"This has been a tiring night, Savvy baby," Phantom stated as he removed his tuxedo. Savannah simply raised her eyebrows and did not respond to her husband. The pair experienced immeasurable bliss. Phantom was delighted because he had finally gotten the woman he adored, and the added bonus is that he will be a father and they will create a family. Savannah, who is overjoyed because she was able to make her father smile and be happy in the company of the man she loves, Savannah is not exhausted, despite the fact that they have been busy all day. She is even more animated than previously. She was just staring at the moon and smiling stupidly. She had no idea she'd be gazing at the moon like this again. Savannah thought she couldn't do it now, but her husband made a concerted attempt, even if conditions on the island where they were stuck weren't ideal. This was the same island where they had been stranded before. Who would have guessed that this was so close to the Philippines? The p
"Holy f*ck!" Phantom felt bad when he saw the youngest child climbing the mango tree by herself. Her four brothers were not in the house. As he ran to see his child, Phantom's eyes widened. "Holy crap! F*ck! Damn!" Phantom cursed again. Their youngest is only three years old, and she appears to have inherited all of her mother's craziness. "Get down, Eri Aiko!" Phantom yelled at his daughter, but she simply raised her eyebrows at him. The child ignored her father and poked her tongue out to further irritate Phantom. "What the hell happened to your brothers? Goodness! I'm going to die young." Phantom, frustrated, told himself that he didn't know what to do. The entire family is at the hacienda and is on vacation today. Savannah had left her children and babysitters to take care of the work she had left here. The babysitter was going insane trying to find the child. Phantom had just returned from the market with provisions for the party, which would be held later because Savannah's
Savannah arched an eyebrow as the man who had collided with her hurled an insult in her direction. The fault, it seemed, lay solely with him. And it was he who succumbed to anger."The method you employ has become quite familiar to me. I am certain that our paths will cross, only to lead to a dull and uneventful exchange," the man scoffed at her.Savannah's head throbbed with a searing heat, and her ears reverberated with a deafening ring. She released her grip and took a deep breath, reminding herself that the surrounding revelers were enjoying themselves. However, the man in question showed no signs of abating."Sl*ts are sl*ts, no matter what." The man shook his head disapprovingly and emitted a soft tsk sound. Savannah found herself unable to resist.She approached the man with a graceful stride, her veil fluttering in the breeze. With a delicate touch, she draped the fabric over his face, obscuring his features from view. She had reached a point where the number of people who lai
"Jerk! What do you think of me compared to the women at the Hacienda, like a subdued modern Maria Clara? Bullshit!" She shook her head vehemently, her eyes flashing with defiance. "Not a chance!" A piercing scream erupted from the woman's lips as she forcefully stomped on the perpetrator's sexual organs. The man had been caught in the act of molesting one of the farmer's children, and the woman was not about to let him get away with it. Her eyes blazed with fury as she exacted her revenge, the sound of her victim's pained cries filling the air. The woman seethed with anger, her eyes flashing with fury. She donned her notorious smirk and grin. With unrelenting resolve in her eyes, she planted her foot firmly on his stature, asserting her dominance over the beaten man. The wind tousled her wavy hair, sending strands flying in every direction. She donned her customary ensemble of a long-sleeved shirt, sleek black pants, and rugged cowboy boots. A cowboy hat rested atop her head, compl
"Shut-up, Phantom! You have to do this! You bring shame upon our family." The elderly woman's voice boomed through the room as she directed her anger towards her son. The man appeared to be listening to the mother's words, but in truth, they seemed to pass through one ear and out the other without leaving any lasting impression. He sneered at his mother, his lips curling into a contemptuous smile. Phantom vehemently denied his stepmother's proposal. Not a muscle twitched on his face as she spoke. Phantom Claude Hyperion's keen perception allowed him to discern that the elderly woman's actions were motivated by a desire to maintain the family's influence. Ignoring her plea, he watched as the old woman turned to Phantom's father for assistance. "Dear! Look at our son! He isn't paying attention to his mother!" She let out a sigh of frustration, her lips curling into a frown as she voiced her discontent. Phantom took a long drag of his cigarette, the smoke curling around his lips as h
Savannah, adorned in a vibrant yellow sundress, gracefully moved through the crowd. Her attire exuded the essence of summertime, perfectly complemented by the stylish summer hat perched atop her head. The young maiden adorned her countenance with a pair of fashionable sunglasses, casting a mysterious allure as she gazed out upon the vast expanse of the sea. Truly, it was the most splendid scheme her brothers had devised on her behalf. Not only did they grant Savannah the freedom to escape the clutches of their father, but her brothers, too, bestowed upon her the rare privilege of determining her own destiny. Savannah's delicate eyelids fluttered, heavy with the weight of exhaustion, as she cast her gaze upon the vast expanse of the sea. A soft yawn escaped her lips, a gentle melody that harmonized with the rhythmic lapping of the waves against the shore. She, a young woman of adventurous spirit, found herself aboard the majestic ship known as the Poseidon. This grand cruise ship, r
Savannah's perfectly arched eyebrow ascended gracefully, a silent testament to her surprise and disbelief, as the man who carelessly collided with her proceeded to unleash a verbal assault upon her.It was he, the very embodiment of culpability, who bore the weight of fault upon his weary shoulders. And it was he who allowed the flames of anger to consume him in a tempestuous rage."The familiarity of your method has become second nature to me. I have no doubt that our paths will cross, and when they do," the man scoffed, his voice laced with a hint of arrogance, "our conversation will inevitably veer towards more intimate matters, perhaps even finding its way to the bedroom."A rush of warmth flooded Savannah's head, causing her ears to blush a deep shade of crimson. She made a valiant effort to release her grip on the situation, willing herself to find solace amidst the revelry that surrounded her.Alas, her attempts at tranquility were in vain, for it appeared that the gentleman in
"My, oh my, in what corner of the world do we find ourselves?" Savannah's voice escaped her lips in a low murmur as her eyes darted across the surroundings. She was sure she was going to die that night, but thankfully, help arrived in the form of a mysterious stranger. Little did she anticipate that the very person she had once kicked and punched would be the one to come to her rescue. Gratitude welled up within her, despite the harrowing brush with death that ensued when the relentless waves crashed upon them. With a heart brimming with gratitude, the woman awakens from her slumber, her soul infused with a renewed sense of hope. In this miraculous turn of events, both their lives are spared from the clutches of impending doom. As the tempestuous storm subsided, they continued their way atop a makeshift vessel—a humble plastic drum. She mustered every ounce of energy she had to lay her body next to this man. With unwavering resolve, she clung to the man's lifeless form, her grip un