In my world, if you're weak, you're done for. I refused to be one of the weak, so I committed myself to intense training to become stronger. I pushed my limits, sharpened my skills, and believed that I could overcome any challenge. But in the end, I died... trying to help someone weak. Or at least, that's what I thought. When I opened my eyes, I found myself in an unfamiliar place. And soon, the truth hit me: I had been reincarnated.
Chapter 1
Jamie's POV
I can't move, but I'm aware of my surroundings. My eyes are closed, but I can hear voices around me.
I try to remember what happened, but nothing comes to mind.
I attempt to open my eyes slowly, and I manage to do so. At first, everything is blurry, but after a few seconds, my vision clears. The first thing I see is a blue ceiling. My entire body aches, so I can't move. After a few moments, I hear footsteps approaching.
"The Princess is awake. Faye, inform the King and Queen," I hear someone say.
"You can count on me, Doctor," replies another voice before walking away.
I sense someone approaching, and I want to warn them, but no voice comes out. I try to move again, but my body feels heavy and unresponsive.
The doctor-if they are a doctor-examines me, but I can't do anything as I'm still unable to move. My body hurts too much for me to even complain.
A little later, I hear more footsteps approaching. The door opens, and several unfamiliar people enter.
I don't know what's going on, but suddenly my head starts throbbing, like it's about to explode. My entire body aches even more, so I close my eyes and endure the pain.
"Fvck!"
A few moments later, the pain subsides, and I take a deep breath. It feels like something has entered my body, and suddenly, I remember everything-from the moment I decided to go to the mall to the earthquake and the cement falling from the ceiling. I even remember helping the child.
Given the severity of my injuries, it would be impossible for me to have survived. But what is this?
I try to move my body again, and this time, I succeed. Slowly, I sit up and look around the room. The first thing I notice is the worried face of an older woman. Despite her age, her beauty remains. Beside her is a man, whom I assume is her husband, as his arm is around her waist, comforting her. I close my eyes again as another unfamiliar memory floods my mind, bringing a sharp headache with it. I try to ignore it, hoping it will go away.
I touch my stomach as it begins to hurt. When I look down, I see a white cloth covering my belly. What's this for?
A woman who looks about my age, or maybe younger, approaches me with a glass of water. I hesitate to drink it, fearing it might be poisoned. Well, I'm immune to poison, so it shouldn't matter if I drink it. I feel relieved as I drink the cool water.
"Thank you, Faye," I say. Then I pause, surprised at what I just said. "F-Faye, right?" I ask. She nods with a smile.
How do I know her name? As far as I know, I've never seen this woman before or anyone in this room. But why do they all feel familiar? Am I losing my mind?
I hold my head as the pain returns. I decide to lie down again, feeling weak.
"Perhaps we should let the Princess rest for now. She has lost a lot of blood, and she's just woken up, so she needs to recover," I hear the doctor say. He speaks with the King and Queen-oh god! What King and Queen am I talking about? I don't even know them. My head hurts even more.
"Call me if you need anything, Your Highness. I'll be just outside your room. I wish you a speedy recovery," I hear before sensing everyone leaving. Once I'm sure no one is around, I sit up again and look around the room.
The surroundings are clean and well-lit. The walls are painted in a mix of white and blue, and a moderately sized chandelier provides light. There's a large sky-blue wardrobe on one side and a bookshelf filled with books.
"Wow."
It's beautiful, but this isn't my room, and it's definitely not a hospital. So, where am I? Whose room is this? Everything here feels familiar, but I don't remember ever being here. I scan the room again, hoping to spot my phone. I want to call Jackson or Mr. Kim to ask where they took me. They'll surely be thrilled to hear that I'm awake.
How many days or weeks have I been asleep? Considering the severity of my injuries, I'm lucky to be alive.
Instead of finding my phone, I notice a large golden mirror. Its surroundings shimmer, adding to its beauty.
"Maybe Jackson bought this for me again. He knows I love mirrors."
I approach the mirror to take a closer look, but instead of being amazed, I feel shocked and confused.
"Who is this?!"
