Masuk“What kind of game could he be playing at?” –Diego stormed through the living room, his entire body thrashed forward like a tornado that had lost control of itself. He couldn't stop the rage that flowed through his veins neither could he stop his feet as they kept leading him to the dining room where Chase was reportedly lounging. "Brother--"Chase said the moment his eyes caught Diego's frame but Diego cut him off sharply with a strong punch to the jaw. Crashing to the ground, Chase tasted blood in his mouth and spat it out. His jaw ached terribly, almost like it was dislocated. "What exactly are you playing at, Chase?" Diego questioned, fuming with rage. "What do you want with her?"Chase's mouth twitched into a smile as he rose himself off the ground. Dusting his body, he looked lazily up at his brother. "Is that why you hit me? Because I went to say hi to an old friend of mine?" "An old friend..." Diego muttered with a disgusted laugh. "Don't be silly, Chase. You and I both
“He's getting too close to the truth, there's no escaping him now.”–Rebecca kept thinking back at her encounter with Chase, something felt so... Off about him. He almost didn't believe her when she denied Diego as the father of her child. What was he up to?"Why aren't you eating your food?" Helen's voice cut through her train of thoughts. Rebecca looked up and blinked, for a second there, she had completely forgotten that she was sitting at the dining table. She shook her head. "It's nothing.""Let's hope it is." Helen voiced a reply. There wasn't a single sign of concern in her tone. "Why did you come home later than usual today? Did you go out after work?""I went to pick up Timothee from school." Rebecca responded in a bright tone. "He goes to school now?" Helen questioned, her perfectly shaped and skin brow arched as she asked. Rebecca nodded enthusiastically. For a moment there, she had hoped her aunt would share the joy that she felt at the fact that her little child was
“Would he truly think such vile things of me? Why do I doubt it so much?” –Rebecca picked up her phone as it started ringing, she had immersed herself in work just to get all other thoughts out of her mind. Staring at the number, she couldn't recognize it. But as a business woman, she slid it to the answer button and pressed it to her ear. "Hello?""My oldest friend, long time no see." A familiar masculine voice said from the other end of the phone. "Uhm..." Rebecca was confused. It felt so familiar yet so distant at the same time. She couldn't quite put her finger on it but she was very sure that she knew who was speaking to her. "I'm... Sorry but I don't know who I am speaking to. This number isn't saved on my phone.""Ah... Forgotten me so soon. I'll pretend like I'm not offended." The voice was getting even more and more familiar. She managed to put a name to it the same moment the caller uttered his name. "Chase." A smile played on her face. "Chase! It has been a while in
“He's the strongest man I've ever met and now he's willing to shift the entire world for me.”–Rebecca managed to get home that morning feeling tired and restless. She didn't want to leave, her entire body yearned for a few more moments next to him, but she knew that if she gave in to those feelings, she would never be able to leave. So she left instead, no words left behind. Hopefully no regrets too. But that part was a lie, she regretted it every step of the way. Vincenzo's words trailed back into her mind as she flopped against her bed. "You can't keep doing this, not to yourself or to Don Diego." He had said in a very firm voice. "You're hurting, you both are. You need to fix this. You can't survive without each other, your son needs the both of you at this point of his life."She wanted to hush him up, to tell him never to mention her son in their conversation again. But she knew he was right. Timothee needed them. He needed not just her but his father too. He didn't make it
“Will I be too greedy to pull her to my side during this terrible time?” –Diego woke up to the sound of his phone blaring. A soft groan escaped his lips as he turned towards the bed side table and reached for his phone. It was a reminder for something he had to do that morning. Turning it off, he allowed his eyes to fall shut as he turned around in bed, his hand reaching for the woman who had slept peacefully next to him. His forehead creased softly with confusion as he realized he was alone in bed. His eyes grew open, alert and clear. "She's... Gone?" He muttered to himself as he looked around the room. Indeed, she was gone. Without a trace even. He picked up his phone to check the time. Surprise flickered across his eyes as he noticed it was only a little after six. The door to the underground room opened after a soft knock and he wondered if it was her until Vincenzo entered the room with a look of something that resembled sadness or concern. "Good morning boss." His voice
“How much I've craved your touch…”–Rebecca leaned into his touch, feeling the warm sensation that spread through her body sober her up. Her tears ran freely down her cheeks and her body dangerously and painfully ached for his touch. She hadn't had it easy for the past three years, everything she had had to deal with during that period rushed back to her all at once and she couldn't stop the free flow of tears from falling. Her eyes fell close for a moment, savouring his touch for as long as she could. When her eyes opened, she realized he had been staring at her in silence, watching her, probably regretting hurting her like that. The words dropped from her lips before she even realized it. "I love you, Diego." Diego's eyes sparked with surprise, he didn't believe those words that fell from her lips. He couldn't stop himself as he leaned in and cupped her lips in a deep and hungry kiss. Rebecca's body pulsed with life as their lips connected. He sucked on her lips like he want
“Say my name. Say it once, say it twice.” _Rebecca almost slapped herself right there. How could she think about sex? Sex with a man like… him??? She could feel her cheeks heating up from the irresponsible thoughts that swarmed her head. How come she let herself waver so much? “What are you thi
It shouldn't hurt but it still does_Diego woke up with a soft groan. Opening his eyes, he felt even more tired than he did when he went to bed. How did he get to his room anyway? The last thing he remembered was going to the balcony for a smoke. Rubbing his forehead slightly, he tried to rememb
Answers? More like dead end riddles._A lot of questions stormed through Rebecca's mind at once. She tried to pick the best three out of the millions that plagued her mind. Why was she being held captive? What kind of business did her dad do with them? Who were they hiding from? What happened to
“How troubled is his young soul?” –Rebecca woke up with a soft moan escaping her lips. She was met with an unfamiliar ceiling looking down at her and a skull splitting headache pinned her down as she tried to sit up. She groaned softly and laid back down with her eyes closed. Opening her eyes a







