"Why the hell do I have to get involved in this mess?" Louelita muttered under her breath, frustration lacing every word as she hurriedly gathered supplies in the supermarket.
She had tried to put off going outside for as long as possible, but her food stock had finally run out. She had even considered ordering a delivery, but something-or someone-seemed determined to make sure she left the house. Dressed in a black hooded jacket, brown baggy pants, and low-cut shoes, she tried her best to blend in. Her long hair, usually tied back, was loose around her shoulders, and she kept her head down, avoiding eye contact with anyone around her. The last thing she wanted was attention. For an entire week, she had been immersed in her case, tirelessly digging through files and hacking into hidden servers to uncover the sickening crimes of powerful politicians. And what she found made her stomach churn. They weren't just corrupt-they were monsters. Human trafficking. Drug smuggling. Sexual exploitation. Murder. They had turned the world into their personal playground, preying on the innocent without a shred of remorse. They were demons in expensive suits, using their wealth and influence to bury their sins. Louelita had worked day and night, breaking into their secured sites, extracting evidence, and preparing to expose their filth to the world. But every time she tried to leak the information, it vanished. Deleted as if it had never existed. Someone was watching her. Blocking her. Silencing her. And now, she was being forced out of her safe space. She clenched her fists. 'I need to warn Sister Faith.' She shoved a few more necessities into her cart, but her movements became more rigid as the uneasy feeling in her gut grew stronger. There were eyes on her. Not just the usual glances from strangers passing by, but a persistent, calculated gaze that sent shivers down her spine. Her breathing hitched. Maybe going outside was a mistake. She should have just found another delivery service, even if it meant paying three times the price. Despite her efforts to stay inconspicuous, she could feel people looking at her. Judging her. Whispering. Were they really just regular customers? Or was she being paranoid? Either way, her nerves were shot. She averted her gaze, ignoring the occasional forced smile from strangers. It felt suffocating. Every second she spent outside was draining her. 'I need to get out of here.' Louelita rushed through the aisles, barely checking what she grabbed, and made her way to the cashier. The young woman behind the register greeted her with a polite smile. "Good afternoon, Ma'am! Lovely weather today, isn't it?" Louelita bit her lower lip. She didn't respond. She just wanted this to be over. The cashier, offended by her silence, deliberately slowed her movements. One by one, she swiped each item at an agonizing pace, glancing up at Louelita as if waiting for a reaction. Louelita's foot tapped against the floor impatiently. 'She's doing this on purpose.' Her anxiety skyrocketed. The weight of unseen stares made it even worse. She clenched her hands into fists, her nails digging into her palms. "P-Please hurry," she finally said, her voice trembling. The cashier ignored her. The blatant disregard made her throat tighten. She felt small. Helpless. Her entire body trembled as she tried to suppress the panic rising within her. 'This is hell.' Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the cashier announced, "That'll be 6,077 pesos, Ma'am." There was an edge to her tone-a barely concealed mockery-but Louelita didn't care. She paid, grabbed her bags, and bolted out of the supermarket without looking back. Even as she stepped into the open air, the weight on her chest didn't lift. The world outside was just as suffocating. 'I hate this. I hate being outside. I hate being around people.' Louelita would rather live in complete solitude than endure this constant anxiety. She quickly flagged down a taxi and climbed inside, rattling off her address before pulling the door shut. She didn't bother looking at the driver. She didn't care. She just wanted to go home. After sometime, Louelita sat stiffly in the backseat, gripping her bags tightly. Her teeth worried at her fingernails as she stared blankly at the passing streets. She wanted to believe she was safe now, but the uneasy feeling hadn't gone away. Something was wrong. The driver was stealing glances at her through the rearview mirror. Her stomach twisted. 