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. âHey, he is the boss's grandfather. Are you forgetting something?â 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, âTrey, what happened to you? Are you okay?â 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!â 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
âAhhhh!â 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.
After Lisa left the villa, Trey, who was engrossed in the conference chat, decided to check the footage from the bedroom to see if she was still sleeping or awake. However, his heart skipped a beat when he saw that Lisa was not on the bed. Alarmed, he abruptly stood up and said, âThe meeting ends here, Lucy make sure to send me a copy of the presentation.ââYes, sir,â Lucy replied, but Trey was already on his way to the bedroom. As he walked, his mind raced with thoughts about Lisa's whereabouts. He hurriedly entered the bathroom to check if she was there, but she wasn't. He then searched the closet but found it empty. Trey's uneasiness grew with each passing moment. He began to wonder if someone had come for Lisa and taken her away. How could someone have entered his Villa with all the guards and taken Lisa without anyone noticing? These thoughts raced through his mind as he made his way down the stairs.As he urgently descended the stairs, he approached the maids who were cleaning
When Trey pushed open the door to the farmhouse, his eyes quickly fell upon Lisa's ghostly pale face. However, it was her swollen cheeks that immediately drew his attention. Despite her paleness, her cheeks are a deep shade of red - a clear indication that she has suffered blows to her face. The sight of her injuries triggers Trey's mind to race back to a painful memory, one that he has long tried to forget. Six years ago, he had slapped Lisa in a fit of anger at a hotel. The thought of his past actions now causes him to quickly look away from Lisa's gaze. He can feel the heavy weight of remorse settling in his chest, knowing that he too had caused Lisa pain."Daddy," both Clara and Luis exclaimed in excitement. Trey looked up at his kids, he wanted to smile at them and reassure them everything was going to be alright but he couldn't smile. All he could think of were memories of him slapping Lisa, the girl he had promised to protect. He began to recall the day he made that promise to
âJade!â âMom!â 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. âWhat happened to your feet?â he asked angrily, seeing she was hurt to such an extent but didn't get it treated. âPut me down; I can walk on my own,â Martina argued, hitting him on the chest. âShut up!â 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. âYou can go now; Lucia needs someone with her when she's wheeled out of the emergencyâŠâ Martina didn't land when Trey cut her off.. âWhat? Lucia? What happened to Lucia?â 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. âThey were planning to dispose of Lucia's body in the ocean.â 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. âWhat the hell!â 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.âCarlos, you and the men should leave first; I will take the other car. I need some time alone.â Carlos hesitated but said anyway,âBut madam, the boss would be very angry.ââThat's his business!â Martina snapped, her emotions overwhelming her. She looked at Carlos' face and warned, âI don't need any of you secretly following me; I trust you don't want to see me provoked?âMartina 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.âDamn it!â 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, âI'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.â Clara looked at his face with a forced smile. âI will get you something to put on from my friend. You have to leave.â Clara said, turning and walking past him, but he grabbed her wrist. âLet go,â Clara said, her eyes fierce as she tried to yank her hand from him, but h
Three weeks later.New York.âClarissa!!â 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. âClarissa, I'm sorry!!â 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
âBut Alan is not your real name?â Michelle questioned him, as a glint of disappointment flashed across her face. âYes, but I didn't marry you as Alan Moore but as Craig Jacobs,â Alan answered, and Michelle's face twisted into confusion. But she's always addressed as Mrs. Moore wherever they go. âWhat? ButâŠâ Michelle was rendered speechless. âBut 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,â 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. âAlan, I'm very sorry. But I⊠you forget it. Tell me why you changed your name. I want to know about you.â 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. âWho is it?ââIt's me, Barbie doll,â 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.âCome in, Drake,â 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.âI want to go home,â 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?âI'm sorry, Barbie doll. But you know you can't breach the contract. You have a yearâââI 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, âPostpone the meeting, and cancel all my appointments today.â âYes sir,â Jason replied respectfully. Alan turned and left without another word. The moment Alan sat in his car, he called one of Mitchell's nannies. âI'm heading to the mall now, bring Mitchell over.â âSir, we are already at the mall.â âOkay.â 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. âNo! Luis, please, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hit you! Don't do thisâŠ!â 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. âAhh!â 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