AUTHORS POVTessa walked briskly through the long corridor; she didn't even wait for Pedro despite the fact that he had told her to wait. She just wanted to get to Regina as fast as she could. Her heart felt heavy in her chest as she approached Regina’s room, like a gloomy pendant hung over her neck. She paused for a brief moment at the door, took a deep breath, then quietly turned the knob and stepped inside.The room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn shut. Regina was curled up in one corner of her bed, her small frame almost swallowed by the large, plush duvet. She looked so fragile, so unlike her usual lively self, that Tessa’s heart clenched painfully. The evil men do to women, she said in her mind.Tessa closed the door softly behind her and approached the bed. “Regina…” she called gently, sitting at the edge of the mattress. “Have you eaten anything today? Or at least had some vegetables? You need to keep yourself nourished, for your sake and the baby’s.”Regina stirred, her face
AUTHORS POVThe atmosphere inside Regina's room changed from the moment Dame Rossa stepped inside; it was almost suffocating. And for seconds that slipped into minutes, Regina tried all she could to hold herself together. The ancient of days clock ticked away loudly in the background; for Regina, it was a painful reminder that time was slipping through her fingers and she needed to tell Pablo her truth.Dame Rossa sat beside Regina, her eyes darted around the room, softened with concern."My dear," she said, reaching out to pat Regina’s hand gently, "Pablo told me you have not been taking his calls."Regina blinked, feeling a strange chill wash over her. Had she?It struck her then — the last few days and hours had been a haze. The pain, the shame, and the constant battle with herself had consumed her so much that she hadn’t noticed the persistent beeping of her phone. She had unknowingly, absentmindedly ignored him."I'm so sorry," Regina whispered, looking down at her lap, ashamed.
AUTHOR’S POV Tessa sat on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling as she counted in her head, how much time she had so she could go check on Regina. The silence in her room was too loud. The shadows cast by the bedside lamp stretched across the walls like silent watchers, the shadow reflection of other objects the room looked like they were whispering loudly, echoing the weight in her chest. Her mind kept replaying George’s words from earlier at the supermarket, and every time, they struck a nerve she’d tried so hard to numb. Her ringed finger throbbed with guilt. The blood diamond sparkled none the less. For a second she wondered who she was, questioned who she had become over the last few months that seemed to drag on forever. She used to be fierce and quick minded, how did she become so soggy? Could it be Aunt Norah’s absence? She thought. So what would become of me if she was actually no more? Become any mans puppet? Talk more of a man like pedro? Her pho
AUTHORS POV Don Pedro was all over her, Tessa.She was the center of his desires or whatever that had possessed him that night, that seemed to blind his ears to her pleas and his eyes with lust.His fingers running through her long, dark hair, and curves that made his mouth water in ways that reminded of his younger days. He couldn't help but stare at her for a few minutes even though she resisted him."Please stop pedro," she moaned, her eyes flicking over his muscular shoulders, hoping he listened. "You’re hurting me, please stop""I’m sorry I can’t help that you are driving me nuts tonight," he replied, extending a hand down her thighs. "I have been starving myself of this and tonight I want it all""Please," she said, trying to take his hand away from her thigh. "Please you dont have to do this."But she failed to stop his hands because her hands and body was nothing to his hefty muscular frame and large determined hands.The following seconds were filled with flirtatious glanc
AUTHORS POV It was like he had an epiphany. Yes he had always known Tessa was a beautiful woman but as he carried her to the balcony connecting to her room, her weak reluctance edging him on, he realized she was such a beautiful woman. It was already too much sexual energy between them and just taking all his observations and the detailing of her face card and those lush lips, the way her head bobbed on his dick some seconds ago, even though she wasn’t a willing participant, she was making efforts to fulfill her clandestine duties as his wife and to him that was a progress in the making. Don Pedro loved the idea of power and passion plays, he loved to conquer and despite a few nights of being inside this beautiful woman, tonight had a different feeling to it, he found himself completely enamored with Tessa, her beauty was only surpassed by her stubbornness and he blamed her a little for not letting him see her full beauty. As the night fell, the two of them were themselves c
AUTHORS POV Tessa stirred under the weight of her own body. Her limbs ached as though she had wrestled with something invisible all through the night. Like she had been mashed into an aching pulp by a speeding truck. Pedro had really fucked the hell out of her because he made love to her all night and she just simply let him. Her vagina ached the most, the lining of her pussy lips felt like it had been bruised, it felt so sore, like it had been chewed to a paste and spat out. Her nipples were painful, and had intense burning sensations around her areola. He had literally ravished her. Ravish was the word. He had ravished every nook and cranny of her body till there was nothing left but sweet pain and extreme exhaustion. A sharp wave of nausea climbed up her throat. She groaned, clutching her stomach as the dizziness intensified. The room spun. The morning sunlight bleeding through the curtains felt too bright, her pillow smelt of pedro, it was suddenly too str
