- 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.
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, “The meeting ends here, Lucy make sure to send me a copy of the presentation.”“Yes, sir,” 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
The next morning, Lisa slowly opened her eyes to the sound of her phone ringing. As she stretched her hand to reach for it, she heard a foreign voice saying, "Don't move madam, let me get it for you." Confused, Lisa asked,“Who are you?” The doctor replied with a smile, "I'm the doctor your husband arranged for you yesterday." Lisa was taken aback. "Yesterday?" she asked, her memory hazy and unclear. Then, the doctor explained, "Yes madam, you don't remember because you had passed out in the car before you arrived and have been sleeping since." Lisa then noticed the drip attached to the back of her hand and as she tried to sit up, she felt a sharp pain in her abdomen. The doctor held her down and instructed.“Please madam don't move, If you need anything tell me and I will get it for you.” Lisa's mind was all over the place, and she asked the doctor about Trey's whereabouts. "Where is my husband? He is supposed to be the one taking care of me? And my kids, are they okay?” The docto
After the meeting with the shareholders, Lisa headed to Trey's office to review some files. She meticulously went through all the documents, signing and approving the contracts that met the necessary qualifications and would be beneficial to the company. She also rejected the ones that were in the wrong location, weren't suitable projects, and demanded unnecessary funds. Exhausted from the day's work, she arrived home late in the evening. She wasn't hungry, so she decided to skip dinner. She went straight to her kids' room to check on them. On opening their door, she saw they were fast asleep, so she took off her heels and quietly tiptoed to their room, and gazed at their peaceful faces as they slept. After a while, she closed the door and headed to her own room. She freshened up with a long, warm, relaxing bath and then put on a comfortable white nightgown. She applied her skincare routine with utmost care before sliding into the cozy bed. Wrapped in the warm blanket, she quickly d
"Don't you dare mention my father! You vile man!" Lisa said, her voice shaking with rage."Well, I'm more than that, for your kind information.” The air in the cell was thick with tension as Old Master Collins directed his question at Lisa, he let out a smug grin, and his tone was condescending as he asked, "So, did you just inherit your father's position or do you have the skills to deserve it?" Lisa's eyes blazed with hatred as she glared at the old man. Despite her clear animosity towards him, he seemed to find her reaction amusing and let out a deep, throaty laugh on observing her intense hatred towards him. "However your expression shows that you are not any weakling," he remarked. "So why aren't you fighting back?" he exclaimed, growing increasingly agitated. He had been anticipating a fierce battle, but Lisa had made no sound when his men had brought her in. "What is your plan?" he demanded to know. He loved to toy with his prey before finishing them off. But Lisa wasn't giving
In an abandoned remote meat warehouse in country B, the foul smell of meat could be smelled from a few meters away. Valerie was seated on a metal chair, only in her panties and bra in the middle of the warehouse with two knives stabbed into her lower thighs. Dried blood stains were sticking down from her lips to her stomach and some on her thighs. Around her were the countless bodies of men Trey and Diego had killed three days ago. One of which was Fausto. However, she was the unlucky one, instead of putting a bullet in her head like the others, Trey had other plans for her. Trey's best torturer, Paco, had tortured her. He was a lean-looking man, his head was shaved clean, revealing scars that crisscrossed his scalp. From head to toe, his body was adorned with intricate tattoos, and he wore a tattered pair of black jeans with only a black jacket as a top. The tattoos on his stomach were so elaborate and colorful that they appeared to be a garment of their own. At first glance, no on
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