Carla It's been seven days of torture and frustration. Sometimes, I'll be asked to lie down and spread my legs, while Don Angelo puts the dildo in my pussy and goes to sleep in his room. On one of the occasions, the dildo worked for four whole hours, and I could only feel sorry for myself. Nothing helped, but he just won't touch me. There are times I am asked to touch myself while bathing, with Don Angelo standing by to watch. He did not bring any new girls to the house, but I can't tell if he gets to fuck someone outside or not. Before I wake up every morning, someone comes around to cook our meals for the day, and then the person leaves. For seven days, I have not put on any clothes, but I can only be grateful that Don Angelo always leaves the heater at a good temperature for me.I can't even remember the number of adult films I have been forced to watch, all because of this punishment. Well, today is the eighth day, and Don Angelo should forgive me by now. I know he won't go
Carla“No, Don, I did no such thing. I don't even have a phone yet. How can it be me…?” Don Angelo says we have to return to the mansion, so we have been here for the past three days. Before we come here, however, he takes me to see Aldo. My brother seems to have totally changed. His complexion is better. Aldo does not look malnourished anymore, and even his lips have enough color to show he is a living person. He just needs to remain sedated for a few more days so his body will adjust to the new treatment they're giving him. Whatever they're giving him, I pray they keep it up because it's working. Ever since coming to the Hernandez villa, I have been staying out of everybody's business, but a certain someone would just not leave me alone. I don't know why, but Don Angelo already told everyone that I’m his girlfriend instead of his plaything. I can only keep up with the lie.“Angelo, I can swear I saw this bitch sneaking out of your office yesterday. If the proposal is not with her
Lucinda Caprio“Yes…? Any news?” What! I have been sitting beside my phone all these days, and my men have called so many times to give me whatever information they find. Yet still, no one has news about Carla. It has merely been one disappointing phone call after the other. What is happening? Don’t we have one of the best detective agencies in Jet City anymore? Or, have things become so bad for the Caprios that we cannot even find such a young lady after expending so many resources?It has been almost two weeks since the fashion show, and I have so many brands now begging to have Carla’s face on their products. Some are even willing to pay her millions just for a single advertisement. There are even clothing brands that want her to become their ambassador. However, try as I may, I have been unable to reach out to her. I have even ensured that her face and everything that happened at the fashion show would be number one on the hottest and trending topics on social media. I have succe
Mateo Garcia“Doctor Max, why does my leg feel so heavy? And I still can't move the lower part of my body.” I can't believe someone nearly made me a cripple. How the fuck is it possible to have someone shoot me, Mateo Garcia, in the dark, and get away with it? All the bodyguards around me are fools. They are nothing but fools! They still can't find who the shooter is, but I know who it is. Hmph!! Once I get out of this bed, I will make that Hernandez bastard pay dearly for this. He must pay for spilling my blood. Blood for blood!And why is this silly doctor staring at me as if I’m speaking a language he cannot understand? “What! You need me to force your mouth open before you can give your lousy diagnosis?”“I’m sorry, Mateo. The prognosis is not good. I don't even know where to start…” [Bang!!!] I fire a single bullet into the table behind him, and I ensure that it flies only a few inches away from his left foot. Dude must even feel the sharp wind that carries the bullet. Unles
Don AngeloFiona is getting bolder and bolder these days. I really don’t understand why she thinks she can just do anything and get away with it—including setting up my girlfriend as a spy. Oh, yes. I know she set Carla up, but why she is doing such things, I do not understand. I believe it’s just for her to get close to me, as she rather sees Carla as a threat. That’s quite interesting, though. I’d love to see how the little fox would treat her when they meet again. Disallowing her from leaving the room yesterday is because I want her to rest properly. Staying up all night can make her sick, so I’m pretty sure she has made up for that by sleeping through the day. Now, it’s a new day, and I would love to see what the punishment has awakened in my little fox.Ha! It feels so good knowing that she’s a fierce creature as far as everyone else is concerned, but when she comes to me, she’s as harmless as a kitten. Fuck! I’m getting a hard-on from merely imagining Carla’s demure appearanc
Don Angelo“That reminds me, Hattos, what about the task I gave you at home?” I just remembered that I told Hattos to take care of the maid Fiona paid to lie against Carla.I know she lied because, unlike what Fiona knows, I have my phone connected to the CCTV control room at home. I have my eyes and ears in the house. Even Hattos does not know about this fit. I have seen how Fiona deleted the real video just so Carla would look bad and take the blame for everything. I cannot have such scheming maids in my house. Hattos is still thinking about the task, and I am surprised, because it is the only task I have given him since yesterday.“D… Don, a task…?” I really feel like giving Hattos a resounding slap to reset his brain. He’s behaving like I have not said anything to him.“Oh, is it about the maid?” Of course, it is. What else have I tasked you to take care of? I won't talk to Hattos right now - he’s making me doubt my intelligence. I don't know what's eating him up, but he hasn't
