On Treyâs twentieth birthday. His family hosted a banquet to celebrate him. However, Trey felt such an occasion was of little importance and decided not to go. Because all he ever accomplishes on occasions like that is going around from one business partner to the other toasting and drinking, the only reason he doesnât end up drunk by the close of such events is because of how he trained himself to have alcohol tolerance.
However, when he arrived at the banquet an hour later, he was delighted he did. Standing amidst the guests was the face that had been occupying his thoughts for the past 6 years. Valerie Lynn, his childhood sweetheart. She stood there, looking stunning as ever in a strapless evening gown, as her brunette hair fell down her back, complementing her blue eyes. Trey met Valerie when he and his parents were living in Country B before he came back to Country A. Valerie was six years old back then; he wanted to be friends with her when he saw her being bullied by her aunt and cousin. She ignored him for some time but became friends with him when she saw him being bullied by her cousin Lisa. Their friendship developed into love in high school; one day he didnât catch sight of Valerie at school, so he went to her house to check up. But he was informed they had moved the previous day. He sent a detective to track Valerie after he became boss, but the detective came with a dead-end report. He never thought she would come back to him on a silver platter. He took quick, long strides towards her, unable to control his emotions. Valerie was astonished to see Trey; he looked like a Greek god, tall and muscular, with broad shoulders, tanned skin, oceanic blue eyes, and long black hair with a matching beard and mustache, wearing a three-piece white suit with a polished black leather shoe. How could one person possess all the traits of a Greek god? She smiles widely, showcasing all her white teeth to Trey. âTrey...â She murmured admiringly. âValerieâŠâ Trey whispered, out of breath. âIt has been a while; how have you been?â He asked as he reached for Valerieâs hand. "I've been... good." Valerie said as they both stared at each other longingly. Just then the song starts to play, and Trey asks her if she would dance with him. She agreed. Henceforth, the two started to date. Trey is head over heels in love with Valerie; however, whenever he and Valerie want to have sex, he starts to have a severe migraine, causing them to stop midway through. Thatâs the only reason why he ended up having sex with Lisa. He needed to have sex, and Lisa, just like all the other bitches he has fucked to relieve himself before, was living with him. Even though he felt remorseful when he realized he was too rough with her since it was actually her first. Surprising, right? So he decided not to ever have intimacy with her again. But he kept carving her, obsessing over her, urging him to have constant sex with her. He just couldnât get enough of her. -/Present Time/- The drive to the old mansion took 40 minutes. Trey got out of the car and headed to the main door to find old Butler Zane. âWelcome home, young master.â He bowed, took Treyâs suit, and opened the door for him. âThank you,â Trey said, taking the lead. His face was cold and dark, void of any emotion. âThe madam is in the dining hall,â Butler Zane reports. Trey nods and heads in that direction. Just then his phone started ringing. He answered through his earpiece. âSpeak!â He demanded. âBoss, the madam has fainted,â Brad reports. Brad is one of the personal bodyguards Trey arranged for Lisaâs protection. But Lisa, not aware of his job as a mafia, rejected them. So they watch her from afar. âWhat happened?â He growled. âBoss, the madam remained kneeling after you left; she fainted when she tried to stand.â âTake her to the fucking hospital.â He said, feeling aggravated with himself for worrying about Lisa. He hates Lisa. But he can't help it; he instinctively worries about her. "Okay, boss,â Brad said as he hung up. Trey went to the dining room to find his mom setting the table. Mrs. Rosa likes doing the housework; she hates being idle, and even though there are many house helpers, she enjoys getting busy. âMum, Iâve told you to let the maids do this stuff; they are paid to do it.â He complained. Mrs. Rosa smiled upon hearing her son's voice and walked over, hugging him. âI thought youâd forgotten about your mother." Mrs. Rosa asked, pouting her lips. âI did.â Trey jokes. His mom stared at him with amusement and said, âDid the almighty Trey just joke?â âI meant what I said.â Trey now said with a straight face. Mrs. Rosa grinned and asked him to join her for dinner since his dad and grandfather were not around. As they were almost done with the meal, Mrs. Rosa spoke. âWhen will you introduce us to your wife?