I touch my face, and the woman in the mirror mimics my actions. She's beautiful, and yes, I'm beautiful too, but if you put us side by side, I'd admit she's more beautiful than me. She's wearing white pajamas with a white cloth wrapped around her stomach, just like me. I twirl around like a fool in front of the mirror, and the woman does the same.
I feel utterly confused. Suddenly, a memory of a conversation with Kara Mr. Kim's daughter-about a fantasy book she read comes to mind.
"Did you know, Ate Jamie? I bought a book yesterday at the National Bookstore. The plot is amazing because the main character dies, and when she wakes up, she's in someone else's body. I think it's called reincarnation? What's even cooler is that the new body has powers."
Died and came back to life in a different body. Could it be... No! That's impossible. That only happens in books. Maybe I really hit my head too hard, and that's why I'm like this.
I look in the mirror again.
"But what if it's true? Does this mean... I've been reincarnated?" I ask myself, pointing at the woman in the mirror. "As you?" I continue, pointing at the reflection.
I'm lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling as if it might answer my questions. My brain, as sharp as it is, still can't process what's happening.
I died.
I don't know if I should be sad about my death or just be happy because I've come back to life.
Jackson is probably crying right now. That guy is such a crybaby. As for Mr. Kim, he's likely busy with my funeral arrangements, as well as managing the businesses I left behind. I feel guilty because ever since my parents died, he's been the one taking care of me and my properties. And now, he's handling my burial, too. I hope Jackson helps him and doesn't just cry the whole time. For a grown man, he sure cries a lot.
I couldn't help but give a bitter smile as I recalled the memories we shared, along with Mr. Kim's family, who also became my family. I hope they don't take my death too hard.
I didn't realize I was already crying, so I wiped my tears away. I got up and started walking around the room. My stomach still hurts from the stab wound, but it's bearable.
Speaking of stabs... The memory of stabbing myself suddenly flashed in my mind. That must be what the previous owner of this body did. Her body came back to life, but she has already passed on, leaving this as my new body. Maybe that's why I remember things from her past and why people here seem familiar-because I'm using her brain.
Even though she's dead, I'm still using her body and brain. Memories are stored in the brain, so that's probably why this is happening.
I stopped walking when I reached the window. It was open, allowing the fresh breeze to flow in. I peeked outside and saw an incredibly beautiful view. I thought I could only see something like this in paintings or pictures. I was even more amazed when I saw plants floating in the air. There was also a small river that looked familiar. Don't ask me why.
At this time, I should be at the company, attending endless meetings, signing papers, and my favorite-annoying Mr. Kim.
New body, new life. It hurts to think that I've left my old life behind, but I have to accept my new one. Even though this is no longer my body, I'm still Jamie Quinn-the woman cursed to be strong to survive in this cruel world.
I spent the entire day resting. Faye only came in to bring me food. So far, my new life is going smoothly, though I'm still confused about what's happening.
Later that evening, Faye came in and asked if I could walk because the King wanted me to join them for dinner.
Wearing the blue dress I found in the closet, I
stepped out of the room. Faye was waiting for me outside.
"Good evening, Your Highness. You look beautiful," Faye greeted. I just smiled at her and started walking. I'm not comfortable with her yet. When you've been surrounded by enemies in business from a young age, you're bound to have trust issues. Given the fact that one of our bodyguards killed my mother, it's understandable.
After walking for a while, we reached the huge door that the guards opened upon seeing us. I was greeted by the sight of a long table filled with food. My stomach growled at the sight.
Faye helped me to a seat next to Aaron. He's about the same age as I was in my past life-23. Well, I'm 16 now and the younger sister of these men, so I have to call them "Kuya" (older brother). Ugh!
Even Jackson, who's five years older than me, I sometimes called by name. But I have to maintain the polite and well-mannered personality of this body's previous owner.
We began eating in silence. The King sat at the head of the table, with the Queen to his left and Aaron to his right. Next to the Queen was Asta, who was sitting beside Arthur.
I guess the memory of Astrid's suicide is still fresh in their minds-Astrid being the name of this body's previous owner, which will now be mine.
