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  • The Tormentor – Episode 49&50

    The Tormentor – Episode 49&50

     

     

    THE TORMENTOR  

    The Tormentor – Episode 49&50

     ( Blêed•For•Me, Ixora )

    Book 1 in the Mindf+ck Trilogy

    by Naomi Cindy B.

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    Ashton and Capri’s eyes met, exchanging looks that says they now understand the density of this situation.

    Even Konstantin’s eyes couldn’t stop widening, and though Warren’s chokehold on his neck is deadly, he didn’t tear his eyes away from him.

    “You lost it, totally” he muttered in realization.

    “Evelyn framed me? She testified? I went to jail? I do not f+ckin care. When that old Warren comes back, he’d continue the chase you guys so badly want, but me? I want nothing but her, even if it means stealing her away from her parents and taking her to as far as Dubai” Warren replied, letting go of Konstantin.

    Konstantin let out a choked exhale and as Warren left them, rushing down the park.

    “I can’t stand this side of him, I can never!!!” He yelled impatiently.

    “I’m gonna kill her if it’s the only way to get him back to his darn senses”

    “That’s not an option” Ashton replied.

    “Of course it is! We all know how he was about her three years ago before things happened” Konstantin faced them, his jaws gripping.

         —3Yrs Ago(After Confession)—

    “Evie!!” Nadine and Ixora rushed after Evelyn, but just when they were about to exit, Ixora looked back.

    Her bright eyes met with Warren’s, and he smiled at her.

    She quickly faced front, rushing out of the hospital.

    The smile on Warren’s face was still intact when he turned around to leave, but then he met his friends standing there, all with knowing smirks on their faces.

    “What are y’all motherf+ckers doing here?” He said as he walked to them.

    “You rejected the Evelyn girl too bluntly, I’m guessing she won’t sleep for days” Capri muttered.

    “That’s a given, but what was the stare between you and the blonde one? What’s her name again?” Ashton said with a lip bite.

    “Ixora” Capri said.

    “Isn’t it obvious? She’s Kelsey’s replacement, but he’s probably waiting for her to clock 18 before he’d make any move on her. He can’t possibly start shoving the monster between his legs into her yet, she’d break” Konstantin bluntly said.

    “Says someone who f+çked a seventeen years old girl last night” Warren smirked.

    “She was fleshier and older than her age, but this Ixora? She’s skinny. You’re already a chronic drug addict, fuckin her at her young age means welcome to the morgue for her” Konstantin replied.

    “I’m not after her to ‘just’ f+ck her, so get your delusions into the gutter where you belong” Warren rolled eyes, and Konstantin leaned closer.

    “I know you have fantasies about her, you love blood play a lot and you’re probably planning to try it out on her. You have ‘s+x in an abandoned church kink’, and I’m sure you’re running mad with wild imaginations” he whispered.

    “Go burn in abyss” Warren whispered back, and Konstantin grinned.

    “Resident Warren, emergency at ward 9!” A doctor called, and Warren rushed out of the hall.

    The three guys stood in alignment, watching him leave.

    “He’s obsessed with her, it’s obvious in his eyes” Konstantin muttered.

    “You can always read him like a book, I’m jealous” Ashton muttered.

    “It’s because we’re almost the same, he and i” Konstantin shrugged.

    “If she’ll make him breakup with Kelsey, then I’m signing” Capri said.

    “He’s still holding on to Kelsey only because the moment he leaves her, he’d go after Ixora, and that can’t happen yet. Two years from now, she’d be in college, and by then, he’d be free to have her” Ashton said.

    “Talking about college, ILC exam date us out, it’s in three days” Capri said, and they all checked their phones.

                   —Present Time—

    “Three days after that day, we took admission exams and passed, but that same girl he was obsessed with colluded with her friend to frame him and testify. He was f+ckin arrested and was tried in court!! He didn’t cry, but the moment she came in to testify, he f+ckin cried! She didn’t even look at him! She testified regardless, he was sent to jail where Hawke nearly killed him!” Konstantin shouted.

    Capri’s jaws tightened.

    “Now his memories of jail disappeared and he’s back to obsessing over her again? I say if killing her is gonna make him hate me for life, then I don’t mind, but him and her? What a joke” Konstantin smirked, leaving the park.

    Ashton followed, and Capri gritted his jaws again before following him.

    Running away from your problems would only intensify them and add depth to their existence.

    Ixora learnt that over and over again, many damn times, and that’s why she stopped running.

    Whoever the men in black are, they’re here for a purpose, and till the purpose is fulfilled, they’re not gonna get off her tail.

    She’s not conversant with this place cos right now she’s in a green forest which she has no idea how she arrived in.

    All she knows is that she ran away from the park, crossed the road and ran a bit more before getting to this green forest.

    She was inhaling and exhaling hard as she faced her chasers, and the men stopped too, surrounding her

    There are six of them.

    Sweat cascaded down her temples, to her cheeks, and she rolled her palms into fists, setting them in place.

    Two of them came for her, and she instinctively moved from her spot, going heads on for them too.

    Thankfully, she’s wearing sweatpants and hoodie, so it was easy to lift her legs from the ground and attempt kicking one of them in the face.

    But she moved wrong, cos her ankle was grabbed, so she threw her punch, but the punch was grabbed too, and she was thrown off.

    She landed on the ground with a loud grunt as she rolled on her back, but the moment she realized they’re coming again, she stood to her feet, scooping sand from the ground and pouring on their faces.

    That gave her a upper hand as she was able to do a handstand, landing uppercuts on their chins with her sneakers.

    The two of them staggered, and she proceeded to hooking them in the side of their bellies.

    The two fell to the ground with loud groans, but another two came for her immediately.

    She lunged forward, holding a large stone from the ground this time.

    One of the two punched her in the face, and she fell down the shrub, rolling in the grass with a whimper.

    But she made sure she held the stone very tight as he came for her again, ready to bat her throat.

    Ixora pulled the stunt under his feet, and he slipped, falling in front of her.

    She sat on him and brought the stone down to his head, crashing it down on it mercilessly.

    Her eyes are already murderous, as she brought the stone down to his head for the second time, over and over.

    High screams pilfered out of his lungs, rising up the forest and resonating between the rising trees.

    The other five men stood behind her, watching the horror show as she continued smashing the head of that particular one with the stone till his facial flesh mashed, his blood filling her hands and face.

    She didn’t stop.

    They were about to go for her from behind when someone else appeared, stopping that.

    “Warren?” One of them said in recognition, thanks to the moon in the sky.

    “I don’t appreciate when cankerworms come in contact with what I’m obsessed with” Warren replied, taking the bald head of one of them.

    He dragged it to a tree and barged it inside, soundly.

    The man stood motionless for a second before falling down flat, to his death.

    The remaining four were foolish enough to come for him, but he was too prepared.

    He retaliated their punches with heavier punches, and by the time he rounded them three punches each, they were already staggering with blood drooling from their mouths.

    No one knew when he pulled out the scalpel, running past the four of them and giving them stabs.

    One on the side of the neck, one in the gut, one in the chest.

    The three fell, their bodies landing on each other, one after the other.

    Warren caught the fourth one who’s already swaying weakly, and he pulled him to his knees, making him face the sky 

    “Who sent you?” He demanded, his bloody scalpel still intact in his hand.

    “If you’re waiting for me to talk, then you’ll be waiting for long, cos my life has been payed for, and I’ll never say the name of my master” he said with bloodied teeth.

    “Is that real? Then go join your peers” Warren sneered, cutting his neck with the scalpel and dropping his bleeding lifeless body on top of the dead ones on the ground.

    In the other side, Ixora stood from the one she’s pounding with stone, and by now, his flesh is already mixed with the sand.

    Her bloody hands are shaking as she faced Warren, the moon turned brighter as the dark clouds sojourned away from it’s surface.

    She began walking slowly to him, the plants dying under her sneakers as she marched them till she got to him and pointed her hands forward.

    “I…I killed again” she muttered.

    “You did before?” He replied with rumpled brows, and she nodded.

    “It was a lady called Anastasia, and i disposed her body in a green river in Cali with the help of you and the guys” she explained.

    “You told me I had a dark side to me, that I crave for blood just like you… it’s true, cos I enjoyed killing this one too, just like I enjoyed killing Anastasia” she explained.

    “I think I’m running mad, Warren.” She shook her head, and he shifted her hair away from her neck.

    Ixora bent aside a bit, tilting it and exposing the fresh spot to him.

    Warren leaned down and kissed the porcelain skin.

    Then…he attached his teeth and bit so hard, causing her to grip his arms with her bloody hands.

    “Ah!” She shut her eyes.

    The hickey deepened till it turned dark brown, and that was when he detached his teeth from her skin, satisfied with the result.

    He licked the mark with his tongue to soothe it.

    “No, don’t” she quickly said.

    “You want the pain?” His eyes darkened like she’s the most ungodly thing he has ever seen.

    And she indeed is. Dirty, filthy, sinful, but this only need, his only want.

    “Your pain, so far it comes from you” she replied in all depravity, and he painstakingly raised his hand to her neck, pressing his thumb on the dark brown hickey.

    Ixora winced, biting her lip.

    “Let’s run mad together, then” he muttered, and she nodded, then she hugged him.

    She has no idea how long or how short this side of him is gonna be, but she should at least do things she wouldn’t do with him in his right senses.

    Things like hugging him tight like this.

    Warren brought his hands to her head, pressing it to her chest and allowing her to bask in his scent while he inhaled hers from her hair.

    Ixora nearly began crying, but she fought it.

    It’s greedy to want to do things with the same guy she ruined his life and sent to jail, but she has always been this bî+ch, hasn’t she?

    Her mother’s daughter, the shameless greedy Ixora who doesn’t want his memories to ever come back.

    She hugged him tighter, shutting her eyes and shoving her face into his manly chest.

    [Hotel Suite]

    “Why the hell are they not back yet? Did I make a mistake by trusting that bastard with her?” Stonia muttered, pacing the suite with her phone to her ear.

    She has been dialling Ixora, but she hasn’t been picking for like two minutes now.

    She dropped the call when she didn’t pick again, and she was about to dial the cops when the doorbell sounded.

    “Finally” she breathed out, rushing there to open up.

    Immediately she did, three guys stepped in, and her countenance changed as her survival instinct kicked in.

    They’re Warren’s fellow madmen.

    She turned around, raising her leg flexibly and slamming it on Ashton’s face.

    Ashton stood still like he wasn’t the one who just got his, then Stonia made a move to climb his body and strangle him, but Ashton shook her off, knocking her to the ground by hitting her back on the wall.

    She fell, and her body swept the tiled ground as she rolled down the room.

    “You’re a black belt holder of taekwondo, but mind where you try to use your skills, I could have killed you” Ashton smirked.

    She stood to her feet with a bleeding mouth corner which she wiped with her palm.

    “Is this a ploy? Your leader took my daughter, and now the three of you are here to kill me? How were y’all even able to enter?” She said.

    “There’s no door in every existing continent that’s impossible to open for us” Capri replied firmly.

    Konstantin went close, and Stonia stepped back, but he kept going.

    “I’ll kill your daughter and make you eat her flesh if she doesn’t stay away from War. Their cursed relationship ends here in Capetown. By the time they get back to Cali, any further body gumming means your daughter is tired of living, and I’ll kill her” he threatened.

    “Now that your so-called friend is behaving slightly like a normal human, you’re unhappy about it?” Stonia said.

    Konstantin scoffed, pushing away the vase on the table with his leg.

    The vase crash made Stonia freeze.

    “Normal human? With, or without his memory, he has no humanity, the only missing thing is his blazing hate for your stupid daughter which we’re trying to get back. The moment that hate comes back with his jail memory and the rest, your daughter will finally cry the blood he promised her. You better be prepared, that name antichrist isn’t for label, we really are beyond what you think” he said, his demeanor ruthless.

    Stonia still wasn’t moving when Konstantin led the way out of the room and the other two followed.

    She held her slamming chest, going down against the walls.

    “Oh gawd!”

    [California, Drive-in cinema]

    Nadine didn’t expect Anfisa to be the cool type, but she’s enjoying her company.

    They’re together in her sports car, and their rainbow popcorn is between them which they’re munching as they saw the playing movie (Sidelined: The QB and I)

    “Your rainbow popcorn recommendation is indeed better than the plain” Anfisa talked, and she faced her.

    “It has been my favorite pastime snack since young” she smiled.

    “What other favorites do you have?” Anfisa asked.

    “Xoxo, she’s my main favorite person” she replied.

    “That girl…I badly wanna like her, but anyone the boys hate, I automatically hate too” Anfisa said, and Nadine dropped her popcorn.

    “Xoxo is not a bad person, I swear. I was on vacation when the whole stuff happened three years ago, and I only arrived on the say of the court trial when she was testifying. If I was here before the court, I’d have stopped her” she said.

    Anfisa sighed.

    “Xoxo fears court the most since her mother got stepped down from the vice-presidential office, so I dunno how she agreed to enter court and testify, it’s odd” Nadine said.

    “And do you happen to like Konstant?” Anfisa asked.

    “No! He just likes taunting me and making me say swear words, nothing more. Why would I like someone that…dark” Nadine muttered, and Anfisa smiled, stroking her hair.

    “Good, cos my brother isn’t someone you can like. He has a gorgeous face, but his heart is black, and also…our family isn’t a family to get involved with. The Barinovs in Russia? People run away from us” she said.

    “Why?” Nadine asked interestedly.

    Anfisa didn’t answer, she resumed eating her popcorn and focused back on the movie.

    Nadine did the same.

    [Underground Clubhouse]

    “So… Romeo went missing when he was young, he hates Warren the most in this world, he loves porridge made by your mum, he has fear of heights” Clover said.

    Bethel nodded, drinking from her lemonade cup, then she snapped her fingers.

    “And also, he’s straight! He’s not gay! He’s obsessed with Ixora, so if you’re this interested in him cos you’re gay, then trash it, he’d never look at you” She added.

    Clover smiled, standing up as he’s already getting called to come play.

    “I know, enjoy yourself” he winked, wearing a hat and jacket before climbing up the stage.

    He began controlling the disc jockey, sliding arrays of pop songs into the speakers.

    More and more naked ladies poured into the clubhouse, filling the dancefloor.

    None of them wore any piece of clothe at all, so different puxxies and @rses are in display.

    Soon, they began getting f+çked by men on stage too, and the m0ans filtering out of them mixed with the pouring music.