â She asked, staring at her son. Trey placed down his cutlery and wiped his mouth with the napkin, placed it down, and replied. âI will when I deem it fit.â With that said, he stood up to leave. Mrs. Rosa knew Treyâs reaction to this topic, so she didnât pursue the topic again. âWill you be staying for the night?â She asked, changing the topic. âIâm staying for a week,â Trey said bluntly, leaving for his room. Mrs. Rosa stared at his retreating form and sighed. âHe must have argued with his wife for him to stay in the old mansion for a week,â she thought. She has been trying to know the kind of woman her son married, but the topic is brushed off by Trey before she can start. There was this one time she visited his house but was not allowed to enter by the bodyguards. She sighed, stood up, and started clearing the table. After she was done, she retired for the night.Luis frowned when the elevator opened and both Selena and her dad, Jose, stepped out.âMaster Luis, how is the madam doing?â Jose inquired, his face etched with worry, when he stopped in front of Luis.âShe's doing fine,â Luis replied, with a flat face.âThat's great. I heard from Selena that she is in the hospital, so I decided to come and see her and pay my respects to her one last time before I leave tomorrow.â Jose explained, and Luis registered that Jose is indeed retiring and is leaving on retirement tomorrow.So putting aside his anger, he gestured ahead and said,âThis way,â to Mr. Jose. Mr. Jose smiled, nodding as he about to take the lead.But the next second the sound of something piercing through the glass wall rang, and a bullet scratched Luis' shoulder.He knew since the bullet had missed him, it was now aimed at the person in front of him.But it was too late since the bullet had pierced Jose's head. His body dropped to the floor.Luis' eyes moved to Selena, who stood
Luisâ phone in his pocket began to ring the moment he stepped out of his mother's ward. He brought out the phone, and it was Selena calling. He answered it and took it to his ear.âWhat is it?â Luis demanded coldly.âOh, nothing, I was just worried. Did you find Aunty's whereabouts?â Selena asked softly with worry, and Luis sighed and replied,âYes, we found her; she's fine now.ââYay, that's great news. So are you going to stay the night at your parents place then?â she asked.Luis groaned, irked by her endless questions, and responded harshly,âSelena, I'm not in the mood for small talk. I'm at the hospital now and will return home once everything isâŠâ But he didn't finish speaking when Selena interrupted him. Luis's jaws clenched.âWas he being so tolerant to Selena that she thought she could cut him off in the middle of his sentence? Considering it was about his mother's well-being, he would let it slide.âWhat? Aunty is admitted to the hospital? Then I will have Amanda prepare a
Hello đ, my lovelies. I hope everyone is doing great. I am very sorry for not updating for over a month now. I hope you will all forgive me. A lot had happened. Before asking my editor to help me change the status of You Belong to Me, Ex-wife from complete to ongoing, I already had two books signed on the app. But I knew I could handle updating three books, my editor even asked me if I could handle it, and I told her yes. But things began to change, I suffered a serious relationship break up and it hit me hard, as much as I wanted to deny it. After all, the man in question was my son's dad. I came down with depression, and couldn't write at that time. My big sister, who is also a writer here, she encouraged me not to give up. So the only thing I could come up with was to focus on completing one of the books first, then I will continue with Luis and Michelle's story then the other book. I'm better now because my mother also paid me a surprise visit, and cheer me up. And also, w
âJade!â âMom!â Trey and Luis exclaimed simultaneously as Trey caught her in his arms protectively. He looked at her feet and frowned; seeing how bloodstained they looked, he immediately scooped her into his arms. âWhat happened to your feet?â he asked angrily, seeing she was hurt to such an extent but didn't get it treated. âPut me down; I can walk on my own,â Martina argued, hitting him on the chest. âShut up!â Trey scolded, his jaws clenched as he walked toward a private ward with Martina in his hands. He didn't understand why Martina was acting like that. He was the one who was supposed to be angry at her for her reckless behavior tonight. But here she was, making him a scapegoat. ~~ Trey gently laid Martina on the bed the moment they entered the private ward, and the nurse stepped forward to check her. âYou can go now; Lucia needs someone with her when she's wheeled out of the emergencyâŠâ Martina didn't land when Trey cut her off.. âWhat? Lucia? What happened to Lucia?â Tre
