Every girl had a time when they crushed on that one handsome friend of their father and it was quite the same for Rochelle. She fantasized about being taken by that hunk of a man so after what she considered a sign by the universe, she decided to throw caution to the wind and go for him. Operation Seduce Her Father’s Friend began but as she progresses, she soon discovers that she had bitten way more than she can chew. Yes, she wanted him but she didn’t realize that he came not as one but as a triplet and each of them desired her just as equally or even more fiercely than she did them. Faced with such an overwhelming passion, will she be able to handle it or will she run for the hills? What happens when she realizes that it’s to late to run as these men, once they claim what is theirs, will never let go. And she is theirs, whether she accepts it or not.
View MoreROCHELLEI broke the ice!The rhythmic sound of my heart thumped loudly in my ears as I lay in bed. I couldn’t shake the burning memory of dinner with Prince Herold from last night. The disdain he had for women echoed in my mind like a haunting song. How could someone so powerful be so disgustingly ignorant?Just as I settled deeper into my thoughts, a heavy bang jolted me awake.“Open the fucki
ROCHELLE Racist!As Dos Santos led me back toward the car, I couldn’t shake the feeling of disappointment. I had finally seen them again, and now I had to leave? Why was everything so complicated?The ride back to the mansion felt like a blur. I sat in silence, mulling over the events of the day. Deep down, I wished things were different, that I could just walk up to Aries and Adrien and tell them I was alive, that I was okay. Once we returned home, the maids were already waiting for me, dressed in their crisp uniforms, ready to prepare me for dinner. I had little choice in the matter; I could feel their urgency as they moved me to a lavish room filled with expensive beauty products.“Please, who is this boss?” I asked one of the maids while they applied makeup, but she remained silent as always, only smiling at me. It frustrated me to hell, honestly.“Is he important? What does he look like?” I couldn’t help but press. Again, I was met with silence and mo
ROCHELLEI saw them… Aries and Adrien!I woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside the large window of my room. The sun streamed in, painting the walls golden. For a moment, I forgot where I was. My memories raced back, grabbing hold of me like a vise. I was no longer in my own home, but rather a mansion I didn’t recognize, hidden away in Tijuana, Mexico.Every morning was the same. I would stretch, taking in the lavish surroundings that felt eerily like a dream. I looked around a
ADRIEN More questions than answers!We moved from clinic to clinic, asking questions, scanning records, but still no sign of Rochelle. Frustration began sinking in, gnawing at the edges of our hopes. At one hospital, we were met with the same disheartening response—they had no record of her. I could feel the spark of hope dimming, giving way to doubt. “What if the sheriff was right?” I asked Aries, dread pooling in my stomach. “What if she really is gone? What if it was another person's autopsy result that was mistaken for Rochelle's?”A lot of what ifs.“No!” he snapped, determination coursing through him. “I refuse to believe that. Rochelle is strong. She wouldn’t just disappear into thin air without leaving us a clue as to what happened. Come on, don't tell me you've given up”“I don't know what to say,” I admitted.“Then let's talk less and act more,” he said. “We have a long way to go before we can call it quits,” he added.There was nothing to admire about his faith… bli
ADRIEN Searching for the dead!I could barely contain my excitement as I sat in the car next to Aries. It felt surreal that we were driving to the sheriff's office, finally about to confront the circumstances surrounding Rochelle. The thought that she might still be alive was like a burning flame in my chest. We hadn’t spoken much since we got the news, but every glance I tossed at Aries echoed the same sentiment. Hope.“Can you believe it?” I said, breaking the silence that clung heavily between us. “Rochelle might actually be out there!”Aries turned to me, his expression a mixture of disbelief and excitement. “I can’t. I always thought... I thought we’d lost her for good. After everything.”I nodded, feeling my pulse quickening as we pulled into the small parking lot of the sheriff’s office. “Let’s find out how far they’ve gone in trying to find her. We need to know, dammit.”We entered the building, and instantly I felt the change in atmosphere. The walls carried a weight
