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"You fuck. You ruined everything. You are not into girls right. Into boy huh? So I have my boys. My trusted boys. They will quench your thirst and will satisfy you completely. You slut. Whore. Today I will let you taste the dicks shoving in your hole. That you will never dare to disobey me.. Ever" Benjamin was horrified. "No. No. No dad. No please no". Benjamin was pleading. But his eyes were open wide in shock when he saw those filthy men coming to him opening up their zippers. He was silently praying for Noah to get him. He knew everyone would be worried and looking for him. But how would they find him? They didn’t have any clue. He should have listened to Conrad or Daniel. He was crying a

” Liam nodded and gave her a lasting kiss. Benjamin stepped down from the car as his eyes glanced at the ancestral home; he stood still for a while before walking towards the house. The workers greeted him as he walked past them, everyone becoming silent; he normally gave off a strange cold aura. An aura depicting a strange wickedness, one that was hard to determine; and coupled with how quiet his demeanor was, it was hard to determine what was going on in his mind. He was a strange human being. “Benjamin? What a surprising visit.” Dorothy, who just came back from her walk creased her brows when she saw her second son. It was early in the morning and Benjamin, who wasn't a frequent visitor w

Benjamin was good and drunk when he answered the door, he spent the entire day drinking away his sorrow at their astronomical losses, and also celebrating the return of their freedom. "Master there's a delivery for you that requires you or Lady Winifred's signature." A maid approached him on the couch inclining her head. "Certainly Scarlet! Haha Have a drink while I go sign, we're celebrating!" Benjamin cheered as he rose to his feet and going towards the door. "Good evening sir I've got a Express delivery that requires the signature of either Benjamin Thomas or Winifred Thomas. Would that happen to be you sir?" "Yes indeed it is friend! I wonder what my wife ordered this time." He replied c

Benjamin wasn’t the easiest person to talk to today, and if we wanted him to consider our proposal, we’d need a perfect balance of diplomacy and, well, a little luck. As we approached the fountain where he was standing, gazing at the rippling water, I knew he’d already sensed our presence. Benjamin turned, his expression guarded, hands tucked casually into his coat pockets. He looked at us with an arched brow, clearly unimpressed. “Well, well,” he said, his voice laced with skepticism. “Here we are again. What is it this time? Another one of your brilliant ideas that’ll make my life more complicated or you have decided that I do not deserve to see the next day for daring to talk to your mate

I had built a life I was proud of, one where I commanded respect and held my head high. Benjamin’s POV After securing Abigail's release and returning to the hotel, I couldn't shake the image of Racheal from my mind. The transformation was astounding. The weak, calm, and heartbroken woman I left behind was now a confident, powerful professional. I felt a strange mix of admiration and regret. I needed to understand what had happened in her life since our bitter divorce. I booked a flight for Abigail back to Bologna; I didn’t want to leave just yet. I felt I should try and find out what Racheal has been up to ever since our divorce. But I gave Abigail the excuse that I wanted to try and handle

said Benjamin. "Finally, you show your greed," said Zayden, leaving Benjamin stunned. "Isn't this price fair enough for my daughter's life?" Benjamin said, "We can save your lover." "Do you think the information you brought is important enough for me, Mr. Benjamin?" "Do you think the information you brought is important enough for me, Mr. Benjamin?" Zayden asked with sharp, focused eyes. Zayden said, "To be honest, I don't need any information about Jared from you," leaving Benjamin silent and covered in cold sweat due to his intimidating gaze.

"It's been so long. Yet, Cherilyn won't let me touch her. "She must still be hung up on that dead guy. Say, do you think she's staying chaste for him, or is she just that innocent? "My initial plan was just to have some fun. But I never thought it would drag on for so long. I'm not willing to let it end like this." My heart sank. Instead of barging in, I peeked through the gap. Benjamin was seated on the sofa with his legs crossed. He held a glass of wine in one hand, which he downed in one gulp. He looked nothing like someone suffering from stomach cancer.

The door squeaked and I wiped at the stray tear. “If you spend half of the time you spend on the internet, staring at troll comments about yourself, on important things like grasping the basics of this business, we would have gone somewhere,” Benjamin’s cold voice swamped the entire room. His aura alone was enough to suck the joy out of any place. I sniffled, tucking my lips firmly into my teeth. “Have you read any of the articles that I sent to you?” He pulled the chair and sat, flicking his case open.

Benjamin's eyes widened as he heard Charlotte's kind words. Benjamin's eyes went wide and he even forgot to breathe. What Benjamin believed to be a thought, actually came out louder than he had expected. Benjamin pulled away from Charlotte, and sat up on the bed. With a confused look on his face, Benjamin was staring at Charlotte's face. "What are you talking about?" Benjamin couldn't say if he asked that question himself or if there was a hidden soft person inside of him that was breaking free because of Charlotte.

It was even more cringe-inducing than watching it in person. Apparently, she hadn't been standing at the right angle last night, because she hadn't noticed how… expressive Benjamin's face had been. … Meanwhile, on the other side of town, Benjamin was rubbing his throbbing temples as he sat up in bed. When he reached for his phone, intending to check the time, the dozens of unread messages and missed calls instantly snapped him awake. His heart leaped into his throat. With trembling fingers, he clicked on the trending topics list. #BenjaminZimmermanLosesDecorumOnStreet