Warning:This chapter contains mature content not suitable for under eighteen.Reader discretion is advised.>>>Within a few minutes Krystie's clothes were flying across the room, she only had her bra on, Lucian was completely topless, with only his undies on and he was towering above her kissing her until she was out of her breath.Krystie too was returning the kiss, kissing him not rough but she was completely moving with his pace, just like how hungry he was for her, she too was also hungry for him, this is something that Lucian had taken note of.Just then Lucian lifted Krystie on his torso, so that her womanhood was just before his manhood, only separated by their thin undies, he carried her upstairs with their mouth still intertwined and then he threw her on the bed.Lucian stood aside to watch the beautiful site before him, "you are so beautiful baby," Lucian spoke as he took notice of the perfect curves on her body before he once again crashed their lips kissing her more
This chapter contains mature content, in case you feel uncomfortable reading it, you can skip i. Reader discretion is advised. >>> "You taste heavenly baby," Lucian whispered to Krystie making sure his lips came in contact with her ear, making her shudder as her face turned tomato red, she was flushed in embarrassment thinking that he had just licked her juices and here he was shamelessly speaking to her. Krystie tried to pull the duvets over to cover herself up, hiding from him but Lucian was fast enough to stop her, "Come on my dear, you don't have to hide from me, you are so beautiful!" Still, though Krystie was not yet satisfied, she felt she needed him inside her. When her face turned to Lucia's manhood that was standing staring at her in all its glory Krystie was a little bit scared thinking about how that whole thing was supposed to enter her, the first time she was half-conscious so she didn't know what exactly had happened between them. Lucian might have sensed it
Krystie stirred awake, the scent of something delicious pulling her from slumber. Blinking away sleep, she opened her eyes but with the harsh light, she closed it as she tried to adjust to the harsh sun rays. 'How long did I sleep?' Krystie asked no one in particular when she realized that it was already almost noon. Sleepily, she sat up on the bed. She could remember last night's events, and thinking of everything that had just happened, she felt embarrassed with herself. It was already shocking enough that even though she was drunk, she could remember it. Krystie took a glance at herself only to find herself in Lucian's shirt, the fabric warm against her skin. Good thing Lucian was much taller than her so the shirt was a mini dress for her. Without bothering to slip on shoes, she followed the enticing aroma to the kitchen, while rubbing her eyes sleepily. When Krystie reached the kitchen, she was met with the best sight she had ever seen all her life. Lucian was only putting on sh
"Krystie, don't you want to try driving this car? I know it is your dream car," Lucian suggested to Krystie immediately when they reached his garage. Krystie was hesitant, but Lucian nodded to her in affirmation, and Krystie had taken the chance to give it a try. That was her dream car, and she couldn't let that chance slip away. As Lucian and Krystie approached the entrance of the company, they were taken aback to see Cassandra sitting by, a look of anticipation on her face. It was evident that she was waiting for Lucian. Krystie was not a fool not to have known her intentions. ~~~~~~~~~ Cassandra was feeling so annoyed with the security guards at the D&LW company for not allowing her in. She had explained to them that she was Lucian's girlfriend yet no one believed her, instead they just laughed at her. "All of you just wait, I will have you all fired when I finally get to be the young mistress," she thought with a smirk on her face as she sat by the shade to wait for Lucian to
"Dan, two weeks are already over yet you haven't found a thing about it, or do you think I would just let it slide," the big boss thundered in the silent room. There was a pin-drop silence as everyone watched him in the shadows. Each one of them already knew the end for him had arrived. It was either he would be shot dead or thrown in a pool full of piranhas just outside their warehouse. "I have already accomplished the mission, sir. I investigated the area,, and I just found out that there is only one person who always stays around the hospital. I realized that it was a madman, and he was the same guy who saw us that day," Dan spoke in all seriousness to the boss as he passed the footage of the guy to Ben, the big boss's assistant, who in turn passed it to the boss who sat in the shadows. Even though Dan had carried out his investigation and found the little information that he had gotten, deep down he doubted because as he could remember that person was a lady, but there was no
Chloe sat at the table, she had a lot running through her mind, and she was not sure how she was supposed to react to this new revelation. Chloe could take it in, but she was not sure how Krystie would react if she were to hear any of this. Secrets lingered in the air like ghosts, haunting her, but what confused her more was how she was supposed to reveal all these secrets to Krystie. The most suffocating of all was that she could not keep the secret forever to herself. Even if she were to hide it from her, sooner or later Krystie would find out the truth, and thinking of it, it would be far worse than she could think of. It was only last night that Krystie had informed her that she and Lucian had decided to take their relationship to the next level, and make their marriage more real, not just a contract as it was before. Chloe and Krystie, bound together since conception in their mother's womb, had an unspoken rule between them: no secrets. Chloe, the younger of the two sisters