I wonder what they'd feel if they found out that the old Astrid is gone and a stranger is now living in her body. Should I tell them? Imagine the horror on their faces if I suddenly said:
"Hey! Astrid is dead, and Jamie is the new owner of this body. Ha ha ha."
It seems too absurd. Maybe I'm going crazy.
They had already finished eating, but I kept indulging in the various dishes on the table. It was delicious, so why stop? No one had told me to, anyway.
"Astrid, dear," I heard the Queen say.
"Yes?" I replied, still munching on grapes.
"Are you feeling better? Is there any pain? Just let me know, and I'll call Dr. Kuroo to check on you," the Queen asked, her concern evident. I paused and looked at her.
"Mommy..."
To Be Continued...
"P-please d-don't," I said to him fearfully. "Uh huh, let me enjoy tonight, baby," he whispered in my ear. Tears streamed down my face as my body trembled from his presence. I never wanted to wear this to our prom. I didn't choose this. I should have refused back then so none of this would have happened. I knew he'd be angry seeing me in this outfit, but we ran out of time, so I couldn't argue anymore. "Please, Kairus, d-don't, s-stop, please," I begged him. "Shhh, don't test my patience, baby. You know what I can do, right?" he grinned. "N-no, p-please," I cried. "The more you beg, the more I want you," he smirked. He's Kairus Jei Styles, the son of the owner of my school, and he's the bad boy everyone fears. He has friends who are also feared at Styles University. He's the man who raped me and turned my four years in their school into a living hell. I'm Allysiah Quin De Villa, and I was 17 years old when Kairus took control of my life. He was 20 at the time, and I later discovered that he was a terrifying psycho bad boy.
When she was forcibly dragged out of her Aunt Leonora's house by armed men, she could do nothing but scream and shout. No matter how much she struggled, she couldn't break free, especially when they covered her mouth and nose with a cloth that had a dizzying smell. Eventually, she lost consciousness. She woke up in a luxurious mansion and met the owner and the mastermind behind her kidnapping-Alted Dela Fuente-her husband. She was utterly confused about what was happening, especially when he insisted that she was Candice Dela Fuente, his deceitful wife. Anger, hatred, and disgust were all she could see in the eyes of the man standing before her. The man was very handsome, but he had an authoritative presence, and the first emotion he showed her was anger. He didn't believe anything she said. She wasn't Candice. She knew herself; her name was Aurora, and she knew she had no husband and could not have any relationship with Mr. Dela Fuente. But he refused to believe her; he wouldn't let her go or escape. She knew the man would make her suffer, but what else was new? Her whole life had been filled with hardship and mistreatment. That was nothing new to her. "You can't fool me, Candice, not again," Mr. Dela Fuente told her through gritted teeth. The blazing anger in his eyes was proof that he would never let her go. How could he believe her when she looked exactly like his wife, Candice? Every angle, eye, nose, shape of the face, even their body, looked like a xerox copy. "You're my wife." That statement made her feel overwhelmed. Wife? Impossible, yet something pushed her to pretend to be his wife. She had many reasons to impersonate Candice. Those reasons urged her to assume Candice's identity, borrow her persona, and escape her own as Aurora Sandoval. She was not his wife... she was not Candice. Life had not been fair in her past, so maybe she could be his fake wife and pretend to be Candice for a while. She was Aurora, and she would become Candice, the lost wife of the rich and well-known Alted Dela Fuente.
