Thelma
"Let go of me!!" I screamed as I was caught by two dark-skinned masculine bodyguards downstairs. They probably mistook me for a thief, holding me firmly as they refused to let me go.
I saw an old man with white full beards, his hair on his head white too, and silver-looking eyes. He walked out and stared at me in confusion at first. He wore a long white garment and spoke to the two bodyguards holding me, "Release the lady."
"Yes, grandmaster," the two bodyguards immediately let me go, and I dusted my arms irritably where the two large men had gripped me.
My thighs still hurt from how intensely the dark, handsome man in the room had pounded hard on me, and I still smelled of his scent.
"Who... are... you?" the old man with extremely white-grey hair asked me, and I greeted him, "Good morning sir."
I assumed he was related to the dark man who had been with me. I said, "I have to be on my way home now, sir."
The old Black man smiled faintly at me and replied, "Alright. Thompson, open the gate for her."
"Okay, Grandmaster," one of the two hefty guards replied, and the man named Thompson spoke to me, "Come with me."
I gulped and followed him out of the living room, as the mansion was extremely big. As we stepped out, he unlocked the gate for me, and I was grateful for not being followed outside.
I immediately ran to the bus stop, saw a cab approaching, and ordered the cab driver, "LX Hotel."
"5k, madam," the cab driver replied. I slid into the back seat.
I shut the door and said, "Drive."
The cab driver started the car engine and drove off. I sat nervously, still feeling the throbbing between my thighs, and watched as the cab driver in the yellow T-shirt drove down to LX Hotel.
I stepped out and paid for my ride, then rushed into the hotel to retrieve my car.
As I entered, my father's adopted son, Steven Sebastian, stared angrily at me as he strode up to me.
"Where did you go last night??" Steven yelled at me, looking a bit older at 36 years old, with dark skin too.
"I went to see someone," I lied.
"See someone with all these red marks on your face and neck? Who??" Steven's eyes glared angrily at me, and I knew he was worried as well. He had always had feelings for me and never fully accepted being my adopted brother. Secretly, he planned to court me.
"Leave me alone, I'm going home," I said, running to my yellow car. I needed a good bath to wash off that icy man's scent.
Steven stood with the stationed guards and watched me get into my yellow car. He waved to the guards behind him, saying, "Let's go."
Looking in the rearview mirror, I saw Steven and the two guards walk back to their cars. I sighed with relief, starting my yellow car and driving away from the hotel parking lot.
I was nervous and scared as I drove back home to face my family. Steven and the guards followed me home in the second car.
I arrived at my family mansion, drove into the garage, parked, and saw my father standing in front of the mansion, his eyes burning with anger.
I stepped down from the car and walked up to face my father on that bright Sartuday morning.
"Where did you go without answering your phone calls, last night and this morning?" Father's cold, angry eyes bore into me as my worried mother stood beside him.
"I went to see a friend, father," I lied.
"Shut your mouth and go in. This is the last time you are leaving this house to celebrate your birthday in a hotel," Father warned with a stern tone. It was my first time celebrating my birthday in a hotel, and I was 24 years old.
Father continued glaring at me as I rushed into the mansion, passing by both Father and Mother as I hurried back upstairs to my bedroom.
Breathing heavily, I remembered the anger on Father's face, locking my room door to avoid the maids disturbing me.
Treated like a princess at home, I had up to five maids attending to me.
I couldn't believe my pain still throbbed from what the cold man had done to me.
Unpaid, he hadn't held back with me at all. "Did he think I was a prostitute?" I asked myself in front of my cream-colored bedroom mirror, gasping in horror at what I saw.
Hickeys and red marks covered my body, my lips red and swollen. Removing my gown, I found more marks on my chest. The ruthless cold man had sucked my breasts so hard the night before, leaving red marks all over.
At some point, I got scared by his intensity, as if he wanted to claim me entirely.
"No wonder Steven stared at me angrily, and Father... did he notice I was no longer a virgin?" I wondered, staring at my room mirror, taking off my bra to see my swollen, marked breasts.
A knock on my room door interrupted my thoughts. "Who's there?" I asked.
"It's me, Elsa," my handmaid replied. "Go away, I don't need your help right now," I told her.
"Madam sent me to dress you up," Elsa said from outside. "Shut up and wait. I'll call you when I need you," I replied, listening as Elsa's footsteps moved away.
Elsa was my favorite handmaid among the five. I sighed, quickly rushing to the bathroom to bathe and remove the lingering scent of that handsome cold man.
His intense gaze and icy demeanor bothered me as I sank into the white bathtub filled with warm water. After my bath, I returned to my bedroom, still feeling the pain from the encounter with the stranger, his scent still lingering around me.
His silver colorless eyes haunted me as I sat on my bed, wrapped in a long white towel. I pulled out my body lotion to moisturise my skin.
