Brandon Henderson's Narrative
It was mid-August, and the evening sun cast a long, golden shadow through the window of my office. I paced around the room, anxiously awaiting the return of my bodyguards. I had sent them after one of my wife's maids who had kidnapped my two-week-old son, Julian Henderson.
This servant happened to be my wife's personal maid. On the night my wife and I signed our marriage licenses, I had, unfortunately, slept with the maid under the heavy influence of alcohol. I honestly thought that I was making love to my wife, not realizing it was her personal maid at that moment. A few weeks later, we discovered that the maid was pregnant. Both my wife and the maid suggested that we pass the baby off as my wife's. I strongly refused, but after much pressure and blackmail from my wife, I reluctantly agreed.
When the servant eventually gave birth, it ended up making headlines that Rachel Henderson had given birth to a baby boy. I had no idea why the maid suddenly had a change of heart and decided to claim her son.
"Bran, calm down, your son is safe," Richard said with a grin. My friend Richard always seemed to wear a smile on his face, even in the midst of trouble. I, on the other hand, felt like I was sinking. As the CEO of Zenith Incorporation, my reputation was on the line, and Richard just didn't seem to grasp the gravity of the situation.
"Richard, you don't get it, do you?! The whole world believes Julian Henderson is Rachel's biological son! Oh, my God! I should never have agreed to this whole arrangement in the first place!" I said, placing a palm on my forehead as I continued to pace around my office.
"I warned Rachel of this outcome! Now that the actual mother of my son has had a change of heart, how on earth do I explain to the world that the child whose birth was all over the news just a couple of weeks ago is not actually Rachel's son, but the son of our maid! How do I reveal that I slept with my maid on the night Rachel and I officially became husband and wife while under the influence of alcohol?" I asked, desperately trying to make my friend understand the complexity of the situation. Unfortunately, it seemed that Richard just couldn't grasp it.
"Bran, calm down. Almost everything has a solution, except death," Richard said, still wearing his usual smile.
"Richard..." I trailed off as the door to my office segregated, revealing Jake, one of my bodyguards, holding Julian Henderson in his arms. I swiftly took my son from him, feeling an overwhelming rush of love. There was something about Julian that reminds me of a girl I was secretly obsessed with years ago.
"Where is the maid?" I inquired after examining my son.
"She's waiting in the reception area," Jake replied with a respectful bow.
"Why?" Richard stood up, his voice laced with anger. "She should be in police custody!"
I wanted to see the maid, to understand why she decided to change her mind. I believed something must have happened to make her change her course of action. Or perhaps she had some demands of her own. I couldn't wait to find out.
I waved at Richard and he sat down again and sighed.
"Boss, the girl said something you need to hear before we hand her over to the police," Jake stated, bowing once again. I already had an inkling of what it might be. She must have divulged the information that the child was hers and told them that I had non-consensual séx with her on the night I got married.
"What did she say?" I asked, my voice cold, my ear attuned to every word he was about to utter.
"The maid alleges that she is the biological mother of your son and is ready to prove it," the bodyguard replied in a hushed tone. I closed my eyes and nervously bit my lip, already aware of what was to come.
"She also mentioned that she had been requesting to see you for over nine months during her pregnancy, but you refused to meet with her," the bodyguard added.
Richard and I exchanged glances before focusing our attention on the bodyguard standing before us.
"This is absurd! I received all her invitations during her pregnancy, and Richard and I visited her every time!" I exclaimed loudly.
"Perhaps your maid wanted only you to visit her," Richard chuckled.
"I think you must have been visiting the wrong person, boss," Jake said.
"That's not true," I said.
"Boss, do you want to see the maid, or should we hand her over to the police?" Jake asked, his head humbly lowered.
"Send her in," I reluctantly replied, my gaze still fixed on the innocent baby in my arms, who was looking into my eyes.
The bodyguard bowed and left my office. Several minutes later, the door opened, and though I sensed people entering, my eyes remained glued to my handsome son. After a while, I took a deep breath and slowly lifted my head, scanning the room to see the maid.
As I glanced over, I noticed Emma Coleman standing near the door with her hands tied behind her back. Her face bore red marks, as if she had been in a fight. A frown formed on my face as my heart sank into my chest.
