Her heart felt heavy and minutes passed as she stood there with eyes glued to the door. Looking down at the substance that was given to her, she knew exactly what to do. Over her dead body would she allow him to toy with her the way Trevor had done. Without thinking it through for fear of retreating, she opened the bag and sprinkled the content on her food. After she'd properly mixed it, she dug into her meal, relishing the flavors while being grateful that at least her last meal was nice. She ate silently as tears kept flowing from her eyes. Trevor would surely pay for the hurt he'd caused her. Her heart constricted with guilt as she knew she was taking two lives now_hers and the baby's whose only crime was to choose her to be its mother. But she continued eating anyway. As soon as she was done with the food, she emptied the glass of water that she'd been served, before going to place the tray on the vanity. She walked back to her bed and lay down, covering herself with the duvet
Lucas towered over her and sealed his lips with hers, searching her mouth and wrestling with her tongue for dominance. Goosebumps enveloped her skin as his skillful hands caressed her body, touching and squeezing her at all of her turning points. His lips went down her neck, biting and kissing till they got to her cleavage. He helped her remove her clothes, exposing her undies. “You are already wet for me.” He murmured as he sighted the wet patch on her panties. A blush formed on Phoebe’s face at his comment. He held the strings of her panties, looking at her face for any sign of disapproval. On getting none, he pulled the panties off and sniffed on it. Phoebe’s pussy smelled amazing, doing a great job of awakening his third leg. He started to lick on her thighs, deriving pleasure in the way her body froze and relaxed in synchrony. Phoebe moaned as she felt his wet tongue on her spot, a lick at first which seemed to take all of her reasoning from her. She held on to his head as he b
“Wow. Isn't this just amazing? Yesterday you were throwing yourself at me like a cheap prostitute and now you want to blame me? After moaning the whole night like the slut you are? Lucas insulted, his eyes darkening a bit. “You just proved yourself to be that lowly gaslighting prostitute . If there’s nothing more, I would like to leave as I have a lot of work to do than listen to this rubbish.” Phoebe couldn't believe her ears as she stared at him in disbelief. “You are a very stupid man. May the heavens punish you for what you’ve done. Karma would surely hit…” “You should save those rants for your father who sold you into this. And don't you dare act like a saint, like you don't enjoy all of this,” “Fuck you!” Phoebe snapped at him, her eyes a little bigger than usual with a vein popping right out of her forehead. Her eyes trailed down his sculpted body and even in her fury, she couldn't deny that it was the hottest body she'd ever seen. And his dick that was dangling betwee
Phoebe woke up to pitch darkness in her room, lest for the little light that penetration from beneath the door. Grasping her duvet with shaky hands, she rolled herself into a ball. Yes, she was scared of the dark but wouldn't do anything that would heighten his ego. She used the blanket to cover her head as she lay there in the dark, cursing Lucas in her mind. As she was still swearing, the lights came back. She heard the clicking of keys and so looked back to see a maid, a different one from the ones she met the previous day, coming into the room and holding a tray. The aroma from the tray awoke the worms in her stomach that had been sleeping peacefully. She swallowed the saliva that had built up in her mouth as she stood up from the bed, inwardly thanking the heavens that her moment of misery was over. But she shouldn't have rejoiced so soon because the next second, the devil’s head came popping into view, making her halt in her steps. Her stomach also chose that moment to embarrass
Lucas hurried out of the room as fast as his legs could carry him. But his mind wasn't at ease, with it conjuring the sad images of the woman he'd just left. “Why on earth would I drug a woman to sleep with me? Who even does that?” he mumbled to himself as he got into an elevator, which took him straight to his room. On reaching his room, he hurriedly took off his clothes and headed for the bathroom for a quick bath, pushing thoughts about her aside. He was certain that that was her new tactic to escape from him, she wanted to gaslight and emotionally blackmail him into thinking he did her wrong so that he would let her go. She must be foolish to think that such tricks work on him. Once he was done, he let his hair air dry and got changed into new sets of clothes. He laid on his bed to sleep, after switching the lights off but thoughts about Phoebe came flooding back. ‘But she wasn't acting herself that night and you know it,’ his inner mind mocked. Groaning loudly, he sat
Phoebe woke up with a scorching headache. The rays of sunlight penetrated the room through the floor-to-ceiling window. Even after sleeping for so long, her body felt weak from sleeping the previous night without food. The butler had brought up food for her but in her angry state, she'd refused to accept it and had sent him back to his boss with a message that she'd never come down to the level he wanted her at, no matter what he subjects her to. The butler had looked at her pitifully, hesitating for a while before wishing her a good night. She remembered how hard it had been for her to sleep that night, how her stomach wouldn't stop rumbling. She'd spent the rest of the night beating herself up mentally as to why she'd allowed pride take the better part of her. Lucas obviously wouldn’t care if she starved herself or not, so far as he could still access her whenever he wanted. And once he couldn't anymore, finding another victim wouldn’t be a problem. He doesn't even have to look for
