AUTHORS POV It was past 11pm, and the lorenzo mansion had settled into silence except for the patrol guards and security dogs hovering around under the floodlight poles. The only sounds in Don Pedro’s bedroom were the faint rustling of bed sheets and the soft creak of the bed as Tessa moved around it, touching it. The scent of his cologne lingered in the air, it was his room after all, what was it suppose to smell like? Fresh night breeze drifted in from the open balcony doors, except for the curtains that separated the balcony from the room.. Franco and his men had just finished moving her belongings into the room, and now that she was alone, so she thought, she looked around to see how she can make out her own space, somewhere to set up her own mirror and wondered at the possibility of sharing a room with her environmental hazard of a husband. She stood still in the centre of the room, her arms wrapped tightly around herself, her eyes darting between the enormous bed and
AUTHORS POVIt was as though the living things inside the Lorenzo Mansion had died. Everywhere was dead silent. The mansion was quiet as midnight settled over the Lorenzo estate; the dogs had stopped barking, the corridors bathed in the soft glow of moonlight streaming in through windows. Franco moved with deliberate stealth toward Regina’s door, almost like he was ghost walking, fast. He must not be seen, so he looked around every second as he walked.His knock was light but insistent; he prayed the echoes were not loud enough to wake anybody up.First knock. No answer.Second.The third.Moments later, the door creaked open, and Regina’s eyes flashed open in alarm. “Franco, why are you here, knocking without calling first?” She demanded; a tremor of surprise and a little bit of irritation tailed her voice.Before he could respond, Regina’s fierce gaze softened as she pulled him inside and shut the door.Franco raised his hands in apology, settling them on her shoulders. “I’m sorry
AUTHORS POVFranco grinned, his eyes roaming over her body. "I had to make sure everything was perfect for my grand entry," he said, stepping closer and pulling her face into a soft kiss, and then he lowered down to his dick, motioning her to suck him as he pressed his dick on her lips. He had planned this night for days, and he wasn't going to rush it. He wanted to savour every moment, every touch, every taste of her.“I want to do wicked things to you to night” He said as he drew in deep breaths, enjoying the warmth and sweet sensations that seemed to envelop him.Regina raised an eyebrow, her smile widening as she sucked on his hard dick. "And what exactly did you have in mind, baby?" she asked, her voice dripping with perpetual lust.Franco's grin turned wicked. "I want to fuck you so hard, Regina," he said, his voice low and husky. "I want to eat and fuck your vagina until you scream my name. But becareful with the screams though, you definitely don’t want to bring down the roof"
AUTHOR’S POV It was barely 6:30 a.m. when Tessa stirred from her sleep, she felt dry in between. The early morning sun was quite mild as it filtered through the white curtains from the balcony, casting a soft gold beam across Don Pedro’s bedroom. She turned slowly, careful not to wake him. He was still asleep, splattered around his side of the bed like a piece of used handkerchief, in split seconds, his face turned slightly to the side, he looked calm, and innocent, his breathing steady. For a moment Tessa thought about how innocent he looked while he slept, yet the amount of wickedness residing inside him was one only God could cleanse. She got out of bed without a sound and padded barefoot across the room to the closet. She managed to create her closet from his vast closet. She showered, hoping the sounds of running water would not wake him up. After showering, with a towel strapped around her chest, she went to see if Pedro was awake, he wasn't - he was still very much sleeping
AUTHOR’S POV Jamie stepped inside, swaying lightly in his fitted trousers, eyes scanning the room as he continuously flipped his imaginary 32-inch bone straight. His gaze found Tessa immediately. “Oh, darling, there you are,” he said, lips pursed. “Don Pedro is here.” Tessa flickered, a bit startled. She didn’t expect him to be here so fast. “He’s what?” Jaime nodded, leaning against the wall with flair. “He’s in his office. He wants to see you. Now. And he doesn’t look happy.” Camila’s eyes widened. “Tessa what did you do?” she whispered. Tessa felt her heart thud. She stood slowly, straightening her blouse. “I’ll be back.” As she walked past Jaime, he gave a dramatic sigh. “Good luck. If anyone needs me, I’ll be by the coffee machine… .” Back at her desk, Camila sniffled one last time, dabbing her eyes with a tissue. She glanced at Jaime, who was still leaning lazily against the wall. “Jaime, please,” she called softly, “can you get me a cup of coffee?” He b