"Oh my God! Untie her immediately!" I yelled at one of the bodyguards positioned behind Emma. He quickly obeyed and freed Emma from the restraints.
"Have a seat," I pointed to one of the visitor chairs in my office, and Emma hesitated.
"Jewel, sit!" I yelled and she quickly complied.
Emma is the teenager I am secretly obsessed with - the daughter of my best friend who has gone missing for the past nine months.
There was much to discuss between us to unravel the mystery of her whereabouts and what happened to her face. But for now, I needed to address the urgent matter at hand, so I redirected my attention to Jake.
"Jake, where is the maid?" I asked.
"She is the one," Jake said, pointing at Emma Coleman. I glanced at Emma and let out a mischievous chuckle.
"Where... is... the... maid? The one who told you that she is the mother of Julian Henderson," I asked, feeling my blood pressure rise as I awaited Jake's response. Jake grimaced, looked at Emma Coleman and shrugged.
"Boss, she is the maid. She claims she is the mother of your son and she is ready to prove it," Jake replied.
"You've got to be kidding me," I blurted out, and the baby I was holding almost slipped from my arms.
"No, boss," Jake responded, and a sudden coldness washed over me as I sank into a chair, the noise echoing through my office. I wished it was all just a terrible dream, and someone would wake me up immediately.
But the more I waited for that awakening, the clearer it became that this was reality. After ten minutes of grappling with confusion, I lifted my eyes and locked them onto Emma Coleman, whose tear-filled eyes were also fixed upon me.
"Jewel, you know everything about me and you know I have a problem. What were you doing in my room that night?" I whimpered and my eyes narrowed as I waited for Emma's response.
"I... I..." Emma tried to speak, but tears choked her voice, and she fell silent again. The room grew as quiet as a graveyard as Emma and I locked gazes.Emma is the daughter of Samuel Coleman, the owner of Coleman's Aviation, one of the most renowned private airways in Sweden.Samuel and I attended the same school in Stockholm, where he and his father were living at the time. Samuel was not only my best friend but also my savior from the constant bullying caused by my half-brothers. He was strong and always stood up for me.However, everything changed when Samuel's father was transferred back to Malmo, and Samuel had to leave our school. Unable to bear the torment unleashed by my half-brothers, I felt hopeless. The bullying reached its peak when my father passed away and willed his company and everything he owned to me, his twelve-year-old son from his blind mistress.In their rage, my half-brothers intensified their threats on my life. All my blind mother could do was reach out to
Emma Coleman's NarrativeMy name is Emma Coleman and this is my story. I'm the only daughter of Samuel Coleman, the CEO of Coleman Airways. Standing at a height of 5'11", I have a slim figure with ample curves that accentuate my wide hips. I possess a captivating physique that even my father's friends and employees can't help but admire.I was in my final year at Malmo University, studying industrial engineering before I dropped out of school and went after Brandon Henderson. A man who stole my heart and went back to Stockholm. . During my childhood, there was one man who was constantly present in my life. He would take care of my daily needs, cook for me, and even assist me with my schoolwork. He was my teacher, my mentor, my guiding light, and my source of inspiration. I always believed that our bond would last forever. However, one fateful morning, reality shattered my illusion. I woke up late for school, and for the very first time, nobody embraced me with adoration."Sweethea
The cars came to a stop, and gradually, the doors of the SUV opened. A sophisticated woman stepped out of the car, smiled, and waved at my dad.I immediately recognized the girl; she was the arrogant and self-centered Rachel Winterberg, the former Miss Universe and the only daughter of Mike Winterberg, the Administrator of the Federal Aviation Administration.Rachel and her father had visited Coleman's Villa countless times before Brandon left. Rachel had hoped to take advantage of the close relationship between her father and my father to get Brandon's attention. However, Brandon had never looked at her twice; he despised her self-centeredness and her thin figure.I never knew that Brandon would later change his mind and decide to marry the very Rachel he had hated so much. Perhaps Brandon had pretended to dislike Rachel because he knew I hated seeing women around him then."Jumping Jehoshaphat! Rachel Winterberg!" Vera exclaimed. "I told you back then when you were busy driving Rach
