บททั้งหมดของ He is mine, and nothing is changing that: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

The chandelier was blazing with distinct light, hung right at the centre of a spacious, eminently furnished living room. Right at the centre of the room, there was a medium-sized rectangular table, a brilliantly furnished table, smooth and polished brown with 5 comforting dining chairs surrounding it. Everyone was seated with the company of someone beside them, aside from Mrs Ava, who chose to sit at the wide side of the table with nobody seated opposite her. Mark was having Chloe seated beside him and opposite them were Mr & Mrs Hathaway. “I want to welcome you all to this great feast, it's my utmost pleasure to have all of you present here”Mrs Ava, comfortably seated with elegance in her stunning gown. She continued speaking with a smile on her face“What do they say about a man who won't cross a bridge, but there is a raging fire starting from his side?”With a gentle smile on her face, Mrs Ava throws the question to the table“He has no choice, unless he's immune to burns, he

Right there in Mark's room, he sat on a sofa, relaxed and concentrated on his phone as he heard a knock on his door.“You may come in”He fixed his gaze back at his device. Tracy walked in looking pale with offence boldly written on her face, not giving attention to the beautiful paintings hung on the walls of the beautiful room. “Sit right there”Mark, pointing towards a chair a few, a few steps away from him. She sat, looking straight into his eyes, still not shifting ground on what's boiling on her inside ‘How can I reward this guy for all the atrocities he has cost me?’Lost in her thought ‘How about you imagine him trying to make an advance to you, Tracy. What are you gonna do?’Looking around this time and finally fixing her gaze on the flower vase right in front of her ‘Smashing this on his skull won't be a bad idea though’She continued as her stare then shifted to his face. Mark seemed busy on his phone and eventually, after a few seconds, he was done with it as he

Having retired to her room, Tracy lay reclining on her bed, her head resting on her crossed hands behind her. She was smiling at first, but her expression quickly changed.'Where do we go from here? Is that really it?'She stared inquisitively at nothing, lost in her thoughts.'Yeah, the whole Angela saga finally seems to have a face, at least. But me? I pray Mrs Ava hasn’t found out… she can’t find out. I’d be dead. I really hope Mark also sees living here as a challenge. God, please…'She sat up, crossing her hands in a pleading gesture.'Too many things to think about. Way too many… Mark, Mrs Ava, my life, and Angela? I hope I don’t die in all this.'Holding her head, she let out a wicked laugh, eventually settling down to sleep when she heard a knock on her door.“Who is it?”There was no response, only the knocking growing louder and more persistent. Tracy, irritated, stormed toward the door.“Emily? How may I help you?”She looked surprised, though still visibly furious.“Your s

Mark was having a terrible night. It's 3AM and he still can't get himself to sleep. Exhausted the last cigar and now left to parade the room with no actual aim or in search of anything in particular, then he heard the door creak…“Who is it”The door slowly closed as Emily took a step in. Wearing a night gown with her massive boobs unguarded. Her nipples were pointed out and were so attractive like riding a horse into a hall wedding. Mark, looking surprised, blows up his cheek as he quietly exhales. Raising his eyebrows like he's trying to figure out what exactly it is she was up to. “I felt like you needed something”She slowly said as she slowly approached him with her boobs jiggling in the nightwear. “Ohhh…”Mark responded, raising his eyebrows even higher…“You must be thirsty”She replied, grabbing her boobs with her hands, still maintaining eye contact as she squeezes them softly.“Well, I'm not.”He slowly said, walking towards her as well with a smile on his face, a hand

After driving for one and a half hours, the vehicle finally came to a slow, deliberate stop in front of a mansion, far more beautiful, luxurious, and refined than Mrs. Ava’s cottage.It didn’t just stand there; it commanded attention.A large swimming pool lay about thirty seconds away from the main building, its surface calm and reflective under the soft daylight. It stretched wide, bordered by neatly trimmed hedges and a garden that looked like it had never known neglect. The air itself felt different, cleaner, quieter, almost curated.To the side stood a garage, expansive enough to contain eight vehicles without feeling crowded, its structure blending seamlessly with the elegance of the house. Everything about the place spoke of intention, of wealth that didn’t need to shout.The mansion sat in a quiet residential area, surrounded by a few other houses built in a similar structure and colour, uniform, controlled, and undeniably expensive.Tracy felt it the moment the car came to a