AUTHOR’S POV Franco stepped outside the hospital building, his phone clutched tightly in his hand. His jaw was clenched, his mind spinning. He had just watched Regina walk away with Pablo, calling him “daddy” with a softness he hadn’t heard in weeks. Something inside him twisted—not just from jealousy, but from guilt. Still, he had a duty to fulfil. He swiped across Pedro’s contact and pressed the phone to his ear. The line rang twice before Pedro picked up. “Franco,” Pedro’s voice came sharp, impatient. “I’m in a meeting. What is it?” Franco hesitated for a beat. The next words needed to come out right. “Sir, it’s about Madam Tessa.” There was a pause, short but heavy. “What about her?” Pedro asked, his voice lowering. “She was rushed to St. Monterrey General Hospital earlier this morning,” Franco replied steadily, keeping his tone calm. “Regina found her in bed, feverish, pale, and barely responsive. She looked… very unwell. We didn’t want to waste time, so
Pedro’s footsteps echoed into the private ward just as Dr. Rain was folding Tessa’s chart back into place. He looked sharp in a navy-blue suit, but there was a rare flicker of tension in his eyes as they darted between the doctor and his wife. “How is she, Doctor?” Pedro asked, his voice steady but edged with concern. “Is my wife alright?” Dr. Rain turned calmly, giving the composed but slightly rehearsed smile he reserved for high-profile patients. “Mr. Lorenzo, she’s stable now. She experienced a drop in blood sugar, likely from stress and exhaustion. Nothing too alarming, but we’d like her to rest and follow a strict medication routine for now.” Pedro frowned. “She fainted because of stress?” Dr. Rain nodded. “Her vitals are fine. We’ve given her something to help with the dizziness. She’ll need to take some supplements and avoid anything that can overwhelm her.” Pedro’s gaze softened, and he looked past the doctor toward the bed. Tessa had turned her head away from him
Authors POVThe conversation got even better and hotter.Tessa lay propped up against the soft pillows of her thin sick bed, whitelights flood lights now bleeding faintly through the long white curtains. A mild headache persisted, and though she longed for proper rest, sleep eluded her. She shifted slightly, trying to ease the pressure in her lower back.Jamie now perched himself at the edge of her bed, lowering his voice like a proper gossipmonger. “I still don’t believe that a stranger could do all this for me. I think I’m in a relationship with the catfish already.”Camila groaned. “Here we go again…”Tessa blinked. “But then a catfish? Jamie, really? Are you sure its not your new man doing all this and you want to surprise us?”He nodded seriously. “Honey i get this from strangers a lot especially on social media. They’ve been sending me gifts. Fancy wine, sneakers, random spa vouchers just to get my attention. Individuals and anonymous gifters, maybe he is a Downlow man but I wi
Pedro’s footsteps echoed into the private ward just as Dr. Rain was folding Tessa’s chart back into place. He looked sharp in a navy-blue suit, but there was a rare flicker of tension in his eyes as they darted between the doctor and his wife. “How is she, Doctor?” Pedro asked, his voice steady but edged with concern. “Is my wife alright?” Dr. Rain turned calmly, giving the composed but slightly rehearsed smile he reserved for high-profile patients. “Mr. Lorenzo, she’s stable now. She experienced a drop in blood sugar, likely from stress and exhaustion. Nothing too alarming, but we’d like her to rest and follow a strict medication routine for now.” Pedro frowned. “She fainted because of stress?” Dr. Rain nodded. “Her vitals are fine. We’ve given her something to help with the dizziness. She’ll need to take some supplements and avoid anything that can overwhelm her.” Pedro’s gaze softened, and he looked past the doctor toward the bed. Tessa had turned her head away from him
AUTHOR’S POV Franco stepped outside the hospital building, his phone clutched tightly in his hand. His jaw was clenched, his mind spinning. He had just watched Regina walk away with Pablo, calling him “daddy” with a softness he hadn’t heard in weeks. Something inside him twisted—not just from jealousy, but from guilt. Still, he had a duty to fulfil. He swiped across Pedro’s contact and pressed the phone to his ear. The line rang twice before Pedro picked up. “Franco,” Pedro’s voice came sharp, impatient. “I’m in a meeting. What is it?” Franco hesitated for a beat. The next words needed to come out right. “Sir, it’s about Madam Tessa.” There was a pause, short but heavy. “What about her?” Pedro asked, his voice lowering. “She was rushed to St. Monterrey General Hospital earlier this morning,” Franco replied steadily, keeping his tone calm. “Regina found her in bed, feverish, pale, and barely responsive. She looked… very unwell. We didn’t want to waste time, so
