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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. “Is Clara still asleep?” Martina asked the nanny seated in the living room, “Ye
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, “This is for you, madam,” 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, “The gentleman over there asked me to bring it to you.” 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, “Oh, tell him I say thanks, but I can't have it.” Before the server could leave, Martina asked her where the washroom was. The server, with a warm smile, replied, “Straight down on your left.” Martina nodded and then said, “Can you stay and watch my stuff?” to which the server replied, “Yes, ma'am.” 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. “No. 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. “Drive faster!” Trey growled, worried about what might happen to Martina if not attended to immediately. Shortly, the car pulled up to the front yard of Trey’s 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. “Trey… I'm very hot,” 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. “No, don't. We are almost there,” 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. “I 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.” 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, “Thank you. Are you happy now?” 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
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