"You are not my child. "You don't belong in this family! "trash!" "Gross!" "What a disappointment!" "Ugly and trash!" "You're disgusting!" "You don't belong in this school, b*tch!" I let out a deep sigh as I recalled the hurtful words they hurled at me. Whether at home or school, it was the same—nothing but pain was brought upon me. "Why is the world so unfair to me?" This was the question I always asked God. Why was I born into this world only to suffer? All I wanted was to be loved—to be happy—so why does it seem like everything is denied to me? I don't understand why it feels like the world is playing a cruel trick on me, intentionally keeping me from getting what I desire. I sighed again. "I hope in my next life, I will be happy." I forced a smile, hiding the deep pain that lingered within me. I could never have imagined that everyone would be so cruel to me, that I would experience such hardship. I placed my hands on the concrete while gazing at the vast surroundings and the students scattered around. I had been sitting here on the railing of our school building's rooftop for some time. This is where I come whenever I'm sad or when everyone bullies me. I sighed once more and looked up at the sky. "Lord, was I a bad person in my past life? Because the world is so cruel to me." Was I truly bad? Or is it just the people around me who are? No one treated me well. Everyone hates me. I have no friends or even anyone I can call 'family.' Do I deserve to live in this world? I placed my hands on the concrete again to support myself as I stood up. "I'm tired of everything. I want this to end." I looked down. My knees trembled as I realized how high up I was. If I fall from here, I will surely leave this world forever. "Maybe if I die, they will be happy," I whispered sadly as I closed my eyes, recalling the faces of all those who caused me so much pain. Tears streamed from my eyes. I felt trapped in a never-ending cycle of torment, reliving the painful experiences over and over again. I've had enough. I'm tired. Maybe it's time to rest... forever. "To end this pain is to finish everything," I whispered again, opening my eyes and slowly stepping onto the edge of the railing. "Goodby—" I was about to fall when suddenly someone forcefully grabbed my hand, causing me to land on top of someone's body. I recognized the familiar scent of his perfume. I quickly stood up as I realized who it was. It's him again... The guy who became my tormentor, making my life even more miserable. "You should have just let me go. Isn't that what you—and everyone—want? For me to disappear from this world," I said lifelessly. His face remained blank, showing no emotion as he looked at me. "Tsk!" I was startled when he suddenly closed the distance between us and spoke coldly into my ear, "If you want to die, wait for me to be the one... to end your life." Then, he immediately turned his back on me. I don't know why, but a surge of intense anger suddenly welled up in my heart because of what he said. The sadness I felt moments ago was instantly replaced with rage. My face suddenly became devoid of emotion. "Oh, is that so?" I said, colder than ice, which made him stop walking. "Alright," I continued, quickly removing my heeled shoe and throwing it at him with all my might, hitting him squarely on the head. I quickly walked toward him and confronted his shocked face. "Sorry, I didn't mean to," I said, cold as ice, but dripping with sarcasm. After saying that, I picked up my shoe and swiftly turned my back on him.
I’m hesitant whether to knock or not on the door where the President is. I’m embarrassed by the tight red dress I’m wearing. I couldn’t refuse because if I did, they would have dragged me here by force, so I just followed what they wanted. "Should I go in or not?" I whispered to myself. I thought about the money the President’s bodyguard mentioned—1 million just to talk to me. I was shocked because I needed the money to pay for school this year. I’m entering Grade 12, and I should have saved up by now, especially since the school year is approaching. "I guess I should go in—" I was about to knock when the door suddenly opened. "Are you going to stay there or leave without your money?" he asked seriously. My eyes widened in shock as I found myself face-to-face with the President of the Philippines. He was incredibly muscular and even more handsome in person. “Ahm… I’m going in,” I said, bowing my head as I walked past him. “What do you need? What are we going to do? I can entertain you until tomorrow if 1 million is enough,” I said in rapid succession. I was nervous because it was my first time meeting him. I was lucky, but at the same time, unlucky if he planned to do something else—hopefully not. "Sit on my bed," he said, which startled me, so I quickly obeyed. Shit. He’s scary. He stood in front of me, making me even more anxious. I looked into his eyes, wondering why he was standing there. I watched as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, never breaking eye contact with me. “W-what are you doing?” I asked, my voice trembling as I averted