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Hello👋, Lovelies!Sorry for the lack of update for the past months. I have to mark this book complete for now, but know I’m writing the sequel on a different platform, and once I complete it, I will upload all the chapters here.This wasn’t an easy decision, and I truly appreciate your patience with me. Life happened, writing took its own turns, but please know this story and these characters still mean so much to me.I would never leave you hanging intentionally. The journey isn’t over, it’s just continuing behind the scenes for now.Thank you all for the incredible love and support you’ve shown this book. Every read, every comment, every vote has meant more to me than you know. You’ve kept this story alive with your encouragement, and I’m endlessly grateful.While we wait for the sequel to make its way here, please check out my other books too and show them the same support you’ve shown this one. It would mean the world to me.Thank you all, truly.❤Love,Fireworks🎆
Alan was panicking when he saw the person he least expected walked into the banquet hall. She exuded confidence with each step she took as if she owned the entire place. Agatha Reigns. Before he realized it, he was marching towards her and grabbed her neck the moment he reached her. A gasp erupts in the hall due to his aggressive behavior. “Where is she?!” he demanded in a growl, his eyes fierce. However, Agatha was far from being intimidated; if she felt something, then it was pleasure. She leans into Alan's body, rubbing herself against him, her eyes rolling back as she smirks seductively at him. “Gosh… If only you knew what you're doing to me… being all manly. Alan I've missed you so much… Please kiss me as you strangle me harder!” She whimpered as Alan's grip on her neck tightened, and tears of pleasure escaped the corners of her eyes. “You crazy woman.” Alan cussed, pushing her away, but not so harshly that she would fall, when he realized she was enjoying what he was doi
~~~ When the president spotted Trey and his family approaching, he greeted them with an air of authority. Craig stood up, taking Michelle’s hand and leading her forward as if presenting her to royalty. “Mr. President,” Trey said, extending his hand with a practiced smile. “Mr. Collins. Glad to see you,” the president responded, shaking Trey's hand with a firm grip that spoke of years in leadership. “Same here,” Trey replied, gesturing towards Martina. “You’ve already met my wife, Martina Collins.” “Yes,” the president nodded as he and Martina exchanged formalities. The introduction went on; Craig and Michelle were introduced, and after that, Luis and Michelle exchanged formalities. Luis acted as if it was his first time meeting Michelle. Trey and Martina were astonished. They couldn't believe Luis was the same person who had his eyes fixated on Michelle throughout the entire event. Even Michelle herself felt something was amiss with Luis' attitude. She couldn't help but wonder
“Michelle?” Alan called Michelle's name again, this time taking her hand in his when she didn't react to his earlier question.“Alan… I… I'm fine.” Michelle murmured, her eyes pulling away from Luis as she looked at Alan's face with a soft smile.Alan didn't believe her, seeing how pale she was looking and the slight tremor in her body, but he nodded, placing a hand at her back and leading her to their table.Luis watched the exchange and felt like destroying the world with his bare hands. His eyes were feral as they fixed on Alan’s hand, which was placed behind Michelle's lower back.At that moment, the urge to chop someone's hands off has never been so consuming.“Luis?” Martina patted Luis. “Are you alright?” she questioned, worry lines etched on her face.“I've never been.” Luis replied, his eyes emotionless, but he couldn't fool his parents. Martina looked at Trey's face.Luis smirked, gulping the wine in one big gulp.He reached for a wine bottle on their table, pouring himself
“What's wrong?” Alan asked, his expression calm and neutral, even though his thoughts were swirling with questions and doubts, and seeing the look of panic and hesitation in Michelle's beautiful eyes wasn't helping. He was a man, and even if they still were in the trial period of working on their marriage, the thought of Michelle seeing another man felt like a sword had penetrated his heart. “Um. It turned out I really can't put on the gown without help. And I was checking if a maid was around. And…” Michelle was saying but Alan cut her off. “I can help out, if you don't mind.” Alan offered, his face unreadable. “Oh. Right.” Michelle murmured with a weird laugh. “Yes. Sure. I don't mind.” She lied. She minds very much. She's not ready yet; she's almost naked with her zipper down. Alan will see everything. The lingerie. This is embarrassing. At this thought, Michelle decided to turn the lights out when she has sex with Alan. She was still self-conscious. Luis was the
Michelle walked out of the bathroom after a soothing and refreshing bath. She walked out in her bathrobe, with a towel draped around her hair. Her eyes moved to the set of lingerie on her bed, and she sighed. “Alan is handsome, caring, and loves Mitchell like he was his. And he loves me. I won't regret my decision tonight. He deserves my love.” Michelle murmured in an assuring voice, which sounded more like she was trying to convince herself. She slipped on the lingerie as she looked at herself in the mirror. However, a shiver ran down her spine when Luis appeared in the mirror. He stood towering behind her, his face buried in the crook of her neck, planting wet kisses, his haggard breath pricking her skin and awakening goosebumps all over her. “Luis…” she gasped with wide eyes. “How are you…here?” she trails off when Luis looks up. His piercing dark orbs take in her appearance. At the scrutiny of his gaze, Michelle felt an aching throb deep between her inner thighs. “Did you
Trey's heart sank when Martina spoke the words he had been dreading for so long. Her voice was filled with a deep hatred, and he could feel the weight land heavily on his chest. "I hate you." It was like a knife had been plunged deep into his heart. It was like a switch had been flipped within h
Martina was about to leave the car when Lucas interrupted her. "Yesterday, after you left, I discovered that our location has been hacked," he said. "Moreover, I replied to some emails on your behalf. You'll have to go to the hospital at 2 in the afternoon. The faster you work, the earlier the youn
As Trey and Martina went about their business inside the bedroom, Lucas found himself seated in a car parked a block away from Trey's villa. Earlier, upon Martina's departure from the hotel, he had attempted to check if Trey had reached out to them. However, his hopes were dashed when he discover
Trey gently brushed away a stray hair from Martina's face with his fingers, tucking it behind her ear. The tender gesture had a soothing effect, causing Martina to instinctively lean into his touch, her palms resting on Trey's broad, taut chest, as they locked eyes. “Lisa, I deeply regret all the