    Bethel sat, turning her back on the stage.

    “Why did I even come here” she muttered, calling Uber to take her home.

    Meanwhile, on the stage, one of the bouncers climbed up and whispered something in Clover’s ear.

    “One of the kids attempted to run away”

    “What!” His eyes widened.

    “But he was caught, and boss is visiting soon to check him out. Her visit is in two days” the bouncer said.

    Clover lost his appetite immediately.

    [Ford Salon]

    Romeo had his bath after he did the last barbing for the night, and he decided to stroll.

    He checked the time as he stepped out. 9:00

    It’s been 45 minutes since Bethel left the house, so he’s expecting her back in fifteen minutes.

    He was chewing gum while scrolling through his phone as he stepped into the alley street.

    It’s been awhile since it rained, so the dry ground worked to his advantage.

    Ixora is still his home and lock screen wallpaper, and as he zoomed on the pictures in his gallery, he’s smiling.

    He brought her face to his lips and kissed her through the screen, but then… Chicago’s message popped up.

    Chicago: One and a half month left before I’d be able to see you again, Rom-Rom.

    Romeo replied this time.

    Romeo: By the time you come out of jail, if you come close to me or my family, I’ll send you back!

    Chicago: (laughing emojis)

    He switched off the phone and continued his stroll peacefully, gently chewing the gum in his mouth.

    From one of the alley dark corners, Tina stood, yearningly watching him like a sick lover girl.

    She smiled before she knew it…

    “Has it gotten to this level? Ew!” Monty’s voice said behind her, and she gasped, turning around to see her standing there with crossed arms.

    Monty backed the wall, a leg raised up to rest on the concrete and her short hair dyed green.

    “You followed me?” Tina went closer.

    “My best friend is becoming a fool for a guy who’d never see her, of course I’d follow in case you land in a ditch” Monty sassily replied.

    “Don’t judge me! You still haven’t told me what’s going on between you and Bronx and why I found you naked in front of the gate that night, so ew to you too!” Tina glared, walking past her, down the alley.

    Monty brushed her hair back, rushing after her.

    “Tina!!”

    [Two Days Later, Nadine’s Place]

    The loud honk of a noir Cadillac made Nadine stand up from her breakfast table where she’s eating omelette.

    She rushed to the door, flinging it open and meeting the person she expected to meet.

    Ixora!

    “Baby!!” Ixora widened her arms.

    “You’re back!!!” She screamed out, flying to her arms and jumping on her like a kid before pouring kisses on her face.

    Ixora laughed as each kiss plastered, and Nadine kept the kisses coming till almost forever.

    “I missed you madly, so much!” She gushed.

    “I miss you too!!” Ixora gushed back, and now it’s her turn to decorate Nadine’s face with the wet kisses.

    “You have to gist me in school ok? And tell me you bought souvenir for me!” Nadine pouted.

    “I did” Ixora giggled.

    “Our first class is by ten, we should hurry” Nadine said, and Ixora dropped her.

    “Anything that happens in school, don’t be too surprised, just know that I’d explain later” she pointedly said.

    “I’m not gonna get an heart attack, am I?” Nadine asked curiously.

    “No” Ixora smiled, going in with her.

    [ILC, 9:30]

    It’s another ice hockey meet tonight as it’s another month end, so the posters are already around the school, and the unending gists about is already ongoing in groups.

    Among the cars that drove into the school park that morning, there’s a Audi, and inside the it, Lydia sat.

    She’s here to keep an eye on Warren, following Elder Creed’s orders.

    She went to Capetown too, though she stayed hidden, but she caught the gist of his memory loss, which is why she’s keeping an eye on him for now.

    Rafael’s car too is just driving into the park, and he’s holding flowers to welcome Ixora with since he can’t go to Stonia’s Mansion to meet her.

    Stonia herself is here too, scared by Konstantin’s threats.

    She has warned Ixora before they left Capetown, but she has a feeling she wouldn’t listen, reason why she’s here to secretly watch her.

    A limousine drove in, and the guys came out of it—just three of them.

    Girls began gushing over them like their usuals, and students had to stop since the air looks tenser than tense.

    Warren drove into the campus in a different car, and at the same time, Ixora and Nadine drove in too.

    They came out at once, and the tension in the school got raised to power millions immediately.

    “Wait…your neck” Nadine noticed the dark brown mark on Ixora’s neck, but before she could point it out, Ixora already walked away from her.

    She made her way to a certain lane, and Warren entered that same lane in the park.

    They began walking towards each other, their steps slow.

    The other three guys stopped, and their jaws went tight.

    Romeo who’s just entering the campus with Bethel had to stop.

    Monty and Tina too, even Bronx.

    Serena and Kelsey are at the back of the crowd.

    The only unseen person is Clover.

    The two finally arrived at each other’s paths, and Ixora looked up, her eyes meeting with his eery ones.

    She tilted her head to the side, revealing the mark, again.

    With an intense force, Warren shoved her to his body, and she closed her eyes as he placed his lips on the spot, kissing it deep.

    She wrapped her arms around him, and the mouths of every watching students dropped open.

    Romeo’s messenger bag fell from him, and Warren switched from kissing the mark to sucking it wildly, in public.

    “To the Ice Hockey Meet tonight, no bra, no underwear. If you wear any, I’ll tear it off and shove it down your throat. Come naked underneath” he whispered, his breaths fanning her ear, and she opened her eyes, but the moment he began sucking the mark again, she closed them back.

    Rafael’s flowers fell from him, and Stonia staggered on her heels.

    Lydia dialled Elder Creed on video call, showing him everything.

    Nadine’s eyes are the widest.

    Konstantin drew out his handgun, aiming straight for Ixora.

    He pulled the trigger.

    [Underground Clubhouse]

    Clover is present with some of the bouncers, and a large number of the black market members who’re females—the strippers.

    They’re waiting for the boss since the visit is surprisingly scheduled for this morning.

    “Why the hell is boss not here yet? I’m a student! I have classes!” Clover complained.

    “You’re the closest to her, just call her” one of the strippers replied with a scowl.

    “I’m closer to her doesn’t mean i get to call her anytime. She makes the calls timetable and I can’t till she tells me to ” Clover glared.

    “Is anyone not gonna talk about Anastasia who has been missing for a month?” Another stripper said.

    “Another one of our ladies was burnt with a cabin two months ago too, but boss actually doesn’t care about our lives, she only wants her works done, and that’s why I always say…take care of yourselves. If you die, you die for nothing” another lady said.

    “Is it true that boss is involved in Warren’s jail case?” Another lady asked, and Clover scoffed.

    “Involved? She’s more than involved”

    The sound of heels infiltrated the place, and they all went silent as Clover stood with all the bouncers.

    They faced the door, and the heels sounds kept coming, indicating the descension of stairs.

    The smell of tobacco penetrated as the boss stepped in, wearing a two-piece black suite and a black hat with a tobacco pipe on her lips.

    The ladies stood too, and she removed the tobacco pipe, blowing out smokes which clouded her face for a while before dissipating.

    She slightly shifted her hat,, revealing her face.

    It’s the one and only MATRON.

    “The kid?” She dryly said, and Clover opened a gate on the adjacent side of the wall, revealing a room containing several helpless, street kids.

    He picked out one of them—the one who tried to run away.

    He threw him down in front of Matron.

    She squatted in front of him, lifting his chin with a finger.

    The boy shivered in obvious fear, and she grinned.

    “I’ve been in this child tràfficking business for years, and no child has ever tried to run away from my cage. You broke that record, and you deserve a reward” she said.

    The boy trembled harder like a winter leaf, and she smiled wider, facing Clover.

    “Take him to the bathroom, bath him with diluted açîd and make him feel every second of the sequential pain till he melts completely like plastic” she ordered.

    “Yes boss” Clover replied, taking the crying boy away.

    Matron faced the rest of the members, her smile still fresh.

    “Shall we start the meeting?” 

    TBC 

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  • Insatiable Cravings – Episode 108

    Insatiable Cravings – Episode 108

     

     

    INSATIABLE CRAVINGS

    Insatiable Cravings – Episode 108

    Subtitle; {Loving You Is A Loosing Game} 

    TAGS: Age-gap, Mafia, Forbidden Love, Drama, Tragedy and Betrayal.

    Settings: United Kingdom, Russia and others.

    By: Chukwuma Rejoice 

    ★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★

    ~ Genevieve ~

    Turning onto my side, I cracked my eyes open just as the early morning sunlight poured through the curtains—blinding, warm, and unwelcome. I flinched, my lashes fluttering against the sting of it before I rolled back, pulling the covers up slightly to shield myself.

    The soft hum of contentment still lingered in me like a melody carried over from last night.

    Perhaps it was the fact I was in Dominic’s bed.

    That thought alone should’ve sent me bolting from this sinfully soft mattress—his mattress. But instead, it had me sinking deeper into the cotton clouds of his duvet, letting my cheek rest against the pillow that still held the faintest trace of his scent. Earthy, clean, distinctly him.

    Whatever was in that drink must’ve been stronger than I thought if I let Dominic bring me back here. Aurora. Bloódy héll, I ought to blame her.

    Or thank her.

    Shut up.

    My body and mind were clearly at odds. My head was screaming for logic—telling me to find Dominic, to tell him that last night was a mistake, and to walk out of here with some blóody dignity intact.

    But my body? My body didn’t want to move. It craved the memory of his arms around me, of the kiss that unravelled every last thread of my restraint. I loved it—every unguarded second of it. And what I adored most… was falling asleep wrapped in his arms.

    I hadn’t felt peace like that in years. His arms had always been my sanctuary—cool against my skin, strong around my back. The one place on earth where everything stilled.

    He kissed my hair. Just like he used to. The tiniest act, yet it split me wide open.

    With a sigh, I finally sat up, sweeping the covers aside as I glanced around the room—his room. It was unchanged, really. The dark mahogany wardrobe still stood proudly by the far wall, the curtains were the same navy velvet, and the carpet felt plush beneath my bare feet.

    The only difference? A desk now stood in the corner.

    Curiosity prickled under my skin, compelling. I padded across the floor, each step silent but intent. I hadn’t even registered moving until I was already in front of it, fingers ghosting over the edges like the desk might búrn me.

    Sketchbooks. Torn sheets. Pencils, worn down to stubs. An eraser smudged with graphite.

    He’d been drawing. That in itself wasn’t surprising—but the fact he never showed me his work? That was.

    He always said it wasn’t the time.

    Well, my time is now.

    My fingers hovered over the nearest sketchbook, itching to crack it open, just a peek. I told myself a little curiosity never hurt anyone. I told myself I’d always wanted to see what lived inside Dominic’s mind.

    But just as I slipped my fingers beneath the cover, I heard him behind me.

    “Snooping?”

    I froze.

    Why did I freeze?

    Maybe my brain thought if I went perfectly still, he wouldn’t see me. Like I was a child caught nicking biscuits.

    He stepped into view, holding two steaming mugs, the scent of coffee curling through the air. His gaze didn’t leave mine, not even as he placed the mugs gently on the desk.

    “You were definitely snooping.”

    “No, I wasn’t.”

    Why I lied, I don’t know. He clearly caught me red-handed.

    He gave a soft, theatrical hum. “I’m not the lawyer here, but I’m fairly certain that’s an offence.”

    “Not if you’re the one who kept me here.”

    “Kept?” His chuckle was warm with disbelief. “You make it sound like I locked you in.”

    “Same difference.”

    “No, it’s not.” He shook his head, amusement lingering in his eyes like smoke. “You’re the guilty party here.”

    “Alright, fine. Maybe I was snooping.” His eyes lit up with that maddeníng, knowing glint. Whiskey brown and wicked.

    “I just wanted to see them,” I added quietly.

    His smile—the one he only ever gave me—spread slowly across his face as he reached for the sketchbook and flipped it open.

    “Well… there you go.”

    It was me.

    My breath caught.

    A pencil drawing. My face. Just my head, but undeniably me. The softness in my features, the smile reaching all the way to my eyes. My hair was pulled into a ponytail, two defiant strands framing my face. It was dated… two months after we first got together.

    Something inside my chest pulled tight. My heart stuttered—unsure whether to race or stop altogether.

    Thank God it didn’t stop.

    My knees buckled slightly, and I gripped the desk to keep upright. The weight of the moment sat heavily on my chest.

    Dominic turned the page.

    Another sketch. Side profile. My hair down, a natural tumble of waves. I was grinning—so alive, so me. It was dated on our six-month anniversary. I remembered that day. Our dinner, the laughter, the look he gave me across the table like I was the only thing that existed.

    He turned the page again. Then again. And again.

    It was me on every one. Every sketch after our breakup… except one.

    Then came the surprise.

    It wasn’t me.

    It was Dynamite.

    A laugh escaped me, short and breathy. “Seriously?”

    “I know, right?” Dominic grinned. “He’s adorable.”

    Adorable and terrifyiñg. A fluffy múrder machine. That dog’s been trained like a blóody àssassin.

    “He is—when he wants to be.”

    “Exactly.” His voice was tinged with fondness. “Next one’s Dañger.” He flipped the page. “Would’ve been unfair not to draw her too.”

    “You’re right. It would’ve.”

    “Glad I did then.” He placed the sketchbook down. “The rest are still you. I did a couple of Rory and—”

    “Why?” I cut in.

    His brow furrowed. “Because I wanted to?”

    I swept a few strands of hair behind my ear. “No. I mean… why are they all out?”

    My gaze landed on a loose sheet. I turned it over—

    And forgot how to breathe.

    It was us. Unfinished. Beautiful and strange. Delicately chàotic. The kind of sketch that said more in its incompleteness than a finished one ever could.

    My fingers itched to see more. I reached for another.

    Another sketch. Us again. Half-formed, raw, aching.

    I didn’t speak for too long. I could feel the tension pouring off him—uncertainty mingling with the need to explain.

    I looked up and met his gaze. “Why are they all out?”

    “I was going to—”

    “What? Throw them away?” My voice cracked, traitorous.

    He shook his head. “I was going to keep them away.”

    Away?

    “What does that even mean?”

    “Away from me.”

    “Why?”

    “Because you’re leaving,” he said plainly. “And the less I see them, the easier it’ll be to move on. This time, properly.”

    The words sliced through me, sharp and cold.

    Move on.

    Is that what I wanted?