"Sir, I think there is a problem," Ben, the Big boss's assistant walked into the room without a knock, the smoke in the room made him choke on his breath, he had just received an important message from one of his groundsmen, and he could not just act on his own without the boss's permission. The matter at hand was very crucial. "What is it? The big boss asked uninterestedly. Normally it was always Ben who was dealing with issues at hand, and he would only forward crucial matters to him. "Sir, I just received news that your goddaughter is now married," Ben said in one go. "Yeah, I know." " Wait, what?" The big boss asked as he stood up in a go. "Yes sir, it's the truth, and it's already six months since they got married, but they have been keeping it a secret since then, we have just found it now," Ben spoke as he took his distance from the boss because only he knew better than anyone what the big boss could do if he were to waste a single moment. "What are you talking ab
"Mark, do you think everything is okay with the hospital, I find some things to be suspicious?" Krystie asked. She was not sure, she only wanted to find out whether Mark, too, had taken notice of such a thing. In the past week, ever since Krystie and Chloe had visited their godfather, there had been quite a lot going on in the hospital, including a thorough check on the patients and the staff in general. On inquiry, they would be informed that that was the order from above. For security purposes. It just didn't make any sense to have a hospital thoroughly checked, more so the patients, unless there was something planned behind the scenes or they were using the check as a blindfold to assure the public that everything was alright when it was not. "Yeah, you are right," Mark spoke as he scratched his head as he recollected the past week's events. That has always been his habit ever since they were young, anytime he would try to recollect something, he would always scratch his head
Krystie sat on a thick blanket spread out on the floor, cradling a sleepy-eyed baby boy in her arms while his twin sister giggled as Lucian lifted her high into the air, spinning her gently. "Easy, Lucian," Krystie laughed, brushing her son's dark curls from his forehead. "She’s going to think she's a plane." "She’s my little plane," Lucian said proudly, kissing the baby's chubby cheek as she squealed with delight. "A future heartbreaker like her mom." Krystie rolled her eyes but couldn’t stop the smile tugging at her lips. Their twins, Liam and Liana, were now six months old. Everything had changed since that magical wedding night. Regal Hospital, under Krystie's leadership, had become one of the most respected medical centres in the country. Krystie had restructured the staff, introduced groundbreaking programs for patient care, and expanded services to help the underserved. Her days were busy, filled with patients, administrative meetings, and, more often than not, chasing a
The iron gates of the prison stood still under the grey morning sky. Rain drizzles fell as a man dressed in all black stood at the gate. One last glance at the prison before he left. Not long after, sombre news had already spread like wildfire through the city: Xavier West was found dead in his cell at dawn.The report listed it as a suicide.There was no note, only the silence of a man who had once tried to control too much and lost everything. The guards said he hadn’t spoken for days. He’d sat in the corner, staring at the cracks in the wall, as if waiting for something that never came.Two days later, a small and discreet burial was held at a secluded cemetery. There were no headlines or reporters. Just a closed casket, a simple grave, and a few scattered mourners who had once called him family.Mark took one last glance at the casket at turned around, tears at the corners of his eyes. Despite everything his father had done, he couldn't deny that watching him lay in that casket st
Krystie smiled up at Lucian. As the slow notes of Perfect by Ed Sheeran ft Beyonce filled the garden, Lucian gently pulled her into his arms. They swayed together, the world around them fading away. His forehead pressed against hers as they danced. Mark and Chloe joined them on the dance floor, laughing when Mark twirled her clumsily but caught her just before she stumbled. Around them, their friends watched with shining eyes. When the song ended, Joel took the microphone, clearing his throat dramatically. "Alright, alright!" he called. "Before we dive into the cake and the rest of the night, we have something to announce" Lucian stepped forward, reaching into his pocket for a small velvet box. He smiled at Krystie, a radiant smile reserved only for her. "I wanted to start our new life together by giving you something," he said, voice carrying through the garden. "Something that represents your strength, your compassion, your unwavering belief in doing what's right." Krystie f
