Fabian couldn't sit still as he paced back and forth inside his Makati condo unit. He was waiting for Detective De Santos, and his heart wouldn't calm down. Today was when he'd receive the reports gathered from the investigation into Gigi's case. "Damn!" Fabian cursed softly as pain shot through his temple. He closed his eyes for a moment and rubbed his forehead. He really needed to see a doctor; his migraine wasn't getting any better, and he suffered from dizziness from time to time. He felt like he was aging prematurely. He poured himself a glass of liquor and drank it in one go. Its bitter taste burned his throat. He lit a cigar and continuously drew in the smoke before puffing it out. Alcohol and nicotine were what kept him functional these days. During their last conversation, De Santos had mentioned that someone had reopened the case of the burned warehouse. Fabian wanted to know who. If the case had been closed, then someone might

Last Updated : 2025-05-19

"Focus on the target, steady your stance and take a deep breath." With her dominant hand holding the gun, Gigi pointed it at the target seven yards away from where she stood. She held her breath as she pulled the trigger continuously. The sharp noise of gunfire echoed throughout the shooting field. Her eyes trained on the target; her fingers mercilessly pulled the trigger as if her life depended on it. In her mind, the faceless person who killed her family was the target of her shooting. She poured her pent-up frustration into the poor target. She emptied her magazine. With labored breathing, Gigi lowered the gun she was holding. The barrel was still smoking. No, she wasn't yet satisfied. She needed to release this anger. Because if she didn't, she might go crazy thinking about it. JD promised that he would help her, but she was getting impatient waiting for results. She trusted JD, but she couldn't help wondering why the i

Last Updated : 2025-05-20

Fabian parked the car outside the King's Lair clubhouse located in a high-end subdivision. He had received a text message from Dan saying the gang wanted to see him. He had too many things on his mind, so he decided to visit his friends. A little booze and a talk with his lunatic friends would probably make a difference. He missed their craziness too. Fabian could only shake his head when he saw the expensive cars lined up outside the clubhouse. All of them were luxury vehicles. It was impossible for his friends not to brag about cars since it was one of the things they were obsessed with. They never fell behind and always showed off their new collections. He wanted to forget what he had learned a while ago, just for a few hours. It was better to be at the clubhouse, and if he got drunk, his friends would be there. Those motherf*ckers were actually good babysitters. This clubhouse for the King's Lair members was exclusively for male membe

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The whole house was dark when Fabian came home. It was already past midnight, and he didn't want to sleep in the clubhouse. So even though he was a bit dizzy, Fabian forced himself to drive home. Fabian felt somewhat relieved that he had spent time with his friends, even briefly. His friends had played a significant role in lightening the burden he was carrying. What he learned today was not easy. He had just found out that he was surrounded by traitors, and the mastermind of it all was none other than his father-in-law. In truth, he really wanted to go on a rampage because of what he discovered. The man was set on destroying his life. First, he had ruined his relationship with the woman he loved. Even her family was not spared by his greediness. And now he was going after his precious company. Fabian wanted to laugh. How could someone be this evil? He couldn't imagine how this man's mind worked. He would adm

Last Updated : 2025-05-21

Fabian groaned as the early morning light pierced through the curtains. The man clutched his head that seemed to be throbbing with pain. Even with his eyes closed, he struggled to sit up and leaned against the headboard of the bed. "Damn, hangover!" he cursed softly. Using his left hand, Fabian massaged his aching temple. He hadn't drunk that much last night, but his clever friends had mixed different types of alcohol. That was probably why his head hurt so badly now. It was Dan's idea. "Damn that man to hell." Fabian kept his eyes closed because he was still dizzy. He just remained leaning on the headboard with his eyes closed. He felt terrible, like he was about to throw up. Who wouldn't get drunk when different types of drinks at the clubhouse were mixed together because, according to Dan, they needed to celebrate his reconciliation with Alfie? That guy's really crazy, Fabian cursed Dan inside his head. Bu

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All Chapters of The Stripper's Sugar Daddy [ENGLISH]: Chapter 71 - Chapter 75

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