Hello, my dearest reader, Iâm sorry đą đ for not updating in the previous days, something came up, thank you all for bearing with me.
Please be rest assured that I will be updating tomorrow. Iâm also trying to come up with a constant timetable that I would be updating on a daily basis and decided to update at 2 PM GMT every day.I will be updating two chapters at the stated time tomorrow as compensation for not updating for two days.Please while you wait, leave a comment, and let me know your thoughts on the book so far.Thank you all for your understanding.â€ïž Fireworksđ„- Country A - In a suite on the tenth floor of Leisureq Hotel, Fausto stood in the kitchen cooking in only his briefs, with an apron tied around his lean waist, his masculine broad back scratched with finger marks left by Valerie last night during their intense lovemaking. He woke in the late hours of the morning due to the exercise from last night; they went to bed after midnight. He came to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, if it could be considered as one, before Valerie woke up. 30 minutes later, after setting the meals on the table, Fausto turned to go and wake Valerie, but saw Valerie walking out of the bedroom door wearing his white t-shirt that reached her mid-thigh, giving him a glimpse of her sexy legs the moment he turned around; her hair was messy from last night's adventure, and there isn't an area in the suite where they didn't have sex. Valerie approached him with a smile, tiptoed, and placed a kiss on his lips. âGood morning,â she said after breaking the kiss. â
Valerie rolled her eyes and said, âThat bastard would sleep with a whore but me, if only you were aware of the numerous times Iâve tried seducing him, but nothing happened.â She grunted and leaned back in her chair, closed her eyes, and sighed deeply. âAnd for the past two years, Iâve never seen him with any other woman; it is as if he's lost his interest in women. Why donât you approach him and try seducing him? Perhaps heâs now turned gay,â Valerie suggested with a shrug of her shoulder. âWho knows, maybe heâs indeed become gay and would find you attractive.â âI doubt it, and I wonât lower myself to such an extent. What if he has truly turned gay? Do you think I could stand being fucked by a man? And talk about him? I'm sorry, I can't do it,â Fausto said dismissively, but Valerie thought otherwise. Fausto didnât want to make an effort with the plan, a plan he devised himself. âOh? I thought we were in this together. I have been doing my part, but you? What did you do? Nothing!â
- Country A - At the premises of the Golden Heights Corporation, the running steps of a man could be heard throughout the lobby as he sprinted towards the elevator; he was a panting mess, as he had run from a far distance before arriving at the company, and all his depleted efforts could have been avoided if his noble leader Diego, the only means of reaching out to the boss, had responded to his calls. Now he was required to come to the company, which was considered a no-go zone for them due to their association with the underworld. After a few minutes, the elevator reached the floor of their all-powerful boss's office. He impatiently waited for the elevator door to open and rushed out immediately when it swung open. While leaving Trey's office, Diego noticed a man who, according to his clothes, was from the base but had dared to enter the company, despite the alpha's prohibition. Diego saw him sprinting down the hall and coming towards him. As he approached, he recognized who i
Greetings, my wonderful readers! I am reaching out to you today regarding a small typo in my recent update. While in a hurry, I mistakenly wrote "some weakling imposing as an alpha" instead of "some weakling posing as him." I apologize for any confusion this may have caused. To ensure you have access to the correct version, I would like to provide instructions on how to obtain the updated chapter.To resolve the issue, you must remove the book from your library. Then, navigate to your viewed list, select the book, and add it back to your library. Rest assured that you won't lose any opened chapters, as the moment you add the book to your library, it will become instantly available to you. Thank you.â€ïž Fireworks đ„
âBoss, itâs your grandfather calling.â âDecline it,â Trey said. Diego considered it beneficial for Trey to have a conversation with the old master. Initially, he seemed as though he intended to interject but finally decided against it, instead offering a nod of agreement. âDiego, ready the car for our visit to the base of the black market gang.â Diego gave a nod of affirmation, reached for the earpiece in his ear, and instructed his men to prepare the cars for the next step. As he was about to update Trey on the completion of the task, there was a knock at the door interrupting him. It was Lucy, Trey's secretary, who was standing at the door and appeared to be in a hurry, by the urgent expression on her face and how she was tapping her foot. Diego gestured with his hand, asking her to come in. Lucy confidently walked into the office and respectfully approached his desk, She professionally said, âI'm sorry to interrupt, sir, but Chairman Collins is urgently requesting to speak wi
~Four years later~ The Castillo mansion. Martina was sitting at the dining table, savoring her early morning breakfast, when she suddenly heard some noises coming from upstairs. She immediately stood up to check on the source of the disturbance, and as she was doing so, she saw her daughter, Clara, rushing down the stairs in her favorite pajamas. With her nanny following behind her whilst warning, âBe careful not to slip on the stairs.â But as if her raving fell on hard rock, Clara kept running. Martina's maternal instincts kicked in as she couldn't help but sternly warn her daughter, âClara! Stop running and walk down the stairs instead.â She wanted to ensure the safety of her daughter and avoid any potential accidents; prevention, they say, is better than cure. Clara slows down, not because of what her mommy said, but because of the intense glare being thrown her way by her mom. Her mom had the expression she always has whenever she is angry. However, Clara, being the pampere
"Absolutely, my dear," Martina replied to her daughter's question with a warm smile, âI would accompany you and your elder brother to the mall so that you can select whatever you wish to have." Clara's eyes widened with excitement and gratitude as she exclaimed, "Oh, wow! Thank you so much, Mommy!" Martina's heart swelled with joy at her daughter's happiness. She continued, "You are most welcome, my love. Now, please go with your nanny and get ready for your lesson. Your tutor will be arriving shortly." Martina stated, studying intently at her daughter's face for any subtle changes in her expression. She was searching for any hint of emotion or hesitation in her eyes, wanting to ensure that Clara was truly happy and looking forward to their outing; there was no sign of their earlier conversation, and luckily, there wasn't any. âI am running late for work. Your nanny Lia will be there to assist you with anything you need. Take care,â Martina excused and placed a soft kiss on Clara's
Martina appeared unfazed by the words spoken about her as she gracefully made her way towards the entrance of the hospital. Everywhere she went, people gathered around her, admiring her beauty and poise. Over the past few years, Martina had become accustomed to this attention. As she entered the lobby of the hospital, all eyes were upon her once again, and the room fell silent in awe of her presence. Antonio approached her with joy in his eyes, "Martina, you're finally here!" he exclaimed. In response, Martina raised an eyebrow and smiled sarcastically, "Did someone finally remember me?" Antonio chuckled and shook his head in amazement. "You know how it is with your friend when she's pregnant, and now with little Michelle, who is also quite a handful. She keeps asking me when she can meet your son Luis. I think our friendship might soon become official since my daughter is in love with your son," he explained, and they both chuckled. âI think that would be great,â Martina sai
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