Novels by Kurdapya Fuentebella

The sunlight streaming through the large windows of the dining hall failed to provide any warmth to Solana. Instead, she seemed to feel even colder as she sat across the long table. At the end of the table sat Freddie in his wheelchair. His skin was as pale as paper, and every breath was accompanied by a faint wheeze—a reminder that death was just standing behind him, waiting for the right timing. Despite his weakness, the old man's eyes were still full of love every time he looked at Solana."Eat plenty, Solana... it seems you didn't get any sleep," Freddie said softly.Before Solana could answer, she heard heavy footsteps coming down the stairs. Her heart suddenly raced. The anxiety she felt last night was here again."Good morning, Dad," Henry greeted him. His voice was full and baritone, a far cry from his father’s weakening voice.Henry sat across from Solana, making his handsomeness even more visible, but to Solana, it was as if she were looking at the devil. Henry’s eyes landed

Solana turned to her side and hugged her pillow tightly, struggling to stifle her sobs. On the other hand, she heard Henry’s low whisper to Ana—a whisper not meant for her, yet it was the very thing that made her night grow even darker.Before long, the luxurious double-deck bed began to sway. The wide wood groaned with every heavy movement from below. Solana heard the clinking of belt buckles and the sound of clothes hitting the floor. Then, the silence was completely shattered by a deep, baritone grunt.Solana quickly pulled the blanket over herself and clutched her pillow. She buried her face in it, trying to deafen herself. But her imagination was a traitor. She could clearly see in her mind Henry's hard muscles rippling, the sweat dripping down his chest, and the ferocity of his every move.In the midst of being caught between her blanket and pillow, a strange sensation began to crawl deep within Solana. A warm current starts from her groin and spreads throughout her entire body.

Solana ran toward the mansion without looking back, carrying her shattered dignity and a fear that seemed as if it would be etched into her heart forever.Meanwhile, Henry was left behind like a lion robbed of its prey. He could feel the intense tension in his jaw. Most of all, he felt a sharp ache in his groin; he wasn't able to find release because of what that woman had done. Even Ana had suddenly run toward the kitchen. He firmly hid his throbbing dick inside his pants, slowly composed himself, and then violently ran his fingers through his hair to comb it."You’re a nuisance, Uncle," Henry snapped."Why do you have to interfere between me and my stepmom?"Roberto took a deep breath, his eyes remaining fixed on Henry."Don’t play games, Henry, especially with Sol. She is very different from the women you met in Europe. She has nothing to do with your anger toward your father."Henry let out a sarcastic laugh. He looked up at the sky and then turned back to the lawyer with a look o

The mansion's surroundings were already cloaked in darkness, with only the large bulbs hanging in every corner of the garden providing a sliver of light. Solana carried a bowl of food for the dog, Bruno. Despite being exhausted from a full day of tending to Don Freddie, she never forgot to feed her husband’s dog.As she walked alongside the high wall of the mansion, Solana suddenly stopped. She heard a strange sound coming from a dark part of the garden—a sound like someone struggling to breathe, as if being strangled, or like an animal giving birth in the intensity of its moaning."Ana?" she called out softly when she saw the familiar shadow of her fellow maid.Ana was facing her, knees buckling, eyes bulging, and her mouth open as if wanting to scream, but no voice came out. Behind her was a man Solana couldn't quite make out because the thick branches of the hibiscus bushes obscured them. All she could see was the man’s hand gripped tightly around Ana's neck, seemingly strangling h

"Moan for me, Mom! Let your husband hear your moan while I’m pounding you harder!” he growled, his voice a lethal mix of anger and lust.He didn't wait for me to answer. He gripped my hips with bruising force, lifting my lower body to meet his every vicious thrust. Each time he bottomed out inside me, I felt my sanity slipping. The bed groaned under the weight of our sin, the sound echoing in the quiet room where my husband lay dying."Henry... stop... he might... ahhh!" I gasped, my head tossing back as he rammed himself into me without mercy."That's the point," he hissed, leaning down to bite my earlobe. "I want him to know that while he's fading away, I’m the one f*cking his wife. I’m the one owning every inch of you."He accelerated the pace, his body hitting mine with a rhythmic, wet thud that made my skin burn. Every shove was deeper, harder, and more primal. I wanted to scream in shame, but the pleasure he was forcing out of me was traitorous. My moans were becoming louder, mo