Jessica’s POVI didn’t know how long I had been crying in Nick’s arms. When my emotions had finally settled a little, I pushed him away. I remembered, he’s married. And not just to anyone, but to my sister, Andrea. I shouldn’t be getting close to him. I shouldn’t be accepting his embrace.“I’m OK now. Thank you,” I said softly, fixing myself and wiping away the last traces of tears from my eyes.I frowned when I saw him open the bag he had with him. He was wearing a formal suit, he must’ve just come from work. I couldn’t stop myself from asking.“How did you find me here? Why are you here anyway?” I asked, puzzled.He didn’t answer right away. He pulled out a bottle of water from his bag and handed it to me before speaking. I accepted it. Honestly, it felt like all the water in my body had been drained from crying, my throat was parched.“I saw you walking here. I got curious… so I followed you,” he replied straightforwardly.I couldn’t help but feel shy as he watched me drink the wat
Nick’s POVI was gone for two days. I had to fly abroad to take care of business matters, including my ongoing investigation into a secret organization. But even from afar, Jessica was the only thing on my mind. I was worried about her. I knew she was carrying something heavy inside.The moment my plane landed, I headed straight to the Laviste mansion. I didn’t bother stopping by my condo, there was no time for rest, not while Jessica kept haunting my thoughts.Andrea, on the other hand, was busy with some so-called “emergency” at the company. Even though we were married, we were like strangers. And truthfully, it was nothing but a contract between us, an agreement without love, without feelings.As soon as I got out of the car, my attention was caught by the sound of hurried footsteps from inside the house, as if someone was running away. I turned my head and saw a shadow dart out of the mansion and into the woods.I followed.As I walked, a memory hit me, a younger me trailing a lit
Jessica’s POVI could barely get the question out of my mouth. It felt like I was choking on the weight pressing against my chest. My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it wanted to burst free.“Mom… Dad…” I whispered again, but the words barely came out.No reaction. They kept themselves busy with what they were doing, as if they hadn’t heard me at all.I drew in another breath. My knees were trembling. I pushed harder.“MOM, DAD… AM I ADOPTED?!”I shouted this time. I didn’t care anymore. I needed to know. I needed to hear it.They both turned to look at me at the same time. I saw the shock in their eyes. Daddy’s brows furrowed, while Mommy glanced at him as if waiting for him to decide what to say.“We’ll talk about this another day, Jessica. I still have a lot to finish right now,” Dad replied coldly.“Huh?” I swallowed hard. Was I really that unimportant to them?I forced myself not to cry, but I could feel my voice trembling.“No… I need to know the truth, Dad! I can’t wait
Jessica’s POVA week had passed since the explosion. In the days that followed, I spent my time painting. That was where I poured out my questions, my fears, and my thirst for the truth.It had also been a week of restlessness, uneasy, unsure how to confront Mom and Dad. Even though the truth was already lying before me, that I wasn’t their biological child, I still refused to believe it until I heard it directly from my parents’ own mouths.Until yesterday, when I decided to have my blood tested again. I couldn’t calm down and was nervous while waiting for the results. But my world collapsed when they finally told me, the result hadn’t changed. I was still blood type A. As painful as it was to accept, I now knew I was not my parents’ biological daughter.“Jessica! Hand me the bag, your dad’s glasses are inside it. Honestly, he’s so stubborn, he’s not even fully recovered yet and already wants to work,” Mom complained.“What?!” I snapped out of my daze.“I said, the red bag, hand it t
Scarlett’s POV“Aaahh, babe, more… Aaahh, I miss you.” I suddenly opened my eyes because my dream felt so real.I was about to get up, but someone grabbed both of my legs and buried his face even deeper on my pu***.“ Aaah! Shit! !?” who are you? I asked nervously. I was about to struggle, but when I looked down, I saw George’s handsome face. He seems enjoying himself while hungrily devouring my pu***. “Bhabe you are home?. Uhmmm aaahhh..” I uttered, feeling as if I had lost all strength from the pleasure I felt.“Uhmm,.. Yes Bhabe. I am home and starving.. Aaahh..You really taste so good, babe… I miss your pussy Bhabe.. I miss you.. Uuhmmm..” I felt his tongue ward against my Fold. Then he harden his tongue and licked my clit that caused me to roll my eyes. I trembled with pleasure. “OOhhh, aahhh, Bhabe, it feels so good..please”“ I miss you Bhabe!! Uhhmmm… I love your pu*** Bhabe… Uummm” “ George Bhabe aahh… Yes.. Aaahh.. Bhabe that’s it aah… My pu*** started to throb.“ aaahh
Third Person POV – Interrogation RoomThe man’s face was barely recognizable, covered in wounds, smeared with blood, and bruised all over, some of them still fresh. His body trembled violently, his hands and feet bound to a steel chair.In the shadowy corner of the dimly lit room, Leon’s eyes glinted, cold, mocking, and seething with rage, as he watched the man, who was on the verge of losing consciousness.“What new information have you gotten out of this man?” Leon’s voice was cold but razor-sharp, cutting through the silence almost in sync with the echo of his footsteps on the concrete floor.“Nothing yet, Leon. This one’s stubborn,” replied the guard, shaking his head while wiping a drop of blood that had hit the floor.“Have you found anything about his family?” Leon asked again, never once taking his eyes off the prisoner.“Yes, we’ve obtained their information and photographs.”“Bring me the pictures.” His voice didn’t rise, but the weight of his words was undeniable.One of th