    Did I want him to forget me? Us? Did I want him to carry on like I was never part of him?

    No. Selfishly, bitterly, no.

    I wanted to linger in his thoughts. I wanted my name to echo through his mind even when he wished it wouldn’t.

    I wanted to be the only one he looked at like that—with fíre and devotion and wreckage all wrapped into one gaze. I wanted to be the one who unravelled him.

    I wanted his love. That devastatíng, soul-scàrring kind of love.

    He saw the truth before I could speak it. Stepped closer. A deliberate step into my space. “That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

    I didn’t answer.

    Another step. “You want me to move on? Forget you? Be with someone else?”

    A startled gasp tore itself from my throat the moment my back collided with the door—shut, though I hadn’t even realised it had been closed in the first place. Or perhaps it hadn’t been. There was no time to unravel the thought because Dominic was already upon me, pinning me with the full weight of his presence, eyes ablaze with every emotion I desperately wished to remain blind to.

    “That woman last night’s a rather good candidate, don’t you think?”

    Ràge. White-hot and unrelenting. It coursed through me, and while I would have loved to dismiss it as irrational, I knew exactly what it was.

    Jealousy.

    I raised my hands instinctively, wanting to push him away—needing to breathe air that wasn’t thick with his scent, heavy with his heat. My palms had only just met his chest when he caught both wrists with a single hand, forcing them above my head and pressing them to the wall.

    His grip wasn’t crúel, but it was commanding. Possessive.

    His eyes darkened further—burníng now, wild and húngry. And God help me, I felt every bit of it. Every raw pulse of desire that rippled off him.

    I wanted his mouth on mine. His hands roaming across places I’d only ever let him touch. I wanted the low, broken grunts of pleasure he gave me when I kissed every inch of him.

    Just like last night.

    “What?” he murmured, voice thick with want, deep and worn at the edges. “Don’t tell me you’re cross because I want to move on. Isn’t that what you’ll do once you’re back in China?”

    The infuriatingly handsome bastàrd gave me no room to respond, already pressing on.

    “I am curious, though. You said something last night, just before you passed out.”

    I did?

    He nodded, as though he’d plucked the question right out of my mind.

    “Want to know what it was?”

    I said nothing—just glared, jaw clenched.

    “You don’t?” he asked, mock surprise curling in his tone. Then he grinned, slow and wicked. “Well, I’ll tell you anyway.”

    Impatience surged through me like a storm swelling in the distance—tension crackling through the air, and he knew it. He fed off it.

    He leaned in, voice silken with cruél delight. “You, Genevieve, said that you. Love. Me.” He drew the words out, letting each syllable land like a blow. “And—” A completely unnecessary pause. “I just want to know if it’s true.”

    “Of course it’s not,” I spat, struggling against his grip, which remained firm but never bruising.

    “Hm. So you don’t have feelings for me?”

    “My feelings for you died the night you ended us, Dominic. Now let me go.”

    “No.”

    My brow arched. “No?”

    “Yes. I said no.”

    “They’re my bloody hands, give them back.” I yanked again, with more force this time, but still got nowhere—except a breathless grunt of frustration. “Dominic, let go.”

    “You know,” he said coolly, “you told me the opposite last night.”

    “Who cares? I was drunk.”

    “Me! I care!” The words cracked through the air, sharp and raw, his control fraying. “I blóody care.”

    “You’re four years too late.”

    That knocked the wind out of him. He exhaled, rough and uneven, before finally releasing my wrists. I staggered slightly, light-headed from the intensity of it all, but before I could take more than a single breath, his hands were on my face—gentle, trembling.

    His touch was reverent, and his eyes… his eyes were glassy. “Then give me a chance to make it right.”

    No.

    “Let me fix it,” he whispered.

    No.

    “One more chance, and I promise—” I winced. He faltered, his voice cracking on the word promise, the memory of every promise he’d ever broken hanging between us like ghosts. “I swear I’ll make it right.”

    A tear escaped him. Then another. And another. Each one fell silently, streaking down the face of the man I once thought incapable of paiñ.

    “Please?”

    “Dominic, I can’t—”

    “Please?”

    Dominic Morozov does not beg. Not in boardrooms. Not in back alleys. Not as the gentleman he pretends to be, nor as the rúthless Bràtva king he truly is.

    But here he was. Begging. For me. Because of me.

    And somehow, that húrt more than anything. And yet, filled me with the sick satisfaction that I got a man as powerful as that begging. 

    “A week.” My voice was foreign to my own ears—low, soft, fragile. “If you don’t change my mind by then, I’ll go back to China. And I swear to God, I’ll make sure we never cross paths again, even if it kílls me too.” 

    Dominic’s lips parted, but no words came. Just breath.

    “Even if it takes forever,” I went on, eyes stinging, “I’ll forget every part of you. I’ll erase everything. And—”

    I never got the chance to finish.

    His lips crashed onto mine, silencing me in the only way he knew how. 

    His kiss wasn’t gentle. It was desperate.

    A collision of mouths and memories. Of heartbreak and heat.

    He kissed me like a man unravelling, as if this was his last tether to something good in the world, and he was clinging for dear life. His hands were still on my face, trembling slightly, thumbs brushing my cheeks, his mouth moving against mine with an urgency that stole the breath straight from my lungs.

    I should’ve pushed him away.

    I should’ve turned my face, said something cutting, reminded him that he doesn’t have the right to do that. Not yet, at least. 

    But I didn’t.

    I kissed him back.

    Because for all the húrt and heartbreak, for all the years we’d spent apart pretending the other didn’t exist—this was still him. My Dominic. The man who used to make me laugh until my stomach ached. The man whose demóns never scared me. 

    His lips parted mine, his tongue sweeping in, coaxing, claiming, and I let him.

    The kiss turned slower, deeper. One of those ruinous kinds that left you dizzy, disarmed, and utterly undone. My hands, once free, slid into his hair, fingers curling there as I pulled him closer—because if we were going to fall apart all over again, then by God, I wanted to fall hard.

    His body pressed flush against mine now, heat pouring from him in waves, as though the years hadn’t cooled a dàmn thing between us. His scent clung to the air—spiced cologne and something dàrker underneath, something distinctly him, embedded in the very bones of this room that hadn’t changed in four blóody years.

    It still looked exactly the same. Same books on the shelf. Same stúpid grey throw at the end of the bed. Same shadows clinging to the corners where we used to talk in the dark, voices soft and limbs tangled. And the same dàmn sheets where he had once whispered he loved me.

    I pulled away just enough to breathe, our foreheads resting together, both of us panting like we’d run a marathon. My lips were swollen, heart thundering so loud I could feel the echo of it in my fingertips.

    My heart ached. God, it ached so much I nearly buckled beneath it. But I didn’t speak. I couldn’t. Not yet.

    Instead, I watched him. Watched every muscle in his face war between hope and devastation. Watched the man I love look at me like he loves me too. 

    TBC📖✍️

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    The Tormentor – Episode 1&2

     

    THE TORMENTOR  

    The Tormentor – Episode 1&2

     ( Blêed•For•Me, Ixora )

    Book 1 in the Mindfûck Trilogy

    by Naomi Cindy B.

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    [BEVERLY HILLS~RODEO DRIVE~CALIFORNIA]

    He’s back.

    Ixora’s palms were sweaty and clammy on her chocolate-coloured phone pouch as she scrolled through Cali news with shakiness, stalking every available blog for tidbits.

    Since she heard the news during lunch at school, her world has been spinning without a plan to stop.

    She’s currently sitting on her well-laid bed in her large, rich room, inside her mom’s mansion.

    Her mom’s mansion is one of the largest and tightly-protected house in Beverly Hills, but tonight, she couldn’t feel the protection.

    Breathing is even a problem as everything she’s seeing online gagged her and stole her air.

    Warren Creed is back from jail.

    Same guy she testified against three years ago for the sake of her best friend Evelyn.

    Just yesterday, it was found out that Evelyn had lied, and he was released without any punishment for Evelyn since she’s a rich bî+ch anyways, but Ixora knew something was coming.

    Warren wouldn’t just sit still after getting exonerated.

    It’s a rainy night, and the incessant thrum of the rain strokes against the glass of her open window synced with the uneven slams of her heart beneath her sternum.

    She spotted another news on a different blog, and as she read the writeup, she gulped.

    →”Warren Creed who was condemned to jail three years ago has been released today after it was revealed that Evelyn lied, and the law didn’t punish her? What the f+ck is wrong with Cali government!”

    Ixora dragged her comforter closer to herself, leaving the blog as a WhatsApp message popped up from Evelyn.

    Evelyn sent pictures of herself and Nadine — their third friend. They’re having fun at a drive-in cinema.

    Rage burned like sulphuric blaze in Ixora’s skull, and she spranged up from the bed, her foot landing hard on the cold floor.

    Evelyn has the nerves to have fun after ruining a guy’s life and even dragging her into it?

    Evelyn Ortega is a well-known brat, and how she became besties with her is still beyond her own knowledge, but what she didn’t expect is this level of wickedness.

    She pulled off her PJs and pants. She even forgot to wear another panty before putting on bum shorts and a big tee.

    She’s gonna go to that cinema and hurt Evelyn. Pin that.

    She wore a face cap on her blonde hair and didn’t even take a look at her pet fish in the glass aquarium as she went for the door.

    Immediately she opened it and saw the butlers and maids lining up in front of her room, she gasped in remembrance, shifting back and quickly shutting the door.

    Her mom grounded her yesterday after she got drunk at a school party, so she’s forbidden from going out at night till tomorrow, reason for the stupid butlers and maids.

    If she tries to leave, they’d drag her back inside, and even if she manages to escape them, there are securities surrounding the house.

    She went to her window, looking out to see the huge securities standing on every perimeter in the compound.

    But one thing is for sure, she has to leave this house tonight, so she must do something.

    An idea came to her mind, and she didn’t think it twice before sliding out through her window.

    Thankfully, there are pillars to skid through, and there are designed bricks to place her legs on as she skimmed the wall.

    Her eyes widened when her cap dropped from her head, falling down the securities angle.

    She stopped breathing as she peered down, thinking she got caught, but they didn’t even see the cap, so she bit slightly at her upper lip before continuing.

    Steady, steady, till she slipped into the shootout next to her room and breathed out in relief.

    She dusted her shirt and was about to go down the open stairs when the scornful voice spoke.

    “Ohhh, look who’s snooping around. I regret that my room is beside yours, otherwise you wouldn’t be using my shootout as your escape route” 

    Ixora smirked, her lids lifting as she turned around to see exactly who she expected.

    Serena, her cousin who stays in this mansion with them.

    Serena is an annoying pest, and it’s even more annoying that they attend the same college.

    She’s leaning on the rails, her wild eyes logged in on Ixora, and she’s wearing exactly what Ixora is wearing.

    Bum shorts, big tee, including the face cap. Only the colors are different.

    Ixora took quick steps to her and took the face cap from her head, wearing it instead.

    “I lost mine to the ground, figured out I could take yours” she smiled — an unfriendly one.

    Serena stepped closer too, so they’re right in front of each other. She’s taller, but Ixora is fleshier.

    “You might wanna see this” Serena suddenly shoved her phone screen at Ixora’s face, and what Ixora saw made her snatch the phone from her.

    It’s a picture of Kelsey—Serena’s bestie, going into her dad’s mansion.

    “What the f+ck is Kelsey going to do with my dad!” Ixora demanded impatiently.

    “What do you think?” Serena winked with sass, taking the phone from her.

    “You dumbo!” Ixora spat, rushing down the stairs while the echo of Serena’s laughter followed her like a shadow.

    Ixora totally forgot about the pouring rain till she got to the base of the stairs and the rain began beating her, but she didn’t care.

    She needs to go to her dad’s mansion first to stop Kelsey.

    If Kelsey f+cks her dad, she’d legit be pained, so she quickened her steps, the rainwater gumming the strands of her hair on her shoulder.

    Thankfully, there are no securities in this side of the compound cos Serena once poured hot water on one of them, so she freely walked to the fence.

    She struggled to lift herself over the top, and she had no idea how tall the fence was till she got to the top and felt like she’s on a skyscraper.

    It was her alone against the rain as she began struggling to jump down too, but surprisingly, someone held her from the other side, carrying her down gently.

    It’s Romeo, her driver and bodyguard who happens to be attending the same college with her too.

    “Romeo? You already went home after dropping me earlier” she said surprisingly.

    The fox-eyed guy bowed a little, then he unfolded his black umbrella and covered her with it, leaving himself to keep getting soaked in the rain.

    “The repair shop called that your  Cadillac repair was done, so I brought it” he said, pointing at the red car in front of the gate.

    “And you came in the rain? You could have waited till tomorrow morning” she said, wanting to touch his wet sleeves, but he slightly shifted back from her hand, making her drop it.

    “Are you going somewhere?” He asked immediately.

    “Good thing you came, take me to my dad’s” she replied, walking to the Cadillac already. He followed, opening the door for her.

    She got in the backseat, and he carefully shut the door, getting in to start the drive.

    Fog clouded the streets, making it hard to see clearly as the rain eventually turned to drizzle, spraying the windscreen, but Romeo still drove through it.

    He drives as though he was born with a wheel in hand, making sure she felt no discomfort.

    The chill night air thorned at Ixora’s skin, reminding her that she should have worn a cardigan, but how would she even remember when crazy things are happening tonight.

    Her parents divorced last year, and when the lawyer asked who she’d like to stay with, she chose her mum for a personal reason.

    And this bî+chy Kelsey? Apart from being Serena’s bestie, she was also Warren’s girlfriend before he went to jail, and since he went to jail, Kelsey made it her job to steal every guy she likes, in and out of school.

    She takes them all, and now it’s her dad? Over her fuckin dead body.

    Romeo pulled up in front of another enormous mansion after a fifteen minutes drive, and she literally jumped out of the car, not bothering to take the umbrella with her.

    The doorman opened the small gate, and she ran in.

    Both parents are madly rich, so needless to say…this mansion smells like money, too. Just like her mum’s.

    She rushed up the light-steps stairs, barging straight into her father’s room.

    It’s damn true.

    Kelsey is sitting on her father’s bed, already stripping, while her father — Rafael, is just coming out of the bathroom in his towel only.

    “Xora” Rafael called shockingly, but she’s not even looking his way.

    Ixora went straight to Kelsey who’s smiling with taunt. She grabbed her arm and began trying to pull her away from the bed.

