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The car made its way towards a restaurant nestled amidst the trees. The luxuriant green leaves on the trees surrounding the area sway gently with the breeze, creating a peaceful and inviting atmosphere. The road leading to the restaurant was decorated with fallen leaves and petals, creating a picturesque view for anyone entering the area. The car came to a stop, and a bodyguard opened the door for Lisa, she stepped out, and waited patiently for the Old Master to join her. He emerged from the car and walked over to her side and with a commanding voice, he uttered, "Let's go," he said, gesturing towards the entrance, and the two of them walked into the restaurant, flanked by two imposing bodyguards following closely behind. As they stepped into the restaurant, the interior was cozy and inviting, with warm lighting and the sweet aroma of food wafting through the air. A well-dressed manager greeted them with a warm smile and led them to their private dining room. The room was elegantl
As Lisa entered the living room, she saw Susan seated comfortably on the sofa, with Clara and Mitchelle sitting on the soft fur carpet, engrossed in drawing on some sheets placed on the center table. Lisa walked towards them, her eyes scanning the room in search of Luis. She greeted the group, "Hello, sorry I'm late. Where is Luis?" Susan turned and responded, "Oh Lisa, you're back?" "Mommy!â Clara stood up and ran towards her mom, hugging her tightly, and said, "Mommy, brother left for school." Lisa looked at Susan with a questioning gaze. "Yes, he left. He said there was a science fair, and he couldn't miss it," Susan explained. Lisa nodded and let go of Clara. She bent over, brushed her palm on Mitchelle's hair and asked, "Are you okay?" "Yes, Auntie," Mitchelle answered softly, then turned back to her drawing. She sat on the fur carpet with his legs crossed as she was drawing. But her eyes looked a little sad, though she tried to hide it with a smile. Lisa noticed the s
âHow is she?â Antonio inquired about Lisa's well-being when Trey joined Them downstairs. "She's resting now," Trey replied, making his way to the sofa and taking a seat. "Boss, I apologize for my earlier tone," Diego, who was leaning against the wall, expressed his remorse. Trey took a moment to look at him, then sighed before inquiring, "Why didn't you inform me that Paco spared Valerie?" "I assumed she wouldn't survive long, given her condition at the time," Diego explained. "Now she's alive and we have no fucking idea where she is!" Trey said with frustration. "Boss, the video shows she's in a hospital. If we can trace the hospital, we can locate her." Diego disclosed. "Why didn't you do that instead of coming here to inform me?" "I've already asked the IT team at the base to handle that. I thought it best to inform you and check up on you. And I believe I made the right decision by coming, didn't I?" Diego asked with a raised brow, "I had planned to go to the ho
When Trey arrived home, it was a few minutes past 2 am. As he stepped into the dimly lit living room, he noticed a figure perched at his bar. Making his way over and settled into a chair beside the figure and inquired, "What's keeping you up at this hour?" He couldn't shake the foreboding feeling, as his mind raced with questions as he pondered the reason for Antonio's unexpected wait. Could it be related to his refusal to let Lisa take the kids with her? Was Antonio planning to persuade him to change his mind and take the kids himself? These thoughts consumed him as he tried to make sense of the situation."I stayed up to talk to you," Antonio revealed. "I hope you don't mind, but I'm concerned about you and Lisa. I thought everything was settled between you two?" Antonio inquired. Trey ran his hand through his hair, a look of frustration on his face as he spoke."I thought the same until I woke up and found out she was planning to leave while I slept. I didn't want to stay here wh
Three weeks later, at the Golden Height Corporation, Trey sat in his spacious office. His gaze lingered on the assortment of the most expensive dazzling engagement rings that were carefully arranged on his mahogany desk, as he contemplated which one was best to suit his Lisa. His mind was consumed by thoughts of Lisa; he wanted to ask her to marry him. After the conversation with Antonio two weeks prior, he had come to a realization. He wanted to make things right with Lisa. Their previous marriage had been rushed and hasty, so now he was determined to do things differently. He wanted to propose to her in the most meaningful and sincere way, to show her how much she meant to him. He was committed to proposing to her in a way that reflected the depth of his love and devotion."Sir, what about this one?" the jeweler said, his voice trembling as he pointed to an emerald ring. He couldn't help but notice how Trey's gaze kept returning to a specific ring. Yet an hour had passed without T