AUTHORS POV Tessa stirred under the weight of her own body. Her limbs ached as though she had wrestled with something invisible all through the night. Like she had been mashed into an aching pulp by a speeding truck. Pedro had really fucked the hell out of her because he made love to her all night and she just simply let him. Her vagina ached the most, the lining of her pussy lips felt like it had been bruised, it felt so sore, like it had been chewed to a paste and spat out. Her nipples were painful, and had intense burning sensations around her areola. He had literally ravished her. Ravish was the word. He had ravished every nook and cranny of her body till there was nothing left but sweet pain and extreme exhaustion. A sharp wave of nausea climbed up her throat. She groaned, clutching her stomach as the dizziness intensified. The room spun. The morning sunlight bleeding through the curtains felt too bright, her pillow smelt of pedro, it was suddenly too str
AUTHORS POV It was like he had an epiphany. Yes he had always known Tessa was a beautiful woman but as he carried her to the balcony connecting to her room, her weak reluctance edging him on, he realized she was such a beautiful woman. It was already too much sexual energy between them and just taking all his observations and the detailing of her face card and those lush lips, the way her head bobbed on his dick some seconds ago, even though she wasn’t a willing participant, she was making efforts to fulfill her clandestine duties as his wife and to him that was a progress in the making. Don Pedro loved the idea of power and passion plays, he loved to conquer and despite a few nights of being inside this beautiful woman, tonight had a different feeling to it, he found himself completely enamored with Tessa, her beauty was only surpassed by her stubbornness and he blamed her a little for not letting him see her full beauty. As the night fell, the two of them were themselves c
AUTHORS POV Don Pedro was all over her, Tessa.She was the center of his desires or whatever that had possessed him that night, that seemed to blind his ears to her pleas and his eyes with lust.His fingers running through her long, dark hair, and curves that made his mouth water in ways that reminded of his younger days. He couldn't help but stare at her for a few minutes even though she resisted him."Please stop pedro," she moaned, her eyes flicking over his muscular shoulders, hoping he listened. "You’re hurting me, please stop""I’m sorry I can’t help that you are driving me nuts tonight," he replied, extending a hand down her thighs. "I have been starving myself of this and tonight I want it all""Please," she said, trying to take his hand away from her thigh. "Please you dont have to do this."But she failed to stop his hands because her hands and body was nothing to his hefty muscular frame and large determined hands.The following seconds were filled with flirtatious glanc
AUTHOR’S POV Tessa sat on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling as she counted in her head, how much time she had so she could go check on Regina. The silence in her room was too loud. The shadows cast by the bedside lamp stretched across the walls like silent watchers, the shadow reflection of other objects the room looked like they were whispering loudly, echoing the weight in her chest. Her mind kept replaying George’s words from earlier at the supermarket, and every time, they struck a nerve she’d tried so hard to numb. Her ringed finger throbbed with guilt. The blood diamond sparkled none the less. For a second she wondered who she was, questioned who she had become over the last few months that seemed to drag on forever. She used to be fierce and quick minded, how did she become so soggy? Could it be Aunt Norah’s absence? She thought. So what would become of me if she was actually no more? Become any mans puppet? Talk more of a man like pedro? Her pho
AUTHORS POVThe atmosphere inside Regina's room changed from the moment Dame Rossa stepped inside; it was almost suffocating. And for seconds that slipped into minutes, Regina tried all she could to hold herself together. The ancient of days clock ticked away loudly in the background; for Regina, it was a painful reminder that time was slipping through her fingers and she needed to tell Pablo her truth.Dame Rossa sat beside Regina, her eyes darted around the room, softened with concern."My dear," she said, reaching out to pat Regina’s hand gently, "Pablo told me you have not been taking his calls."Regina blinked, feeling a strange chill wash over her. Had she?It struck her then — the last few days and hours had been a haze. The pain, the shame, and the constant battle with herself had consumed her so much that she hadn’t noticed the persistent beeping of her phone. She had unknowingly, absentmindedly ignored him."I'm so sorry," Regina whispered, looking down at her lap, ashamed.
AUTHORS POVTessa walked briskly through the long corridor; she didn't even wait for Pedro despite the fact that he had told her to wait. She just wanted to get to Regina as fast as she could. Her heart felt heavy in her chest as she approached Regina’s room, like a gloomy pendant hung over her neck. She paused for a brief moment at the door, took a deep breath, then quietly turned the knob and stepped inside.The room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn shut. Regina was curled up in one corner of her bed, her small frame almost swallowed by the large, plush duvet. She looked so fragile, so unlike her usual lively self, that Tessa’s heart clenched painfully. The evil men do to women, she said in her mind.Tessa closed the door softly behind her and approached the bed. “Regina…” she called gently, sitting at the edge of the mattress. “Have you eaten anything today? Or at least had some vegetables? You need to keep yourself nourished, for your sake and the baby’s.”Regina stirred, her face