    “Let go of me!” Kelsey dragged back.

    “Xora!” Rafael shouted, and Ixora faced him in anger, her pretty eyes now furious.

    “You’re really gonna f+ck her? She’s my school mate, Serena’s bestie!” 

    “What!” Rafael gasped shockingly again.

    Shock number two.

    “You sent my boyfriend to jail so it’s only right to do all I can to hurt you. F+ckin your father is just the start. I’ll get pregnant for him and you’d call me stepmother!” Kelsey yapped.

    “I didn’t send your boyfriend to jail, it was Evelyn, everyone knows!” Ixora gnarled.

    “Yeah but you helped her to testify! You said it in court that day that you saw him doing the murder! Your fake testimony was the main reason my baby was jailed!” Kelsey slammed.

    “And now he’s out, why don’t you just stop this effing shit?” Ixora replied hotly, her ears reddening.

    “After suffering behind bars for three years? After you and Evelyn destroyed everything about him? Look, we’re only just starting, and you better be ready for me” Kelsey replied, pulling back the straps of her see-through gown before taking her bag.

    She faced Ixora whose face already turned red together with her ears.

    “I’m gonna f+ck your dad, Ixora. I mean it” she pointed a finger at her face before exiting the room.

    Ixora stood still for seconds, the stinging words echoing in her head before she finally faced Rafael who’s still looking speechless.

    “Xora, trust me I didn’t know she was your scho—”

    “Now I know the reason why mum divorced you” she cut him off coldly, and he went silent guiltily.

    “I hate you Rafael!!” She shouted, rushing out.

    “Xora!” Rafael ran after her, but she was already out.

    She got back in the car with Romeo outside.

    “The drive-in cinema” she said, and Romeo moved the car.

    “Xora!!” Rafael’s voice followed yhr car as he hollered, but she shut her eyes, fingering her wet strands of hair.

    Romeo looked at her closed eyes through the mirror for a while before focusing back on the road.

    [Satan’s Heirs Hideaway]

    It’s an hideaway because it’s where they live — guys who already gave their souls to the devil FOR FREE.

    They’re not the only ones who call themselves Satan’s Heirs, everyone else does cos they really are.

    They’re sons’ of important, rich families in this city, and at the same time, they’re the most notorious males existing.

    Some call them the antichrist, some call them the wolves.

    Any bad name you come up with belongs to them, they eat it all up.

    They’re Warren’s friends before he went to jail, and they still are. Their bond is too strong to be broken.

    The three of them are in different spots in the devilishly designed house. Wallpapers of burning humans, skulls and bones, black mamba snakes and black money shades are hanging around.

    The ceiling design is transparent too, radiating the 3D projection of a thick, black forest.

    The lights in the house is rotating from purple to green to red to blue.

    Smokes rose to the stiff air from a marijuana kettle on a black table, and the whole house smells like it.

    Capri…the silent devil is on the couch, his ringed face hidden behind a magazine as he slumbered.

    Ashton…the pop-god is sitting not far from him with a lollipop stick in his mouth.

    His pops are specially made, soaked in marijuana from the manufacturing industry, so he’s always high, and his tongue is always coloured.

    Konstantin, the Russian in the group who’s the angry bird is just coming down on the snake-like stairs, his hair falling over his hazel eyes.

    Pretty eyes, heartless chest.

    Everyone of them feeds on chaos, they breath in darkness and anarchy.

    “He’s here” Konstantin announced in a ringing voice which resonated.

    Capri removed the porn magazine from his face and stood with Ashton at the same time.

    The door opened, and the long-awaited member walked in, freezing the already cold air.

    He’s wearing a matte black hoodie and madly ripped jeans.

    The hoodie covered his head, up to his eyes, to half of his face.

    The only thing visible is his pink, pale lips. There’s a bird on his left shoulder though… A white dove.

    Even from a short distance, he looks dead. Nothing is alive inside of him, and it shows.

    His jaws tightened as the three walked up to him.

    “Welcome back to the outside world, War” Capri patted him.

    “Where were you? The motherfuckin cops released you since 10am and you refused to let us come pick you up” Ashton said, patting him too.

    “Had to settle some personal scores” Warren replied curtly, his voice too, too deep.

    “What personal scores?” Konstantin demanded instantly.

    “Leave it that way, Konstant.” Warren replied, a clear tell-off which made Konstantin simper.

    “My surveillance cameras says Evelyn Ortega is at the drive-in cinema, and Ixora Rhodes is on her way to meet her” Capri read out from his phone.

    “Shall we go burst a skull?” Konstantin said, his eyes shinning with mad interest.

    “Or two” Ashton added, same freak in his abnormal eyes.

    “Or four?” Warren’s lips spoke.

    “You mean we’re including her divorced parents? Can this night get any fuckin better?” Konstantin smirked.

    “Delicious” Capri muttered, cracking his fingers.

    Warren led the way out of the hideaway, and they followed.

    [Drive-in Cinema]

    The drizzle already stopped when Romeo arrived.

    He found a good spot to park in, and Ixora stepped out, searching Evelyn’s car with her eyes.

    Evelyn drives a yellow sports car whenever she’s out at night like this, so she began looking for yellow among the numerous cars.

    There are so many cars tonight, mainly because the movie showing is the London remake of culpa mia.

    Ixora was about to dive deeper when Romeo came out of the car and covered her with a dry, warm coat.

    “I don’t need it, thanks anyways” she told him, returning it before going deeper into the place, the sound of the onscreen movie clattering at the back of her mind.

    She came here with Evelyn and Nadine several times before, and she knows Evelyn loves parking at the middle since she’s an attention whore, so she went to the middle space.

    It wasn’t hard to find Evelyn’s yellow glittering car, and she rushed over, opening the door to peep in.

    “Xoxo!” Nadine squealed.

    “I knew you’d come after seeing the pictures” Evelyn chuckled. “Where did you park your car?”

    “For real? You lied and sent him to jail, and the truth came out just yesterday. He was released today and you weren’t punished cos you’re from the oh-so-great Ortega family, and you’re here seeing a movie? Have you no conscience?” Ixora said, her anger showing through the sharpness of every word.

    “Wait…you came here to say this?” Evelyn came out of the car, her crop top barely covering her bra.

    “We should go beg, at least.” Ixora said, and Evelyn gasped, swinging her yellow iphone.

    “Beg? Me? Evelyn Ortega? What do you think the media would say about that? So what if he spent three years in jail?” She arrogantly snickered.

    “The f+ck?” Ixora came closer.

    “I said what I said! He turned me down when I humbly asked him out. How dare he? Cos he’s hot? Well I’m hot too and every guy in this city wants my number so he should have thought twice before saying no to me! The three years in jail is for turning me down so I say he deserves it” Evelyn replied remorselessly.

    Ixora’s anger ballooned at every word that came out of Evelyn’s mouth, so much that she couldn’t contain it.

    She slapped her hard on the left cheek, and Evelyn staggered on the car window, her eyes dilated.

    Nadine quicky got down from the car, getting between them.

    “Girls, please. Not here” she said, trying to make peace.

    “Xoxo, you slapped me?” Evelyn gasped again, still holding her red cheek in disbelief as the sting multiplied.

    “Yes I did! Are you insane? You dragged me into it remember? You made me testify falsely against the innocent guy you idiot! And you aren’t even feeling any remorse? You’re a bî+ch, girl!” Ixora snapped.

    “If I ever beg that guy, then I’m not Evelyn Ortega, and for this slap? You’ll pay tenfold!” Evelyn smacked, rushing out of the place.

    The rain started again like it has planned to ruin all tonight.

    “Calm down, girl” Nadine faced Ixora.

    “Calm down? Don’t do that” Ixora glared, adjusting her face cap before going after Evelyn.

    Nadine also went after her, and Romeo came out of the car, following them too.

    Evelyn was already walking towards the road, and Ixora had to walk faster

    “Evelyn stop right there! Evelyn!!” 

    “After slapping me? You better get off my back!” Evelyn shot back.

    “Evie!!” Ixora yelled the short form of her name.

    “That won’t work, I said stop following me!” Evelyn yelled back, crossing the road already.

    Ixora ran faster, and she was about to enter the wet road with her when it happened.

    A jalopy car whose driver has lost control of it’s wheel entered the road like a drunk, and it felt like a dream as it drove into Evelyn.

    Ixora froze up as she watched Evelyn’s body roll down the road, her blood flowing on the sleek asphalt.

    “Evelyn!!!!” She screamed in unison with Nadine.

    “Darn it” Romeo muttered, running into the road as the jalopy driver came out, crying when he saw who he had hit.

    Evelyn Ortega is not to be messed with, the richest girl in this city for the matter.

    Nadine rushed into the road too, but Ixora? She’s still rooted on her spot, still feeling like it’s a dream.

    It’s not real.

    That’s not Evelyn on the road, is she?

    The collective honks of cars and bikes  penetrated into her ear in a cacophonic tune, and that alerted her

    It’s real! She’s not dreaming.

    “No” she muttered and was about to run into the road too when something perched on her shoulder.

    Her steps faltered, and her bones emptied out their marrow as she looked up to see a dove, holding a paper on it’s beak.

    The dove dropped the paper, and it fell in Ixora’s palm before the bird flew away.

    The rain got heavier, pounding the shell of her ears as she looked down at the paper.

    Rainwater is starting to wash away the black ink, so it’s crawling around the white spaces, but she can still see what’s written in it.

    “DO YOU KNOW HOW TO CRY BLOOD? YOU SHOULD LEARN IF YOU DON’T. YOU’LL NEED IT, LITTLE LIAR”

    Raw fear licked her neck, and rain strokes finally tore the note apart in her palm, spreading the tatters at her feet.

    The rainwater entered her mouth, and it suddenly tastes very hot like a boiling threat, a confirmation that she’s about to be cooked.

    A Bugatti Divo is on that same road, opposite her, and the windows are down, showcasing the four.

    Particularly, Warren is at the driver’s seat, his long fingers drumming ominously on the steering as the dove came back to perch on the car roof.

    His lifeless eyes are on Ixora who’s still standing there like she just got her death sentence.

    “The jalopy driver has to die. He had no damn right to kill her when she’s ours to kill” Konstantin muttered furiously.

    “Her partner is still alive, do the calms” Ashton replied beside him, looking at Ixora hatefully as he crushed his pop in his mouth.

    They’re both seated at the backseat.

    Capri is beside Warren in the front seat. He’s silent, but the hate in his eyes for Ixora is overweigh.

    Warren’s lips pressed to a thin line when Ixora turned around, and their eyes met with an electric impact — like two naked wires.

    Her eyes widened.

    He could nearly hear her rapid, scared heartbeats despite the distance between them.

    That’s right, she should be scared.

    The pouring rain is a witness to this insanity that’s about to begin.

    Now that Evelyn — the main culprit, is gone, he’d have fun making Ixora’s life a reference to pains and strife.

    Oh… How sweetly wicked are his plans for her.

    She’d cry like a child, 

    She’d beg like a starving dog,

    And He. Won’t. F+ckin. Listen.

    TBC.

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  • Insatiable Cravings – Episode 94

    Insatiable Cravings – Episode 94

     

     

    INSATIABLE CRAVINGS

    Insatiable Cravings – Episode 94

    Subtitle; {Loving You Is A Loosing Game} 

    TAGS: Age-gap, Mafia, Forbidden Love, Drama, Tragedy and Betrayal.

    Settings: United Kingdom, Russia and others.

    By: Chukwuma Rejoice 

    ★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★

    ~ Dominic ~

    The expression on her face had been a riddle wrapped in shadows, yet the unmistakable glow of boredom flickered in her eyes, as if she would rather have been anywhere but here—here with me.  

    It infuriated me that she was not the Genevieve I once knew. Back then, I could decipher her thoughts with a mere glance. Now, no matter how deeply I searched her eyes, all I found was that same tired disinterest, a chilling nonchalance that sliced through me.  

    It had been exhaustingly paínful, and it had only been two days.  

    I shifted my gaze from the heavy door my sister had just gone through to Genevieve, only to find her rolling her eyes and reaching for her tablet.  

    “I apologize on her behalf for touching your…”  

    She whipped her head up, cutting me off. “It’s fine.” The words came out almost like a snap. Then, with an effort, she plastered a smile onto her face. “It’s totally fine.”  

    Yeah, by her strained, forced tone, she didn’t sound fine at all. She had never been known to fake her feelings, but now she was doing it for me—all in the name of professionalism.  

    F+ck professionalism.  

    I slowly nodded and decided to speak the next words that came to my mind. “She is my…”  

    “Mr. Morozov,” she interjected, her tone firm yet surprisingly calm. “I don’t care about what goes on in your life. So, with all due respect, don’t. I’d prefer being spared the details.”  

    I could have pretended her first twelve words didn’t húrt, as if they hadn’t shót straight into my heart like an arrow, leaving a gaping hole for the melancholic mónster to dwell within. I could have concealed the expression that crept onto my face, perhaps masked my emotions long enough for her not to notice. But it was too late—I had already shown my pàin, and she had seen it.  

    And she didn’t give a dàmn, because her eyes betrayed not a hint of concern, nor did her expression flicker with any sign of empathy. And I couldn’t really blame her.  

    “I think there is a misunderstanding.”  

    The way she had seen Aurora and me was misleading to someone unaware of our relationship. She just happened to fall into the category of those who didn’t know I had a sister.  

    Except, in truth, I suspected she already did.  

    Genevieve tilted her head, feigning interest that was obviously insincere. “You do?”  

    Even though I recognized her curiosity was fabricated, a fóolish part of me still wanted her to understand me, just this once, even if I didn’t deserve it.  

    I was willing to play the dévil in her story, but not if it meant misunderstandings would cloud her judgment of me.  

    “Yeah. You’re misunderstanding me,” I replied, instinctively stepping two paces closer.  

    She noticed my movement and paused, her silence stretching between us. Perhaps the distance still felt too significant, or maybe she just didn’t care.  

    “Am I?”  

    Even a five-month-old baby could discern the heavy sarcasm in her tone.  

    “Yes.”  

    “Hmm, really?”  

    She did it again.  

    “Can you stop?”  

    For an instant, Genevieve appeared utterly confused, and then, to my surprise, she laughed—a sound that rang with unmistakable mockery. “Stop what?”  

    I couldn’t fathom why I was surprised; I knew exactly who I was dealing with. The woman standing before me wasn’t my Vixen, my Love, or Baby; she was Genevieve King.  

