. âNo. Can you recognize her if you see her? I didn't take note of her because I didn't know she had ill intentions." As the gravity of the situation set in
As Trey's car approached the villa, the drug began coursing through Martina's veins. Its effects were almost immediate, causing her body temperature to rise and her skin to flush a deep shade of red. The warmth was both comforting and unsettling, as if her body was a furnace burning hotter by the second. âDrive faster!â Trey growled, worried about what might happen to Martina if not attended to immediately. Shortly, the car pulled up to the front yard of Treyâs Villa. He wasted no time in stepping out without waiting for his men to open the door for him, cradling Martina in his arms. He strode confidently into the house. His men, standing at the entrance, opened the door for him as he got there. âTrey⊠I'm very hot,â Martina said, trying to rip her dress. She was in pain from the heat she was feeling inside. Trey, who couldn't bear the thought of Martina exposing her body in front of his men, coaxed. âNo, don't. We are almost there,â Trey said, taking long strides toward the bedroo
As Trey and Martina went about their business inside the bedroom, Lucas found himself seated in a car parked a block away from Trey's villa. Earlier, upon Martina's departure from the hotel, he had attempted to check if Trey had reached out to them. However, his hopes were dashed when he discovered that their location had been hacked. Frustrated and anxious, he made his way to the parking lot and got into his car with the intention of finding Martina. He reached for his phone and dialed Angelo, asking for Martina's whereabouts. Angelo informed him and also told him that Martina had instructed him to leave her alone at the club. Grateful for the information, Lucas conveyed his thanks and set out to the club location determined to track down Martina and inform her of the situation. As Lucas pulled into the parking lot, his eyes scanned the area and landed on five intimidating bodyguards standing beside three identical cars. He recognized them instantly as Trey's men, and his heart
Trey's hands lunged forward and seized Martina's arms with a firm grip, his fingers digging into her skin as he struggled to contain his emotions. Hurt by her accusations, he spoke in a voice that trembled with pain and disbelief. âI would never, never drug a woman to be with her, especially you, the one I treasure. What I did with you last night was the only way to ease your pain. I've seen women who were drugged with that drug die from extreme arousal if they don't have hours of sex. I thought I could cool you down, but you were freezing. I had to do what was needed to relieve your pain.â Tears that had filled Martina's eyes as she listened to Trey began to fall down her face, and she asked in a teary voice, âThank you. Are you happy now?â Trey's eyes widened in astonishment as he watched Martina's expression change. She had misunderstood him, and he could see the hurt in her eyes as she shed tears. He quickly tried to explain himself while searching her eyes for any sign of unders
As Lucas approached the villa, he noticed the gate slowly opening. He parked his car in front of the gate and stepped out. Walking to the other side, he opened the door for Martina, who seemed a bit uneasy. Upon closer inspection, he noticed finger marks on her arms, bite marks, and hickeys on her neck, which made him frown. Nevertheless, he remained composed and helped Martina into the car, resting his hand on her back. Martina smiled at him, thanking him for his help. Unbeknownst to them, on the second floor of Trey's villa, Trey stood by his bedroom window holding a pair of binoculars, spying on Martina and Lucas. He had been watching Martina and Lucas at the gate, seething with rage at the sight of Lucas placing his hand on Martina's back. Trey's anger grew as he continued to watch them. He clenched his fists in frustration, his mind racing with thoughts of betrayal and revenge that Lucas should watch out for. Trey had been struggling to come to terms with his feelings for M
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