The air in the small living room buzzed with excitement. Krystie, Lucian, Mark, and Chloe sat around the coffee table, papers, flowers, and swatches of fabric spread out chaotically before them. "I still can't believe we're planning this in a few hours," Chloe giggled nervously, twirling a pen between her fingers. "Are we really doing this?" Mark caught her hand and squeezed it. "We are, honey. I don't want to waste any more time." Lucian nodded in agreement, his gaze tender as it fell on Krystie. "Neither do I. After everything we've been through, it's time for a new beginning. A real one." Krystie's heart swelled with emotions. It felt almost surreal, planning a wedding in one day but she wouldn't have wanted it any other way. Her parents would have wanted her to live fully, to find happiness even after the darkness. The girls and boys quickly divided up the tasks. Chloe and Krystie called a few close friends to help with the arrangements, while Lucian and Mark secured the
Krystie stiffened slightly in Lucian’s arms, lifting her head to meet his eyes."You said I gave you purpose," she whispered, her voice raw from crying. "What do you mean by that?"Lucian gazed down at her, his thumb gently brushing away the tear tracks on her cheek. His lips curved into a bittersweet smile as memories of seven years ago flooded his mind."I never told you before," he murmured. "But I think I owe you now."Krystie blinked in confusion. "Lucian…?"He led her by the hand to the couch and sat down, pulling her down beside him. His hand never left hers."Seven years ago," he began softly, "I was at the hospital. I had just lost my brother, Damien. He was my guardian after our parents died. He was everything to me."His voice grew tight with emotion, and Krystie squeezed his hand encouragingly."I sat outside the operation room for hours, refusing to leave. When they finally told me he didn’t make it, I couldn’t breathe. I just sat there, in the cold hallway, crying like a
Mark stood in front of Chloe’s apartment door, his knuckles white from clenching his fists. He hesitated for a second before knocking. Chloe opened the door, surprised to see him, but the look on his face made her step aside without question. "Mark?" He stepped inside, but he couldn’t look at her. His voice broke almost immediately. "I accompanied Krystie to see my father." Chloe’s eyes widened slightly, but she waited. Mark exhaled a shaky breath and finally looked at her, eyes red. "He admitted everything, Chloe. He killed them. Your parents just because he was bitter and envious." His voice cracked. "And I’m his son. I carry his blood, he stammered. I... I wouldn’t blame you if you hated me. If you never forgave me. I wouldn't forgive me either." Before another word could leave his lips, Chloe pulled him into a hug. He was stiff at first, then broke down, crying into her shoulder. "I’m so sorry…" he whispered, his voice raw.Chloe gently patted his back, her voice soft. "You
The heavy steel doors of the Blackthorn Federal prison clanked open as Krystie and Mark stepped inside. The long corridor echoed with the distant occasional shout from inmates. Guards led them in silence toward the visitation room. Neither Krystie nor Mark spoke. They all had lots of unanswered questions they desired answers to. It had been a month since the judgement, but Krystie had one more thing she desired to know. They were shown to a cold metal table. A few seconds later, Mr. Xavier was escorted in, clad in his prison uniform, hands cuffed, his once well-groomed face now unkempt beard and hollow eyes. But his smirk remained. "Well, well," he drawled, taking his seat and leaning back as far as the restraints would allow as if he were still the one in control. "See who finally decided to visit me if not my dear son and goddaughter. I was wondering how long it would take for the prodigies to come visit me. Have you come to gloat?" Krystie didn’t waste time. She straightened a
The courtroom buzzed as Xavier West was escorted inside, clad in an orange prison uniform that couldn’t quite mask the pride still etched in his posture. His expression remained composed, almost arrogant. His attorney, Mr. Clarke, adjusted his tie and leaned over. "Relax. We’ve got the best money we can buy. The judges are in our pocket. There’s no hard evidence they can use. We’ll have this thrown out in a week." Xavier didn’t respond, only stared at the room with cool detachment. Journalists filled the benches, their cameras flashing and pens ready. The public gallery overflowed with curious onlookers, family members of victims, and a few hospital staff. Xavier’s smirk returned when he saw the judges entering, three men he knew well, the judges from his case seven years ago. The lead judge struck the gavel, and announced, "Court is now in session. Case number 2328: The People vs. Xavier West." The prosecution began with an impassioned speech, laying out the charges including hu
At the boardroom on the top floor of Regal Hospital, sunlight filtered through the tall windows, where Mr. Xavier West sat at the head of the polished table, flanked by board members and stakeholders. All were dressed in fine suits, sipping imported coffee as they discussed the hospital’s future, oblivious to the storm that was about to hit.Xavier wore his usual calm mask, a faint smile plastered on his face as he nodded at a proposal from the finance director. "If we accelerate the expansion plans for our offshore branches, we can double our quarterly revenue," he said smoothly, exuding confidence and control.The silence shattered when the heavy double doors burst open without warning. Ben, Mr Xavier's personal assistant, stood there panting, sweat trickling on his forehead, his tie crooked as if he'd run all the way."Ben," Xavier barked, his eyes narrowing. "What the hell do you think you’re doing? You don’t barge in here when I’m in a meeting, especially not with the board!"Be