"My Jewel," Brandon called, and the rich timbrel of his voice echoed in my room. At least Brandon still remembered the name he gave me the day I was born. A name that holds a cherished place in my heart and melts my stubborn heart. "For more than two hours, after talking to your grandfather, I was resisting the urge to come and see you, but I couldn't. Jewel, I missed you like hell," Brandon whispered softly. His voice was calm, and his eyes remained fixed on mine.I kept quiet and continued staring at Brandon. I missed him and there was no need to pretend I didn't. After some minutes of silence, I took a deep breath and spoke. "I missed you too," I murmured. "I came to your estate, and you said you don't wanna see me. I came to Zenith Incorporation Tower, and you turned down my application to meet you. What did I do?""Nothing," Brandon whimpered. "Are you avoiding me because of Rachel?" I asked, my tears increased and I blinked rapidly as I remembered that Rachel has finall
Brandon continued staring at me. His blue eyes glowed with a savage inner fire. I could feel his intense desire to make love to me from the way his hard body was throbbing madly under me and the way his muscular chest was heaving crazily. However, he seemed to be fighting the urge to devour me. Brandon took a deep breath after some minutes and licked his lips nervously. With a faded tone, he whispered. "Jewel, do you ever cook words before dishing them out?""Words are not meant to be cooked," I remarked, my voice filled with a mix of desire and impatience as I untied the rope of his sleep robe, my hand gliding over his well-defined chest."I can't believe I've raised such a mischievous girl. I must be a terrible father," Brandon chuckled, his voice tinged with amusement."Bran, make love to me," I whimpered, my words filled with longing as I trailed my tongue along his defined abs."Jewel..." Brandon began to speak, but I silenced him by pressing my lips against his, taking him una
"Jewel, I did not grasp the true meaning of love until I cradled you in my arms eighteen years ago and looked into the depths of your beautiful hazel eyes. However, as your father, it is my duty to protect you and not fuck you," Brandon said and a solemn silence descended upon the room. There he went again! Always referred to the love he professed for me when I was just a baby. Brandon was just deceiving himself, not me. Deep down, I knew that we both have romantic feelings for each other."You shouldn't have come here," I whimpered over my choking beating heart. "You should have found a way to send the invitation card to my grandfather," I said, my voice filled with intense sadness. "It took me a whole year to push the feelings I have for you aside and concentrate on my studies again. Now, you've resurrected everything, do you expect me to endure another year of agony?" I questioned, my emotions raw and vulnerable. Brandon lowered his head and closed his eyes, his expression filled
Brandon Henderson's Narrative. Coming to Malmö was a decision that took me one month to make because of Emma. It had taken her a whole year to suppress her feelings for me, but for me, my unwavering love for her grew stronger with each passing day.I was aware that my arrival would only complicate matters for both of us, especially for me. But Anthony Coleman, Emma's grandfather, was not someone I could simply invite to my civil marriage with a casual phone call. He had raised me as his own and protected me from my enemies. Our bond was stronger than that of a typical father and son.I desperately wished Emma knew the depth of my love for her. However, I couldn't confess my feelings because she was just a teenager, and she is also my goddaughter. It was against my principles to develop romantic feelings for Emma, but love has a way of moving people's hearts in an unexpected direction. Enduring two whole years without seeing Emma's face was the darkest period of my life. But the m
Regrettably, I couldn't reciprocate the passion. Gradually, she moved downwards, freeing my manhood from the snug briefs I wore, and started pleasuring the tip with her mouth. Despite her efforts to put me in the mood, none of her actions were able to stimulate an erection in me.After several minutes of pleasuring my manhood, Rachel let out a sigh and turned away, walking towards the bed. I reached out and gripped her hand, attempting to stop her, but she angrily swung her hand out of my grip. Angrily, she climbed onto the bed and faced the window. I quickly put on my snug briefs, joined her on the bed, and knelt between her legs. Rachel spread her legs wide apart, waiting for my action but I couldn't do anything. "Rachel, I'm sorry," I murmured softly, and she sniffled and looked away. "Please just give me a little more time.""Bran, you've been saying that for the past two years! I am the most beautiful girl in the universe! Men are desperate to catch a glimpse of even my thigh!