Authors POVTessa and Camila arrived at Miss Rosetta, a stylish designer store Jamie had recommended earlier; one of the reasons why Monterrey has thrived was the amount of excellent talent thriving in the city. The boutique was renowned for its carefully curated selection of unique fashion pieces and accessories mastered by the one and only Rosetta Valdez, making it a favourite among the city’s elite class. The elegant displays and warm lighting created an inviting atmosphere that promised a luxurious shopping experience. Jamie was having the most fun, it was evident in the big smile lighting up his face as he welcomed them.As they stepped inside, Jamie was already waiting for them, his eyes beaming with excitement.“Ladies,” Jamie greeted with a dramatic flourish, “welcome to fashion paradise! Tessa, you must thank Camila for bribing me with the opportunity to pick a few things for myself before I recommended this place. But now, I must thank you for making my dream of shopping her
A comfortable silence settled over them until Jamie perked up. “So, what’s the occasion? Why are we shopping today?”Camila grinned. “Tessa is going on a dinner date with her husband.”Jamie gasped, placing a hand over his heart. “A date night with Don Pedro? We must find you the perfect outfit!”As they continued their search, a familiar voice called out. “Tessa?”Tessa turned, surprised to see George approaching them. “George? What in the hell are you doing in Monterrey?”She quickly introduced Jamie and Camila to George. “This is George, a friend I met in the Virgin Atlantic Islands.”“Nice to meet you George.” Camila and Jamie chorused,"“Nice to meet you guys,” George said, kissing Camila on her hand and extending a handshake towards Jamie, which he playfully refuses.“I don’t shake men,” Jamie whispered in admiration. “Don’t I deserve a kiss on the hand as well?”“My apologies,” George playfully takes Jamie’s hand. “No, I don’t kiss men.” He drops Jamie’s hand after blowing an i
Author’s POVIt was a few minutes past noon when Don Pedro strode into the conference room at Solana Towers with so much pride and, of course, his bodyguards. The room’s minimalist décor and large floor-to-ceiling windows offered a panoramic view of the company’s parking lot—quite impressive, Pedro thought as he looked around. At the head of the table sat Mr. Rafael Alejandro, the CEO of Solana Towers, flanked by key members of his executive team on both sides of the table. They all wore a smile on their faces. The room was busy with quiet anticipation.Pedro paused at the door, adjusted his suit, and offered a polite yet curt apology. “I do not like to apologise, but for what it’s worth, please accept my apologies for my lateness,” he said, nodding respectfully to Rafael.Rafael smiled thinly and replied, gesturing Pedro to sit from where he sat, “No matter, Don Pedro. We are pleased you could join us. Now, let us begin.”Taking a seat at the table, Pedro’s eyes roved over the set-up
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 fac
AUTHORS POV Tessa hurried back from the supermarket, clutching her handbag tightly, it had begin to drizzle in trickles. She was glad to have made it back it time just as the rain began to fall in small drops. Her mind was still reeling from the conversation with George, but she forced herself to stay composed. She had barely stepped onto the steps of the office building when she spotted Pedro standing just outside the glass doors, deep in conversation with three well-dressed men. Her jaws dropped. They were all laughing, their expensive suits seemed unruffled under the soft evening breeze the rain brought with its fall. Tessa paused for a heartbeat, considering slipping around the side entrance to avoid them. But Pedro’s sharp eyes had already caught her. “Ah, here she is,” Pedro said with a proud smile, beckoning her over. Tessa swallowed her nerves and walked towards them, she hated the noise her heels made against the floor while she walked. As she got closer, she caught snipp