Phoebe woke up with a scorching headache. The rays of sunlight penetrated the room through the floor-to-ceiling window. Even after sleeping for so long, her body felt weak from sleeping the previous night without food. The butler had brought up food for her but in her angry state, she'd refused to accept it and had sent him back to his boss with a message that she'd never come down to the level he wanted her at, no matter what he subjects her to. The butler had looked at her pitifully, hesitating for a while before wishing her a good night. She remembered how hard it had been for her to sleep that night, how her stomach wouldn't stop rumbling. She'd spent the rest of the night beating herself up mentally as to why she'd allowed pride take the better part of her. Lucas obviously wouldn’t care if she starved herself or not, so far as he could still access her whenever he wanted. And once he couldn't anymore, finding another victim wouldn’t be a problem. He doesn't even have to look for o
“There’s no need to apologize and the name is Phoebe. Please call me that as I am not used to all of these formalities,” Phoebe said, pushing her disturbing thoughts aside.Marcy raised her face and their eyes met with Phoebe nodding reassuringly.“I'm just a prisoner in this house, you don’t have to be so serious around me. I want you to see me as your friend, your sister,” She added.“Okay, Phoebe?” Marcy said, stressing the syllables of her name in a way that made it sound more like a question. Phoebe smiled at her display.“See? That wasn't so hard. Just feel free with me okay?” Phoebe smiled at her again and she returned it. “And I also want to say thank you, thank you for being so nice to me.” “And don't bother about helping me prepare for the young master’s return, I would do it myself.”Red patches appeared on Marcy’s cheeks, making her avert her gaze. On bringing them back to meet Phoebe with her smile still etched on her face, she answered, “You don’t have to thank me as I
They engaged in random conversations as they waited for their meal to be served. “So?” Lucas asked as he rubbed on her hand. “Aside from reading novels, what is something else you are passionate about?” The waiter returned at that moment with their first meal, and Phoebe paused as she watched him place the tray in front of them. The aroma from the tray trailed her nostrils as she inhaled, her eyes closed and a smile printed on her face. “Enjoy your meal, Sir and Madam. Ferran would be here any moment from now,” The waiter explained before left. Phoebe looked up at Lucas, her eyes glinting as she rubbed her palms together. “This is a dream come through,” she giggled like a little girl before swiftly flinging a hand to her mouth. Staring at the lady seated at the next table, her lips curled up in a smile. “I like to sing too, though I am not that amazing singer.”She replied absentmindedly as she opened the tray, and gasped soundlessly. Lucas’ stomach twirled with delig
With that, he curved his arm into a hook and when Phoebe held him, he led her into the restaurant. As soon as they reached the door, it was swung open by a Mexican woman dressed in a suit. Her features contorted in a smile as she welcomed them in, asked for their card, and then guided them to the table that had been reserved for them. Phoebe, as much as she tried to be as sophisticated as the other guests she saw there who picked at their meals and engaged in low whisper conversations, couldn't help but gaze at the interior decorations of the building in awe and admiration. The entire place was filled with dimmed light bulbs that hung down from the high white ceilings. There was a sculpted bull head at a corner which demarcated the dining area from a bar. The entire room screamed of wealth and luxury and the people there, celebrities and wealthy businessmen and women, some of whom she was able to recognize. It would feel like she was self-hating if she were to say she was the on
“Oh please,” Phoebe rolled her eyes at him shyly as he kissed her palm, sending delicious sensations through her body. A light chuckle escaped his lips as he gave her one last look, enjoying the way her face looked while she blushed. She was a very beautiful woman. He thought as he finally let go of her hand and his eyes landed on his mother’s necklace on her neck. “Hmm. Look who’s finally gotten Ms. Cory’s approval,” he teased, beaming with smiles. For his mother to give her that necklace meant she'd accepted Phoebe as her daughter-in-law. The jewelry laid beautifully on Phoebe’s blossom and added finishing touches to her gorgeous dress, accentuating her stunning overall look. The woman was beautiful. Lucas thought again as Phoebe adjusted the collars of his shirt. “Mm?” he asked, as he pulled himself out of his fantasy world. Phoebe tilted her head to the side as she gave him one of her familiar questioning stares. He shrugged his shoulders in denial, earning light chuckles
