Knocking on the door, I was greeted by the warm embrace of my mother, her eyes looking concerned."Carmen, my dear, what brings you here?" she asked.I smiled, enveloped by the familiarity of her presence. "I just wanted to check in on you, Mom. Make sure you're doing alright."Her eyes softened, a small smile at the tiny wrinkled corners of her lips. She was getting old at 60. Shame all those Botox injections and treatments had a limit. "I'm fine, Carmen. Just worried about you, that's all."I reached out and took her hand, squeezing it gently. "Don't worry about me, Mom. I'm stronger than you think."Her smile widened, a glimmer of pride shining in her eyes."I know, Carmen. You've always had a fire in you. Just promise me you'll be careful, alright?"I nodded, feeling a lump form in my throat. "I promise, Mom.”As Marcus and I stood in my mother's living room, the weight of his question hung heavy in the air. Had I forgiven her for orchestrating my marriage to Sean under prete

I stepped into the boardroom of Whitney Corporation.This was it—the moment I had been preparing for, the moment where I would assert my dominance and take control of the company that had once belonged to my father-in-law, Mr. Whitney, the rat, first of his name, the man who had manipulated and deceived me for far too long.With each confident stride, I felt the weight of responsibility settling on my shoulders. I was no longer the naive young woman who had been manipulated into marriage. I was Carmen Whitney, first of her name, a force to be reckoned with, a woman who would stop at nothing to achieve her goals.I took my seat at the head of the table, and the other board members looked at me curiously. They knew that change was coming, that the days of Mr. Whitney's iron-fisted rule were numbered. And they were right to be afraid, for I had no intention of playing by his rules any longer."Good morning, everyone," I began. "As you all know, there have been some significant changes w

After leaving my parents' house, I felt like I needed some fresh air, and some space to clear my head. I found myself wandering the familiar streets of my hometown, the memories of my childhood flooding back. Eventually, I ended up at a small bar on the corner of 5th Street, a place I used to frequent with my friends back in high school.I pushed open the door and stepped inside. The bar was filled with the smell of stale beer and cigarette smoke, the jukebox playing some old classic rock tune in the corner. I made my way to the counter and took a seat on one of the rickety barstools.The bartender, a grizzled old man with a bushy beard, looked up as I approached. "What can I get ya, kid?" he asked, wiping down a glass with a rag."Just a beer, thanks," I replied, my voice sounding tired even to my ears.I waited for my drink, I pulled out my phone and scrolled through my contacts list, eventually landing on Jake's name. I dialed his number and waited for him to pick me up."Hey, Sean

The next morning, I woke up to the sound of the doorbell ringing. Rubbing my eyes, I stumbled out of bed and made my way downstairs, wondering who could be calling at this hour.When I opened the door, I was surprised to see my father standing there, accompanied by a team of cleaners."Morning, son," my father said, his tone casual. "I thought I'd come over and help you clean up the mess you made last night."My eyes widened in shock as I took in the scene before me. My father had hired cleaners to tidy up the house after my outburst. I felt anger bubbling up inside me."Dad, what are you doing here?" I asked, my voice tight.His father sighed, looking tired. "I know you're upset, but we can't just leave the house like this. We need to clean up the mess before it gets any worse."I shook my head, feeling a sense of betrayal. "But Dad, she's the one who started all of this. She's the one who drove me to this point. Why are you giving in to her demands?"His father's expression softened

I couldn't believe what had just transpired in Carmen's office. My mind was still reeling from the unexpected sex. One moment, I was being punished for my mistakes, and the next, I found myself entangled in a passionate encounter with Carmen, my wife whom I despised.As I left Carmen's office, different emotions consumed me. Confusion, guilt, and desire mingled together, leaving me feeling utterly lost. I couldn't shake the feeling that I had betrayed myself, allowing Carmen to manipulate me once again.Heading back to my desk, I couldn't help but replay the events of the past week in my mind. Carmen's sudden change in demeanor, her apology, and now this... It was all too much to process.I sank into my chair, feeling exhausted and defeated. It seemed like no matter what I did, Carmen always found a way to exert her control over me. And yet, despite my anger and resentment towards her, I couldn't deny the undeniable attraction I felt towards her. After all, I need to feel a little sexu