Semua Bab Dear Jason, It's your turn to cry!: Bab 1 - Bab 5

It was in the middle of the night when I felt Jason's fingers tracing their way downwards under my night dress as we both lay under the duvet. A smile crept up my face as his feathery touches pulled me slowly out of my slumber state.He always knew how to ignite that desire in me.The next thing I felt was his fingers brushing against my clothed pussy. I pretended to still be asleep while biting down the moans that threatened to spill out of my mouth.He was quiet as well and all I could hear was his breathing, which was a little faster than normal. When I slowly peeped down, I saw that he was stroking himself, thanks to the dim table lamp.He kept on rubbing my clit, causing me to leak from my wet opening, soaking my panties. Soon, I felt a rustling sound of clothes as he pulled down his pants and slowly pulled down my underwear as if he was trying not to wake me up. But that was a failure, as I was very much wide awake and ready to enjoy this pleasure he was about to give me.“I kno

Isabel’s POV:Four years later. The faint clink of champagne glasses and low murmurs of hushed conversations filled the air, it seamlessly blended with the soft melodies of classical music playing in the background. I was standing in the center of the grand ballroom, my heels was slightly sinking into the soft red carpet as I absorbed the whole scene.The event was an absolute success. Every detail, from the intricate flower arrangements to the beautiful golden drapes decorating the walls, had been meticulously planned and executed by me and my team. I puffed out a huge breath, a wave of satisfaction washing over me. I was so happy and it wasn’t just about the event. It was everything this moment represented. Four years ago, I was just a woman broken by love and betrayal, walking aimlessly down a street with nothing but a suitcase and a shattered heart. Now, I was the CEO of *Isabel Interiors*, a name that boldly represented luxury and elegance. I have been opportuned to design

Jason' POV:I stood there frozen, still holding the little girl’s tiny hand in mine.Her small fingers were wrapped around mine like it was the most natural thing in the world, but everything about this moment felt wrong. No, not wrong, nothing about this felt wrong. It was just too big of a situation for me to understand all at once.She looked like Isabel. The same soft brown eyes, the same shape to her face. Even the way she blinked up at me, curious and unafraid, reminded me of her. But before my mind could think too far, before I could even ask the question that was now nagging in my mind, I saw her walking towards us and God, she looked divine.Her body tensed the second the little girl spoke. She turned fully, her gaze locking onto mine, sharp and unreadable. For a split second, I thought she’d say something. Anything.But she didn’t.Instead, she walked toward us, her steps calm and quiet. She didn’t flinch or hesitate, not even when her eyes drifted down to where her daughte