Carla“Lady Lana, how are these for me?” I can't remember anyone else knowing I'm in this house. Aside from that, Don Angelo is the lord of the mansion, and he would not buy so many gifts for me. What reason does he have to do that?I don't believe the lady of the house being described is me. It must be someone else. My whole backside is on fire right now due to the beatings I received the previous day. How can I be the lady of the house after receiving beatings and later getting locked up? Tsk! I must be the most pathetic lady of any house ever!I won't even bother myself with Lady Lana's words. How can she tell me to watch Don Angelo's actions and believe that he loves me? That's the worst joke I've heard in all my life. As for me having feelings for him, I won't be so careless. I am his bed warmer, and along the line, I also enjoy his body. I can't deny myself all that enjoyment, can I? It's the tiny payment I get for being his fuck toy.Anyway, there's no need for me to argue wi
Carla“What the heck!” I mumble the words under my breath and try to rise from Don Angelo's lap. However, he holds me in place and begins to play with my hands. I dare not move an inch. “Greetings, my lady.” All the servants bow to me as if it's the first time they're seeing me. I can see this awe and sudden reverence in their gazes that are so baffling. How can they shift their attitude towards me so quickly? And what's with this managing expenses and everything? Since when does the day-to-day running of the house become my business? This is going to be troublesome. I don't like the idea at all. With this new responsibility of managing the house comes more room for error. I cannot bear to have my body undergo any more torture. However, I have nothing to say about this. I can only hope to speak to Don Angelo when we get into the room. May the heavens cause him to listen to me. “How is that even possible, Angelo? Are you just going to allow her to do this? Lana is throwing this man
Angelo “Angelo, you’re finally out. You haven’t taken anything the whole day. Should I get you something to eat?” Food? Tsk! Am I a kid?“Any news?” I can’t be bothered with Hattos treating me like a special needs child that he must take extra care of. I just lost my wife to my stupidity, so how can I stomach food right now? I don’t even know what state she’s in right now.“What is it? Are you talking, or do I need to beat the words out of your fucking mouth?” This idiot is looking at me as if I stole a candy from him. He might as well tell me, “I told you so.” That pitiful look of his doesn’t cut it for me at all.“Angelo, I believe Carla ran away disguised as a woman in her early thirties.” Hattos hands me a pen drive as he speaks. Slotting the device into my laptop, video footage begins to play from the company Carla visited earlier in the morning. Her interaction with the guard and everything else looks normal at a glance. However, before she leaves him for the washroom, the g
Angelo“My dearest Angelo, My time beside you was worth every minute, and I will cherish it for as long as I live. Despite everything you did and said, I know you love me more than you’re letting on. I have seen you cry in silence when you thought no one was watching. I saw the hurt in your eyes when you stared at your late father’s portrait like a zombie. I don’t believe for a minute that you don't love me. You have done too much for me to think otherwise. Henceforth, I set us free from this bondage. I know you cannot do it, so I chose to act for both of us. My love, live freely, and stop treating yourself as the greatest sinner alive. Angelo, I have never said this to you, but you are a good man, and I am glad our paths crossed-though it was quite brief.I will pray for you, Angelo. I will also try to find anything I can from my end. I do not believe my father is callous enough to betray his bosom friend, your father. If I can prove how honorable and trustworthy my father is, I
CarlaI don’t know what my facial expression looks like, but I’m glad my back is turned toward the guard. He would have seen how flustered I look right now. I spent a lot of time, effort, and planning to finally settle on this day. It’s a good thing Angelo had to pull the Alpha Team members back on a mission. It would have been disastrous for me to have Daisy around.Besides, my itinerary is only known to Angelo and me, so there can be no ambush this time. Why, then, is he coming here to pick me up personally? “Okay. I’ll be out soon.” I hold my tummy and hurry forward as if I’m in pain. I begin to open the cubicle doors one after the other. As soon as I spot a duffel bag on the water closet in one of the cubicles, I hurriedly change into my disguise. Even Don Angelo will have a hard time fishing me out in this. Six minutes. I used six whole minutes. Now, Don Angelo will be here in nine. I need to leave here before he arrives. I pick up my phone and send a text message to the guar
