Nobela ni Trinity

~~Elena~~ “Over here, please,” I said to the delivery man. I watched as he carefully hung both the wedding photos and the family picture. “I’m done, ma’am,” he said. I nodded, clearly impressed. “You can go,” I added. He bowed slightly and left. I stood there for a long moment, my eyes resting on the picture of all of us—Alejandro, me, Sophy, and Richard. It was so beautiful. And I knew, in a few months, another little bundle of joy would join us. A Month had passed since the wedding, and Alejandro had been patient—always letting me spend more time with the children, yet never letting me to fully return to my parents’ company. I understood his caution, and I appreciated it. After some thought, I decided it was best to let him merge the company with his, trusting that it would continue smoothly under his guidance. I remained involved in a gentler way, addressing the workers through online meetings, knowing that, for now, this balance was right for all of us. “Mummy, we’re back,

~~Alejandro~~ I watch from the altar as Anthony, her uncle, holds her hands, guiding her forward. Just as I predicted, she’s breathtaking in that dress—every bit worth the money I spent. It fits her perfectly. Her smile lights up her face, pure happiness radiating from her, and in that moment, I can’t even begin to describe how I feel. It’s unexplainable—the sheer joy swelling inside me. She reaches me, and I stare at her, blankly, as a flood of memories crashes over me: our happiest moments, our sorrows, our forbidden times. I remember the very first day I saw her, standing in that club, hesitating, wondering if she should go in. I went for one reason, but she flipped the game—and it was a mistake I would willingly make again in another life. “Alejandro,” she says softly. I blink, trying to pull myself together, and turn to the priest. “What’s wrong? What are you thinking about?” she asks, worry threading her voice. “I’m losing control… because of your beauty,” I admit, serio

~~Elena~~ I stare at the wedding gown hanging in front of me, tears of joy slipping freely down my cheeks. “It’s so beautiful,” I whisper, my fingers tracing the delicate fabric, then the piece of jewelry beside it. Alejandro has taken his time with everything. He only asked a tailor to measure me once, then told me to trust him—until today. And he was right. This is a masterpiece. I haven’t seen any part of it before now. “Mrs. Rodriguez, please take your seat,” the makeup artist says softly. I nod and sit down. It’s the big day. For the past three weeks, I’ve only heard that arrangements are being made, yet I’ve seen nothing. I’ve been stuck at home with Sophy. The only time he allowed me to visit my parents’ company, he went along with me. Despite my constant requests for space, he watches me silently. Sometimes, I feel like there must be a hidden camera somewhere—he always knows what I’m doing. And yet… I find everything dangerously beautiful. I feel myself growing addict

~~Alejandro~~ Something about her current situation always makes my body react before my mind. I had cameras installed everywhere so I’d know the moment she is in trouble. I even instructed the guards to call me if they noticed anything unusual. And just now, they said she almost fell. Yes—almost. But I don’t believe in almost. She needs to be safe. Always. I would give up anything to protect her. Even to the point of keeping my little daughter away from her, because I know she would want Elena to take on some motherly responsibility for her. That’s fine—but Elena’s safety comes first. Before my father. Before my child. Before anyone. Yet it seems my care has become too much. So much that she feels trapped, as if I’m stealing her freedom. It hurts—knowing she’s breaking under my concern, knowing she misses her daughter so deeply. If having her daughter back is what she wants, then I’ll do it. “Alejandro, let’s hold the wedding in the next three weeks,” she whispers. My heart s

~~Elena~~ “I’m so sorry, Elena. I have no idea what really happened. The only thing I saw on the news was that Morales escaped after stabbing Javier and later ended up dead,” Mariana says softly. “It’s okay,” I replied. “Don’t you think you should move your wedding planning forward before your pregnancy becomes too obvious?” Mariana asked.I had asked Alejandro to keep it on hold until further notice, and I told Mariana I would want it next month, but now I think she’s right about me moving it forward. “Hm… That actually sounds like a good idea, but won’t it be too pressurizing?” I asks. She shakes her head. “Everyone wants an opportunity to meet Alejandro. Once it hits the news, trust me, all of Madrid will make time for that day.” I clench my jaw, realizing everything she says makes sense. If Alejandro could arrange his so-called wedding with Valentina on such short notice, then he could definitely do this too. Three weeks later, I decided silently. “Fine. Sounds good,

~~Elena~~ “Daddy, he’s a bad man,” Sophy says in a small, shaken voice. “He hit my Mummy. He put a dirty cloth on my mouth.” Alejandro’s anger rises sharply beside me. I feel it in the way his body stiffens, in the way his jaw tightens. I slowly rest my head against his shoulder. “There’s no point anymore. He’s gone.” I say quietly. Alejandro exhales deeply, one hand gripping the steering wheel while the other holds mine. “I’m sorry I dragged you into this mess.” I give a weak chuckle. “Morales was consumed by revenge. He lost everything—that’s why.” He takes another breath. “Let’s not talk about him anymore.” I nod. Silence stretches between us. I feel weak, pain coursing through my body. I need rest. “Alejandro… Can we go straight home? I don’t want Grandpa to know what happened.” He nods without hesitation. ******************************** ~~Alejandro~~ My hands tightened around the steering wheel. Morales was lucky he didn’t survive—if he had, I woul