my gaze. I felt him move closer, so I looked up at him. His facial features were stunning. He was different, very different in person. His eyebrows were thick, and his lips were incredibly red. “Let me taste you,” he said huskily while touching my face. I froze at his words and took a step back. I didn’t expect him to say that to me. What we were about to do was wrong—it wasn’t part of the deal. I couldn’t give myself to him. “No, I don’t want to…” I said, trembling as I tried to step back, but he stopped me, and I could still feel the floor beneath me. He held my chin and then moved his hand to the side of my arm. “I want you…” I couldn’t move because if I refused now, I’d lose the 1 million, and who knows, he might even kill me for saying no. “Mr. President…” I said softly as his hand moved down to my chest. “Lie down,” he ordered in a cold tone, so I obeyed him. Our thighs were still touching, so he spread them apart, and I couldn’t control myself because of how he held my thigh, which was heating me up. “I want to taste your sweet body and lips.” “Please, Mr. President, stop this…” Even though I wanted it, I was still afraid. I could see him licking my entrance as if he were incredibly thirsty. I didn’t know where to turn because this was all so unfamiliar to me. “Ahh… Mr. Pres—” I couldn’t help but moan because of the pleasure. Mr. President, stop this, I can’t control myself. Please. I no longer recognize myself. I want my body, but my body wants him. “You taste so good…” He licked so hard, like I was the most precious dessert of his life. His tongue was out, kissing the sides of my folds. I was going crazy because I could feel something coming out. I couldn’t hold it in anymore, so I let it out, and I saw him lick it and swallow it. I was so surprised. “Move…” I did as he said, lying down properly, still in shock from what had just happened. I saw him undress, removing his pants and boxers, which made my eyes widen. He came closer and closer, making me even more anxious. He leaned on me, then removed my dress so that I was fully naked, and he kissed me hungrily. I couldn’t keep up, so I kept my mouth shut. “Move your mouth, woman. I want to taste you,” he said sternly, scaring me. I kissed him back with the same intensity, making me arch my back. His hands roamed all over my body. He stopped for a moment to look at me completely. “You’re so beautiful, damn woman,” he whispered to me. I moaned when I felt his hand rubbing my breasts, and slowly, he lowered his head to taste my peak, making me groan hard. “Ahh… woman,” he moaned. He returned to my lips, kissing me so hungrily that I couldn’t breathe, so I paused before kissing him back again. But I suddenly cried out when I felt him enter me. “Oh, your first time? Are you okay? Do you want to continue?” he whispered to me. “Yes, please…” So he moved quickly, making me moan. I didn’t know where to turn, seeing how much he was enjoying himself. Then he kissed me again, not hungrily but passionately, as if he wanted me to stay with him. Then I felt myself release, and he did too. He hugged me, and I felt him kiss the nape of my neck. He fell asleep, and I stayed there, crying, thinking about what I had done. When I woke up, I was surprised to find that I was dressed and remembered what had happened last night, something I hadn’t expected. I was still sitting in bed when I caught his.
"I’m done with this nonsense. I can no longer stay in this kind of setup. I’m exhausted, Kai; it’s always the same. You only come back to me when you and she fight. What am I to you? Oh yeah, I forgot, I’m only second to that cursed heart of yours. Why can’t you just choose me? What does she have that I don’t? I’m attractive, sexy, wealthy, kind, and intelligent, but with you, I feel so insignificant. I’m getting tired of this; I’m about to give up." “These are words I’ve been holding onto for a long time.” “No, Jea, you can’t be tired. Remember, you promised me that you wouldn’t leave me no matter what happens. You promised, so you need to keep that promise!” Kai said, as if it were that easy. “Kai, please don’t make this hard for me. I’m tired of being second. If you can’t love me back the way I love you, let’s just end this. I don’t want to hurt anyone else; I’m feeling guilty, Kai. I used to be obedient and kind, but because of my love for you, I defied my parents even though I knew they would be angry because you’re already married, and worse, you’re married to my cousin. Please, let’s just stop this.” I tried to make him understand our situation, even though it was difficult. “Jea, I don’t want to. I love you. I don’t know what I’d do if you left me; I’d go crazy. Please don’t do this to me,” Kai begged as he held my hand and stared deeply into my eyes, tears streaming down his face. “You love me, but you love her more, right?” I said, which silenced him. “Kai, you can’t love two people at the same time. It’s okay now, but there will come a point when you’ll need to choose one to avoid hurting the other. I’m trying not to break down even though the tears keep flowing.” “But you love me, right?”
