เข้าสู่ระบบGeraldine’s Point of ViewHe took my hand, his grip firm as I held his gaze without hesitation.“Daddy, did you know that I like money, jewelry, and new things?” I said smoothly, letting my voice carry just the right amount of temptation.A satisfied smile spread across his face.“That’s exactly what I like in women,” he replied. “You can make me your sugar daddy.”I let my lips curve, showing just enough interest to pull him deeper into the illusion.“We have the same taste, daddy,” I murmured, leaning slightly closer. “But I really have an appointment now. Do you want me to feel upset with you?”His expression shifted in surprise, and he quickly shook his head. That made me smile sweetly, as if I truly cared about his answer.“Don’t worry,” I added softly, my voice dropping into something more dangerous. “I’ll call you later… so you can taste me. Not just my lips, but my entire body.”I bit my lower lip slightly, aware of the effect it had. Around us, I could feel the tension shift.
Third Person’s Point of ViewThey arrived at a breathtaking island, where the sea shimmered under the sunlight and the air carried a mix of salt and luxury. Geraldine stepped onto the fine sand beside one of her teammates, Ezekiel, her presence immediately drawing attention without her even trying.She was dressed in a striking red two piece that perfectly accentuated the natural curves of her body. A thin, almost translucent cover draped over her, flowing gently with the breeze yet doing little to hide the figure beneath. Her long hair, cascading freely down to her waist, danced softly behind her with every step she took.It did not take long before she noticed the stares.Men glanced at her from every direction. Some tried to be subtle, others did not even bother. She had grown used to it. Attention was nothing new. In missions like this, it was often an advantage.“What do you want to drink, baby?” Ezekiel asked casually, his tone light but his eyes alert.Geraldine turned to him.
Geraldine’s Point of ViewI woke slowly, my senses returning one by one, only to freeze in quiet surprise. I was not alone.There were four of them on the bed with me.A soft laugh slipped past my lips as I stared at them. They looked almost peaceful, like angels caught in a rare moment of stillness. It was hard to believe that these same men were the ones who could take down enemies without hesitation. To the world, they were elite agents. To me, they were something else entirely.They were my brothers.Not by blood, but by everything that mattered. We grew up under my father’s care, a General who trained us harshly and loved us in the only way he knew how. We were raised together, fought together, and eventually sent here to the Philippines together.I shifted slightly and whispered, “Brothers.”They stirred almost in sync. Their eyes fluttered open, only to close again as if waking up was too much effort. Then, without warning, they pulled me into a loose embrace.I laughed softly.
3rd Person’s Point of ViewMike could clearly see the pain reflected in Gerry’s eyes. It was something he had never seen before from his wife. And now, tears were falling from her face, each drop carrying the weight of the words he had just spoken.“Gerry...”Her name escaped his lips, softer this time, almost uncertain.“I want to rest. Thank you for clarifying things early, before this turns into something that shouldn’t happen.”Mike fell silent.He couldn’t respond.He didn’t know what to say.Before he could gather his thoughts, Gerry had already turned away and walked toward the door.“Where are you going?” he asked, confusion evident in his voice as he watched her reach for the exit.“I’m going back to the mansion. I still have things to do that aren’t related to being your wife.”“Have you forgotten that I’m paying you double?”“For this play?” she replied without turning back. “Even if you offered me a million, I still wouldn’t accept it. First of all, I am not a toy to be pl
Geraldine’s Point of ViewI had been silently observing the man beside me for a while now, trying to figure out where exactly he was taking me. A part of me hoped he wouldn’t bring me to a lodge, motel, or inn. If he did, I might end up putting him to sleep much earlier than he expected.“Have you been tense for a while now, wife? Are you feeling any pain?”I turned to him and immediately shook my head.“Ha? No, I’m fine.”He let out a soft laugh, then reached for my hand, catching me completely off guard. Before I could react, he lifted it and pressed a gentle kiss on the back of my palm.My eyes widened slightly.“Why are you acting so weird? You’ve been like this for a while now.”“Don’t you like me being like this?” he asked, glancing at me with an unreadable expression.“Eyes on the road,” I quickly replied.“Okay.”I swallowed, realizing again that he was the one driving. The car moved smoothly, but my heartbeat didn’t follow the same calm rhythm.“Napagdesisyunan ko na tuparin
3rd Person’s Point of ViewRafayel continued pulling Jane toward the side of the pool. The sound of water gently lapping against the edges filled the silence between them. Jane quickly snatched her hand back the moment he loosened his grip.“Sir Rafayel, what are you doing? Why are you dragging me like that?”She rubbed her wrist, still looking at him with a mix of confusion and irritation.Rafayel let out a heavy sigh. His shoulders dropped slightly as if something inside him had finally given in. Then he looked at her, his eyes carrying an unfamiliar weight, something almost fragile beneath his usual sharp demeanor.“Didn’t you say you like me? You even kissed me… and forced yourself on me that night.”Jane’s eyes widened instantly at his words.“What? What are you talking about? I have no idea what you’re saying.”Her voice rose slightly in disbelief, her brows furrowing as she tried to process what she had just heard.Rafayel looked at her for a moment, then spoke again, quieter t
Third Person Point of ViewAt the party, Josh remained deep in thought while holding his glass of wine. His mind kept drifting back to Michael’s wife, the woman who looked uncannily similar to the fiancée he once loved more than anyone. He had spent years searching for Jerah, refusing to let the me
*Geraldine’s Point of View“No room for mistakes,” I told Sky, my voice flat and cold, the way I had trained myself to speak whenever missions turned serious.“Whatever happens,” he replied, his brows furrowing with concern, “call us immediately. The four of us are right here. We won’t leave your s
3rd Person’s Point of ViewMike noticed it immediately—Geraldine had been gone for almost an hour. His gaze swept across the hall for the fifth time, yet she was nowhere in sight. A faint crease formed between his brows as he pulled out his phone, only to find no messages from her. No updates. Noth
Geraldine’s Point of ViewHe made a subtle hand signal, telling me we needed to talk. I gave a small nod in response.“Hubby, Daddy,” I said softly, “I’ll just go to our room for a while. I left something there.”Both of them looked at me with mild confusion.“Go with your wife, Michael,” his fathe







