All Chapters of BRINKS: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

✩PRESENT DAY✩Writer's POV:Anika alongside Ursula, Gianna, Hope and Betty, had Diana McCoy clothed in a long black skirt and a red silk top with an open back. Her dark glossy hair straightened unlike the days she would have it curled to waves.A touch of red on the lips. It was usually her style to match her make up with her dress. Diana is a perfectionist when it comes to her aesthetics, she likes order and uniformity when it's needed. Her silhouette in black and her jewels in silvers and diamonds.Her appointment with Winston Counter, the managing director ‘TechPulse Electronics Company—based in Houston, Texas’ had been set for the next week—but Winston wasn't a man who waited. Normally, Diana McCoy wasn't one that entertained guests that disrespected her schedules but this one, this one for some reason, she allowed.“Anika?” she called“Yes Madam”, the young girl answered with a nod and left the room.***Anika, Diana’s silent butler, led Winston Counter through the eerily quiet h

“TO: L' VIUDA BLANCA”February 8th, 2022.— Signed & Stamped.Office: || Honourable Matthew Ferdinand Saye.----An emerald envelope, with an emerald crest of the Tinsel Progressive Congress logo – TP (The P facing the other way) in an attractive italicized font, passed from one man in black suit’s hand to the hand of another man in black, from one office to another, one building to another, then into the hands of Zeeflora June Karter— Diana McCoy's personal assistant.---MCCOY CONSTRUCTION COMPANYDiana's POV:A knock came through my office doors, “My Lady?” Zee walked in.I was typing on my computer, that I didn't bother looking up to Zee, “What do you want?” I asked.“This”, Zee brought out an emerald designed envelope from the file she was carrying, holding it up to me, before proceeding to hand it over. I opened the envelope and took out a letter and a small card inside it. I read the content of the letter and observed the plastic platinum card in my hand which had a big faint

“Meenah Amira Goldman”...Diana kept thinking of the possibility that Rafael had another child, “Or did Marieh have an out-of-wedlock child with another man before her marriage to Rafael? No. Rafael wouldn't even tolerate the presence of such a child in his family” she sid to herself, walking to the sofa in her room. She lifted the laptop resting on it. Keyboard clicking, the system sitting on her lap. She pushed in the ‘enter’ button and a web page opened, aside was the picture of Meenah in a gray hijab with gold accessories. She read an article defining her as the jewel of the Goldman family— Rafael and Marie's only daughter from Rafael's affair in Qatar. She's Arabic. At age six, she was moved to New Zeeland for the sake of Rafael's marriage. It goes on showing a video of Marie saying how she regret her actions on Meenah's case in an interview, how it was pointless and how she pleaded with Rafael for her return home, under the topic ‘Marieh apologies to Meenah Goldman’... “How did

Months bled into months until the madness finally fucking won. Elle’s ghost squatted in every corner of my skull, smiling sideways, blood on her teeth, that profile... I was one bad night from swallowing a bullet just to shut the bitch up.Light. Fire. Distraction.Every room Rafael Goldman breathes in has to burn or glow. If it doesn’t, I flick the French lighterHeavy Dupont, gold worn soft by my thumb. Every click of it, for my sanity. and watch the flame eat the dark.Click. Click. Motherfucking click.Each spark is a plea that she won’t crawl into my bed tonight.––––––––I stood in the doorway of the marble bathroom, lights strobing like a seizure— flickering, water dripping slow and deliberate. I slid a pair of Scissors out from my jacket like they were born there.“Good evening,” I whispered, tasting her name before I even knew it.The closer I got, the more she wore Elle’s ghost like a second skin, side profile carved straight from my nightmares, the only angle I still jerk o

Diana’s POVPleasure, to me, is a man dominating me while knowing his exact place. Preston is nothing but a dog. That’s what I remember when the hunger kicks in. His experience should be for sale, but no apologies to the world: he is mine and mine alone. He has no family anyway.Every position drew him deeper into me. His hard cock marking my insides, water streaming off the ridges of his stomach, cock flushed dark and obscene. No warning. He just lifted my other leg, spread me wide against the wall, and slammed into my vagina.My nails impaled his skin and he never flinched, never complained, never moved my claws from making him bleed. I pictured the same marks on Rafael’s contract when he finally crawls. I already know what I want, and I always get it. He'll come to me having no choice. I just fell it.I held my balance on Preston; his thrusts punched the air from my lungs, another made my vision spark white. I screamed his name into the steam, my hair soaked, water dancing off my e