AUTHORS POVTessa was sorting through a pile of boring paperwork on her desk when her phone started vibrating loudly against her table and honestly, she didn’t want any more business related calls. It had been a long day and she just wanted to wrap up and leave, Camila and Jamie had already left together and Pedro had asked her to stay back so they can go together. After the phone had rung twice, She glanced at the screen and froze.It was Regina.She answered immediately. “Regina?”On the other end of the line, Regina was crying so hard that Tessa could barely make out her words.“You didn’t reply my message,” Regina sobbed, voice breaking in between hiccups. “I sent you a message and you didn’t reply… you left me all alone.”Tessa’s chest tightened with guilt. She pressed the phone closer to her ear, standing up from her chair.“I’m so sorry, Regina,” she said gently. “I wasn’t near my phone. I didn’t mean to ignore you, I swear.”Regina’s breathing was ragged, her words tumbling ou
AUTHORS POV Regina sat on the edge of her bed, her fingers twisted tightly in her lap. The late afternoon light streamed through the curtains, casting a golden glow over her room, but she felt none of its warmth as nervousness and anxiety painfully seeped through her. Her heart pounded heavily against her ribs. She had rehearsed this conversation a hundred times in her head, but now that Franco was standing in front of her, smirking lazily as if he already knew what she was about to say, the words tangled on her tongue. She took a deep breath and forced herself to meet his eyes. “You have been silent since you called me here, it leaves me wondering what’s going on in your mind” he said dryly, running his fingers through his hair. “I’m pregnant,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. For a moment, Franco said nothing. His face held no facial expressions, and Regina clung to a shred of hope that he might reach for her, smile, tell her it would all be alright. Instead,
AUTHORS POV The return to the office after lunch was a slow, dragging affair. The sun beat down on the building, the air was sticky, and the workers moved with a sluggishness that mirrored Tessa’s heavy steps as they made a beeline for their respective duty post. Shortly after Jamie leaves for his desk, Tessa and Camila had barely settled at their desks when a sharp knock sounded on the glass door of their section. It was Andrew, one of Don Pedro’s personal messengers, standing stiffly with a small notepad in his hand. “Camila,” he said, his voice very formal. “The boss wants to see you. Right away.” Camila, who was just booting up her computer, slightly frowned and looked at Tessa. Tessa’s heart skipped oddly. “Why?” Tessa asked before she could stop herself. Andrew shrugged. “No idea. He just said to bring her.” Camila gave Tessa a reassuring little smile, smoothed her blouse, and stood up. “It’s probably work-related,” she muttered. “No big deal.” But Tessa’s stomach twist
AUTHORS POVThe café was buzzing that warm Thursday afternoon, if not for anything but for the fact that Tessa loved the positive atmosphere the environment afforded her; she didn't want to go back to the office or back to the Lorenzo mansion. The clatter of cutlery and soft murmur of voice chatters weaving into a comforting background noise were the only things that reminded her that she wasn't in her comfort zone. Tessa sat at the table by the window with Camila and Jamie, a half-eaten sandwich limp in her hand. The sun outside painted the streets golden, but inside her head, it was cloudy and grey.Jamie leaned across the table, flashing his boyish grin. "Thanks again for the food the other night, Tessa. That food was something else. You didn’t have to, but I'm grateful."Tessa stared through him as if he wasn’t there, her gaze locked somewhere beyond the walls of the café. She didn't blink, didn’t smile, didn’t even twitch.Jamie frowned slightly, exchanging a quick look with Cami
AUTHORS POV The house was unusually quiet when Tessa returned from the shopping mall. She was tempted to kick off her shoes by the door, except for the fact that she was not in the comfort of the room she shared with Pedro. She sighed as the scent of grilled meat and garlic hit her nose, straying from the dining. Her body ached, and all she really wanted was a hot bath and to be left alone. But the silence in the air felt heavy—like something was waiting. She walked into the dining area and found Don Pedro seated at the head of the long glass table. The only sound in the room came from the clinking of his fork against the china plate. The light above him made his presence look even more imposing than usual. He looked up at her, chewing slowly, watching her. “You’re late,” he said flatly, setting his cutlery down. “Join me for dinner.” Tessa forced a polite smile. “I’m not hungry. It’s been a long day. I’d rather go upstairs and rest.” Pedro’s jaw twitched as though he wanted to s