    And she had chosen to tortúre me with her relentless coldness and indifference.  

    Annoyance, which I knew I shouldn’t feel, began to pulse through my veins. My trembling fingers instinctively raked through my hair before they found their way into my pockets—all ten of them. “That,” I blurted out, frustration leaking from my voice.  

    Well done, Dominic. Just rúin it further.  

    She remained unimpressed, visibly bored by my presence. A tired sigh escaped my lips, and I spoke again, calmer this time. “Stop giving me two-word replies. And stop being like that.”  

    A thought flickered in my mind: Would she make another snarky retort? However, to my astonishment, she responded with words even more húrtful.  

    “You’re not in a position to request that of me.”  

    They say to be careful what you wish for. Well, I had learned my lesson.  

    Her slender fingers brushed through her long, silky hair before she added, “And the only thing I am being is professional. Unlike you, I don’t have multiple lovers in my workplace.”  

    Dumbfounded, I repeated her words as if they hadn’t quite registered. “Lovers?” I scoffed. “You think they are my lovers?”  

    It didn’t matter that I had kissed Lovelyn that one time; the thought of being in a romantic relationship with her was utterly nauseating. As for Aurora, she was my biological sister—quite the opposite of lover.  

    I understood this, they understood this, but the one person I wished to grasp the truth was completely in the dark and didn’t want to be illuminated.  

    If I said, “That is the reason she’s behaving cold and somewhat rude to Love,” would I sound insàne? 

    “Like I said before, I have no interest in your life,” she replied.  

    “You sure seem like you do.”  

    “I don’t envy your high levels of delusion.”  

    My brows furrowed, and my tongue felt heavy, rendering me unable to utter another word in her direction. “Have a great rest of your day, Mr. Morozov. I will take my leave.”  Her voice was clipped, final. A dismissal.

    But when she turned toward the door, my body acted before my mind could catch up. My hand shot out, fingers locking around her wrist. The second my skin touched hers, she wrenched herself free as if my touch burned, recoiling with such force one would think it physically húrt her.

    She spun to face me, and the moment our eyes met, the air in the room changed. Her gaze—icy, bottomless, and as rúthless as the Atlantic on a stormy night—clashed against mine. It was bone-chillingly glacial, yet it seared where it landed, branding me in its silent fury.

    “This will be the last time you touch me.”

    A warning. A promise.

    I had no idea why I ever believed I could endure Genevieve’s presence—so close, yet untouchable. The sheer indifference in her posture, the way she carried herself as though I were no more than a stranger in her world, was uncanny. Unfairly paiñful.

    I can’t do this.

    I won’t be able to resist the pull, the instinct to reach for her, to close the impossible distance between us for an entire month. I’d rather be waterboardéd.

    Héll, it feels like I am.

    I was drowning beneath her stare, suffócating in the weight of everything unspoken between us. My lungs burnéd with the effort to draw breath, yet air refused to come.

    “Is that clear, Mr. Morozov?”

    Her voice—hard, controlled—was laced with something I couldn’t name. Resentment? Exhaustion? A test of my willpower?

    Silence was my only answer, and she didn’t like that.

    “I know for a fact I didn’t just speak in a foreign language,” she pressed, her tone sharpening. “So be kind enough to indicate that my warning was heard, understood, and will not fall on deaf ears.”

    She was saying everything but what I wanted to hear. And yet, I wished she would stop. Wished she knew what she was doing to me.

    I swallowed hard. “I’m sorry.”

    It was barely a whisper, my voice raw, unrecognizable even to myself.

    And I didn’t know which I was apologizing for—touching her without permission, or being the reason we were here in the first place.

    “I don’t need your apology,” she countered, her expression unmoved. “I need you not to do it again.”

    “Understood.”

    Genevieve’s eyes flickered with doubt. Her raised brows told me she didn’t believe me.

    “I promise.”

    A scoff.

    A slow, humorless smirk.

    “Of course you do.”

    The sarcasm was deliberate, slicing clean through my chest.

    “What’s that supposed to mean?”

    “It means”—she stepped forward, her gaze nailing me in place—”I’m curious how long it will take you to break this one.”

    Forty-nine seconds.

    That was how long it took for the meaning of her words to fully register.

    And when it did, it felt like a live wire had been pressed against my ribs, a sharp bolt of electricity streaking straight through my heart.

    I was left stunned, rooted in place as she shook her head at me, then turned and walked out of my office without looking back.

    She hàtes me for breaking the promises I made to her.

    I hàte myself for giving her a reason to.

    Because that was the very thing I was afraid of.

    And yet, I can’t help but wonder—how much deeper will that hatréd run when she discovers the one truth I never want her to know?

                                      ✷✷✷✷

    Three days.

    Three days of trying to get Genevieve to acknowledge me. Three days of attempting to talk to her, only to be met with sharp retorts about professionalism. Three days of searching for something—anything—to remind her that we once meant something to each other.

    Three days of failing. Miserably.

    She hàtes me. And she lóathes working for me even more.

    I can’t seem to do anything right anymore.

    The moment she stepped back into my life, my sanity unraveled, slipping through my fingers like sand.

    I can’t think straight.

    My eyes track her every movement, desperate for a flicker of recognition, while she avoids mine as if I don’t exist beyond the necessities of our work.

    She only speaks to me when she needs an answer about the project, only looks at me when seeking approval.

    That’s all.

    And in those brief moments when our eyes lock, hers remain vacant. A blank canvas. Unreadable. Indifferent.

    It’s killìng me.

    Slowly. Painfùlly.

    They say words are like kníves, capable of cutting deep and leaving scars.

    But no one ever warns you about the agóny of being invisible to the person your heart still bleéds for. No one tells you how it feels to be looked at like you don’t matter.

    Like you never did.

    And God, does it húrt.

    It’s the kind of pàin that crushes your chest, shatters your ribs, and leaves your heart to be trampled underfoot—only to be shoved back into place, still beating, still aching.

    And somehow, I know this is just the beginning. 

    But whatever happened, happened. It would be her decision to make—whatever unfolded in this tangled, complicated mess of a relationship.

    Genevieve was downstairs, overseeing the renovation with the same sharp focus I remembered so well. Her team moved quickly, almost effortlessly, under her direction. Efficiency at its finest. I had to admit, Rory had been right when she recommended Genora Designs. They were the best at what they did.

    I understood why my sister had done it—why she had insisted on this company. What I didn’t understand was why now.

    Genevieve King was happy. At least, that was the story she told. She didn’t need me. She didn’t want me.

    My sister, however, refused to believe that. She was convinced Genevieve was putting on a show, that her so-called happiness was nothing more than a carefully crafted illusion.

    I didn’t buy it. 

    Not when she was here every day. Not when she avoided my gaze with calculated coldness. Not when her presence lingered in my space, deliberate yet distant.

    I exhaled a slow, controlled breath, rising to my feet. My body moved on instinct, drawn toward her like a starving man chasing the scent of something he’d never taste again.

    And then I saw her.

    She stood there in a deep red turtleneck, the color hugging her like an unspoken promise. Black fitted jeans molded to her frame, boots anchoring her to the ground in a way I no longer could.

    God, I missed seeing her like this.

    A smile tugged at my lips—hesitant, fleeting. A moment of stolen warmth.

    Until my gaze shifted.

    To him.

    Liam.

    Fuckíng Liam.

    A wildfiré of ràge ignited in my veins, scorching through me with brutàl intensity. My fists clenched at my sides, nails digging into my palms. It did nothing to ground me.

    Her laughter.

    It echoed—light, genuine, carefree—twisting like a blàde between my ribs. It wasn’t forced. It wasn’t polite. It was real.

    She was laughing with him.

    Why?

    How the héll could she smile like that, so big, so effortlessly, while I stood there suffocatíng under the weight of everything we had been?

    And why did it feel like my chest was caving in?

    Then Liam looked up. Green eyes met mine, sharp and knowing.

    The first flicker of emotion? Anger.

    Then—indifference.

    And then, just before the final blow—a victorious gleam.

    And a goddamnéd smirk.

    Genevieve noticed. She turned, her gaze snapping to me like she already knew what she would see. And just like that, her smile vanished.

    Gone.

    Wiped from her face as if I had never had the right to witness it in the first place.

    Exactly how much did she hàte me?

    TBC📖✍️

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  • Nonye – Episode 20

    Nonye – Episode 20

       

     NONYE


    Nonye – Episode 20

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    Let’s go back to the very begining when I began my story and journey 
    I understand it seems confusing for you but I couldn’t find a better way to start it.
    And that’s why I have decided to revisit the beginning again, so you will get to understand my whole ordeal.
    Let’s go back a little again 
    *******************
    Today, Sunday, the Lord’s Day, I stood at the altar, leading praise and worship. I’d wanted to dodge the task, but our choir mistress had seen right through me. With no valid excuse, I accepted my fate, my mind wandered to the depression I’ve been feeling lately. The weight of my emotions became unbearable and I couldn’t resist the thought going through my mind.
    “If only suicide were permitted by God, I would have found freedom by now, and since mμrder is also a cr!minal offence, I’m trapped in suffering, If God answers prayer quickly as people claim, I would have escape this miserable life. A life unappreciated shouldn’t be lived nor a life filled with bondage, grief and sorrow.”
    .
    “Praise the Lord, church,’ I began. ‘If you’re happy to be in God’s presence, wave your hands in appreciation”  My mind, however, was elsewhere consumed by dark thoughts of escape, mμrder, or sμ!cide. A gentle tap from a backup singer snapped me back to reality.
    Frozen, I dropped the microphone and rushed to the church toilet, overwhelmed. Tears flowed freely as I whispered, ‘God, help me, the weight is too much”. A knock on the door broke the silence.
    ‘Nonye”, are you okay?’ Faith asked, concern etched in her voice. I hesitated, unsure how to respond.”
    I washed my face and returned to church with Faith, who persisted in asking what was wrong. 
    “Nonye, your face says otherwise,’ she said. I reassured her I was fine, and we entered the churche
    As I scanned through the congregation what I’ve been avoiding came happening, our eyes met, and I felt an unexplainable rush of emotions. I managed to compose myself for the rest of the service. After the benediction, I sought a quick escape to avoid questions.
    “Chinonye, our choir mistress called me. Aside my parents who calls me by my full name, she is the only one who calls me that way in church. Others address me as “Nonye”. according to her she believed calling the name in full makes it more meaningful and understandable, meanwhile, the name is  being interpreted “God be with me”.
     ‘Yes, ma, good afternoon,’ I replied, forcing a smile.
    ‘What happened this morning was unexpected. You’ve been acting strangely…are you okay?’ she asked, her concern turning stern. ‘I hope all is well’ she continued. I considered opening up but hesitated. 
    ” Not at all ma, just feeling feverish, ma”. I said.
    “Sorry dear, hope you’ve tried taking drugs, by the way, your parents didn’t attend today’s service which is unusual of them, is everything all right? she asked
    “All is well ma, they attended a family gathering,’ I explained.
    “Oh! alright then, do takecare of yourself and remember who you are. OK?” she advice’s
    “Yes ma”…I replied
    “Trust you my dear….she said and that last part brought back my thought.
    “hope I don’t get to disappoint this woman”. I turned to leave and on getting home, there I met him standing by the gate.
    This was like the beginning of the end.
    (Do not take credit or Plagiarize AMAH’S HEART stories)
  • Insatiable Cravings – Episode 93

    Insatiable Cravings – Episode 93

     

     

    INSATIABLE CRAVINGS

    Insatiable Cravings – Episode 93

    Subtitle; {Loving You Is A Loosing Game} 

    TAGS: Age-gap, Mafia, Forbidden Love, Drama, Tragedy and Betrayal.

    Settings: United Kingdom, Russia and others.

    By: Chukwuma Rejoice 

    ★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★

    ~ Genevieve ~

    Oh, this is undoubtedly a dréadful, hórrific idea. I shall have a word with Cora when I return to China for sending me on this perilóus mission. 

    “It will be fine,” she declared. Fine, my foot. This situation is anything but fine. However, panicking is overrated, so I steadied myself and attempted to appear composed in the lift when all I truly wished for at that moment was to give him a sharp slap for nearly ruiníng my life and simultaneously run my fingers through his now long hair. 

    I know; it’s complicated. 

    I was managing well until I laid eyes on her—the girl he kissed four years ago. I wouldn’t have recognised her if not for the sound of her voice. 

    “Dominic,” she shrieked, her tone reminiscent of an excitable teenager. 

    It was infuriating to witness the soft smile that unfurled on his face upon seeing her. It was as if she were the very axis upon which his world spun. 

    She, too, wore an equally bright smile—until she spotted me. Her grin vanished in an instant, and perhaps it was just my imagination, but I detected a fleeting flicker of recognition in her eyes. 

    Being here, so close to him, was already a thorn in my side. Now, I would have to endure a month of watching these two exchange smiles and glances. 

    And no, this is not me being bitter. 

    I am simply bored. If only I could vanish right now, I would be most grateful. 

    “Love,” I froze at that moment, returning my gaze to him, utterly astonished that he had just addressed her thus. “This is Genevieve.” He paused, then continued moments later, “She’s going to be in charge of the renovations.” 

    He didn’t even bother to introduce her to me. Not that I wished for the introduction; it’s just common courtesy. 

    There was a brief silence, and that was because ‘Love’ was taking her time to scan me from top to bottom. I think she had her fill, as she soon beamed a smile so phoney it could be seen from a hundred feet away. “Oh. That Genevieve.” 

    I was tempted to ask, “Which Genevieve?” but decided it was futile to prolong this exchange, particularly when I needed it to conclude before I exploded with ràge. 

    “Hey.” She added, a disingenuous sweetness lacing her tone. 

    “Hi,” I replied, hoping the politeness in my voice would be convincing enough to make her believe I was oblivious to how artificial her smile truly was. 

    “See you later, Love,” he muttered under his breath, as though he intended only for her to hear, and strode into his office. 

    The same office where we shared so many cherished memories—or at least, I thought they were cherished. I didn’t allow my gaze to wander around the familiar corners of the room; I needed to shield my heart from the onslaught of nostalgia. 

    It wasn’t easy. 

    I spent an excruciatingly long time—far too long for my liking—in his presence. Although it was less than ten minutes, it felt like an eternity, and I détested it with a passion that could ignite a firé within me. 

