Nancy had just stopped at Athenapolis to pick up some things she had left with Benson's friends when they had stayed there.She had also wanted to congratulate Rowena and Randall on their marriage and to apologize for not being able to attend their wedding.However, the next day, she could not get up at all.Fearing another intense night like the one before, she decided to book a flight to Rhea City that afternoon.The moment she sat on the plane, Nancy almost collapsed in her seat. Her lower back was aching.When she shut her eyes, her head was inexplicably flooded with certain images.It was like she was under a spell!"Ms., the flight is about to take off. Please switch off your phones," the flight attendant told Nancy.Nancy remembered that she had already turned off her phone.However, she turned around to see Celica looking at her phone unhappily."Sorry."Nancy switched off Celica's phone, but she did not seem happy about it. "Mommy… will Uncle Yaacob call me?""Even
Yaacob stayed in Nancy and Celica's house in Rhea City for a month without leaving.After sending Celica to kindergarten, Yaacob sent Nancy to the company.Nancy always asked him to stop the car two streets away from the company, but that day, Yaacob went a bit further, and she started to get anxious. "Stop the car, quick. Stop going forward. It's the peak hour right now. I can't let anyone see me."Yaacob stopped the car, but he did not unlock the door.He lowered the top of the convertible and asked her, "Is being with me that embarrassing to you?""I'm not with you. This is just a transaction!" Nancy insisted.She could not open the door and noticed that Yaacob had locked it. When she went to unlock it, her hand was pushed down by the man."Don't I make you happy? Is Celica unhappy? Don't you enjoy every night that we're together? You clearly have me in your heart, but why do you keep denying it? Nancy, what happened to your boldness and carefree spirit? Who do you want to im
In room 8808 of the dimly lit Saunders Hotel, Nancy Lawson found it difficult to breathe. Her delicate hand trembled as she reached out, only to pull back from the burning sensation as she touched the arm of the man on top of her. Gathering her courage, she tried again, her nails gently pressing into his firm skin. The room was shrouded in darkness, and she was desperately searching for something to hold on to for comfort. Finally, in a soft, pleading voice, she said, "Spencer... Spencer, can you be a bit gentler?" At the sound of the name, the figure above her froze for a moment. Yaacob Getson, with his mind clouded by some drug, became a bit gentler but continued on, nonetheless. The next day, Nancy sat up in bed, her eyes drawn to the scattered clothes on the floor. A white dress lay in a tangled mess with a man's black clothes, the zipper ruined. It was clear evidence of the previous night's passion. Nearby, the trash bin and a few items lay scattered on the floor. The mess
"What are you talking about? The only people in this room are me and my husband," Nancy said, trying to make sense of the conversation. She felt like they must have gotten the wrong person. However, the two women were undeterred. "You adulterers are caught red-handed. Stop playing dumb! Tell Yaacob to come out and explain himself to Yoana!" They insisted, pushing past Nancy and heading for the bathroom where the sound of water was still audible. Nancy acted quickly, positioning herself in front of the women. "The person you're talking about is not here. My husband is in the shower, and I want you to leave right now! I'll call the police if you don't!" The women laughed mockingly. "You? A call girl calling the police? Yoana, it looks like Yaacob is hiding in there. Why don't we just strip her and take pictures for evidence? Let's see how they can deny their actions then!" With those words, they each grabbed one of Nancy's arms and attempted to remove her clothes. Meanwhile, a
The man had just emerged from the shower. His body was draped with nothing but a towel, water still dripping from his jet-black hair, cropped close and neat. Clearly, he had been disturbed before he had the chance to dry himself. However, his expression revealed no hint of disarray. Even in this circumstance, he exuded an aura of overpowering charisma. He was not Spencer. He was not Nancy's husband. Nor was he the old, ugly wild man the media had speculated. Quite the contrary, he was extraordinarily handsome! He was like a polished model from an advertisement, both his physique and appearance so impeccable that it left people breathless. The water droplets on his body ran down his masculine and striking profile, tracing the firm contours of his chest muscles, outlining his lean waist, highlighting his eight-pack abs, and ultimately vanishing into the mysterious area concealed by the towel... Click, click, click! The reporters, struck with awe and surprise, pressed their shut
Yaacob still had a vivid memory of the previous night's intimacy. It would seem that he had torn a strap of her lingerie. Upon hearing this, Nancy could not help but turn around to correct him, saying, "My size isn't 95! I usually wear a 90." Yaacob glanced at her, not intending to correct his statement, and ended the call. But there was something in his deep, alluring gaze that held great insight. Nancy felt as though she had been seen through. Instead of her words, Yaacob had more trust in the precise measurements of his own hands. Why would a woman want to report a smaller bust size and deliberately wear a size smaller, constraining herself? Was she perhaps fearful that others might discover her excellent figure? The seven-star hotel's service was indeed excellent. In less than ten minutes, they delivered a set of new spring-summer dresses from a famous brand. Of course, that included the lingerie. Nancy saw that all the items, from underwear to coat, were in shades of
Nancy had seen her share of charmers, those men who gleamed with golden allure yet were so often shallow beneath the surface. In her circle, they were a dime a dozen. These men pursued novelty and thrills, acting not on feelings or connections, but following the lead of their carnal desires. For them, her name was unnecessary. All that mattered was the passionate intimacies in the bedroom. The events of the previous night with Yaacob had shown that he was indeed interested in her, in a very particular way. The thought of his boldness made Nancy's ears burn uncontrollably, and she shifted her gaze uncomfortably to the window. She asserted. "I'm married! Last night was just a mistake, and it won't happen again. I'm not what you think I am. I love my husband!" Her words were met with a soft snort from the man beside her, a sound tinged with mockery as if questioning how a woman who loved her husband could end up in another man's bed. Nancy could not quite explain it herself. Last
After Nancy stepped out of the car, she walked steadily along the road, her mind a whirlpool of thoughts. She had deliberately concealed her correct address from the man who had given her a ride. She circled around the street twice to ensure she wasn't being followed before heading in the direction of the Shaw family residence. Without warning, a gentle rain began to fall. It swept toward her on a refreshing breeze, kissing her skin with cool, moist droplets, making her instinctively hug her arms to herself. However, the chill remained, and the cold found its way into her bosom. Taking out her phone, Nancy sent a text message to Spencer, asking about his flight so she could pick him up from the airport. He responded five minutes later, refusing to provide details about his arrival time. Instead, he mentioned that he would be busy and would head straight to the office, insisting that she did not need to pick him up. Nancy was hardly surprised by his response. She wondered how ot