Novels by PROGRESS AREREBO

chapter 95 “Camilla this is not happening! how can you do this to me?”Lisa questioned pacing about. She has been trying to call Vincenzo but his number is not going through. By this time the house was already filed with maid pacing up and down. The driver had gone out to bring the car to the front of the house. And Camilla, she is just seating there looking unfazed by the ongoing commotion. Like contraction hasn’t started but Lisa was all worked up. Camilla released breath from her mouth and stood on her feet. Forcing everybody’s attention to her. “Where the fuck do you think you are going? contraction might kick in any moment from now!”Lisa barked. The pressure of the situation was suffocating. heavens now she didn’t sign for this. Camilla frowned at her. “What? i need to shave and i need to take a shit. ”Camilla calmly spoke. She started walking to the stairs when Lisa voice came again. “Are you even listening to yourself! You want to go shave when contraction might

**UNDERGROUND TORTURE HOUSEVincenzo walked into the torture house wearing a fine tailored suit, with matching pants and fine leather shoes. He advanced towards the two figures chained. With their hands tied above their head to the ceiling, leaving the rest of their body to dangle. Vincenzo stopped in front of them with a grin. His hands were in his pocket as he watched the two disgusting looking figures struggle to keep their eyes open. Antonia chuckled as she tried to open her eyes. She couldn’t even see properly resulting from dehydration, and the room was completely dark aside from the single light bulb that hung above their heads. Her face looked drained of life, her hair was hard as iron and her lips were tearing already. Dried blood rolled from the side of her face down to her shoulder, where there was a long open cut. Even her shirt was completely off leaving her upper body bare. Underneath, her pants were completely off leaving her with just her panties. A big gap was b

Chapter 93Holly sat on the passengerseat, her elbow resting on the window with the glass wind down. She stared out of the window, wearing a pair of shades. The cold evening breeze blew her hair, with strands covering a part of her face. Lucas sat on the driver’s seat, hands on the steering wheel as he zoomed down the highway. At each passing second, he kept stealing glances at Holly. A sigh left his throat as he took his gaze back to the road. It had been days now, almost a week, and Holly was still living with him. A part of him didn’t want to love it but the selfish part of him wished they could stay like this forever. She had been communicating with her mother and siblings over the past days, and she seemed good. But he knew it was all a facade. He heard her sobbing at night when she turned to the side, thinking he was asleep. He missed the old Holly, the one he had gotten obsessed with. The one who made him leave his daily job just to watch her wake up, **bathe**, have br

Chapter 92.kAYLA AND RYDERS MANSION 9:PMKayla stood by the balcony in her silk nightie, which flowed with the rhythm of the wind. Her hands rested on the rails, as she stared at the full moon that shone bright above the sky. Her hair was packed in a burn with strands falling on her forehead. She looks neither happy or sad, just void of all emotions. She stared at the moon like it could take all the problems that she was facing away. Just a moment ago, she walked out of the bathroom after having her bath, only for her to receive a message from both Ryder's parents and hers. They wanted a grandchild. Like they don't even care about her, all they care about was their family legacy. She just woke up from a coma and this is the first thing they are asking for, she knew right from when they all showed up in the hospital it met no good. She heard footsteps behind her but didn't turn to look. In the next minute, Ryder's arms were around her. Tracing his nose down the side of her neck

Mexico undisclosed location. A figure dressed in a black hoodie, wearing a facemask to hide their identity walk out of a cracked house. The figure turned out to be Sophie. She glanced behind her, making sure no one was watching or following her. Then she walked into a call boot, she put her hands into her pocket and brought out a coin which she put in the machine before dialing a number. With a final glance around she placed the telephone on her ear. "Hello"she said immediately the phone was answered. "Who is this"Came the voice from the other side. Sophie let out a sigh of relief before she spoke. "Fuck! Where the hell was your phone? I've been trying to reach you for the past two weeks now"Sophie said. "Sophie! Why the fuck are you calling me? I thought i told you not to call?"The person restored. Sophie did an eye roll before speaking, her voice soft almost pleading. "That is not the reason why i called you. Look, i can't stay here anymore. I am running out of money and this p

Chapter 90Camilla sat in the back seat with Vincenzo sitting beside her. Her hands on her baby bump, her mind had gone **away** as she stared into space. Vincenzo didn’t seem to notice; he was on his phone, probably thinking of a better way to kill Antonia and Vivian. Camilla snapped out of her thoughts. She spared Vincenzo a glance, then turned to the window. She watched people going about their daily **lives**, her gaze **sweeping** along the familiar neighborhood. This was where she used to **live** with Ryder, and Mr. and Mrs. Jenkins also lived as their **neighbors**. A sad smile appeared on her lips. What a small **world** it is. If it was months ago and someone told her that her life would turn out like this—and that Mr. and Mrs. Jenkins, her own **neighbors**, were her biological parents—she would have called the person a big fat liar. Although she still wasn’t ready to meet her parents, she didn’t want to trouble Vincenzo with **these** issues. Camilla heaved deeply. W