'Why is he looking at me like that?' She forced herself to breathe steadily, pretending not to notice. Maybe he was just nosy. Maybe she was just overthinking. But then- The taxi turned onto an unfamiliar road. Her heart stopped. Another turn. Then another. Buildings disappeared, replaced by empty roads and the dense silhouette of trees. Panic surged through her veins. Her fingers tightened around her phone as she swallowed the lump in her throat. The driver smirked. He knew she had figured it out. Louelita's pulse pounded in her ears. She had to act fast. She pulled up her messages and typed frantically. To: Sister Faith I think this is my end. Someone is trying to kill me. If you're reading this, please don't worry. Maybe this is just my fate. I love you, Sister. Thank you for being my family. Her hands trembled as she hit send. She clenched her eyes shut. This was it. She had spent her life digging into darkness, and now the darkness had found her. For the first time in years, she felt truly powerless. The taxi drove further and further away from the city, bumping along a rough, uneven road. Louelita's breathing grew shallow. She had no weapons. No way to fight back. She had been so focused on exposing corruption that she never prepared for the consequences. She was a fool. The car came to a sudden stop. Her body jolted forward, and before she could react, the driver stepped out and yanked open her door. "Get out." His voice was sharp. Cold. Louelita froze. Beyond the car, there was nothing but darkness. No streetlights. No houses. Just towering trees and the faint sound of crashing waves. Her blood turned to ice. He had taken her to an isolated spot-far from anyone who could help. 'Oh, God. Oh, God.' Her breath hitched as she met his gaze. He held a gun. Her stomach twisted violently. She was smart, wasn't she? She was supposed to be smart. Then why the hell didn't she run when she had the chance? "Please," she whispered, desperation leaking into her voice. "I haven't done anything wrong. I was just doing my job." The man scoffed. "So am I." Her heartbeat pounded against her ribcage. He was going to kill her. 'No. No. I don't want to die.' She was frozen in place, terror rooting her to the seat. The man clicked his tongue. "Don't make this harder than it needs to be." Then he grabbed her arm and yanked her out. Louelita stumbled, her legs shaking beneath her. Her vision blurred. 'This is it. This is how I die.' The wind howled around them, carrying the scent of salt and damp earth. Her thoughts spiraled. Alone. She was always alone. And now, she would die alone. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes. She should have fought back. She should have learned how to defend herself. But it was too late now. The man's grip tightened as he dragged her forward. Louelita's breath hitched. Then, in a desperate, reckless moment- She ran, but then fate isn't agreeing with her right now.“I miss her too, Papa,” Louie said, his small hand clutching Ezra's fingers tightly. The child’s big brown eyes mirrored the pain that had become a permanent fixture in Ezra’s heart. They stood at the grave, a mound of earth adorned with wilting flowers, remnants of a love that had once bloomed. Ezra knelt, his knees sinking into the cool grass, feeling the sharpness of the moment prick at him. “I know, champ. I know,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “But… we have to be strong, right? For her.”“But it’s not fair,” Louie said, his voice rising in frustration. “Why did she have to leave us? Why can’t she just come back?”Every time Louie asked those questions, it felt like a knife twisting in Ezra's gut. He hated the helplessness that enveloped them, the unanswered questions that danced in the back of his mind like ghosts refusing to fade. “Life isn’t always fair,” Ezra replied, forcing a calmness that he didn’t truly feel. “Sometimes, bad things happen to the best people.”
