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
Country B Meanwhile, in Don Antonio's office, he has been busy working on the piles of files lodged on his desk that required his signature. He stared at the small photo frame on his deskâa photo of him and his parents together with little Martina and her parentsâa photo that was taken on the day he got engaged to her, the happiest day of his life, a dream come true, but all that changed when she and her family traveled to country A. "Country A!" He growled angrily. After resuming his role as a mafia boss, he investigated the cause of the accident and found out it wasnât just an accident but murder. And the previous mafia lord, Treyâs grandfather, had an involvement in it; he may have instigated the accident because all the clues point to him, and the only way to have contact with him is through Trey. Antonio's plan was simple: Lisa for Trey and Trey for his grandfather. He initially decided to terminate his plan to use Lisa and her unborn child as pawns to bait Trey into succu
Dr. Grace rolled up Lisa's blouse, exposing her flat tummy. Lisa stared at Susan as they both shared a smile. She was nervous but also anticipating meeting her baby; she heard it was a nice sensation, but maybe because she had pictured herself together with Trey when she became pregnant. She had thought she would be going to her checkups with him, and he would bring her all her cravings during that time, no matter the time; even at midnight, he would bring her whatever she yearned for, but here she was, all alone. Dr. Grace unraveled some tissue paper and tucked it under the elastic band of Lisa's underwear after pulling down her trousers. Dr. Grace reached for the tube of ultrasound gel and shook it. âThis will be a little cold, dear,â Dr. Grace notified Lisa. Lisa nodded her head in understanding. Then Dr. Grace squeezed a bit of gel on Lisa's abdomen; she then pressed the probe tool into the gel on Lisa's skin while her eyes stared intently at the screen of the monitor. âTake a
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