Upon reaching Lisa, Trey swiftly lifted her in his arms and raced towards his car. His bodyguard, standing by, promptly opened the door for him, and he wasted no time in getting inside. "Boss, she's bleeding. You need to stop it," Diego, who was seated in the passenger seat urged, pointing to the stain on Trey's hand beneath Lisa's neck. "Damn it, pass me the medicine kit," Trey exclaimed, his fear evident as he noticed the stain. His worry was so consuming that he failed to register the metallic scent of blood that had filled the car.~~Fifteen minutes later, they arrived at the hospital. Dr. Mark and a team of nurses were already waiting with a stretcher at the entrance. Trey quickly stepped out of the car, carrying Lisa in his arms, and told the medical staff, "No need for the stretcher,â he said, turning to Dr. Mark and instructed. âLead the way. I'll follow. It'll be faster.""Right away, sir," Dr. Mark responded, taking the lead as they hurriedly made their way to the emerge
Lisa was in a deep, peaceful slumber when she felt a gentle tickling sensation on her face and ears. She tried to open her eyes, but her eyelids were heavy. Despite her efforts, her heavy eyelids refused to open. Suddenly, she heard the sweet, familiar tender voice of Trey, "My priceless gem," he whispered. "Trey?" She struggled to open her eyes, longing to see his face, but before she could succeed, she felt his soft and warm lips on hers. Just as she was about to respond to the unexpected kiss, he pulled away. Reacting quickly, she Instinctively, opened her eyes and seized Trey's wrist, as she playfully demanded, "Where do you think you're going after stealing a kiss from me?" Trey stood before her, his face beaming with a wide smile. "Trey? Are you okay?" she inquired, puzzled by his expression. Her eyes adjusted to her surroundings, and she realized she was in the hospital. Just then memories of her tripping at the police station came flooding back. She looked up at Tre
Three days later, after Trey lovingly assisted Lisa with her breakfast and ensured she took her medication, he lay next to her and tenderly held her in his arms until she drifted off to sleep. After making sure she was comfortable, he quietly got out of bed and made his way to the closet to get ready for work. He emerged from the walk-in closet dressed in a meticulously pressed three-piece dark blue suit.The attire highlighted his muscular biceps and broad chest, with his hair neatly tied up. He reached for his luxurious gold Rolex watch, removing it from its case and diligently fastening it around his wrist to complete his polished look. Just as he finished, there was a sudden knock on the door. Interrupting the quiet atmosphere.Knock! Knock!Not wanting to disturb Lias's peaceful slumber, he reached for his two phones resting on the nightstand and quietly left the room after placing a tender kiss on Lisa's forehead.âAntonio?â Trey said upon opening the door and was greeted by
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. âMother?â 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.âDid you miss me?â Martina asked, and Luis shook his head, seemingly in a trance state as he replied.âNo, I mean, yes, so much?â Martina smiled and said,âI miss you more; welcome back, son.â âThank you
âAhh, 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 Alanâs familiar face. âMy love, you are awake,â 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. âWhere is Luis? Didnât he bring me to the hospital?â 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. âMy love, who is he, and why are you so worried about him, instead of your well-being?â Curiosity laced his tone, mingled with an undercurrent of anxiety. Michelle hesitated for a moment, the weight of her feelings pressing down on her. âHe is the man I love, the father of my baby.â Her conf
âMichelle!â 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. âLuisâŠâ 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.âDamn it, sheâs bleeding,â 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. âDrive faster!â he yelled, urgency gripping his every word as he felt the weight of the moment pressing heavily on him.~âĄ~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. âMy beautiful best friend!â Clara exclaimed, her eyes filled with joy. âClara? You came? I thought you wouldn't make it." Michelleâs 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. âI couldnât miss it for the world!â Clara said, her smile radiant. âSeeing 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. âAlan, how dare you! How could you make a decision regarding my life without my consent?!â 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.âAre you alright?â he asked Michelle after steadying her. âI'm fine. Thank you.â Michelle said as the tears she had been holding back since she found out about her pregnancy came running down her face.âYou 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?â 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 Whiteâs office; he looked up and saw Michelle standing outside his door. âCome in,â he said. âGood afternoon, Principal White,â 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. âPlease, have a seat, Miss Agrilla,â he replied, his tone firm but tinged with a touch of concern. âThank you,â 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. âMiss Agrilla,â Principal White began, his eyes studying her intently, âit 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