    At last, I managed to leave, only for ‘Love’ to clear her throat as I attempted to walk past her. I didn’t want to stop, but my feet seemed to have a mind of their own. 

    “I never thought I’d see you in person,” she said, her tone laden with implications I would rather remain ignorant of. 

    I allowed my lips to stretch into a deceítful smile and turned to face her. “I don’t recall ever seeing you, either directly or indirectly, nor being mentioned in any conversation.” 

    She laughed. 

    Yes, you heard correctly. 

    She actually laughed as if I had just delivered a brilliant jest. “It’s quite the opposite for me.” 

    “Is it?” 

    I couldn’t help but wonder what he had shared with her. Did he mention how terríble a jérk he had been for breaking up with me in such a callous manner? Did he tell her how utterly heartless it was for him to toy with my emotions for all those years, or perhaps about the file containing my family’s details on his laptop? 

    Or maybe he regaled her with tales of how I had been foólish enough to fall for it all and how much he relished playing games with my heart. 

    “You were spoken of so often that it became rather tiresome. Imagine hearing about someone who isn’t present; it’s infuriatingly annoying. It was ear-biting.” 

    It truly was, you know, listening to her prattle on. 

    “Am…” I feigned confusion, adding a slight stutter for effect. “Am I supposed to, I don’t know, apologise?” 

    “An apology would do no good,” she replied, her tone dismissive, as if the matter were beneath her.

    “Then, I wonder why you keep persisting with this conversation,” I retorted, feeling the irritation bubbling just beneath the surface. 

    A flicker of something crossed her eyes—perhaps a hint of annoyance, or maybe it was just my imagination. I didn’t linger long enough to decipher it; I simply wanted to escape this encounter. “Ah, apologies. I didn’t realise I was monopolising your time,” she said, her voice dripping with faux sweetness. 

    “Glad you’ve come to that realisation,” I responded, forcing a bright smile as I turned to make my exit, when suddenly a thought struck me. “Oh, shít.” A low mutter escaped my lips as I pivoted back towards his office. 

    I hadn’t gathered his preferences for the designs. I had simply shown him my previous works. 

    How unprofessional is that, on a scale of one to ten? 

    He looked half surprised and half amused when I strode back in. “Did you forget something?” 

    Yes, my ability to think straight. 

    However, I kept that to myself. Instead, I nodded and said, “Your preferences—I didn’t take them. Are you free at the moment?” 

    My patience was wearing thin, draining faster than I had anticipated. He glanced down at his laptop, and I rolled my eyes in exasperation. When he looked back up at me, he nodded. 

    “Yes.” 

    Splendid! 

    It was sarcasm, of course; there’s no rule against being sardonic in my head. 

    We proceeded to discuss everything needed—his likes and dislikes, how he envisioned the renovations. It lasted two entire hours. 

    Yes, I spent over two hours, in addition to the earlier seven or eight minutes, with my ex; thanks a lot, Cora. 

    However long it was, I was immensely relieved that he maintained a semblance of professionalism throughout. Although, I noticed far more surprise and shock on his face than any understanding. 

    We did it, though, and I was ready to go. I rose, elated to leave this place that held so many hauntéd memories I would rather not revisit. 

    Memories that made my heart ache had no place in my head. 

    “So, that is all,” I said, forcing a smile that I wore only because of the one and only Cora Song, the person I once thought liked me. “Goodbye.” 

    His expression fell, turning pale in an instant. His lips parted as if he was about to say something, but then he changed his mind. 

    •• 

    The rest of the day passed in a blur—a rather eventful blur, if I may add. I went over to Jules’ place, and there, I didn’t have to fake my smiles. 

    It had been almost two years since we had seen each other face-to-face, and I missed her so, so, so very much. 

    My best friend, Jules, who now lived with her fiancé, Alessio, squealed loud enough to echo in the hallway when she saw me at the door. Then she proceeded to squeeze the living daylights out of me in a hug that I wholeheartedly returned. 

    With her, my smiles were genuine. There was absolutely nothing I would hide from her; even if I felt sadness creeping in, she wouldn’t allow it. 

    “I can’t believe you came back without telling me,” she said, giving me a playful slap on the shoulder after ushering me inside. 

    “Hello, that’s why it’s called a surprise, Mrs Knight.” Her cheeks flushed a delightful crimson. “What? You’d best get used to it.” 

    Then, we talked and talked about everything under the moon until Alessio came home. He looked pleasantly surprised to see me, so mission accomplished. 

    We couldn’t chat much because it was apparently his turn to make dinner, so he disappeared into the kitchen after giving Jules a soft peck on the cheek. 

    They were the cutest couple ever, I swear. 

    They insisted I have dinner with them while we chatted about everything under the sun. It was delightful, but I had to leave because I hadn’t planned on sleeping over. 

    My next stop was Adrianna’s place, where I did plan on staying the night because she was the one I missed the most. 

    The guards at the estate gate didn’t stop me from driving in, because, well, I am Genevieve King. It might also have something to do with the fact that my sister lives there, but whatever. 

    After pulling over in their driveway, I practically dashed to the door and pressed my index finger on the doorbell. 

    My brother-in-law, Xavier, opened the door and immediately enveloped me in a warm embrace. “Look at how big you’ve gotten!” He beamed, but I gently pushed away from his grasp with a playful frown. 

    “What?” 

    “You saw me last month.” 

    “And?” 

    “I didn’t grow big between then and now.” 

    “You didn’t?” By now, I knew he was pulling my leg, as usual. 

    “No, I didn’t.” 

    “Hmmm.” He drew it out so long that I smacked him on the shoulder, and he chuckled. “I missed you, little one.” 

    I faked a gag. “How many times have I told you not to call me that?” 

    “Many times,” he replied through laughter. “That’s why I continue.” 

    I frowned, though I secretly adored his nickname for me. 

    “Let my sister in, you jerk!” My sister’s voice boomed from inside the house, probably from the living room. 

    I chuckled. “What have you done?” 

    “Nothing, just pregnancy mood swings.” 

    “Hey, I heard that!” Adrianna snapped. 

    “Sorry, darling!” he exclaimed, his head turning towards the inside of the house. Then he faced me again, whispering, “She can be such a baby sometimes.” 

    “You’re to blame,” I said, shaking my head. 

    “Hey, not you too!” 

    “Yes, me too.” 

    I pushed my way in and rushed to my sister, who stood up to hug me. My lovely sister, who called me every day to check if I was alright, kissed me on the forehead and asked, “How are you doing?” 

    “Great,” I beamed. “And the baby?” 

    “The baby is doing splendidly, now that his aunt is here.” 

    “Oh, I’m glad.” 

    Then, we talked and laughed the night away. I didn’t tell her that I had returned to work on Dominic’s company because I knew she would freàk out, and freakíng out was the last thing she needed in her condition. 

    Hearing and seeing her laugh, I realised how happy I was to be back home. 

                                     ✷✷✷✷

    I was enjoying my beauty sleep when my alarm rang, reminding me of the dreadful day that lay ahead. 

    I can’t wait. 

    I showered, brushed my teeth, and applied lotion, taking my sweet time, hoping to delay the inevitable of going back there. I inhaled and exhaled deeply, trying to calm my rising panic before getting dressed. Today, I wore a floral dress—one of the lovely pieces Jules had persuaded me to buy. 

    It was black with tiny red roses, thin straps resting delicately on my shoulders, and I paired it with my straightened hair from the night before and a pair of black heels that added just the right touch. 

    Glancing in the mirror, I almost applauded myself for looking so gorgeous, but time wasn’t on my side. So, I dashed out without eating breakfast. 

    ••

    You know that feeling you get when you forgo something you wanted to do just to get somewhere, only to find out you are ridiculously early? 

    If so, then you can understand how I felt when I stepped out of the lift to find Dominic and ‘Love’ laughing together, their mirth echoing down the corridor. And, bloódy héll, I wasn’t even early! 

    Unsurprisingly, she was the first to notice me standing there, watching them like a fóol while he was too engrossed in his laughter to take his eyes off her. A smile graced her face as she glanced in my direction, and only then did he finally notice me. 

    “I can come back later if you’re busy,” I said, the words tasting heavy and bitter on my tongue, piercing my heart. 

    “No,” he replied sharply. I narrowed my brows at him. “I mean, no.” His voice softened. “I’m not busy.” 

    Yay! 

    We proceeded into his office without exchanging another word. This time, we discussed the prices I had researched the night before for everything he wanted regarding the renovations. I asked him if he would like to make any changes before my team arrived.

    His answer was a firm no, and I felt a wave of relief wash over me; any slight alteration would require another round of research, and I couldn’t face that with a smile.

    “Alright. I will…” My sentence was abruptly cut off by the shrill ringing of my phone. “Excuse me.” 

    I picked up my phone, stepped out of his office, and headed towards the ladies’ bathroom, although I didn’t actually enter. 

    “Hi,” I stretched the one word out, my tone brimming with enthusiasm. “What’s up?” 

    “What’s up is that you’re back home and haven’t come to see your own brother,” Everett replied, a slight edge of annoyance in his voice.

    “I’m sorry, Ever. I planned to pop over to your place after work.” 

    “You did?” 

    My brother is a renowned microbiologist who had been based in South Korea and had come down to London three years ago to teach at a university. 

    I nodded, even though I knew he couldn’t see me. “Yes,” I replied, a smile creeping onto my face. “I won’t lie to you.” 

    “Alright. Can’t wait to see you.” 

    “Me too,” I chimed back. “I love you.” 

    “I love you more, Dove.” The grin on my face grew so wide that it warmed my heart and refused to fade. “Go on, get back to work. I wouldn’t want to hold you up.” 

    “You could never hold me up. Anyway, see you later.” 

    You know that smile I mentioned that refused to fall? Well, it did. 

    The moment I stepped back into his office, it vanished completely. 

    He wasn’t alone. 

    There was the pink-obsessed girl, whom I unfortunately knew too well, and his lips were pressed against her forehead. 

    And she was holding my bloódy tablet! 

    After all these years, I thought it wouldn’t hurt this much to see him with another girl. But the only sensation I could feel right now was paín—so much paín that I thought my lungs were closing up again. 

    I blinked away any emotions that threàtened to spill from my eyes and cleared my throat. 

    They jumped apart as if their skin had burnéd upon contact. I didn’t even have time to roll my eyes before a grin spread across Aurora’s face. 

    Aurora was her name, the pink-obsessed girl. 

    “Hi,” she said, her smile far too wide to be genuine. 

    “Hey,” I forced out, my voice strained. 

    “It’s been so long…” 

    “Has it? I don’t recall.” 

    “Right,” Aurora drawled, clearly picking up on my reluctance to exchange pleasantries. “Lovely to see you again, though.” 

    A gust of wind blew strands of hair across my face, and I brushed them aside, murmuring, “Thanks.” It was drenched in sarcasm and as dry as the Sahara. 

    She sensed it; her furrowed brows told me so, and I wanted to slap myself for sounding like a jealous ex-girlfriend unable to move on. 

    Aurora returned to Dominic, who hadn’t taken his gaze off me since I entered. She leaned into him, her lips close to his ear. Whatever she whispered earned a small nod from him before she planted a quick peck on his cheek and exited the office without sparing me a glance. 

    “How was your call?” His attempt to break the tension was utterly pathetic. 

    “I don’t think that’s any of your business. But thanks for asking; it was splendid.” 

    TBC📖✍️

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  • Sold To A Mafia At Sixteen – Episode 96

    Sold To A Mafia At Sixteen – Episode 96

      

    SOLD TO A MAFIA AT SIXTEEN

    Sold To A Mafia At Sixteen – Episode 96

    THEME: His slave

     © Isabella Library 

        ★★★★★★★★★★★★★★

             Days passed, followed by weeks, and Sofia dropped by her family’s house for a visit. As she walked in, her family’s faces lit up with warm smiles.

    “How is the baby doing?” Diana asked, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

    “Do you guys care about the baby or me?” she asked, feigning a frown, a playful pout on her lips.

    Her family chuckled, and Lucas reassured her, “Of course, we care about you,” his voice filled with warmth.

     “Well, the baby is fine and growing up every day,” she said, her eyes shining with pride.

     “We can see that,” grandma said, smiling.

    As they continued eating, Lucas brought up the topic of Sofia’s upcoming wedding.

       “By the way, Shawn stopped by two days ago to discuss the marriage process,” he said.

    “Yeah, he told me,” she said, a small smile playing on her lips.

     “Have you two decided on a date yet?” Grandma asked, her voice filled with anticipation.

     “Not really, we’ll come up with a date soon,” she said, smiling reassuringly.

    Her family smiled, seeming to accept her answer, and they continued eating, the atmosphere filled with warmth and love.

       *♥ SHAWN’S OFFICE*♥

       Shawn was occupied with work in his office, his brow furrowed in concentration, when someone knocked on the door. He ushered the person in, still focused on his laptop.

    “You seem busy,” Sofia said, a hint of amusement in her voice.

    Shawn raised his face to hers quickly, surprised to see her standing in his office. A warm smile spread across his face. “Hey.”

    Sofia moved closer to him, and Shawn pulled her onto his lap, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

    “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?” he asked, his voice filled with delight.

     “I wanted to surprise you.”

    He kissed her cheek, his lips brushing against her skin. “I’m happy that you’re here.” They smiled at each other, their faces inches apart.

    “I can see you’re busy. Let me sit over there and wait for you,” Sofia said, trying to stand up. But Shawn refused, his arms tightening around her.

      “No, I’m not complaining. Besides, the work is almost done.”

     “Then finish it, and I’ll wait.”Her eyes teased him.

     “No, I need energy to continue.” He caught her chin, bringing it closer to his, and claimed her lips softly.

    Sofia broke the kiss. “Shawn, this is an office. Someone might walk in.”

     “No one will.” He dialed his PA’s number, his eyes never leaving Sofia’s face. “No one should come to my office, I am busy,” he said, his voice firm. He hung up, a sly smile spreading across his face.

    “Now we’re free to do anything we want,” he said, his voice low and husky.

      ♥♥🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞♥♥

    He started to caress her body, his fingers tracing the curves of her waist. He carried her to sit on the table, positioning himself between her legs. They started kissing passionately, their lips locked in a fiery embrace.

      He slipped his hand under her thigh, and her eyes widened in surprise as she flinched. Her lips parted slightly, and her breath caught in her throat.

