-/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 thereâs one thing that riled him, itâs when things donât 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. âIt's been 3 weeks, 3 fucking weeks, and youâre fucking telling me you havenât found her? Why the hell do I pay you when you canât even find a single womanâs whereabouts!? Huh!!â Trey asked sternly, his expression darkening into a venomous glare. âYou have a week to find out wherever sheâs hiding, or
âI want to show you something,â Don Antonio said as he took steady steps towards Lisa, deliberately not to frighten her more than she already was. Considering Lisaâs 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 Lisaâs face, ready to stop if there was a slight form of uneasiness from her. Since there werenât any, he opened it to show her his bandaged chest. âDid you do this?â He asked in a gentle tone. âOh my God!" Lisa uttered as her hand flew to her mouth as realization dawned on her, then she frowned. âIt was you; no wonder I thought you looked familiar, you bastard!!â 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 bossâs wrath. âYou pointed a gun at a person who saved your life!? I knew I should have left you t
âIs she alright?â Don Antonio asked Susan, who had just walked out of Lisaâs room. "Yeah... she has fallen asleep,â Susan muttered. She approached the sofa to sit but became hesitant. She heard that Don has a disorder; he doesnât 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 couldnât decipher. âWhy is she standing?' He thought Susan was approaching to sit, but it had been a few minutes now, and he didnât feel the sofa dip, and since he was busy with his phone, he just remembered she wasnât seated beside him. He looked up at Susan. âAre you going to stand there forever?â He questioned. âI⊠um, umm, youâre sick.â 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 Lisaâs apartment underground parking lot, all traces of the man from earlier disappeared, being replaced with a stern, fierce-looking man. âGo to the base.â The intensity of his voice causes the temperature inside the car to drop abruptly. Matteo, who was sitting in the passengerâs seat, shivered. As his bossâs personal bodyguard, he has noticed the change in his bossâs aura. âYes, boss.â 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 Lisaâs 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. âHello, how may I help you?â Susan asked the delivery man standing outside the door, holding a bouquet of white lilies. âIs this Miss Lynnâs apartment?â The delivery guy asked, and Susan nodded. âOkay, please sign here.â 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. âWelcome back,â his consigliere said, spreading out his arms wide to welcome Antonio with a hug. They embraced each other as Lucas said, âI thought weâd lost you, man.â 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. âI have to meet this woman who saved your life. We're in debt to her. I really canât 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,â Lucas said. Don Antonio leaned back against his seat, looking as if he were deep in thought. âWere they Faustoâs men?â Antonio asked. âTheyâve refused to speak,â Lucas said, taking a deep breath. Antonio nodded. âWhat about the information I asked you to get?â Lucas nodded, taking a seat on
Previously: âHello?â Lisa said on answering the call. "Lisa, my love,â she froze at the familiar voice. âHow is it possible? Huh-huh, no! Thereâs no way he'll call her, right?' Lisa doubted it. âTreyâŠ?â She muttered dejectedly. But instead of hearing a response from Trey, what she heard was the clearing of a throat. After a while, the response finally came. âMiss Lynn, hi, itâs me, Don Antonio Agrilla,â he said. âHow are you doing?â âDon AntonioâŠ?â Lisa asked, perplexed; she could swear it was Trey's voice she heard earlier. âYes, Melissa (Lisa)? Were you expecting someone else?â Don Antonio asked, but the tone of his voice didnât sit well with Lisa; it was as if he was aware of what he was doing. Lisa thought. âNo, umm... I was just wondering how you got my contact,â Lisa said, trying to get rid of any thoughts regarding Trey. She was starting to overthink things again. âI have my ways,â Don Antonio answered teasingly, making Lisa roll her eyes as she imagined the kind of expr
- Country A - In a private apartmentâs storeroom, two men could be seen standing in front of a desk in a dimly lit room, their heads bowed to avoid the intense gaze of their lady boss seated opposite them after reporting the outcome of their mission. The storeroom had been renovated into an office on the inside, but on the outside, it was a normal storeroom; one would never believe the kind of meetings and transactions that have been held there if informed. The men had their heads down as they received scolding from their mistress. âIncompetent bastards!!â Valerie shouted, âYou couldn't kill a single woman! Why the hell am I wasting money on you?!!â She screamed, slamming her palm on the desk. "Sorry, boss, but when we arrived at the location, we found out the lady had moved out two weeks ago, and we tried to track her, but itâs like she disappeared into thin air.â Morris, the leader among the two, explained. âHow is that possible?! I heard my dad ask his colleague in that co
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. âMother?â 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.âDid you miss me?â Martina asked, and Luis shook his head, seemingly in a trance state as he replied.âNo, I mean, yes, so much?â Martina smiled and said,âI miss you more; welcome back, son.â âThank you
âAhh, 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 Alanâs familiar face. âMy love, you are awake,â 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. âWhere is Luis? Didnât he bring me to the hospital?â 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. âMy love, who is he, and why are you so worried about him, instead of your well-being?â Curiosity laced his tone, mingled with an undercurrent of anxiety. Michelle hesitated for a moment, the weight of her feelings pressing down on her. âHe is the man I love, the father of my baby.â Her conf
âMichelle!â 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. âLuisâŠâ 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.âDamn it, sheâs bleeding,â 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. âDrive faster!â he yelled, urgency gripping his every word as he felt the weight of the moment pressing heavily on him.~âĄ~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. âMy beautiful best friend!â Clara exclaimed, her eyes filled with joy. âClara? You came? I thought you wouldn't make it." Michelleâs 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. âI couldnât miss it for the world!â Clara said, her smile radiant. âSeeing 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. âAlan, how dare you! How could you make a decision regarding my life without my consent?!â 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.âAre you alright?â he asked Michelle after steadying her. âI'm fine. Thank you.â Michelle said as the tears she had been holding back since she found out about her pregnancy came running down her face.âYou 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?â 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 Whiteâs office; he looked up and saw Michelle standing outside his door. âCome in,â he said. âGood afternoon, Principal White,â 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. âPlease, have a seat, Miss Agrilla,â he replied, his tone firm but tinged with a touch of concern. âThank you,â 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. âMiss Agrilla,â Principal White began, his eyes studying her intently, âit 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