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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
Inside the kitchen, Mrs. Cooper called for a maid to keep an eye on the simmering food, so she could go and tend to Luis. She led him back to his room, hoping he would drift off to sleep once more. The little guy had waited till it was midnight to see Trey, so he went to sleep late. As she left the kitchen, she made a mental note to share her discovery with Trey after putting Luis to sleep. However, when Mrs. Cooper and Luis entered the room, Trey walked out of his room immaculately dressed in a three-piece suit. The opened button on his chest revealed a series of intricate tattoos that contrasted perfectly with his attire. Trey promptly left the room and descended the stairs, where he saw Diego walking in with a confused expression on his face. On noticing Diego's expression, he inquired, "What's with the face?" Diego expressed his observation, "I thought I saw Lisa getting into a car at the gate," to which Trey replied, "Yes, it was her." Diego's eyes widened as he aske
Martina was about to leave the car when Lucas interrupted her. "Yesterday, after you left, I discovered that we have been hacked," he said. "Moreover, I replied to some emails on your behalf. You'll have to go to the hospital at 2 in the afternoon. The faster you work, the earlier the young master will be returned." Martina nodded and inquired, "What have you done about the hacking situation?" Martina asked, even though she had a growing sense of suspicion towards Lucas; she tried her best to remain composed. If it was indeed him from before, she didn't want to give him any reason to be wary of her until she could uncover the truth. Despite her inner turmoil, she maintained a calm and collected demeanor, hoping to keep her suspicions at bay and avoid giving anything away. Because after all, Lucas is very good to her; she might be mistaken for all she knows. Lucas replied, "I asked Angelo to find a new place for us, and he found an apartment. We'll be moving there soon. Since the
- At the base - Trey was reviewing the footage of the interaction between Fausto and the server from the club when he suddenly hit his fist on the desk in frustration. "Damn, I can't believe I forgot about him! I actually saw him following her inside the club. And to think he had sinister thoughts about what belongs to me?" he exclaimed. Trey was visibly upset as he realized the extent of Fausto's intentions towards Martina. “Take some men to go and bring me that bastard. I've been too lenient with him.” Simon acknowledged his boss's orders with a "Yes, boss," and Trey continued to watch the footage, deep in thought about how to handle the situation. Diego's voice interrupted his deep thoughts, pulling him back to reality. "Trey, it's past 1 pm. Don't you think it would be better if you were there?" he asked. Trey furrowed his brows and responded in a cold tone, "I don't want to be anywhere near that scheming woman. Now that Lisa is back, I won't give Lisa a reason to doubt
My dearest readers, I want to apologize for my absence over the past three days. I was babysitting three kids who were lovely but also quite troublesome. They literally cried together, which made it difficult for me to focus on my writing. I was physically and emotionally drained and couldn't think straight, and when I had free time. I would often fall asleep while trying to write a few lines. I want to give a shout-out to all the moms out there who are doing an amazing job. You deserve all the love and appreciation in the world. I am now fully recovered and will be updating my story twice a day starting tomorrow at 4 pm GMT. I also created a TikTok account and posted some AI-generated pictures of Trey and Lisa to create a video. If you're interested, you can check it out at AuthorFireworks. Thank you for your patience and understanding. ❤️ Fireworks 💥
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