This chapter is rated 18+; blood and killing scenes ahead. Skip if uncomfortable. ~~~ Martina ran out of the warehouse in time to see the taillights of a car disappearing in the distance; she began running after the car barefooted. About fifteen minutes later, Martina saw the car stopped in the distance, and from the cold breeze, she realized they were at the seaside. âThey were planning to dispose of Lucia's body in the ocean.â Martina was out of breath, and her feet hurt from the debris and glass shards that had pierced them, but she refused to stop running, since any delay on her side, and those scumbags will dispose of Lucia's body. When Martina arrived at the sea cliff, the two boys had Lucia lying on a net with bricks around her as they planned to wrap her up and toss her into the sea. Fueled by an indescribable surge of anger, Martina didn't know when she swiftly reached for a brick and smashed it hard against one of the boys' heads. âWhat the hell!â the other boy exclai
It was a few minutes past 11 pm when Martina arrived at the underground parking lot. Her personal bodyguard, Carlos, opened the car door for her when he saw her approaching, but Martina spoke, stopping him.âCarlos, you and the men should leave first; I will take the other car. I need some time alone.â Carlos hesitated but said anyway,âBut madam, the boss would be very angry.ââThat's his business!â Martina snapped, her emotions overwhelming her. She looked at Carlos' face and warned, âI don't need any of you secretly following me; I trust you don't want to see me provoked?âMartina asked with a curved eyebrow. Carlos nodded, and she turned, walking to the driver's side of the car, and the chauffeur respectfully stepped out. In a few seconds the car drove out of the parking lot at full speed.âDamn it!â Martina cursed as she smacked the steering wheel angrily. Tears fell down her face as she turned onto a secluded road. Her phone began to ring then, and she knew it was her husband,
Clara looked at Octavio's face with teary eyes as he spoke. She recalled everything that happened three weeks ago, and her heart still hurts. He really hurt her, but he just told her he regretted it and he loved her, and after hearing his explanation, Clara wanted to forgive him, because there was no denying it. She loved him. She had fallen madly in love with Octavio without realizing it. But what if he hurts her again? Her poor heart can't take another heartbreak. Clara slowly pulled her hands out of Octavio's hands at the thought and said, âI'm sorry, Octavio. But I can't forgive you after everything you did to me. I'm just not heartless. I couldn't let you stay outside in the cold air all drenched up.â Clara looked at his face with a forced smile. âI will get you something to put on from my friend. You have to leave.â Clara said, turning and walking past him, but he grabbed her wrist. âLet go,â Clara said, her eyes fierce as she tried to yank her hand from him, but h
Three weeks later.New York.âClarissa!!â Octavio, who was holding a bouquet of red roses embedded with chocolate and a small silver bag, yelled from outside Clara's apartment once again. âClarissa, I'm sorry!!â he continued to yell. Marco's eyes, which were stabbing daggers, were fixated on the bastard, and he wished for once he could make a decision on Clara's behalf by killing Octavio once and for all.For the past two weeks, Octavio had become a stalker, stalking Clara everywhere she goes. Apologizing to her every day with different flowers. From different colors of roses, different colors of lilies, lilac, and red carnations.He would appear out of the blue during her photoshoots, at a restaurant she was dining at with a few endorsers, standing outside her apartment all night and outside her company all day. He was always outside Clara's apartment whenever she left home for the company, but he arrived at the company before her.The first time Clara saw him riding his motorbike
âBut Alan is not your real name?â Michelle questioned him, as a glint of disappointment flashed across her face. âYes, but I didn't marry you as Alan Moore but as Craig Jacobs,â Alan answered, and Michelle's face twisted into confusion. But she's always addressed as Mrs. Moore wherever they go. âWhat? ButâŠâ Michelle was rendered speechless. âBut what? Michelle. Did you take a look at our marriage certificate after you signed it? I thought I would explain things to you back then after you noticed there was a different name on the certificate. But you didn't even notice,â Alan said with a heartbroken expression. His bloodshot eyes fixated on Michelle's face. His heart ached from the pain of knowing the person he loves never held him dear. âAlan, I'm very sorry. But I⊠you forget it. Tell me why you changed your name. I want to know about you.â Michelle said, taking Alan's hand and squeezing it softly. She knew she was hurting Alan. Her selfishness caused all this mess, but in the