CarlaLast night was something else. We have been going on and on for so long that I did not have a wink of sleep till the sun came up. Everything only ended when I begged Angelo to allow me to sleep for a while. I made him understand that if I don’t sleep, I may just pass out beneath him. This time, Angelo listened and allowed me to finally get some shut-eye. If I were not to be with him the whole night, I would have believed that he took an aphrodisiac.I feel like a prisoner, trying to stomach something that should not taste good in my mouth in the first place. I am so worried about how everything would end for my brother and me, more so about how this ticking time bomb could just explode at any time. It’s been three weeks since the first night, and I have become a different person altogether. For the safety of Aldo, I am willing to bide my time beside Angelo, allowing him to fuck me in any way he pleases. After all, we are just fuck buddies now.However, for the child in my womb
AngeloThis whole scene reminds me of when we first got to Jet City. At the time, Carla was only my pet, and I fucked her however I wanted. What made me happy at the time was that I did not have to talk too much. She was always ready to open those legs and welcome me in. No matter the time, my bitch was always available. Now, she’s my wife, all because of that damn word called love. Why did I allow my emotions to get in the way? If not for those treacherous feelings, I wouldn’t be this worked up over what to do about her and Aldo. I just love her too much.A part of me wishes she would just be an ordinary person. I wish she were the daughter of a regular Joe. I won’t be feeling like a sinner in that case.A part of me also wanted to vindicate Clark Davidson. I wanted to believe he was innocent because his daughter is such a sweet soul. However, no matter where I look or how many times I double-check, I still get the same result.“Fuck!” Carla’s warm lips finally lead my cock into he
AngeloShe’s still preventing me from touching her. Now, my words don’t even mean anything to her anymore. Her lower lip is filled with bite marks from her own teeth. How can she bite herself when I clearly told her not to do it? Now, feeling those tits in my mouth is like I finally got a toy I have been pining for for ages. How can I let her go after taking such a sweet bite? To think she’s still shaking her head and telling me to stop.Carla should already know by now that I don’t start things I can’t finish. How am I to let her go when my groin is on fire for her? My mind is a mess right now, and my indecision is so unlike me. I can only hope to have a good fuck to clear my head.For the past four months, I have been living like a monk. I have a wife, but I hide to peek at her. I also have to suck it in whenever I am aroused. Now that she has disobeyed me without any consideration, I can only teach her a lesson so we both get on the same page. I still don’t know what to do about
CarlaAfter returning from Aldo’s place, I take a quick bath and put on some comfy home clothes. I have been told that Don Angelo would soon be home. Once he gets here, Lady Lana would give me a call. We both need to have a chat. Since he does not wish to see me anymore, it would be better for me to take a step back and get out of his life. It’s the least I can do. That way, I won’t be an eyesore for him anymore. I doubt Don Angelo would say no to this proposal. [Ring!][Ring!!][Ring!!!]“Hello, Lady Lana,”Great! Lady Lana is calling me. I bet Don Angelo is back. Just as I predicted, she confirms Don Angelo’s arrival. She even informs me that I will meet him in his study. I quickly put on my shoes and rushed toward the place. I need to hurry there before he leaves the mansion unannounced. It’s been a long time since I last came here. Well, that doesn’t matter. It’s not like any of the guards would dare to stop me from going up the stairs. Even though he may be regretting it n
AngeloHattos leaves after relaying his message. I know he’s waiting in the car, and I need to get some important documents and head out. I walk toward the door with a few confidential files in my hand, only to notice Carla still lying dazedly on the floor. Is it the knowledge of her father’s treachery that got her so worked up, or did my disagreement with her idea of divorce make her look like a ghost?Without a second thought, I drag her to her feet and out through the door. “Let go of me, Angelo. I’m not going anywhere with you.” My hands resting on her elbow tighten at those words, and I pause in my steps. Carla has no room to negotiate with me, but she’s struggling to free herself from my grip as if this is up for discussion. I guess a little reminder about her situation would help.“Now, you listen and listen good. I don’t give a damn about what you want to do or not. From this moment on, you breathe when I tell you to and not a moment later. Do I make myself clear?”There she
Angelo What the heck! Did I just hear wrongly or what?As if I would hear her better if she stepped into the room, Carla walks in leisurely. It’s just like she’s taking a stroll in the park.“Carla…” Hattos calls out to her in a pleading voice that is barely above a whisper. Hmmph! He’s trying to warn her, but the young lady just grew some wings. She is even staring me down.“How much of our discussion did you hear?” What she heard would determine my next course of action. My blood is running wildly as I await her words, but I want to hear them all the same. “Oh, enough. I heard enough to make me realize that there is no future for us. In your own words, there is no happily ever after between us, right?” Fuck!She heard everything. Carla heard every damn thing. How come I did not pick up any signal about her presence? I guess I must have been too agitated just now. “Let’s get a divorce, Angelo. No need to further each other anymore.” She’s repeating the words as if I did not hear