Lahat ng Kabanata ng Brian's Poisoned Vow – Forced to Wed, Determined to Kill : Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

"He did not even allow us to do our work the day we brought you," Ben said and they focused on him. "He followed us anxiously and wished to see everything we were doing to his father."They laughed again and Paschal rubbed Sean’s back. He looked at his shy face and teased, "Is it true, Dr. Sean?"Everyone burst into laughter. Dr. Summer’s laugh was a soft, breathy exhalation. Ben's eyes crinkled at the corners as he shook his head in fond remembrance of that day. Andrea's was deeper, a hearty rumble that escaped as he nodded, confirming that Sean could do that. The most telling was Paschal’s laugh. It was a quiet, proud sound that vibrated through the hand he had placed on Sean’s back. It was less at his son, and more for him a laugh of pure, unadulterated affection for the boy’s fierce, clumsy devotion. He looked down at Sean’s crimson, downturned face, his own eyes shining with a mixture of teasing and profound love."Is it true, Sean?" Paschal asked, his voice laced with that sam

Ben merely smiled and concentrated on his work. The two sat down and focused on the television. The pageant teaser kept coming and going but they did not attach any meaning to it. They considered it a mere advert from the company. Nevertheless, Dylan, who was automatically running his company, and Paschal walked in, hoping to meet only Sean waiting for his father."Wow!" He exclaimed when he saw the two. Paschal stirred. Dylan held his breath and raised his eyebrow. They watched him go back to sleep before Dylan sat down. He greeted Ben with a nod before he whispered to the two, "Let’s go to the lobby."They agreed with him and got up.The car ride back to the hospital was a silent blur for Sean, but his mind was miles away, already in his father's room. The moment Andrea pulled into the parking lot, Sean had the door open before the engine was fully off."Wait for me, Sean!" Andrea called out, but the boy was already sprinting through the automatic doors, his new haircut making hi

Drugs Law Enforcement Office Jane watched as her mother called her friend, and Elsa picked up the call at once."Hello, Magdalene. How are you?""I'm fine, Elsa. How are things?""Fine. What's up?""I'm sending my daughter to you. She will explain everything when she comes.""It's okay.""Kindly give her all the assistance you can.""No problem. I'm waiting for her.""It's okay. She will take a cab to your house. Kindly pay the driver. We will talk later.""I got it."Paul's Apartment He held his breath and hit send. The following hours were an agony of waiting. Each minute that ticked by felt like a confirmation of his unworthiness. Just as despair began to set in, his phone lit up with a single word (When?)Relief, potent and dizzying, flooded his system. He quickly arranged a day and time, his heart hammering against his ribs. This was his chance."Now. Can we meet at the airport? All expenses on me."He began to wait again, praying that she would not say it was impromptu. Instea

“Poor girl,” he told himself, the thought immediately followed by the lewd image he had captured of her. “She was so eager for a job she didn’t even need. We would have been married by now."His mind retraced every step of that day - the kitchen, the treadmill, the moment he’d told her to change into the apron. A wave of self-recrimination washed over him. “I deceived her.” But just as quickly, the justification rose, a shield against the guilt. “I did it because I love her.”He remembered the sound she made - a sharp, involuntary moan when he touched her. “But she loved it,” he insisted, defending himself to an invisible jury. “She was the one who encouraged me. She didn’t even want me to stop.”Now, prosecuting and defending himself in the same breath, he felt the familiar heat of arousal, a phantom echo of the desire on the treadmill. Closing his eyes pulled him deeper into the fantasy; he was there again, and Valerie was standing at the door. In his mind, he was with her again, h

"Thank you for the water," Mr. Borodin said without looking away from her nipples.She stood up, facing him. To get him to look at her properly, she asked, "Is there anything else you want?"He looked up and was faced with the most honest part of her, the tantalizing detail. He could picture the gentle peak of her nipples in his hands as he fiddled and swallowed them."No ... yes," he said when he found his bearings.She looked into his eyes and saw a familiar look - confidence, experience in the act, and cravings. "I go by 'yes'. What else do you want?""Let me think," he said, switching looks from her face to the exposed breasts. "It's okay," she said and inched away."You can sit with me," he said, his voice thick with desire. She halted and he continued. "I will whisper to you when I remember."She was most willing to do that. "It's okay," she said and sat down.Not at the other side of the couch but close to him - almost on his lap. He found it profoundly exciting."Madam Elsa