In a dark and cold room, someone was sitting in a corner, trembling intensely from the chilly breeze, accompanied by soft sobs and the quiet fall of tears. The door opened, revealing the person who had locked them in that room, though they didn't know why. Their face lifted, and their eyes immediately met, causing them to shrink further into the corner, continuing to cry. "Please, don't hurt me," they pleaded, their voice trembling with each word. Their body trembled even more as the person they feared slowly approached. The person lifted their face with a gentle left hand. Their face was pitiful, with slightly flushed cheeks and nose. Their innocent, delicate face, more beautiful than a woman's, was flushed from the cold, as they had developed a fever. The man could no longer bear it and immediately lifted them up. They were slightly startled but lacked the strength to resist, their body too weak from the fever. "Supremo..." they softly whispered before losing consciousness. Supremo quickly brought them to his room, immediately changing and treating them, laying them on his soft bed. He gazed at the innocent face of the young one, and only one thought crossed his mind: "I will mark you as mine."
Loraine was a dutiful wife to Marco since they got married three years ago. However, he treated her like trash. Nothing she did softened his heart. One day, Loraine got fed up with it all. She asked him for a divorce and left him to enjoy with his mistress. The elites looked at her like she was deranged. "Are you out of your mind? Why are you so willing to divorce him?" "It's because I need to return home to get a billion-dollar fortune. Besides, I don't love him anymore," Loraine replied with a smile. They all laughed at her. Some believed that the divorce affected her mentally. It wasn't until the next day that they realized she wasn't fibbing. A woman was suddenly declared the world's youngest female billionaire. It turned out to be Loraine! Marco was shocked to the bone. When he met his ex-wife again, she was a changed person. A group of handsome young men surrounded her. She was smiling at them all. The sight made Marco's heart ache severely. Putting his pride aside, he tried to win her back. "Hello, love. I see that you are a billionaire now. You shouldn't be with suckers who just want your money. How about you come back to me? I'm a billionaire too. Together, we can build a strong empire. What do you say?" Loraine squinted at her ex-husband with her lips curled in disgust.
Three years ago, Cecilia was left battered and alone by the man she loved most, Alston, yet she bravely completed the wedding ceremony while pregnant. Three years later, although they were married, they grew apart over time. Cecilia focused on her career, no longer foolishly believing in love. But her transformation instantly threw Alston into a panic... And what is the secret from 11 years ago that Cecilia has always been reluctant to reveal? *** "She went to a law firm, met with a lawyer..." A lawyer? Is Cecilia suing someone? Who? Is there any recent litigation against the company? Alston suddenly chuckled coldly, "Who could she sue? I'm the CEO of this company. How come such a matter doesn't come to me first?" The assistant swallowed nervously, speaking softly, "Sir, there's no litigation against the company. She met with... a divorce lawyer."
My family was on the poverty line and had no way to support me in college. I had to work part-time every day just to make ends meet and afford to get into the university. That was when I met her—the pretty girl in my class that every boy dreamt of asking out. I was well aware she was out of my league. Nevertheless, I mustered all my courage and bravely told her that I had fallen for her. To my surprise, she agreed to be my girlfriend. With the sweetest smile I had ever seen, she told me that she wanted my first gift for her to be the latest and top-of-the-line iPhone. I worked like a dog and even did my classmates’ laundry to save up. My hard work eventually paid off after a month. I finally got to buy what she wanted. But as I was wrapping my gift, I saw her in the dressing room, making out with the captain of the basketball team. She then heartlessly made fun of my inadequacy and made a fool out of me. To make things worse, the guy whom she cheated on me with even punched me in the face. Desperation washed over me, but there was nothing I could do but lie on the floor as they trampled on my feelings. But then, my father called me out of the blue, and my life turned upside down. It turned out that I was a billionaire's son.
Sophia Drake braced herself for the worst when she was forced to move across the country in the middle of her junior year. Desperate to escape her shattered home as soon as she turns eighteen, her plans are disrupted by the enigmatic and captivating Ashford twins. Sophia can't fathom the intense attraction she feels for the twins and tries to avoid them at every turn. As she's thrust into an unfamiliar world, her past demons resurface, making her question her true identity. Will Sophia flee from her past's secrets, or will she embrace her destiny and take control of her future?
