- 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 dismissively, making a mental note to teach that bodyguard a lesson for smiling and admiring his girlfriend. The car stops at the Leisureq hotel underground parking lot within 30 minutes later. Leisureq Hotel is one of the many hotels owned by Trey. But he decided on a regular suite today to avoid news spreading of him taking a mistress to his penthouse. Yeah, as much as it angered him, he couldn’t deny the fact that his grandfather, parents, and everyone in Pearl City knew of his marriage. Trey helps Valerie out, and they walk into the hotel through the private door into the lobby. As they were halfway to the elevator, Valerie tripped. Trey quickly caught her, and with a hand around her waist, he helped her to the elevator as they both smiled at each other. When the elevator door closed, he immediately carried Valerie in a bridal style. On reaching their suite, he headed straight to the bedroom and sat her on the bed. It had been a week since they last saw each other; he was dying to taste her lips. But he has to attend to her sprained ankle first. He stood up to go and get an ointment to apply to her ankle after he massaged it, but Valerie held onto his hand, stopping him. “I want you, Trey. I want you to make love to me, please. We’ve been dating for 4 years now. Why won’t you make love to me? Don't you love me?” Valerie asked with despair visible in her eyes. Trey watched as Valerie kept biting her lower lip; he had to stop himself from reaching out to pull her lip out of her teeth. “I love you very much, Valerie.” He lowered his head to her, then took her lips in his as they shared a passionate kiss. He pushed her gently onto the bed. “I need you, Valerie.” He murmured into her mouth as his hand cupped her breast, kneading it, while his other hand caressed her hips, moving down towards her thigh, but halted abruptly when he heard Lisa’s frail voice. He hurriedly sat up. ‘What the fuck was she doing here? He didn’t want her to know he was still with Valerie yet. He wanted to divorce her before coming to light about their relationship.’ Everything unfolds so quickly that Lisa slaps him, which he weirdly finds amusing. But then she laid her hand on Valerie; even though he had promised Valerie to never hurt her cousin when they were little, he couldn’t watch Lisa hurt his love again; he didn’t mind when she slapped him, but Valerie, he couldn’t just let it slide; before he knew it, he slapped her out of reflex. But this foolish and breathtaking woman just wouldn’t stop and slapped his woman once again. He has to teach her not to mess with him. So he ended up pushing her aside, and his heart painfully ached; both times he laid his hand on Lisa but feigned nonchalance. When he could no longer stand the intense pang her tears were causing his heart, he decided to leave, or he would go crazy. So he walked away with Valerie. He took Valerie back to her apartment and apologized to her about what happened with Lisa. “Don’t worry about what happened; I’ve already given her the divorce papers to sign. Soon I will be waking up to your beautiful face every morning.” He said and kissed her passionately. “I love you,” Valerie sweetly said. “I love you..." Trey replied; she smiled and got out of the car, walking towards the elevator. She turned and waved at Trey sweetly. Trey smiled back at her, then turned ahead and straightened up in the seat, fitting his suit. “To the office,” Trey said, his tone back to its usual coldness. “Yes, sir.” -/GOLDEN HEIGHTS CORPORATION/- Trey stared at his laptop as his secretary, Lucy, explained the presentation for a project to him. But the sound of his phone ringing interrupted him. “Break for lunch,” he said, dismissing her. “Thank you, sir,” Lucy said, walking out of the office. “Nathan? What do you want?” He said the moment he connected the call. “I don’t only call you when I need help, dude.” Nathan chuckled. “Okay, so why did you call?” Trey questioned. “Let's have lunch; I already invited Kelvin,” Nathan said. "Okay. Let's meet at the Trixmax in 15 minutes then.” Trey said, hanging up the call. Trixmax is his favorite restaurant; their menu has the best foods. He used to take Lisa but stopped when he and Valerie made up. He arrived at the restaurant 15 minutes later. He instructed his men to stand back and went in. Trey is a fierce man who can take down 20 men at a time; he doesn’t need his bodyguards following him wherever he goes, but his grandfather declined his decision. “You don’t know when an enemy will attack.” He’ll say. Trey joined his friends at their table. They ordered, and the food and wine were delivered. They ate and talked about business strategies, stock prices, investments, and projects they should invest in. Just then he heard, “Lisa...?” His friend Nathan called. He paused and listened, in case his earring was wrong. “Nathan...” He heard her voice speak; she’s indeed here. Trey smiled, stunned by his own emotions. But his mood changed when he heard her say. “If I knew it was you guys, I would not have approached.” ‘That phrase. How dare she say that?’ he thought angrily. Lisa belongs to him, so long as he’s still her husband. He stared at her angrily. He retained his anger and focused on their conversation. But when Lisa said, “There are situations she would rather avoid,” and she was glad to see Kelvin and Nathan but not him!? He knew her words were meant for him, and yes, it did hurt him. So he retorted back to make her know just how her words hurt him. Even though she was looking awesomely tempting right now. “You have 5 days left to sign the papers and...” “I’ve already signed it, and I marked out the alimony. I don’t need your money, Trey. I married you not because of your money,” she sighed. “I married you because I love you.” “I don’t love you, Lisa." He said it to spite her, but her immediate answer made his heart skip a beat. “Same here; I used to love you, but I don’t anymore; all I feel for you is pure hatred, nothing else.” When she said that with her tiny mouth, it took every fiber in Trey to not stand up and carry her home and fuck her till she could not walk the next morning. ‘What the heck is wrong with him? Is he regretting letting her go? He hates Lisa. It’s Valerie he loves. He should be happy; he's finally rid himself of Lisa.’ He thought. “Trey… Does that mean you guys are divorced? She already signed it?” Kelvin asked. “And you were a witness,” Trey answered sarcastically. His heart was on the verge of bursting out of his chest. “Dude, Why didn’t you talk to us about it? You sure you want to let her go? Lisa is a one in a million; if you lose her, it would be hard to find someone like her.” Nathan adviced “Yeah, you better think twice before letting go of such a woman, like Lisa,” Kelvin added. Already, Trey was contemplating whether to run after Lisa or let her go. “Fuck!” He cursed hoarsely as realization dawned on him. As much as he hated Lisa, his body always had a strong reaction to her; he could make love with her, unlike Valerie, and even though he always denied it, he always enjoyed every fucking moment, a strange nostalgia he found weird. Letting Lisa go would mean him going back to his old ways, one he quit when he had intimacy with Lisa. But listening to his confidants now, he was sure he wants Lisa in his life; fuck all revenge. He quickly stood up and ran out of the restaurant. His bodyguards at the door, upon noticing their boss, became alert. "Boss,” they said in unison, staring at their boss in confusion. “Where is she?!” He growled, looking around the parking lot. “Where’s Lisa!!?” “Sir? Madam left a few minutes ago. She also left home early at dawn with her bags for her old apartment.” Brad explained. “Why didn’t you fucking stop her!!?” Trey barked. “Sir...? You... asked her to leave,” Brad said, dumbfounded by his boss's question. Trey passes his hand roughly through his hair and instructed. “Go bring her back home, and do it right this instant!” Trey roared in a domineering tone, making Brad and his colleagues shiver. After that, he strode to his car, entered the driver’s seat, and sped off, ignoring the calls of his friends, driver, and bodyguards.-/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
When Don Antonio stepped out of the elevator on the fourth floor, he saw his consigliere already seated inside his office. He smirked. “Welcome back,” his consigliere said, spreading out his arms wide to welcome Antonio with a hug. They embraced each other as Lucas said, “I thought we’d lost you, man.” He patted Antonio on the back as they broke the hug. Antonio walked to the other side of the desk, taking a seat on his black high-back swivel chair. “I have to meet this woman who saved your life. We're in debt to her. I really can’t explain how delighted I was when you called me to send some men over and a change of clothes. I wanted to come personally, but we had a situation in the cells,” Lucas said. Don Antonio leaned back against his seat, looking as if he were deep in thought. “Were they Fausto’s men?” Antonio asked. “They’ve refused to speak,” Lucas said, taking a deep breath. Antonio nodded. “What about the information I asked you to get?” Lucas nodded, taking a seat on
“Jade!” “Mom!” 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. “What happened to your feet?” he asked angrily, seeing she was hurt to such an extent but didn't get it treated. “Put me down; I can walk on my own,” Martina argued, hitting him on the chest. “Shut up!” 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. “You can go now; Lucia needs someone with her when she's wheeled out of the emergency…” Martina didn't land when Trey cut her off.. “What? Lucia? What happened to Lucia?” 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. ‘They were planning to dispose of Lucia's body in the ocean.’ 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. “What the hell!” 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.“Carlos, you and the men should leave first; I will take the other car. I need some time alone.” Carlos hesitated but said anyway,“But madam, the boss would be very angry.”“That's his business!” Martina snapped, her emotions overwhelming her. She looked at Carlos' face and warned, “I don't need any of you secretly following me; I trust you don't want to see me provoked?”Martina 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.“Damn it!” 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, “I'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.” Clara looked at his face with a forced smile. “I will get you something to put on from my friend. You have to leave.” Clara said, turning and walking past him, but he grabbed her wrist. “Let go,” Clara said, her eyes fierce as she tried to yank her hand from him, but h
Three weeks later.New York.“Clarissa!!” 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. “Clarissa, I'm sorry!!” 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
“But Alan is not your real name?” Michelle questioned him, as a glint of disappointment flashed across her face. “Yes, but I didn't marry you as Alan Moore but as Craig Jacobs,” Alan answered, and Michelle's face twisted into confusion. But she's always addressed as Mrs. Moore wherever they go. “What? But…” Michelle was rendered speechless. “But 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,” 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. “Alan, I'm very sorry. But I… you forget it. Tell me why you changed your name. I want to know about you.” 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. “Who is it?”“It's me, Barbie doll,” 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.“Come in, Drake,” 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.“I want to go home,” 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?“I'm sorry, Barbie doll. But you know you can't breach the contract. You have a year—”“I 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, “Postpone the meeting, and cancel all my appointments today.” “Yes sir,” Jason replied respectfully. Alan turned and left without another word. The moment Alan sat in his car, he called one of Mitchell's nannies. “I'm heading to the mall now, bring Mitchell over.” “Sir, we are already at the mall.” “Okay.” 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. “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 so