Aoife's car rolled into the underground parking lot. She found a space to park her car and got out of it.Her phone, along with her handbag, was in her hand. She pushed the door open and stepped out, looking exhausted."I can't believe I forgot that file, stupid," she muttered to herself, walking into the elevator.The file contained information for their next heist, but everything that happened led her to forget it.The elevator door closed behind her. She pressed the button to her floor and rested her back against the elevator wall.The scene where Arthur choked her replayed in her thoughts, and she subconsciously rubbed her neck."What a prick," she scoffed. "I hope he dies," she added.Soon the elevator came to a stop, and the door slid open. Aoife walked out of the elevator with grace as she stepped onto the hallway lined with plush green carpet, and a chandelier making it look majestic.She walked to her door and raised her hand to input her pass code but stopped mid-air when sh

"Yes! Huh! Fuck!" Devika hit the desk. Idris pulled her hair backwards, banging her from behind. Their graons and maons filed the office. Devika looked a mess, hair scattered mixed with sweet and glued to her skin like a second skin. Her grown was pushed up a over her belly, while her upper body was pressed on the desk, her legs were left on the floor. Her boobs were out of their cages, and one was in Idris hold as he played with it. Pressing and pinching her nipple. The desk was cleared of all files and devices, they where laying carelessly on the floor. Devika’s ass was covered with hand sprints and welt, left by Idris’s belt. Idris leaned closer and started trailing kisses on her back down to the welts. His cock was still buried deep in her, he took his hands from her boobs and moved them down to her waist. He pulled out and started stroking his cocking, watching as Devika sighed in dissatisfaction. He saw her wet pussy vibrating, aching for his cock to fill her hole

He slapped her hand from his neck, switching positions as he slammed her back onto the wall. Idris's hand slid up to her neck, and he gripped it. His hold on her neck was firm and powerful. It could break even the most stone-hearted woman. Then his eyes. Those beautiful eyes, the way he stares at her. His lingering gaze was enough to break anybody, but Devika. She wasn’t one to let a man get to her. A chuckle threaded its way to her throat. She raised her hand and held his face, stroking his cheek gently with her pointy finger. “What do you think?” Devika asked. “I know you took the money, return it,” Idris said, his tone leaving no room for arguments. “What makes me the suspect?” Devika asked. Idris's grip tightened on her waist, and he pulled her closer. “Aren’t you Devika of the Furious Thief gang?” Idris asked with a smirk, watching as Devika’s smile faded. “Asshole. I didn’t steal your money, believe it or not.” She pushed him away, and he stumbled back. “I will get your

Aoife gasped for breath, but Arthur wasn’t stopping. His grip was tightening with each passing second, and she felt herself slipping away. Arthur groaned, with tears pouring from his eyes. Aoife’s nails dug into his arms on her neck. Just when she was about to cross the borderline, a surge of adrenaline ran through her veins. She raised her leg and kneed him in his groin—so hard, she almost reciprocated his pain. Arthur let go of her neck as she fell on the floor, coughing. He held his dick, his face strained in pain, holding the desk for support. “Fuck!” Arthur cursed. He ran for Aoife, but she rolled to the side, watching as he hit the wall. She took a vase on the center table and smashed it on his head. A hole formed in his head as blood started oozing out of the hole. “You fucking slut! What have you done to me! I’m bleeding! I’m fucking bleeding!” He yelled, hands hovered above his head, trying to cover the wound as he fell on his knees. Disbelief was visible in his

FURIOUS THEIF GANG HOUSEThe dining room was lively, with the gang members talking about the heist of the previous night. Everybody except Chloé was chatting; she had her head dipped over her food, eating silently. JJ, seating just two persons across from her, couldn't help but stare at her."Chloé, are you okay?" JJ asked before he could stop himself. All heads turned to her, making her bite her bottom lip."Yeah," she replied. Everybody turned their gaze from her, but JJ's gaze lingered a bit longer before he looked away."Last night, Diana was stabbed," Uriel announced. She smirked, watching Diana’s eyes widen. Everybody turned to her with wide eyes, and she secretly locked gaze with Uriel, cursing her under her breath.Nadia saw what happened, but she chose to ignore it.The other gang members kept throwing questions at her."Nobody is talking about how JJ has been unexpectedly quiet today," Nadia said, turning their attention to JJ."What! Leave me out of your gossip," JJ replied

NEXT DAY PJ-TWENTY FIVE.Devika's car arrived in front of the company. She got down and threw her keys at the valet, without sparing him a glance. He raised an eyebrow as she walked past him.Devika walked with her head held high, not giving a darn about the meaningful glances she was getting from the employees. Her heels made a click-clack sound as they touched the floor, and the employees paved the way for her as she walked past them.A male employee brought out his phone to take photos, but with one glare from Devika, he dropped his phone immediately. She rolled her eyes and walked past him. Her eyes caught Idris and Matthew going into the CEO's elevator.A smirk appeared on her lips as she increased her pace. The elevator door was about to close, but luckily, she was able to enter before it closed. Idris and Matthew stopped their conversation, turning to see who would dare interrupt them.The moment Idris looked up, their gazes locked. He felt the shift in the atmosphere, and he k