Another update. dear reader I have to apologize again. My motivation to continue keeps going down. its been hard these few days. I hope my readers would understand. please continue to support this novel and keep voting. your comments and votes motivates me a lot. See you in the next chapter.
Notice: SEXUAL CONTENT, READ WITH CAUTION Eric’s POV I won’t deny it. I liked it, every time she took the initiative. It proved she liked me too. Everything about her was just so damn great. With her legs wrapped around my waist, she trembled every time I thrusted in deeper. We were under the shower. I slammed her back on the the bathroom wall. Luckily the walls were made of thick glasses. I kissed her deeper and held her buttocks and slammed deeper into her. A sweet moan escaped her lips. She was tightening me up. “Fuck” I cussed. Startled she held onto me tightly. I couldn’t hold my laugh. She was so cute clutched onto me like a scared little girl. The only time i could see her dropping her strong girl shield was when we made love to each other. I wanted her so badly i couldn’t hold my beastly desires. After slamming into her for the last time. I brought her down. She looked so relieved believing I was done with her. But that was just the be
Title: "The Ball" 🎶 Soundtrack: Sia - Chandelier The Manhattan Centre stood as one of the most famous places in New York. The venue was well decorated, with each guest having their own table. Eric and Yoon Eum took their seats, fortunately far from Diana and Philip's seats. To the surprise of the Hong brothers, their grandparents attended. Grandfather Hong was more surprised than they were. They rarely attended such events, especially Eric. More shocking was the fact that Eric wasn’t with his supposed girlfriend. Philip got up to greet his grandfather, while Eric pretended not to have seen him. Grandfather Hong frowned. “Hey, show some respect. We can’t have anyone suspecting us,” Yoon Eum whispered in his ear. Startled, he glared at her. “Eric,” Diana called, her voice reaching him through the radio-wired earplugs. “Don’t make it too obvious you hate me,” Yoon Eum returned the glare. He forced a smile and turned towards his grandfather. His grandmother cou
Phoebe’s POV: Phew! We had finally escaped them. It wasn’t easy, but we managed to elude them. I stepped out of the car and surveyed our surroundings. Navigating an unfamiliar place was quite challenging; I had no idea where we were. Mr. Lawrence emerged from the car, visibly out of breath. Seeing him worked up was oddly satisfying. “Are you sure you know how to drive? You nearly got us killed!” he yelled. I couldn’t help but chuckle. “I didn’t realize you were such a scaredy-cat,” I teased. “Hey, watch your tongue,” he warned. “Look who's talking. Drop the act, Mr. Lawrence. I just saved both our asses,” I retorted. “Can you stop calling me that? It makes me feel old. Just call me Anthony, please.” A soft laugh escaped my lips. “We need to get out of here.” “Yes, but what about my car?” “Your car? I hope you're not thinking of driving us to wherever we're going.” “Y-yeah.” “Seriously, Anthony…” He raised an eyebrow, signaling me not to call him by h
Phoebe's POV: It was hard enough to escape the men tailing us, but fortunately, we managed to slip away. However, finding the hideout proved to be more difficult. Anthony kept leading us to God knows where. Fortunately, we eventually found the hideout—a small apartment located in an isolated place. It was kind of cute. We scanned the place to see if we were being followed. There was nothing to be alarmed about. As we peeked through the windows, no one seemed to be around. I wondered if it was the right place. "Are you sure this is the place?" "Yes, I believe so," I could sense his doubts in his tone. Clearly, he wasn’t sure either. Suddenly, the door opened, and Chang's head popped out. "Chang." "Phoebe." He smiled at me. "Come on in," he invited us. He grabbed a seat for me and ignored Anthony, who chuckled. "You are bleeding," he noticed the little cut on my forehead. "It's nothing I can't handle." "No, I must treat it." "Chang, it's really oka
First Love… “Yaa!!” Diana yelled, startling everyone. She ran towards Eric and hit him on the back. “How dare you ignore me when I called you, huh? You imbecile, you almost got us all caught!” “S-sorry,” Eric stammered, trying to run from her. There was no way he could stand an upset Diana. He hid behind Phoebe. “How dare you also yell at my client? Where do you think you’re going?” They kept running around Phoebe. Phoebe was about to say something when Diana glared at her. She handed Eric to Diana. “Phoebe!” Eric pleaded. She pretended not to have heard him. Diana grabbed his left ear. “Ouch!” he winced in pain. “I was just concerned about Phoebe’s safety.” “Yaa!!” Diana yelled again, almost damaging everyone’s ears, especially Eric’s. His face turned pale as his soul almost left his body. “Are you saying I don’t care about her? Huh? She clearly said she was okay. What more do you want me to do?” She shook his soulless body. Feeling for her boyfriend, Phoebe tr
The De-Royal Family Residence Vanessa was being strangled by her brother. He slammed her back against the wall and held her neck. Unable to breathe, she struggled to free herself, but he was much stronger than her. “C-Cloud, I -I -I c-c-can’t breathe,” she managed to choke out. She was losing consciousness. A tear from her eye snapped him out of his rage. He quickly removed his hand. “Khofi! You nearly killed me, bastard.” Cloud hated the idea of hurting his precious sister but he had enough of her. “Bastard? You fool, you can’t even get your act together. I specifically told you not to stir up trouble, didn’t I?” he yelled at her. She rubbed her throat and spoke, “I have done nothing to warrant this rough treatment from you, brother.” “I think there is something wrong with that head of yours.” “Are you insinuating I am insane?” “Of course. No sane person would embrace problems when we’re supposed to be avoiding them,” he explained. “I didn’t kill him.” “You thi
Notice: This chapter will be in Diana’s point view. I am excited to share Diana’s view on her case. Diana’s POV This is the first case I've ever dealt with that has no systematic arrangement. Everything seems confusing, moving from one story to another. I can't wrap my head around this one. Not only is the family famous and dangerous, but Eric's connection to them makes it even harder to crack this case. I sat in my office all night, trying to find a way to avoid being stuck on one case forever. If I piece together all the information we have, it only leads to a dead end. Despite Mr. Lawrence's confession, I can't see where the case is going. The prime suspect is no longer a suspect. Damn it, I'm dying here. A knock on the door interrupted my messy thoughts. "Diana, can I come in?" Jasmine asked. I granted her permission to enter. "You don't seem okay," she said, worried. "Well, I'm not," I admitted. She didn’t let me finish before she started blabbing. "O
Phoebe’s POV “How did you get my number?” He laughed out loud. I couldn’t figure out if he was an imposter, a helper, or a distraction. But he sounded confident and was confusing. “Don’t you think that is the less important thing you should be asking?” he said. “It’s important to me. You could be a fraudster, and I can’t deal with that.” He chuckled. “You are as hard-headed as I thought.” “Tell me why you came to me and not Diana? She is the one handling the case. I want a definite answer if you want me to listen to you.” “Because I see more potential in you than Diana. She may be a lawyer, but she is a softie.” His tone was calm but harsh. There was no doubt in my mind that he is one of the men who look down on women in power. I chuckled. “Let’s meet up,” he said. “I hardly know anything about New York. I can’t meet you anywhere,” I said to him. “Don’t worry about that. You tell me your location, and I will have my men pick you up.” Men? I said to mysel