    Shawn’s eyes gleamed with desire as his lips brushed against her neck. Sofia’s eyelids fluttered closed, and her head tilted slightly to the side, exposing more of her skin to his kisses.

    He undid the buttons of her shirt, revealing her red br@ underneath. Her cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and ar+usal.

    His lips traced the edge of her bra, and Sofia’s mouth opened in a soft m0an. Her eyes remained closed, and her breathing quickened as Shawn’s kisses sent shivers down her spine.

    Her hands instinctively reached up to his shoulders, her fingers digging gently into his skin as she pulled him closer. Shawn’s eyes locked onto hers, his gaze burning with intensity as he deepened their kiss.

     Sofia’s eyes fluttered open, and she gazed up at him. “Shawn, are we doing this here?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

    She tried to control the pleasure that was building inside her, but her lips parted slightly, and her breathing quickened.

     “I just need some energy to continue.” His voice was low and husky, and his eyes locked onto Sofia’s.

    He claimed her lips, his mouth crashing down on hers in a passionate kiss. Her eyes closed, and her head tilted back, surrendering to the pleasure.

    Hid hands were caressing her br3asts, his fingers tracing the curves of her body. Sofia’s n3ppl3s hardened, and she m+aned softly into his mouth.

    His eyes burning with desire. He deepened the kiss, his tongue tangling with hers as they lost themselves in the passion of the moment.

       Her eyes were closed, and her head was thrown back in ecstasy. Her m+ans grew a little louder as she felt Shawn’s hand on her cr3tch, his fingers applying gentle pressure.

    Her lips were parted, and her breathing was rapid. Her chest rose and fell with each ragged breath.

        “Shawn, please take me,” she pleaded, her lips parted slightly.

       “Almost honey,” Shawn said, a sly smirk spreading across his face.

     Sofia’s eyes widened in anticipation as Shawn bent between her legs, pulling her closer. His tongue made contact with her cr3tch, and her whole body vibrated with pleasure.

        Her body arched, and she lay fully on the table, her limbs limp and relaxed. Her eyes remained closed, and her face was flushed with pleasure.

    Shawn carried her to the sofa, He undo his trousers, and enter into her fully, Sofia gasped holding him tight as he started thrusting in and out of her with their lips exploring each other.

       ♠

        Nina’s eyes widened in surprise, and her mouth dropped open as Sofia spilled the beans of what happened between her and Shawn in his office. Mabel’s face lit up with amusement, a sly grin spreading across her face.

    “You guys did it right there in his office?” Nina asked, her voice laced with incredulity. Sofia nodded shyly, her cheeks flushing pink.

    “Girl!” Mabel exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with mirth. Sofia blushed deeper, a radiant smile spreading across her face.

    “It was amazing,” Sofia said, her voice barely above a whisper. Nina and Mabel burst out laughing.

    “You guys are on fire!” Nina said, her eyes shining with excitement.

    Just then, Rachel walked up to their table, a apologetic smile on her face. 

     “Sorry I’m late,” she said, sliding into an empty chair.

    “That’s okay, hope the place wasn’t difficult to find?” Mabel asked.

    Rachel shook her head. “Nope.”

    Nina offered her a drink. “You want a drink?” 

     Rachel nodded, fanning herself. “Yeah, the sun is too hot today.” She said and  noticed their drinks, her eyebrows shot up. “You guys are only down with water?” she asked, amused.

    Mabel chuckled. “Yeah, guys’ rules; no drinking of any drink, only water.”

    Rachel laughed. “Your men set that rule?” she asked, her eyes sparkling with mirth. Nina, Mabel, and Sofia nodded in unison.

    “That’s cute,” Rachel said, smiling. “I guess I’ll have water as well, in order not to be different here.” She called the waiter over and ordered a glass of water, smiling at her friends.

        “So, did you find the wedding planner?”Sofia’s eyes widened with excitement as she asked.

    Rachel smiled, looking relieved, “Yes, I did. We met and we talked. He was recommended to me by a friend of mine, and she said he’s the best in wedding planning.”

    Nina nodded. “Ok, that’s good.” The rest of the group murmured in agreement.

    Rachel’s eyes sparkled with amusement, “I still can’t believe you three are having your wedding the same day.” The group shared a warm smile.

     “So, can we meet the wedding planner?”Sofia leaned in, curiosity etched on her face.

    Rachel nodded, “Yes, I’ve already booked an appointment with him. You ladies will be meeting with him tomorrow.”

    The group chimed in unison, “Sure.” 

      They continued chatting, their faces filled with anticipation and excitement.

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  • Sold To A Mafia At Sixteen – Episode 88

    Sold To A Mafia At Sixteen – Episode 88

     

    SOLD TO A MAFIA AT SIXTEEN

    Sold To A Mafia At Sixteen – Episode 88

    THEME: His slave

     © Isabella Library 

        ★★★★★★★★★★★★★★

           Later, after Shawn was done informing everyone about Sofia’s pregnancy, they couldn’t hide their joy. He left to his room and noticed the door was locked, his brow furrowing in confusion. 

      “Sofia!” he knocked, calling out to her. Sofia opened the door slightly, a scowl on her face, and threw a pillow at him. Shawn’s eyes widened in surprise, and he raised his hands to block the pillow. “What are you doing?” he asked, his face turning puzzled.

       “You are sleeping on the couch today.” Her face Stern.

     “Why?”he asked curiously.

     “That’s for getting me pregnant on purpose.” She slammed the door against him, and Shawn sighed tiredly, his face turning resigned.

    He came to the living room, smiling wryly, and lay down on the couch, resting his head on the pillow.

    Troy appeared from the staircase, a knowing glint in his eye. “Why are you sleeping on the couch, instead of cuddling your pregnant wife?” Shawn’s face turned sheepish. “Don’t tell me, I know, she chased you out of the room, right?” Troy teased, chuckling.

    He nodded, his face turning amused. “Yeah.”

    Troy laughed. “Let me guess, pregnancy hormones.” Shawn ignored him, closing his eyes. “Enjoy it, man. Good night.”

    Troy left for his room, still laughing, and Shawn smiled, shaking his head.

    Some hours later, Sofia came out of the room, looking sleepy. She walked to the living room and moved to Shawn on the couch, lying on top of him. Shawn opened his eyes, a warm smile spreading across his face as he saw her sleeping on his body.

    “Silly you, who said you could sleep without me?” he whispered, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

    He carried her in his arms like a baby, and they went inside the room.

    ________////_______////__________

    The next morning, Sofia was still fast asleep in Shawn’s arms as he cuddled her warmly. There was a doorbell ringing, and one of the workers rushed to open the door to see Sofia’s family. She greeted them warmly and allowed them in.

    Lucas looked around, his brow furrowed. “Are they still sleeping?”

    Troy greeted them from the stairs, a friendly smile on his face. “Good morning.”

    They turned to him, responding with a smile. Diana asked, “Where are Shawn and Sofia?”

    Troy replied, “Probably they are still sleeping.”

    Grandma’s face turned excited. “Aww! I just want to see my grandchild.”

    Troy said, “Let me go and wake them up,” but Lucas stopped him.

    “No need for that, we will wait,” Lucas said, and they sat down.

    Then the doorbell rang again. Troy left to open the door to see Jeff, Nina, and Mabel together. The two ladies were holding balloons and gifts.

    “Sup,” Jeff said, shoulder-hugging Troy, and they went inside.

    Everyone greeted each other and sat down, chatting while waiting for Sofia and Shawn.

    Meanwhile, in the bedroom, Sofia woke up to see Shawn cuddling her. She looked puzzled, wondering how he got there when she knew she had chased him out of the room last night. She pinched his cheek, and Shawn groaned in pain, opening his eyes.

    “What are you doing on the bed with me? I thought I chased you out last night,” Sofia said, her brow furrowed.

    Shawn smiled at her, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “Well, someone came to me last night and lay on me in the living room.” They sat upright on the bed, Sofia’s expression turning curious.

      “Yeah, right!” She frowned and moved out of the bed. Shawn smiled at her, shaking his head.

       “Aren’t you going to give me a morning kiss?” he asked.

    She ignored him and turned to open the door, but it was locked. “Why is it locked?” she wondered.

    Shawn smirked, holding up the keys. “You won’t go out until you give me my morning kiss. The keys are with me.”

    She turned to him “Why did you lock the door?”

    He stood up and moved to her, closing the gap between them. “If you want to go out, kiss me first.”

    He leaned his face closer. Suddenly, She felt like throwing up. She pushed him aside and ran to the bathroom.

    Shawn panicked and rushed to her, his face turning worried. He saw her throwing up and gently patted her back. After she was done, he helped her to the bathroom sink and washed her face, then carried her to the bed.

    “I will get the workers to prepare something for you to eat,” he said, his expression turning concerned.

    She shook her head weakly. “I am not hungry.”

    Shawn caressed her face, noticing her temperature rising. “You need to eat something.” He kissed her lips softly. “I will call the doctor over, okay?” He left, and Sofia settled on the bed, looking pale.

    Shawn came out of the room to see everyone in the living room chatting. Immediately they saw him, they rushed to him.

    “Where is Sofia? Is she still sleeping?” Mabel asked, her brow furrowed.

     “Um, she is awake and….” He couldn’t finish his words before the women left him, rushing to the room. The men stared after them, smiling.

    “Congratulations, man,” Jeff said, clapping Shawn on the back.

    Shawn smiled, looking relieved. “Thank you.”

    Lucas smiled, his eyes shining with pride. “I am happy for you, son.”

    The women surrounded Sofia in the room, smiling at her.

    “Congratulations, my dear,” Diana said, beaming. Sofia smiled weakly, looking pale.

    “Guess who is the upcoming mom in town,” Nina said, tying balloons by the sides of the bed.

    Then the men came over, and the excitement continued. Diana left to prepare something special for Sofia.

      Later in the evening, after everyone had left for their homes, Shawn entered the room with a fruit salad, a concerned expression on his face. He noticed Sofia wasn’t on the bed, but he could hear her throwing up in the bathroom. He hurriedly placed the fruit on the shelf and rushed inside the bathroom.

    Shawn’s face turned worried as he bent to her, patting her back gently. After she was done and washing her face, he helped her to the bed.

    “Are you feeling better?” he asked, caressing her face, his eyes filled with concern.

    She smiled weakly. “Yeah, I am fine.”

    Shawn’s expression turned thoughtful. “I brought you some fruit. Do you want some?”

    Sofia nodded, and Shawn took the fruit salad from the shelf and started feeding her.

    Sofia looked up at him, noticing the worried look on his face. “Why are you looking worried?” she asked.

    Shawn’s brow furrowed. “You keep throwing up since morning.”

    “Mom said it’s normal for a pregnant woman to throw up. She said with time it will stop.”

     “But it’s making you look weak, and I don’t like seeing you like this.” He said.

     “It’s gonna be fine. Mom said taking water every time helps prevent…”

    His eyes lit up with excitement. “Hold on, let me get a paper and a pen so I can write it down.”

    He moved to the drawer to get a paper and a pen and then came back to start jotting down notes. Sofia’s expression turned serious as she listed the foods she needed to eat.

       “Mom said what I should eat whole fruits like: apples, berries, orange, mangoes, and bananas, then veggies like; broccoli, sweet potatoes, beets, okra, spinach, peppers, and jicama. Whole grains, like; brown rice, millet, oatmeal, bulgur, and whole-wheat bread. Proteins — like lean meats and chicken, eggs, seafood, beans and lentils, nuts and seeds, and tofu. Low-fat or fat-free dairy — like milk, yogurt, cheese, lactose-free dairy, and fortified soy beverages (soy milk) or soy yogurt. Oils — like vegetable oil, olive oil, and oils in foods like seafood, avocado, and nuts.”

    Shawn’s face turned focused as he wrote everything down on the paper.

    “Done,” he said, Smiling “I will ask the workers to get all these from the market. Is there anything else missing?”

    She thought for a moment. “Snacks, like crackers and peanut butter.”

    Shawn nodded, smiling. “Done.” He kissed her forehead, and they smiled at each other, their faces filled with love and concern.

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  • Sold To A Mafia At Sixteen – Episode 88

    Sold To A Mafia At Sixteen – Episode 88

     

    SOLD TO A MAFIA AT SIXTEEN

    Sold To A Mafia At Sixteen – Episode 88

    THEME: His slave

     © Isabella Library 

        ★★★★★★★★★★★★★★

           Later, after Shawn was done informing everyone about Sofia’s pregnancy, they couldn’t hide their joy. He left to his room and noticed the door was locked, his brow furrowing in confusion. 

      “Sofia!” he knocked, calling out to her. Sofia opened the door slightly, a scowl on her face, and threw a pillow at him. Shawn’s eyes widened in surprise, and he raised his hands to block the pillow. “What are you doing?” he asked, his face turning puzzled.

       “You are sleeping on the couch today.” Her face Stern.

     “Why?”he asked curiously.

     “That’s for getting me pregnant on purpose.” She slammed the door against him, and Shawn sighed tiredly, his face turning resigned.

    He came to the living room, smiling wryly, and lay down on the couch, resting his head on the pillow.

    Troy appeared from the staircase, a knowing glint in his eye. “Why are you sleeping on the couch, instead of cuddling your pregnant wife?” Shawn’s face turned sheepish. “Don’t tell me, I know, she chased you out of the room, right?” Troy teased, chuckling.

    He nodded, his face turning amused. “Yeah.”

    Troy laughed. “Let me guess, pregnancy hormones.” Shawn ignored him, closing his eyes. “Enjoy it, man. Good night.”

    Troy left for his room, still laughing, and Shawn smiled, shaking his head.

    Some hours later, Sofia came out of the room, looking sleepy. She walked to the living room and moved to Shawn on the couch, lying on top of him. Shawn opened his eyes, a warm smile spreading across his face as he saw her sleeping on his body.

    “Silly you, who said you could sleep without me?” he whispered, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

    He carried her in his arms like a baby, and they went inside the room.

    ________////_______////__________

    The next morning, Sofia was still fast asleep in Shawn’s arms as he cuddled her warmly. There was a doorbell ringing, and one of the workers rushed to open the door to see Sofia’s family. She greeted them warmly and allowed them in.

    Lucas looked around, his brow furrowed. “Are they still sleeping?”

    Troy greeted them from the stairs, a friendly smile on his face. “Good morning.”

    They turned to him, responding with a smile. Diana asked, “Where are Shawn and Sofia?”

