Oliver's POVEver since I first laid eyes on Charlotte in our family mansion years ago, I had been smitten. But it wasn't just her beauty that captivated me; it was also the challenge of winning her heart. I knew George had set his sights on her as well, and I was determined to beat him to the punch. I wanted to claim Charlotte as my own, not just because I was attracted to her, but also to show George that I could get what I wanted, even if it meant playing dirty even if she was his then."Take it easy, love," I gasped, as her lips moved skillfully up and down my dick, sending shivers of pleasure through my body. I tried to focus on the sensations she was creating, but it was difficult to think of anything but her touch. I had never felt anything like this before, and I was completely at her mercy.She seemed to sense my growing urgency, and she slowed down, taking her time to tease and tantalize me. I could feel my self-control slipping away, and I knew I wouldn't be able to hold o
Paris's POVI was reeling from the news that I was carrying George's child. It was a shock that left me feeling off-kilter, my world turned upside down. I couldn't wrap my mind around how my life had taken such a dramatic turn, and I had no idea how I would cope with this new reality. "You will be discharged today. You're strong enough to return home," The doctor said."Thank you, doctor," I said, my voice sounding strangely calm. I knew I should be grateful to be well enough to leave the hospital, but all I could think about was what came next. I had no home, no job, and no family to rely on. How was I going to take care of a child in these circumstances? The prospect of returning to the camp I'd been staying in, a makeshift shelter under a bridge where I'd been surrounded by other refugees, was daunting. It was a place where I'd felt vulnerable, constantly fearing for my safety. I'd heard stories of women being assaulted or worse, and I couldn't bear the thought of exposing my chi
London's POVEveryone in the house was bustling around, cleaning cooking, and decorating, in preparation for Sophia's boyfriend's visit that evening. Her mother had been especially excited, fussing over every detail, making sure everything was perfect. I could tell she was eager for Sophia to be married and move out of the house, to start her own life. Oliver walked into the dining room, taking in the scene before him. "What's the special occasion? Everyone looks so serious," he said, his voice light and teasing.Sophia turned to face him, a frown creasing her brow. "Where have you been? I've been trying to reach you all day," she said, a note of concern in her voice. Oliver shrugged, a sheepish look on his face."Sorry little sis. I've been busy making plans for our future," Oliver said, giving George a sly, knowing look. It was clear that whatever it was that kept him so busy had something to do with George, and it was something that could hurt George if he knew. As usual, George
GEORGE'S POV"What was that all about?" I demanded as I slammed the door behind me, my anger and frustration spilling over. Paris was lying on the bed, her face a mask of innocence. "What do you mean?" she asked, feigning confusion. She knew exactly what I was talking about, and She was enjoying my frustration."Don't play dumb with me," I said, my voice rising. "I know you were trying to make me uncomfortable at dinner. Why?" "I don't know what you're talking about," she said, turning her back to me and facing the wall. "Who was that guy?" I blurted out, my voice tinged with jealousy. I didn't know why I was so upset. I didn't have any claim on her, and she was free to do as she pleased. But the thought of her with someone else made my stomach churn with jealousy. "The chemistry I saw between the two of you was undeniable," I said, my voice heavy with accusation. "You must be his lover. Or at least, you want to be."She sat up on the bed, her eyes locked on mine, a mocking smile p
CHARLOTTE'S POVI tried to sneak into the house, hoping to avoid any interactions with my dad. But as I opened the door, I saw him sitting in his favorite chair in the living room, reading the newspaper. He looked up as I entered, and I could see the question in his eyes."How did it go?" he asked, his tone stern and unwavering. I could tell he was waiting for an answer."I'm still working on it," I said, trying to sound confident. But I could hear the uncertainty in my voice, and I knew he could too."I thought you said you were going to get it done today," he said, his voice laced with disappointment. "Dad, please," I pleaded, trying to keep my voice calm. "I'm doing everything I can. It's just not that simple."But he wasn't listening. "Your best isn't good enough," he said, his voice rising. "And you're taking too long. I thought you could get this done quickly, but it's been six years and you're still not done."I could feel my frustration mounting, but I didn't want to lose my
LONDON'S POV,Paris's death had shaken my family to its core, and its effects were still being felt months later. My mother, in particular, had been deeply affected by the loss of her daughter. I could only imagine the pain she was feeling, the hole that Paris's death had left in her heart.So when I saw that my brother was calling me, I couldn't help but feel a sense of dread. What could he be calling about? I hoped it wasn't more bad news, that he wasn't calling to tell me that my mother had taken a turn for the worse. I took a deep breath and answered the call."It's Mom," he said, his voice full of resignation. "She's at it again."I knew what he meant. My mother had been behaving strange since Paris death and it seemed like she was having another episode. I dropped my keys on the table and rushed to the door, grabbing my coat on the way out. I had to get to my family's house as soon as possible. I couldn't let her suffer alone, not again.The drive to my parents' house was a blu
SOPHIA'S POV, I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the sleeves of the black gown. It was a gorgeous dress. It was much longer than I was used to, and the thought of wearing it made me feel a bit nervous. But I also knew that I had to look my best for Ken. I wanted to make a lasting impression on him, to make him see me as the kind of woman he would never forget. I wanted him to be completely and utterly smitten with me."Excuse me, miss?" a waitress said, her voice hesitant. I turned, annoyed, my brows furrowed in irritation. She was a nuisance, interrupting my thoughts. I didn't want to be bothered by her."What is it?" I asked, trying to hide the irritation in my voice."Mr. Ken asked me to escort you to your table," she said, giving a little bow. "If you'll follow me, please.""Oh!" I exclaimed, my heart leaping at the sound of his name. "Take me to him, then!" I said, unable to hide my eagerness.She led me to the private corner of the hotel, it was a spacious room decorated
MRS ROSA'S POV,I stood by the window, the cool evening breeze blowing through my hair, when I heard a faint voice calling my name. I strained to listen, trying to make out the words, when I realized that it was Sophia, calling for me from somewhere below.Her voice grew louder as she drew closer, and I could hear the urgency in her tone. I wondered what could have happened to make her so desperate to reach me. "Mom!" She called knocking on my door. From the haste in her voice and the sound of the knock on the door, I could tell something was wrong,"Come in." I said from my room, walking away from the window where I had stood in meditation, the door cricked open immediately and Sophia stormed into the room, her expression was fierce with anger written all over her face,"Mom!" I could hear the sound of her breath as she called out to me, her eyes glistening from anger. As she opened her mouth to say something, I quickly inquired calmly,"What is the matter?" she was looking wild out,