Phoebe’s features curled up in a smile as she read the text message aloud for the umpteenth time. “Get ready, princess. I have a surprise for you,” she read, trying to mimic Lucas’ baritone voice. Tearing open the package he’d sent her, her gaze fell on a blue sundress that was adorned with sparkly stones. She picked it up and tilted her head to the side, wanting to get a better view of it. The gown had a slit that went up to the middle thigh and had only one hand. Also in the shopping bag was a black six-inch heels and also a black purse to go with it. Without bothering to take her shower first, she hurriedly put the dress on, the little stones glistening as she moped at herself in the mirror. Her smile widened as she glanced at the sophisticated and elegant-looking woman in the mirror. In the last five years, she has changed a lot. Lucas made sure she looked like the women she saw in the social class, as he ravished her with expensive gifts all the time. And her body had al
“That's nonsense. My grandson deserves to be spoiled silly. He would get everything he wants and a lot of it,” Mrs. Cory interjected as her gaze fell on the toddler who’d suddenly lost appetite for his food as he played with his new toy. “Lucas’s heir deserves the whole world.” she stated. Phoebe gulped involuntarily as she widened her smile, Lucas’s grip on her loosened a bit. Planting a kiss on Ivan’s forehead, Mrs. Cory pulled a chair and sat down. Marcy proceeded to dish her a plate of the meal. “How are you doing, my dear.” She addressed Phoebe, her eyes giving her a thorough scan. Lucas was done with his meal so he stood up and announced his exit. After he'd exchanged more playful jokes with his mother, he walked over to Ivan who’d refused to eat to take him to school. “I want to play some more,” Ivan sulked as tears welled his eyes. He suddenly didn't want to go to school anymore. “Don’t cry. What did I tell you the last time?” “Big boys don’t cry,” Ivan comp
Looking at her toddler now, a smile curled her lips as she recalled all that had happened. He was a great child. When everyone thought she was going to lose the child, when the doctor advised her to get rid of the child or risk dying herself as her sac had been torn by the knife, she refused, finally seeing the reasons why her mother had also refused. A mother couldn’t just let go of her child and even though it was a stupid thing to do, considering what was at stake, she had bluntly refused. Her little bundle of joy fought right from her womb, he fought to live and in the end, he won. They both did. It turned out that after Phoebe left the house to meet with Ella, Marcy immediately called Annie and Lucas against Phoebe’s wish, explaining everything that happened to them. Lucas had been so furious that he went in the company of Annie to the police station where he had half a dozen men assigned to him by the chief of police to accompany him to the said place. She'd been unconscious f
Phoebe walked into the little lighted room alone, her heart thumping erratically in her chest. The more step she took forward was the more she felt like she was delving deeper into a lion’s den. A part of her kept screaming that she turned back or better still, called Lucas and let him know where she was but the image her mind conjured up was too disturbing to be ignored, making her push the thoughts aside while hastening her movement. It was an image of Gladys lying in the pool of her blood, Ella above her with the psychotic smile glued to her face as she licked the bloody knife. Her grip on the kitchen knife tightened as she glanced around the warehouse which smelled of dust, expecting Ella to spring out any minute. She could feel her gaze on her, shooting arrows at her and wishing her to be dead but the light didn't allow her to see anything as the whole place was dark, least for a little light that stole its way in through a window. “Look who we have here,” Ella’s voice echoed
“I warned you to steer clear of him but you went ahead to open your legs like the slut that you are,” Ella hissed as she glared at her through the phone, the hatred and spite very obvious in her stares. “Ella, I am the one you want. Let the woman be, she has nothing to do with this.” Phoebe pleaded calmly, not wanting to give her the satisfaction of knowing the way her heart jumped in fright as she watched Ella play with the knife around Gladys’ neck. Even though Ella's face was expressionless and did nothing to scare her no matter how hard she tried to broaden her grin, Phoebe knew that she was capable of anything and wouldn't think twice to slit Gladys’ throat. She needed to tread carefully. “Lucas said you guys were done, he said you were in his past and…” “Shut up!” Ella yelled at the top of her voice, interrupting Phoebe who shook unconsciously. Ella’s once expressionless face changed into that of one who was ready to kill at the slightest opportunity. “Lucas is mine. H
****Five years later**** “Ivan?” Phoebe called out as she walked into the room. It was seven o'clock in the morning, the sun was up and waited eagerly to begin a new day. As she caught sight of the little human who mumbled inaudible words in his sleep, a smile curled up her lips. Walking over to him, she turned off the lamp which still dimmed in a soft glow. Ivan was scared of the dark so they always left the lamp on for him at night. She tapped on him lightly, watching as his mouth formed a little pout and he squeezed his face in his sleep. Her smile widened, Phoebe sat at the edge of the bed and stared down at her son, who was the spitting image of his father, Trevor. Same hair, same intense gaze, you could as well say that Trevor had vomited him. The only feature he’d taken after her was her eye color, every other part of him screamed Trevor, making it hard for her to forget about him. Whenever she looked at her son, her mind diverted to Trevor, as she wondered what he was up