I swivelled my chair softly, watching as Chloe performed her own task. She's sucked at it; even a blind man could tell she was acting—well, only if the blind man actually overheard them. "Ma'am, do you need a massage?" she grinned awkwardly. Chloe isn't disrespectful; she has been a naive, quiet lady. But who gives massages in the office? And "ma'am"—she never referred to me as one; we are almost the same age. I leaned forward, my elbow on my desk, my fingers clasped together. "Chloe, do you need anything?" I asked softly. She blinked her eyes, then slowly lowered her gaze. "Sophie, I know this might sound a bit odd, but can you just step down from your position as a manager? You are the CEO's wife; you don't need to pay anything. You could afford any lifestyle you want, but our situations are different. My junior brother is sick, and just my salary won't help out. I really need this bonus, Sophie. Please, can you just step down?" she said, sobbing. I leaned back, staring at her

"W…what did you mean?" I asked, my breath quickening.His eyes slowly scanned my face. "What? Are you not okay with that?" he said calmly. "Don’t worry—your job won’t be threatened. And since you want the authority to promote or demote your colleagues, I’ll let you use the email address," he announced.My heart filled with satisfaction, a wide, triumphant smile spreading across my face.“You need to rest. I’ll ask the driver to take you home later,” he said.I nodded and leaned back.Thank goodness it was worth it. Now let the real fun begin.I arrived home a few minutes past eight in the evening. I caught sight of Sebastian’s car in the driveway. A quiet sigh slipped from my lips before I headed inside.The moment I entered the living room, I froze.Sebastian was sitting on the couch, his arms folded across his chest. He looked exactly like a strict father waiting for his child to return from a night party.I sighed and walked past him, pretending I hadn’t noticed him.“Where are you

He pulled out his cock, and I felt my folds empty, craving him inside of me again. The pain seemed to be the more thrilling part of this sex. "Sophy, if you want to prove your sincerity, now is the time. I want to know how much of my obsession you can take," he said bluntly.I blinked, trying to figure out what he meant, but before I could ask anything, he spanked my ass hard, and I jerked.He smacked me again, and a loud moan tore from my throat. I glanced at him over my shoulder and immediately felt his fingers moving inside me, thrusting urgently as his breath came faster and his fingers pushed deeper."You are going to satisfy my five years of craving right now," he growled, still thrusting his fingers. My grip tightened around the sheet, my knees trembling, and a loud moan escaped me as I shattered around his fingers. Immediately, he pushed his cock hard into me, and a loud cry tore from my throat.Would I be able to satisfy a five-year craving in just a day? I might die.He kept

Mr. Logan stopped, and a wave of cool air brushed against my trembling folds, making my breath come faster.I watched him rise to his feet, my eyes following him in anticipation as he reached for the phone and slowly handed it to me.I blinked in confusion. “It’s Sebastian… I can’t pick it up,” I said quickly, my voice trembling.He said nothing. His face remained completely unreadable.Slowly, his finger traced along my inner thigh before moving higher. His touch reached my clit, and he pressed down hard; a loud moan escaped my lips.And damn, the phone wouldn’t stop ringing.“Pick the call, Sophy,” his deep voice commanded.I gasped and shook my head, silently pleading. There was no way I could keep my voice steady in a moment like this.He thrust two fingers into me, making my hips jerk from the sharp mix of pain and pleasure. My hand trembled as I slid my finger across the answer button, switching the call to loudspeaker before tossing the phone aside, unable to keep holding it."

I chuckled and got to my feet. Right now, I wanted confirmation that my job was safe. And if my role meant submitting to him, then so be it. I'm willing to do anything to defeat Laura and Sebastian—even if it means giving him exactly the impression he wanted. I reached for the buttons of my blouse, my eyes fixed on him as I slowly took them off one after the other. “You said you were obsessed with this body… and that I shouldn’t let anyone else touch me,” I murmured as I slipped off my blouse and tossed it to the floor, leaving myself in only my bra and suit pants. A wide smile spread across his face as he spread his legs. His cock had hardened again, and even though he had tucked it back into the sweatpants, it was still clearly visible. I reached for my suit pants and slid them off, standing only in my black bra and pants in front of him. After that day, I had developed the habit of wearing matching underwear, never knowing when I might end up in a situation like this. And righ

I moved my knees closer, trying to find a more comfortable position as I began sucking him.“Sophy,” he growled. A rush of heat surged through me at the sound of his voice.But this… this was insane. Who would ever imagine me—Sophy Smith, a quiet girl who had always been faithful to her husband—now on my knees, pleasuring my father-in-law?It was the highest taboo imaginable. And yet… I felt no feeling of regret.I continued my movements, focusing on just sucking the tip—it was too big to fit fully into my mouth.Suddenly, his hand fisted in my hair, guiding me deeper as he thrust his hips.The tip hit the back of my throat, making me gag, but he didn’t stop.My vision blurred as tears slipped down my cheeks, the force of his movements brutal. Drool dripped from my chin.“Look at me, Sophy. I want to see how you enjoy it,” he growled. I lifted my eyes to meet his.His tongue brushed over his lower lip, teeth catching it just so. The gesture alone made a shiver run through me, sparkin