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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
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