    Troy replied, “Probably they are still sleeping.”

    Grandma’s face turned excited. “Aww! I just want to see my grandchild.”

    Troy said, “Let me go and wake them up,” but Lucas stopped him.

    “No need for that, we will wait,” Lucas said, and they sat down.

    Then the doorbell rang again. Troy left to open the door to see Jeff, Nina, and Mabel together. The two ladies were holding balloons and gifts.

    “Sup,” Jeff said, shoulder-hugging Troy, and they went inside.

    Everyone greeted each other and sat down, chatting while waiting for Sofia and Shawn.

    Meanwhile, in the bedroom, Sofia woke up to see Shawn cuddling her. She looked puzzled, wondering how he got there when she knew she had chased him out of the room last night. She pinched his cheek, and Shawn groaned in pain, opening his eyes.

    “What are you doing on the bed with me? I thought I chased you out last night,” Sofia said, her brow furrowed.

    Shawn smiled at her, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “Well, someone came to me last night and lay on me in the living room.” They sat upright on the bed, Sofia’s expression turning curious.

      “Yeah, right!” She frowned and moved out of the bed. Shawn smiled at her, shaking his head.

       “Aren’t you going to give me a morning kiss?” he asked.

    She ignored him and turned to open the door, but it was locked. “Why is it locked?” she wondered.

    Shawn smirked, holding up the keys. “You won’t go out until you give me my morning kiss. The keys are with me.”

    She turned to him “Why did you lock the door?”

    He stood up and moved to her, closing the gap between them. “If you want to go out, kiss me first.”

    He leaned his face closer. Suddenly, She felt like throwing up. She pushed him aside and ran to the bathroom.

    Shawn panicked and rushed to her, his face turning worried. He saw her throwing up and gently patted her back. After she was done, he helped her to the bathroom sink and washed her face, then carried her to the bed.

    “I will get the workers to prepare something for you to eat,” he said, his expression turning concerned.

    She shook her head weakly. “I am not hungry.”

    Shawn caressed her face, noticing her temperature rising. “You need to eat something.” He kissed her lips softly. “I will call the doctor over, okay?” He left, and Sofia settled on the bed, looking pale.

    Shawn came out of the room to see everyone in the living room chatting. Immediately they saw him, they rushed to him.

    “Where is Sofia? Is she still sleeping?” Mabel asked, her brow furrowed.

     “Um, she is awake and….” He couldn’t finish his words before the women left him, rushing to the room. The men stared after them, smiling.

    “Congratulations, man,” Jeff said, clapping Shawn on the back.

    Shawn smiled, looking relieved. “Thank you.”

    Lucas smiled, his eyes shining with pride. “I am happy for you, son.”

    The women surrounded Sofia in the room, smiling at her.

    “Congratulations, my dear,” Diana said, beaming. Sofia smiled weakly, looking pale.

    “Guess who is the upcoming mom in town,” Nina said, tying balloons by the sides of the bed.

    Then the men came over, and the excitement continued. Diana left to prepare something special for Sofia.

      Later in the evening, after everyone had left for their homes, Shawn entered the room with a fruit salad, a concerned expression on his face. He noticed Sofia wasn’t on the bed, but he could hear her throwing up in the bathroom. He hurriedly placed the fruit on the shelf and rushed inside the bathroom.

    Shawn’s face turned worried as he bent to her, patting her back gently. After she was done and washing her face, he helped her to the bed.

    “Are you feeling better?” he asked, caressing her face, his eyes filled with concern.

    She smiled weakly. “Yeah, I am fine.”

    Shawn’s expression turned thoughtful. “I brought you some fruit. Do you want some?”

    Sofia nodded, and Shawn took the fruit salad from the shelf and started feeding her.

    Sofia looked up at him, noticing the worried look on his face. “Why are you looking worried?” she asked.

    Shawn’s brow furrowed. “You keep throwing up since morning.”

    “Mom said it’s normal for a pregnant woman to throw up. She said with time it will stop.”

     “But it’s making you look weak, and I don’t like seeing you like this.” He said.

     “It’s gonna be fine. Mom said taking water every time helps prevent…”

    His eyes lit up with excitement. “Hold on, let me get a paper and a pen so I can write it down.”

    He moved to the drawer to get a paper and a pen and then came back to start jotting down notes. Sofia’s expression turned serious as she listed the foods she needed to eat.

       “Mom said what I should eat whole fruits like: apples, berries, orange, mangoes, and bananas, then veggies like; broccoli, sweet potatoes, beets, okra, spinach, peppers, and jicama. Whole grains, like; brown rice, millet, oatmeal, bulgur, and whole-wheat bread. Proteins — like lean meats and chicken, eggs, seafood, beans and lentils, nuts and seeds, and tofu. Low-fat or fat-free dairy — like milk, yogurt, cheese, lactose-free dairy, and fortified soy beverages (soy milk) or soy yogurt. Oils — like vegetable oil, olive oil, and oils in foods like seafood, avocado, and nuts.”

    Shawn’s face turned focused as he wrote everything down on the paper.

    “Done,” he said, Smiling “I will ask the workers to get all these from the market. Is there anything else missing?”

    She thought for a moment. “Snacks, like crackers and peanut butter.”

    Shawn nodded, smiling. “Done.” He kissed her forehead, and they smiled at each other, their faces filled with love and concern.

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  • Symphony Of Hearts – Episode 63 & 64

    Symphony Of Hearts – Episode 63 & 64

     

    SYMPHONY OF HEARTS

    Symphony Of Hearts – Episode 63 & 64

       { ….The Sparks Within …. }

    THEME; Destined To Be With You.

    Genre: Romance

    Tags: Highschool, Fantasy, Musical, K-pop, S£x, Comedy, Love Triangle, Drama, Heartbreak, Secrets, Love At First Sight, Jealousy, Suspense, Bullying.

     © Ariel Mirabel

     ✧༺✰༻✧   ✧༺✰༻✧   ✧༺✰༻✧

                           ✰{ 𝓢𝓾𝓫𝓽𝓲𝓽𝓵𝓮𝓼 }✰

    “I’m not sure she will. How do you think Lucia will react when she finds out I’m her mother?” Vivian muttered tearfully.

    Lucia’s eyes widened. “What?”

    Vivian and the principal turned to the door to see Lucia standing there with wide eyes. Vivian immediately stood up from her chair with wide eyes.

    “Lucia.” The principal stood up too.

    “What.. What did you say?” Lucia muttered and more tears poured out of Vivian’s eyes.

    “Ma’am, I think it’s time she knows.” The principal said and faced Lucia.

    “Lucia, take a seat please.”  

    Lucia slowly sat down next to Vivian who was cleaning her tears.

    “It all started 20 years ago..” Vivian began. “I met this man, he was everything for me.  We dated for 2 years and those years were the best for me. When he heard I was pregnant, he was so elated and on my 9th month of pregnancy, began making our wedding plans till one day my best friend did the most painful thing I could think off. She set me up to have a car accident. Turns out she was in love with him too. Luckily I survived but then I went into labor and I gave birth to twins, two beautiful girls and just when a ray of sunshine shun for me she destroyed it for me. My best friend, Jade stole my babies. For so many years I kept looking for my babies to no avail, I couldn’t do anything because it turned out that Jade managed to marry the man i loved. No one cared for me any longer, I suffered alone. Now that I’m finally financially stable to fight for myself and babies I find out that one… died.” Vivian said in a broken voice as she cried loudly.

    Lucia stared at Vivian with shocked eyes. If what Vivian is saying then…

    “I’m your daughter? And that girl, the other Lucia she’s my twin?” Lucia muttered in shock and Vivian nodded, still crying

    Lucia felt her whole world spin. It can’t be possible, she’s in the body of her twin? Now everything made sense to her, everything that had been happening till now.

    Lucia held the chair so that she wouldn’t fall down.

    “Lucia.” Vivian called, cupping her cheek with a smile on her lips.

    “I’m sorry.. Sorry I couldn’t protect your sister, I’m so sorry you have a weak mother like me.” Vivian said.

    “Tell me… Does that mean Margaret, is my mother?” Lucia asked and the principal nodded.

    “Lucia-”

    “Please…” Lucia whispered, holding her head that was already spinning with all the revelations she had to take in.

    “I have to go.” Lucia said and Vivian nodded though Lucia could see the hint of disappointment in her eyes.

    Lucia nodded and slowly left the area. 

    “It was a dream too good to be true. What was I expecting? That she will accept me?” Vivian smiled out in sadness as she cleaned her tears.

    The principal just let out a sigh. Everything was getting complicated.

    ❆⋆❆⋆❆⋆❆

    <YOON’S MANSION>

    “What the f*+*k is happening here!!” Mason demanded again, this time furious.

    “Oppa, we can explain.” Quinn said, trying to calm him down

    Mason looked at Flynn with angry eyes. “You punk! How could you!” Mason immediately launched at Flynn and landed a heavy punch on his face.

    Flynn staggered back. He touched his lips to see blood coming out of it. Mason didn’t give him time to breath as he grabbed him by the collar and landed another heavy punch on his face.

    “Mason!” Quinn rushed to them, trying to separate them.

    “Stop this Mason!” Flynn pushed Mason off.

    “Babe!” Quinn rushed to Flynn. “You’re bleeding,” She muttered sadly.

    “What are you doing? Get away from him!” Becky grabbed Quinn’s wrist but she forcefully yanked his hand off.

    “We’re dating yes, and?” Quinn snapped, glaring at Mason.

    “You don’t know what you’re saying. You’re still-”

    “What? I’m still too young! For f*+*k sake I’m not longer a kid! I know what I want and it’s Flynn I love!” Quinn yelled. Mason looked really shocked, it’s rare to see Quinn this angry and to think Quinn is angry at him because of Flynn got him more angry.

    “Break up.” Mason faced Flynn.

    Flynn held Quinn’s hand and intertwined it. “I can’t, I love her.” He said.

    Mason glared at the two of them before storming out of the room, slamming the door hard.

    Quinn sighed loudly and faced Flynn. “Does it hurt much?” She touched his bursted lip.

    Flynn shook his head with a small smile on his lips. “Mason, he’s-”

    “It was time we finally let him know. We can’t keep it a secret forever right,” Quinn shrugged and Flynn cupped her cheek, rubbing it.

    ❆⋆❆⋆❆⋆❆

    “We are you taking me to?” Becky chuckled as Kyle closed her eyes from behind, leading her to a place she had no idea of.

    “You’ll see. Just quietly sit down.” Kyle said and Becky did as told. He removed his hand from her eyes and she opened them to see they were sitting in a cafeteria.

    “What are we doing here?” She looked around.

    “Sorry, I’m late, there was an impossible traffic but I immediately rushed here when you asked me to interview you.”

    Becky immediately turned when she heard the familiar voice and it turned out to be Becky’s mother. Becky’s mother looked up at the same time and her countenance changed when she saw Becky

    Actually Becky’s mom is a reporter and Kyle called her to interview him, unknown to her it was a trap 

    “Ma’am,” Kyle smiled. “Please have a seat, I promise we won’t take most of your time.” Kyle drew out a chair for her.

    With an unhappy face she slowly sat down, in front of Becky.

    “Don’t you think it’s time to iron things out?” Kyle spoke.

    Becky swallowed hard as she spotted her mother’s hand on the table. “Mom, I-” She made to take her hand but the woman withdrew her hand.

    “Talk, I’m very busy.” Becky’s mother said.

    “Mom, I’m very sorry. What happened wasn’t intentional, I never meant to hurt big brother. He… He tried to molest me and I just did it out of self defense.” Becky muttered.

    “It doesn’t change what you did.” The woman replied indifferently.

    Tears gathered in Becky’s eyes. “Really? So I should have just sit there and watch my own brother do that to me? If he’s that much important to you why did you gave birth to me in the first place! It’ll be better you didn’t than let me suffer this way!” Becky yelled, taking her mother by surprise.

    Becky cleaned her tears. “I always kept dreaming of the day when we’ll finally get united as a family but I guess it only happens in fairytale. I’m sorry, I’ll never bother you again in this life.” Becky stood up.

    “Have a nice day.” Becky said and with that she walked away 

    Kyle stood up and immediately went after Becky. Becky’s mom just sat there in silent, staring at space in shock.

    ❆⋆❆⋆❆⋆❆

    <UNKNOWN LOCATION>

    “Mom! Mom! Please open this door!” Maggie kept screaming while knocking on the door really hard.

    The door suddenly swung open and she quickly stepped back in fear as a man walked in with food.

    “Will you stop the screams? You’ve been doing that two hours!” The man snapped, placing the food on the small table in the room.

    “Here, eat up. We can’t allow the boss’s daughter to starve.” He muttered and a smirk grazed his lips as he eyes travelled through her body.

    “Too bad you’re the boss’s daughter. You look…divine.” He smirked. “I’ll come and collect the plates in few minutes.” And with that he left.

    Maggie quickly rushed to the tray of food. Her eyes brightened when she saw a fork. She immediately twisted the fork and began using it to poke the keyhole.

    After few attempts, the door finally opened. She rushed out the door, making sure she walked as quietly as possible as her eyes looked for an escape route.

    Her eyes spotted a door which was slightly opened. She peeped in and her whole body immediately froze at who she saw.

    “D..Dad.” She stuttered and Noah opened his eyes. He looked surprised to see her.

    “Dad!” Maggie walked in the room and rushed to the bed.

    “Margaret.” Tears of joy escaped Noah’s eyes as Maggie took his hand.

    Maggie couldn’t contain her tears too. For so many years she thought her father died only to see him here. So many questions ran through her mind.

    “Maggie, you’re not safe in here. Your mother, she’s-”

    “I know.” Maggie cut him off as she looked around. Thankfully, she spotted a wheelchair 

    “We’re going to get out of here. I promise you.” Maggie muttered and brought the wheelchair close to the bed.

    •••••

    Jade was busy sitting on a couch as she smoked a pack of cigarette when the door to her rooms suddenly swung open and one of her men walked in.

    “What the f*+*k! Can’t you knock!” She snapped angrily.

    “Boss! It’s your husband, we can’t longer find him!” He said and Jade immediately sprang up to her feet.

    “What..” She muttered in shock. Her mind immediately went to only one person and she dashed out of the room

    She barged into the room where Maggie was kept and as expected it was empty. Her heart dropped.

    “Margaret!”

                 💜 𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝 🖤

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