As the sun made its way up into the sky, Trey was sound asleep with Lisa wrapped tightly in his embrace. Suddenly, as he lay there, he heard the sound of someone's low breathing. He sensed the presence of someone close to him and instinctively reached for the gun, which he always kept under his pillow for protection. As he opened his eyes, he pointed the gun at the intruder, ready to defend himself and Lisa. To his surprise, what he saw was not what he expected. Instead of an adult, he saw a child with innocent blue eyes staring back at him with a smile. The child's face was initially full of joy, But as soon as the child saw his gun, her expression changed to one of fear, and she buckled under his gaze. He was confused by the presence of a child in his room, especially one who seemed so familiar. Lisa’s eyes slowly fluttered open at that moment only to be met with the unsettling sight of Trey wielding a gun and pointing it at Clara, who looked as though she had just seen a ghost. I
Trey and Lisa savored the moment as they locked lips, feeling as though time had stood still. When they finally broke for air, Trey's face was adorned with a huge smile, as he gazed at her with an intense and unwavering gaze.He gazed intently at her face, his eyes carefully tracing the contours of her lips, nose, and chin. He wanted to commit every detail of her face to memory, to make sure he would never forget her again. Lisa looked back at him, a warm smile on her face, and asked,“Why are you looking at me like that?” Trey took her hand and placed it on his chest. Lisa sighed as she felt the rapid beating of Trey's heart beneath her fingers."Jade, I miss you so much. I'm sorry I forgot about you, but I'm so glad you're here with me now." He said in a hoarse voice. Lisa's smile grew wider at his words, and she leaned in closer to him, her eyes shining with love and affection."I miss you too, Trey," she said softly. "But let me get you some water first, though, okay? Your voice s
When Diego and the Old Master arrived at the entrance of Trey's ward, they were met by two stern-looking bodyguards who stood at the door, arms crossed. The Old Master approached them with a confident stride, but as he tried to enter, one of the guards blocked his path with a firm hand. "I'm sorry, chairman," the bodyguard said, "the madam instructed us not to let anyone inside except Diego." Old Master Collins was taken aback. He had expected to be welcomed with open arms, given his status as the chairman. But it seemed that Lisa had given orders to the security team to deny everyone entry. Diego, who was standing beside him, tried to reason with the guards, reminding them of his relationship with the boss. “Hey, he is the boss's grandfather. Are you forgetting something?” Diego asked. However, the guard remained steadfast. "I know, sir, but I'm just following the madam's instruction," he said, his face betraying no emotion. This surprisingly amused Old Master Collins, who had alw
As Lisa and Clara exited the elevator on Trey's floor, Lisa accidentally dropped her necklace. Clara bent over to pick it up and handed it to her mom with a smile. "Mommy, your necklace is beautiful. Who gave it to you?" Clara asked, admiring the glittering charm. "Your grandfather gave it to me when I was your age," Lisa replied, her voice tinged with emotion. "Wow, where is Grandfather now?" Clara inquired innocently. "Oh baby, grandfather and grandmother are in heaven watching over us, okay?" Lisa said, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. Clara nodded with a smile, and they started to walk away. As they walked past the older man waiting for the elevator, Clara glanced back and noticed that he was staring at her mother with a look of shock on his face.~~~Old Master Collins stood waiting for the elevator door to open, his mind lost in thought. Suddenly, the second elevator opened and out stepped a mother and her daughter. The mother, dressed in a lab coat, was most likely a d
Valerie was frantically packing her clothes, her fingers trembling as she stuffed the items into a bag. She was planning to sneak out of the hospital tonight. She had finally been able to get in touch with Fausto. They had made a plan that he would come and wait for her at the parking lot. Just as she was packing, she heard some faint voices at the door and quickly hid the bag of clothes under the bed, before lying down quietly.The doorknob turned, and she turned her gaze to the door. She saw Trey being wheeled in by Diego. He was seated in a wheelchair with a bandage wrapped around his head. She was genuinely concerned and asked him worriedly, “Trey, what happened to you? Are you okay?” However, Trey looked at her with a mixture of anger and disgust and said, "Mark, give her the discharge form. She has until tonight to clear herself and leave the hospital. If she doesn't, before 6 p.m., call the police to come and arrest her!” Valerie acted completely taken aback. "Trey, why are
Valerie was left at the entrance of the hospital by the bodyguards. Feeling abandoned and frustrated, she walked to the phone booth outside the hospital and dialed Fausto's number, asking him to come and pick her up. After waiting for what seemed like an eternity, a car pulled up in front of her at the bus stop. It was a car she wasn't familiar with, but as the window rolled down, she realized it was Fausto. She got up from the bench and slid into the car, crossing her arms over her chest. Fausto looked at her and asked, "What's with the face? I thought we were meeting later in the evening?" Valerie rolled her eyes and spoke in a loathing voice, "That bastard threw me out of the hospital. And where were you? Why did you turn off your phone?" Fausto recounted the events of the past to Valerie, his voice low and urgent. "I told you I went into hiding. Your lover boy sent his men after me. Luckily for me, I had just left my suite and was heading in a different direction, when I saw th
- One month later -After an exquisite dinner in their elegant dining room, Trey couldn't wait any longer. He took Lisa's hand and led her up to their bedroom. For the past month, he had been eagerly anticipating this night. He had repeatedly expressed his desire to be intimate with her, but Lisa had refused, citing his incomplete recovery.She had promised him that he would be in a better state in a month, and since then, Trey had been counting down the days, longing for this moment to finally become one with Lisa. Although Lisa was pleasantly surprised by Trey's sudden urgency, she couldn't help but wonder if something was bothering him. As they walked, Lisa suddenly halted in the middle of the walkway and turned to Trey with a questioning look on her face."Trey, is everything okay?" she asked, looking at him with a hint of concern. Trey smiled reassuringly at her and said, "Yes, everything is fine. I just want to be with you tonight." Lisa's expression was hesitant, and Trey's w
“Ahhhh!” Trey was drying himself in the bathroom when he heard Lisa's piercing cry. He quickly wrapped the towel around his waist and hurried into the bedroom, only to find Lisa writhing in agony, clutching her abdomen tightly.Trey approached her and placed his hand on her forehead. Thankfully, she wasn't running a fever, but the pain was evident on her face. He felt a sense of helplessness wash over him as he asked worriedly. "Jade, what's wrong with you?""I think it's my period, but the cramps are unbearable," Lisa responded weakly."I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you. I didn't know," Trey replied, feeling regretful."No, I didn't realize either. I remember having some cramps in the morning, but since it wasn't my usual date, I didn't pay attention to it," Lisa explained, shaking her head. Trey nodded and lifted the blanket to check, and indeed, she had stained the bed. He said, "You are bleeding. How can I help you?""I have some tampons in the lower cabinet in the bathroom.
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