Mavin "Who the fuck was that lady?" I stared at Sir Adam angrily. The last thing I remembered was that I sent him to get a glass of water for me, as I was busy going through my Grandfather's decision. Grandpa wanted me to marry by force, and I didn't want to. I was the only son and child of my parents, and although my dad didn't marry my mom, he later married when I was young. With my mom being a stripper and club addict, Grandpa had to raise me all alone. I hated women with a passion, and I couldn't believe that my own mother was so consumed by the world's lust and pleasures that she would turn a blind eye to me and abandon me when I needed her the most. I was 35 years old now, and Grandpa wouldn't stop reminding me that I was getting old. "Mavin, you need to get married to have a successor," Grandpa kept reminding me, as I was his only grandson. Grandpa had other grandchildren from his daughters, but he never treated them like grandsons when they visited, as he said, "They al
Mavin, I stepped out of my bedroom and dressed in a casual blue top and black pants. I walked over to the mirror to comb my short black hair. I felt a sore and scratches on my neck from when I was taking a bath. I noticed finger scratch marks on my skin. Frowning, my mind flashed back to the moment I had been with her. I couldn't bring myself to stop. I held my head to ease the pain from the memory. Even though the medicine had helped, I still had a headache. I thought about giving Adam and the rest of the staff a serious warning. Adam Howard, a 53-year-old man who had been with me for a long time, liked to call me boss. He said he called me boss "to motivate me and remind me of who I am and my rank in City B." I sighed as I finally walked away from the mirror. After applying my perfume, I left my room and went downstairs to accompany my grandfather to the hospital, as promised. Grandpa was smiling like he had won a trophy, neatly dressed in a brown garment. As I took my seat
Mavin After I had escorted my grandpa home, I took him to his room downstairs. I ensured that my grandpa drank his medicine before I left him in the care of Angela and went back upstairs to my bedroom. I went into my closet and changed my casual clothes into a blue suit and set off to leave for the company. I was having a business meeting at noon with my shareholders and partners. I had already contacted Henry Black to reschedule the business meeting for the afternoon and to let my secretary know that I wouldn't be arriving at the company on time. The day was Saturday, October 18, and I took my time to dress up properly in my room. The business meeting included meetings with other foreign partners that I work with. Even though Grandpa Charlie had disconnected his company association from mine, I was still obligated to give him a great-grandchild or impregnate someone before the year ended. I knew I still had to work very hard to take over Grandpa's company too. Considering it was
Thelma It was a brand new day. I sat up carefully on my bed and finally slid out of it. I walked up towards my room window and pushed the curtains slightly open to stare out at my father's garage. I saw my elder brother Steven Sabastain standing there and speaking to a bodyguard. Like Steven, felt my intense gaze on him. He turned and stared upward at my room window, but I quickly shut the curtains closed. I wasn't ready to greet him. I still felt embarrassed from the previous day when I looked so red in front of them, plastered with love kissing marks all over my skin and face. I had to do my business training as I had graduated. But I didn't know if my father would allow me to go outside of our mansion again, to work with the company that I had chosen. I submitted my application to M.W Corporation. My mother didn't want me to learn under Steven. The company had already sent me an approval email to resume with them on Monday. Since it was Sunday, I decided to inform my parents
Thelma. I finished eating my breakfast in my bedroom and stood up from the chair. Walking to the mirror, I stared at my beautiful yellow reflection once again. I have a sharp, pointed nose, and my blue eyes were sharp and enchanting. I smiled as I walked away from the mirror and stripped off my clothes to take my bath in the bathroom. Stepping into the bathtub, I bathed quickly as I still wanted to meet with my father, knowing I had been avoiding him since the previous day. I sighed, acknowledging my mother was partially right about me being a bit naive. I shouldn't have paid heed to Sandra and Ella's words, as they were closer to each other than to me. They sometimes behaved jealously because my parents were wealthier than theirs, and my father's company had won many prestigious awards and recognition in City B. My mom actually wanted me to take over my dad's company instead of my elder brother, Steven Sabastain. Mom only acknowledged Steven as her adopted son, even though she op
Thelma. I picked up an orange scarf from my closet and wrapped it around my neck before walking out of my room. I went downstairs to the living room to find my parents. It was Sunday, and the time was still after 10 am. As I descended the stairs into our living room, I heard my father's voice speaking to my mother. I met their gazes as they stopped discussing upon hearing my footsteps. I stood frozen, feeling tense, like a sacrificial lamb waiting to be slaughtered. "Good morning, Dad, Mom," I nervously greeted my parents. I could feel the tension in the living room as my dad stared at me. He responded, "Good morning, Thelma. Aren't you going to church today?" "No, Dad," I breathed out in relief. I had feared my dad would reprimand me because of what had happened the day before, which was Friday. But to my surprise, Dad was smiling at me, sparking my curiosity. Instead of scolding me for the incident that occurred on Friday, he seemed pleased. I said, "I have already prayed to God
Steven I stared at father's face as he remained seated on the black living room couch, deeply pained to see my younger sister, the only one I have, crying and storming away angrily after emerging from her room at last. She had been hiding in her room all day, trying to conceal the kiss marks clearly visible on her neck and cheeks. I couldn't help but wonder how she managed to celebrate her birthday at the LX Hotel - and our father had even granted her permission. It was the first time in Thelma's life that she had been allowed to go out with her friends to celebrate her birthday outside our home. Thelma has never sought the publicity that comes with being related to me. Not many people knew she was my father's daughter; there were only speculations about my parents having another child, a girl. Not many people bothered to search online for Thelma's identity, as my dad never posted anything about her either. "Dad, it might not be a bad idea for Thelma to intern at MW Groups. The co
Steven: "Hmm.. Why are you still here, Steven?" Father asked me as he finally looked back at my face. I replied, "Dad.. we haven't finished talking about Thelma starting her internship tomorrow at MW Group. Please, Dad.. Let's just give her a chance and support her for once," I said. "Support Thelma, you say, Steven. Did you see the kissing marks all over your sister's neck and face? Did you bother to ask her who she went out and slept with?" I sighed and replied, "No, Dad." "Didn't we support Thelma? We supported her to go out and celebrate her birthday for the first time in a hotel. Even when she refused to tell us the name of the hotel, only telling your mother. Her friends made the arrangements and she couldn't say no to them, as they paid for the birthday celebration and organized everything. We thought it wasn't a bad idea and allowed your sister to go there. Now look at the mess she came back looking like... She went to LX Hotel to celebrate her birthday too." Father shook