I received a pornographic video. "Do you like this?" The man speaking in the video is my husband, Mark, whom I haven't seen for several months. He is naked, his shirt and pants scattered on the ground, thrusting forcefully on a woman whose face I can't see, her plump and round breasts bouncing vigorously. I can clearly hear the slapping sounds in the video, mixed with lustful moans and grunts. "Yes, yes, fuck me hard, baby," the woman screams ecstatically in response. "You naughty girl!" Mark stands up and flips her over, slapping her buttocks as he speaks. "Stick your ass up!" The woman giggles, turns around, sways her buttocks, and kneels on the bed. I feel like someone has poured a bucket of ice water on my head. It's bad enough that my husband is having an affair, but what's worse is that the other woman is my own sister, Bella. ************************************************************************************************************************ “I want to get a divorce, Mark,” I repeated myself in case he didn't hear me the first time—even though I knew he'd heard me clearly. He stared at me with a frown before answering coldly, "It's not up to you! I'm very busy, don't waste my time with such boring topics, or try to attract my attention!" The last thing I was going to do was argue or bicker with him. "I will have the lawyer send you the divorce agreement," was all I said, as calmly as I could muster. He didn't even say another word after that and just went through the door he'd been standing in front of, slamming it harshly behind him. My eyes lingered on the knob of the door a bit absentmindedly before I pulled the wedding ring off my finger and placed it on the table. I grabbed my suitcase, which I'd already had my things packed in and headed out of the house.
This book contains hot mature scenes and languages. Read at your own risk! "Ahhh...". She threw her head back and gasped at the sudden vibrating sensation from her underwear. "What..what..what was that?" "A little toy and a bigger one playing with each other". Antonio replied and pressed the button again. Angela arched her back at the sweet torment,her fingers digging into the sheets tightly. "Stop..stop..please,this is bad,my head is spinning..i ...can't..take...it". Her mouth moved convulsively. "The setting is still low, you are already so twitchy,your body is just so ready". He replied dry, watching her face closely. "Please....". "Those faces you make...you better stop or I will get hard enough to not hold back". He replied and increased the speed. "Haaa...ahhhh..wait...stop ...please". Angela cried, her eyes bulging,as she fought with herself..her thighs vibrating too. "Seeing you cry to it is actually more interesting,I should use it often on you..,this is pretty fun". He pressed the next button. "Stop please...it keeps grinding on my..clit. so hard.I..think something's coming out...my body...ahhh..I am gonna pee..stop". "If you do that...well you will explain to the doctor and nurses, how you wetted the sheets, you can do better,just hold it in". He smirked. She rubbed her thighs together and bit hard on her lower lip,trying to hold back. "Let's take it to the next level,shall we?" She opened her eyes widely,her tongue out salivating. "No..no..please..no..more...." Suddenly she felt herself shaking convulsively. I am at my limits..this is bad..I can't let this pee out...but it's extremely hard,she thought and burst into tears. "Freckles,I will advise you to save the tears we are just warming up". He breaks into her thoughts. "I.. can't..I can't...ahh nghh!" Her eyes rolled back... Anthonio watched her intently, a cigar clamped in his teeth,a hand in his pocket and the other with the remote. He could feel himself hardened. She had that insane effect on him. "Fuck! I am hard". He cursed under his breath. Suddenly the door opened. "Grandma?" Angela gasped, tears clouded her eyes as she tried to keep her face straight and voice steady. *****ADULT CONTENT HERE* read at your own risk! "No matter the time or place,you will spread your legs for me when I say so,that's my condition,can you do that?" Angela met his eyes and swallowed convulsively. "Yes". Her voice trembled. Angela, a 24 yrs old and breadwinner of her poor class family was left with no other choice other than to say yes to Mr Antonio inorder to save her nieces. Antonio Montero of the famous Montero family! The incredibly handsome, famous idol and young billionaire also known as the sexiest man of his generation. A toxic playboy with many sex scandals. Nevertheless, Angela wasn't a fan of his looks or movie roles as most girls including her very own sister, not even in the least in love with him nor he with her. He got a death wish to grant and she, emotionally blackmailed. Most girls would die to find themselves in this situation but not Angela... One year Angela will have her simple life back. But what will she do if it becomes a life time imprisonment? There are far many secrets about the Monteros that got her entrapped.