Karl's POV,"We have to be fast with whatever we have to do, because Chloe or Susan whichever you want to call her, is a crazy woman and wouldn't hesitate to do anything, her words shouldn't be taken lightly," I said to them who had been listening to me without interruption with my eyes wide open, I swallowed hard in an attempt to quell my panic that had gotten a grip of my heart,I was scared as I spoke which made my voice shake, I was scared if revealing the truth about my status with Chloe, the fear of making Luciana and Dalisay find out that I had been lying to them about my first wife made me pick my words with care."So, what are we going to do now? Because as long as I'm concerned, everyone of you here are suspect, and I'm going to get you all arrested." Maxwell responded unflinchingly, without any iota of panic in him, his expression was grimly as he spoke making everyone shift uneasily on their spot, except Luciana who had been sitting quietly with her fingers resting on her
Two weeks later, Judith's POV, The last two weeks had been a blur of pain and anguish. My best friend, Amihan, lay comatose in the hospital, clinging to life by a thread same as Dalisay. I blamed myself for everything that had happened. It was my selfish desire for Maxwell that had caused all of this. I had been so jealous of Amihan's relationship with him, that I had pushed her to move into the mansion, even though I knew it was dangerous. And now she was fighting for her life, while I was left with nothing but regret and guilt."Judith, you look exhausted," Amihan's mother said, her face filled with concern. "Why don't you go home and get some rest? You've been here at the hospital for days now."As soon as they had received news of Amihan's incident, her Foster parents had flown down from New York, arriving the next day. They had been at the hospital ever since, taking turns to stay with Amihan. She was right. I hadn't slept in days, and I was running on empty. But I didn't want
Amihan's POV, I tried to sit up, but the pain in my head and stomach was excruciating. I could feel the grogginess of sleep slowly fading away, and I became aware of my surroundings. It was a hospital room, and the memory of the shooting came flooding back. "Mom," I said weakly, my voice hoarse from disuse. "Where is Dalisay?""Dalisay's getting the best care possible, honey," my mom said, her voice gentle and soothing. But even as she spoke, I couldn't help but sob. I felt so guilty, knowing that Dalisay had risked her life to save me."She's going to be okay," my mom said, rubbing my back comfortingly. "And you're going to be okay too. We're all going to get through this together."I wanted to believe her, but my emotions were still too raw. I couldn't stop crying. My gaze shifted to the corner of the room, and I saw Judith standing next to my father. Her eyes were red and swollen, and she looked like she had been crying. I felt a surge of anger well up inside of me."What is sh
Three years later, Amihan's Pov, Three years had passed, and everything had changed. I stood at the window, looking out at the world below, and a wave of mixed emotions washed over me. Nostalgia, regret, wistfulness, pride, hope. It was a complex stew of feelings, impossible to separate or label. I closed my eyes, letting the memories wash over me like a summer rain.As I thought about the journey that had brought me here, I felt a deep sense of gratitude. It had been a long road, full of twists and turns, but I was finally where I wanted to be. The funeral for Dalisay was a somber but beautiful affair, a fitting tribute to a life well-lived. As she was laid to rest, it felt like her soul was finally at peace.In the weeks and months that followed, Karl and Adams threw themselves into raising Bella. They loved her fiercely, determined to give her everything they could. And as she grew, she began to resemble her mother more and more, both in looks and in spirit. With little Bella by
I looked at him with a smile on my face for a few minutes before giving him a warm kiss on the cheek. "I've missed you so much, Amihan." He said passionately. My rage and bitterness overflowed me after hearing his words. There was going to be no going back, ever, so I forced a smile. After putting him gently on the bed, I gave him a few minutes of intense kissing. "Would you please remove your ring? I don't have to feel bad about fucking you," I whispered sensually in his ear. I get pissed off when I see his wedding band or anything that makes me think of his wife. "Anything for you, darling." I struggled to keep a straight face as I secretly scowled at his comment.I silently frowned at his comment and tried to maintain a blank countenance. With haste, he took off his ring and swooped down to press his face on my breast, which was already exposed due to my sleeves without buttons. I laughed sexily and pushed him away, saying, "Not so fast, MR." I enjoyed the desire I saw in his
It felt right, even though it was only my second time having sex with this stranger.But this time, the sex was extremely hot and more intense. As I strolled back into the bedroom holding two glasses of chilled juice, my penis hardened at the sight of her well-rounded breasts."You are one badass bitch that knows how to turn a man on, " I managed to say as I tried too hard to look away. She was deliberately trying to get me into fucking her hard again. "I'm not inviting you in, darling, " She replied seductively and touched her boob fondly. I could tell by her voice that she was making a lot of effort to hide her want for another round, but her eyes were always betraying her as they sneaked glances at my firm cock, and I wanted to be between her legs.I loved how she had sucked my cock passionately. I've never felt such a vibration from any other woman. Not from Dalisay or Sarah. They were the two women I have had more intimate moments with because they were both my wives. And No
Maxwell's P.O.V I stared at my mom for a few minutes without uttering a word. "Max, you don't have a choice right now. I wished I had a way to make this easier," she said. I looked at my mom and smiled, then glanced at the photo of the lady given to me by her. She looked hot and harmless at the same time. "Everything you need to know about her is well-detailed there," She said and handed an envelope to me. "Her name is Amihan Jude, the only daughter of Mr. Angelo Jude, Although he has a son who is an autism patient. Making her the only heir of her father's wealth," she added while I gave a disapproved look. "Max, my darling, This is the only way to save our company. We are almost bankrupt and need the support of a multinational company. This is your dad's only legacy he left for us. We can't let it go down without trying to save it." "What if she is married or Even in a relationship?" A grin appeared on my face, but a questioning one. "No, she isn't married. She is single. Go
Annabel's P.O.V I took my phone and googled about Karl Rodrigo on my way home; not much was said about him except that he was a businessman happily married to Dalisay Gabriel with different loved-up photos of them that made me chuckle. "Believe the internet at your own risk," I hissed. I dialed Judith's number. "Hey, sis," I said when she picked up. "What's up, Bella? Your call came in right on time, baby girl. I was worried if Karl had added you to the list of his wives." Judith said, and I raised a brow. "List of his wives?" I questioned. "Yes, girl, you had me right. The motherfucker is a gold digger, just like his public display wife," She added, and I became more confused. I've known Judith for over five years; she has been the private investigator my parents had hired to help me with my findings. Although, she is more of a family to me now. We relocated together from New York to the Philippines. Getting along with her wasn't easy at first because of the trauma I had go