DELIGHT Covering my tracks!The world stood still when I heard the news. My chest tightened, and for a moment, I couldn’t breathe. The autopsy showed that Rochelle was not the woman buried.What? How?My nails dug into the soft leather of the armchair as the information sank in. It couldn’t be. I had made sure of it. Rochelle was supposed to be dead, lying six feet under, with no way of ever coming back to haunt me. But now, the news confirmed what I feared the most. I clenched my fists so tightly that my knuckles turned white.“Are you okay, Delight?” Adrien’s voice cut through my racing thoughts.I quickly schooled my expression, offering him a weak smile. “Of course. Why wouldn’t I be?”But they weren’t looking at me. Aries and Adrien were completely engrossed in the news report on the TV. For the first time in several weeks, I saw the fire in their eyes, the spark that Rochelle’s supposed death had dimmed. And it made my blood boil.“Did you hear that?” Aries said,
ROCHELLE Another dead body!I could tell something was wrong the moment Dos Santos stepped into the room. His calm and confident demeanor was replaced by a stiffness in his posture and a tension in his eyes. Dr. Alvarez, who was checking my vitals, noticed too.“I'll be right back,” he said to me.I watched as he moved toward Dos Santos, and they began speaking in low tones near the door.They were speaking in Spanish, fast and hushed, and while I couldn’t catch much, I knew it had to be about me. Their occasional glances toward me as they spoke only confirmed it. I tried to focus, to make out a word or two, but my Spanish wasn’t good enough. All I could do was watch, anxiety knotting in my stomach.When Dr. Alvarez finally returned, his face carried a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “I’ll send Nurse Isabella to attend to you later,” he said, his tone overly cheerful. “I'll see you later,” he added.“Is something wrong?” I asked, my voice laced with suspicion.“No, not a
ROCHELLEI don't understand anything!I don’t know what woke me up first—the soft creak of the door or the heavy presence in the room. My eyes fluttered open, and for a second, I forgot where I was. Then it all came rushing back: the hospital in Mexico, the sterile smell of antiseptics, and the dull ache in my body.But none of that prepared me for the man standing near the door. He was huge—easily over six feet tall, with broad shoulders and muscles that seemed ready to tear through his black shirt. He had the kind of build you’d see on bodyguards or mob enforcers. My heart raced as I tr
ROCHELLE Back from the dead!The sharp smell of disinfectant filled my nostrils, forcing me to stir. My body felt heavy, as though weighed down by an unseen force, and my eyelids fluttered open reluctantly. Bright fluorescent lights above me pierced through the haze in my mind. Slowly, the sterile white walls, faint beeping machines, and the unmistakable scent of antiseptics painted a grim picture.This was a hospital.My mouth felt dry, like sandpaper, as I tried to speak. “Is… anyone there?” My voice barely rose above a whisper, hoarse and weak. For a moment, I wasn't even sure if the sound had left my throat.Muted voices drifted in from outside the room, unintelligible but reassuring in their human familiarity. Someone was out there. I wasn’t alone. But as I lay there, motionless, the panic began to creep in. Why was I here? How did I get here? The questions screamed louder in my mind with every second.I glanced around, desperate for answers. There was a small wind
ROCHELLE'S POVMy heart pounded with excitement as I walked up to my boyfriend Fred’s apartment.Nineteen. I couldn’t believe it—finally, my nineteenth birthday. Today was supposed to be perfect. I had spent hours getting ready, choosing my outfit carefully. Amber had said I looked amazing, but more than that, she had said I should finally take a leap with Fred.“You’ve been dating for months,” she had said. “It’s time, Rochelle. Stop pining after some guy you’ve never even spoken to for more than five minutes. Fred is your boyfriend. Why not make tonight the night?”I had smiled at her, feeling a bit nervous. She was right. I had this stupid crush on an older man I shouldn’t even be thinking about. I guess it was time for me to face reality. Nothing was going to happen between us. I decided to put all my focus on Fred.Was tonight the night? I wasn’t sure if I was ready, but Amber’s words had been swirling in my mind all day. Fred and I had been together for a while, and he had been ...
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