Lisa's eyes fluttered open at the bright light streaming through the window. She squinted, trying to adjust to the sudden brightness. As she stretched her limbs, she realized that Trey was not beside her.She sat up, her body feeling sore from the previous night's activities, and a sweet smile played on her lips as she reminisced about the intimate moments they had shared. Lisa remembered falling asleep while Trey had been cleaning her up. She inspected herself and discovered that she was wearing Trey's shirt. The thought of him made her heart race with excitement. "Where is he?" she murmured to herself, wondering where he could have gone. Lisa got out of bed and made her way to the bathroom to see if he was there. However, the room was empty. She decided to head downstairs, hoping to find him there.Brad was lounging on a plush sofa in the parlor, lost in thought when he suddenly heard the sound of footsteps descending the stairs.He looked up in surprise and found himself staring
A few hours earlier at the penthouse, after the injection, Trey fell on his knees as he cursed inwardly,‘Damn it! He had made a grave mistake by thinking Valerie was alone in this, and now he had fallen right into their trap. His thoughts had been focused on Lisa, he was determined to make sure that Valerie didn't come between them. In his haste, he hadn't taken any precautions, and now he was paying the price for it. Trey was furious and vowed to take revenge on Fausto for planning against him. He had sent his men to get Fausto, but they were told that he hadn't returned to the hotel since the previous night and he had even forgotten about him. Now he was bold enough to drug him too. He must not fear for his life anymore, he was going to make sure that Fausto regretted crossing him.Trey fell motionless on the ground, his face pressed against the fur carpet. Lucas, who was standing behind Trey, looked down at him with a smug expression. "Hopefully by the time you wake up, Lisa
When Diego informed Trey that Lisa was the one driving the car that just passed by, Trey's heart skipped a beat, his intuition told him something was terribly wrong, he immediately turned the steering wheel and made a sharp U-turn on the road deciding to go after Lisa.Diego, who was caught off guard in the passenger seat, had not gotten over what Trey was up to when the brake of the car was hit, sending him forward in reflex. "Dude, what the fuck?" Diego asked bewildered."Get out, I have to follow her," Trey answered impatiently. "Trey, this is the middle of nowhere. How am I supposed to go home from here?" Diego asked with a facial expression that said. “Are you joking?" Trey's eyes were spitting fire as he stared at Diego, if looks could kill, Diego would be dead by now."Figure that out on your own. Now stop delaying me." Trey answered impatiently, anger evident in his tone. Diego looked at this henpecked husband and got out unwillingly. He had not stabilized himself yet when
Trey arrived at the farmhouse 30 minutes later, when he got to the parlor he saw Brad and asked him, where Diego was,“Where is Diego?”“He is at the dining room, boss,” Brad responded, and Trey made his way to the dining room. When Diego saw Trey enter the dining room, he asked casually.“You didn't catch up with her?” Ignoring Diego's remark, Trey sat down at the table, and the maid came to serve him. After taking a sip of water, Trey got straight to business. "The footage at the hotel was tampered with," he said, looking at Diego. "I need you to call all our IT experts at the base, and tell them to recover the actual footage at the hotel last night. I need the results before 24 hours.""Understood, boss," Diego replied, his expression serious. "I'll get right on it." As the dinner came to an end, Diego stood up from the dining table to leave the room when Trey's voice stopped him in his tracks. He said. "Before you go, I need you to send some men to watch over Lisa from a dista
Lisa made her way toward Valerie's ward, she couldn't leave the hospital without confronting her first. As she entered Valerie's ward, her eyes immediately fell on Valerie, who was scrolling through her phone while lounging on an armchair. Lisa's gaze then shifted to Valerie's neck and shoulders, where she noticed some bite marks and a hickey.A wave of confusion and anger washed over her. Had she been wrong about the video? Did Trey touch Valerie? But then she remembered after analyzing the video she received, that Trey had been unconscious in the video, which only added to her confusion.Valerie, who had heard the door open, turned her head and caught sight of Lisa standing at the entrance with a furious expression on her face. Despite Lisa's anger, Valerie couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. The video had worked, and Lisa's expression confirmed it. Valerie's lips curled upwards, forming a smug and satisfied grin that hinted at a sense of superiority. She smiled gloating
Lisa emerged from her room and called out, "Angelo!" The sound of her voice drew Angelo's attention from his seat in the living room, and he stood up to face his boss."Madam?" Angelo replied respectfully."Where is Luis?” She inquired, her tone betraying a hint of concern."He's in his room," Angelo responded promptly. "He went there after you retired to your room." Lisa frowned. "You mean to tell me that you didn't see him leaving? What were you doing? Weren't you paying attention?" she asked, her tone becoming more urgent. Angelo scratched the back of his head and replied, "I was working on the laptop." Lisa frowned, studying Angelo's apologetic expression before signing heavily and asking, "Where is Lucas?" It suddenly dawned on her that she hadn't seen Lucas since she returned from Trey's farmhouse. Angelo hesitated for a moment before answering, "Madam, he's in his room. He hasn't been feeling well since yesterday morning and has been holed up in there ever since. I sent hi
It was a few minutes past 7, when Lisa's car pulled up to the grand entrance of Trey's magnificent villa. The imposing gates were swiftly opened by the vigilant bodyguard, who confirmed Lisa's identity before ushering her through. As they drove up the driveway, Lisa couldn't help but notice that the entire house was shrouded in darkness. It wasn't until they reached the parking space that Lisa realized the reason for the gloom - all the lights were off. Despite the eerie silence, Lisa gathered her thoughts and stepped out of the car, making her way towards the house. The bodyguards were quick to follow, and they opened the door for her, allowing her to step into the house.As soon as Lisa crossed the threshold of the room, a pair of strong arms wrapped around her, pulling her into a warm embrace. When she smelled Trey's intoxicating scent and his hard muscular body pressed against her. She closed her eyes and let out a contented sigh, feeling all the tension in her body melt away a
- The Old Collins mansion - Nestled within the impressive Collins mansion lies a distinct residence that belongs solely to the reputable Old Master Collins. This abode serves as his personal retreat, where he spends most of his time engrossed in deep contemplation. His favorite spot in this exclusive sanctuary is his private study, a room filled with shelves of antique books and artifacts, where he often immerses himself in his work, surrounded by his treasured possessions. Old Master Collins sat behind his old, polished antique desk. The desk was adorned with a vintage lamp and a cherished photo frame, that stood as the centerpiece of the room, while stacks of important files lay neatly arranged in front of him. It was a space that exuded a sense of elegance and sophistication, reflecting the refined taste of its distinguished occupant. The master was absorbed in his work, writing calligraphy on a plain sheet that lay in front of him. He dipped his feather pen into a pot of ink o
“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