“Ezra, you need to stop this,” Omar said, his voice firm yet tinged with concern. The early morning sunlight crept through the grimy windows of Ezra's apartment as if hesitant to illuminate the chaos within. Empty bottles lay scattered over surfaces, remnants of countless nights spent seeking solace in alcohol, a temporary escape from the unbearable reality of Louelita’s absence.“I can’t, Omar,” Ezra replied, his voice hoarse and heavy with despair. He sat hunched over the kitchen table, his unkempt hair falling into his eyes as he stared at the chipped wood beneath him. “I have to find her. I can’t just sit here and let them tell me she’s gone.”“People are starting to worry, man. The Velleotti’s are on the verge of collapse. You’re the boss; you need to step up. We need you,” Elio chimed in, his tone a blend of urgency and frustration. He leaned against the doorway, arms crossed across his chest, clearly disturbed by the state his friend was in.Ezra looked up at his friends, their
“Sir, the weather's turning rough. We should head back.”Ezra stood at the helm of his private yacht, eyes fixed on the churning sea ahead. Rain lashed against his face, but he didn't flinch.“We’re not stopping,” he said, his voice cold and resolute.Elio’s voice crackled over the radio from a nearby vessel. “Ezra, we’ve scoured this area for weeks. There’s no sign of her.”Ezra gripped the wheel tighter, his knuckles white. “We keep searching.”Primo’s voice joined in, laced with concern. “Ezra, please. You’re pushing yourself too hard.”Ezra’s jaw clenched. “Not hard enough.”The crew exchanged uneasy glances but knew better than to argue. Ezra had been relentless since the crash, refusing rest, food, or solace.As the storm intensified, the yacht pitched violently. Omar’s voice came through the radio from another vessel. “Ezra, your behavior is madness. We need to regroup.”Ezra slammed his fist onto the console. “I won't abandon her!”Inizio’s calm tone tried to reason with him.
“Ezra, wake up!” Louelita's urgent whisper pierced the tranquil darkness of their bedroom. Ezra stirred, his eyes fluttering open to find her sitting upright beside him, her silhouette illuminated by the soft glow of the moon filtering through the sheer curtains.“What's wrong, Vita Mia?” He murmured, concern evident in his voice as he reached out to gently touch her arm. She sighed, her gaze distant. “I can't stop thinking about Louie. It's been a week since we've seen him. I miss him so much.”Ezra sat up, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her close. “I understand. I miss him too. But he’ll be thrilled to see us tomorrow. The Alessio siblings have been sending updates; he's in good hands.”Louelita nodded, leaning into his embrace. “I know. It's just... this is the longest we’ve been apart.”He pressed a kiss to her temple. “Let’s get some rest. Tomorrow, we'll be reunited as a family.“The next morning, the sun cast a golden hue over the private island. The gentle
“Damn, Vita Mia. What are you doing?” Ezra asked as his eyes never left his wife’s body. It is still their honeymoon. They went to the island where Ezra first brought her when he saved her. Ezra asked for an hour or two because of an important meeting with his legal businesses, but his wife. His innocent-turned-naughty wife surely made a scene. Louelita bit her lip, seducing her husband, and looked down at her chest, bringing her hand to the string of her bathrobe and pulling it down, breaking the barrier to her healthy breast.She pulled the bathrobe open slowly, giving Ezra a clear view of two full breasts. His expression is one of shock and temptation. He’s completely caught off-guard as the meeting is on, his eyes glued to her chest for a few seconds before darting his eyes to his laptop.“Shit, Vita Mia, stop that. We will do it after this,” Ezra told her while gulping.Louelita pouted. “I want you now, Ez. I want you to do things to me again.”“Fuck,” he says, exasperated. He
As Ezra entered the room after sending orders to his men, his bulk crossed over the threshold, and in one moment, Louelita was in Ezra’s enormous arms; he wrapped her up easily and tightly. The wedding just ended, but their honeymoon wasn’t.“Is everything okay now?” Louelita whispered, but Ezra didn’t answer; instead, her mouth was sealed by Ezra’s. His mouth was hot, and she had to taste him, the tip of her tongue dancing along the ridge of his bottom lip. Louelita kissed Ezra back. Their hands never stopped touching the other’s skin and their lips never parted until they found themselves at the foot of their large king-size bed.“Fuck, I have some catching up to do,” Ezra muttered, looking straight into Louelita’s eyes.He let her go to undress, and she sat, still in the towel, demurely, as if she wasn’t about to be naked with her husband. His shirt came off, his arms were as thick as she always saw, his chest as wide as it looked, and the curves of every muscle in his six-pack