Chapter 92: ||WESLEY’S POV||I couldn’t focus.My heart was drumming like I was thrown in the middle of a war zone.The files in front of me looked like a foreign language and the numbers were swimming across the page, mocking me.Every few seconds, my eyes flicked to my phone, hoping to see a text. A missed call. Something. Anything at all from her.But it remained dead silent. There was nothing.Just like the house had been this morning when I left.When I brought her breakfast, I half hoped she would be awake, but she wasn't. My heart had squeezed with guilt as I had seen the tears stains on her pillow.She must have cried all night and it was all because of me. It was my fault."Oh Wesley... You have messed up..." I mumbled rubbing my palms over my face.I leaned back in my chair, getting lost in my thoughts again.I was so gone that I barely heard the knock at the door until it creaked open and Lila stepped in.She had two mugs of coffee with her as she approached me with narrowe
Chapter 91: ||NATALIA’S POV||I didn't know how long I stood there or what Theresa kept saying in her attempt to console me.Everything felt numb.My mind was suddenly sealed and my body barely responded to anything. I couldn't feel the air around us anymore. I couldn't hear, neither could I see...I was locked up in my head and the only thing that made sense was the document still in my hand.But it no longer felt like a piece of paper like it should— it felt like they had teeth. And they were sinking them into my skin.And the pain, I didn't feel it in my palms not my fingers— it was deep in my chest.I couldn't stand there anymore, I had to get answers, so very slowly I started walking back to our room.I could sense Theresa trying to say something behind me, but my ears were long sealed.I only clutched the paper hard as I walked, letting the teeth tear into my chest.My mind was on the verge of denial, but each time I even tried it, I saw a flash of his name— Wesley Brooks. Speci
Chapter 90: ||NATALIA’S POV||My heart was racing as we hurried outside the room. I was already expecting to meet the worst scene.I could almost smell the blood in my thoughts already. Did someone fall? Ot was it a bulgar?—No, we had armed security outside. Surely no petty thief or criminal could just walk in.But then, what if they were not petty criminals?Fear clutched my pounding heart as I continued to follow behind Wesley. But just as we stepped out of the room, there it was.The scene before us made my chest tighten with unease. And suddenly the crash we heard suddenly became familiar.It wasn't someone falling or some petty criminals breaking into the house, it was the sound of china cups breaking. Again.And it was none other than Theresa. Again.She was crouched on the floor, hands trembling as she tried to gather the pieces of what used to be a full tea tray — cups, saucers, a pot and everything— but now all was shattered in a glittering mess around her.Again.“What the
Chapter 89: ||WESLEY’S POV||For the first time in what felt like forever, my office was silent.And not the disturbing kind of silence, but the peaceful kind.There were no calls buzzing around from shareholders, worried about their investments. There was no threat from Robert.No annoying local inspector with a hatred for wealthy people— even if I didn't technically classify myself as a wealthy man. To me, I was simply a hustler.A man who didn't want to go back to the streets.And for once, I enjoyed the peace that came with it.It was just me, my desk and a glorious stack of papers that were finally reducing.I no longer felt bored or too tired to work on them. My mind was light and my fingers ached to finish all of them so I could go home to my beautiful wife.When I finally cleared them a smile danced on my lips as I leaned back in my seat at the beautiful thoughts. I even let my head rest against the leather headrest with a long sigh.It still felt surreal— that they had finall
Chapter 88: ||ROBERT’S POV||Her screams were like music to my ears. It was raw and feral, like my perfect cock was some kind of sword slicing her open.Just the way I loved them. I didn’t stop.I thrusted even harder, grabbing her large breasts tight between my fingers till her eyes rolled back in pain. Sweet beautiful pain.She clawed at the sheets, back arched beneath me, mouth slack with that wild mixture of pain and pleasure I always loved drawing from a woman.Her action fueled my desire, forcing my hands around her throat. Squeezing and biting on her shoulder as I fucked her brains out.And she took it all.She was so perfect. The right kind of woman I liked— the type who had no choice but to take everything I gave her.And another tip off the iceberg, she even begged for more.“Fuck… yes… master harder!!” she choked, her voice hoarse from hours of being wrecked.I smirked, slamming into her again, rougher than before. “You love this,” I hissed into her ear, my hand fisting in
Chapter 87: ||WESLEY’S POV||The soft hum of the fan above my head filled the studio as I leaned back in my chair, eyes locked on the folders scattered across my desk.Ever since the feds and state police took over Robert’s case it had been from one chaotic paperwork to the next. That, coupled with my own company, I barely had time to handle some of them.Though I was grateful that Lila had returned to work to help me deal with other more pressing matters, the work load was still overwhelming.I picked through the pile, determined to get at least half of the work done today. But just a look at the half notes and abandoned presentation reviews, I was already tired.I preferred to just cuddle up with Natalia and forget about the rest of the world. But I couldn't do that.I had to work.I sighed, pushing a hand through my hair as I reached for another page, only for it to slip through my fingers and float to the floor.“Great,” I muttered lazily, eyeing the paper like it was the source o