Sitting on the cold floor of the restroom, I was breathing heavily. Hector lit up a cigarette and asked me if I needed one. I nodded, and he handed me a cigarette.After taking a few drags, Hector reached for my most intimate parts again. But this time, I pushed him away and stood up, determined to leave. "This sex shouldn't happen again, Hector," I warned him, my voice shaky. "It's not right."But as I tried to walk away, my legs gave out from under me and I fell back to the floor. Hector laughed at me, his eyes filled with amusement. "Looks like you're not going anywhere, Elysia," he said, still chuckling."Hector, please," I begged, feeling humiliated and embarrassed. "Just let me go.""Come on, Elysia," Hector said, his voice softening. "Don't be like that. We're both adults, and we both know what we want. Why can't we just enjoy each other's company without worrying about the consequences?"I looked at Hector, not sure how to respond. I knew he was right, in a way. We were both

Hector and I were lying on the bed, lost in our embrace. Our eyes were locked on each other's, as if we were staring into each other's souls. I could still hear his question echoing in my head, making me think of all kinds of possibilities. I was scared, but when his hands touched my nipples, I lost myself in the moment. Hector's tongue slid across my lips, sending shivers down my spine. He kissed my neck, slowly making his way down to my chest. His hands grabbed my breasts, and I couldn't help but giggle. He used his tongue to tease the tips of my nipples, and I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me. Suddenly, Hector's hand moved lower, and he slipped a finger inside me. I gasped, feeling a surge of excitement coursing through my veins. He began to move his finger inside me, slowly at first, then with increasing speed. I couldn't believe what was happening as Hector carried me on his arms, walking away from the bed, suddenly, he pressed me against the wall, his strong arms holding

Elysia's Pov "Good morning madam" Rosaline greeted at first glance and I smiled at her. "Good morning Rosaline." My eyes drifted around in search of Ian but the mansion was too quiet, though Ian has been awfully quiet since Becca's death. "His teacher-Aurora, came over to pick him up." Rosaline answered. For a moment I paused, my brows furrowed as I wondered why his teacher had come to the house. This has never happened before. "Why was that?" Rosaline's brows furrowed, as though she would rather walk away than respond to my question, but then she answered "Ian had refused to leave for school without you dropping him off. His teacher arrived when they noticed he wasn't present. You know it's almost exams time and his attendance is of great importance. He missed school a lot dye to Becca's death." I could see the hidden anger in Rosaline's eyes. Her voice might have been explanatory but she spoke with utmost disgust. I ignored, watching her as she went on her business. ...

Darryl's Pov I drove home in a daze, my mind numb with shock. I couldn't believe what had just happened with my father. He had never been one for ultimatums, but this was a whole new level of cold-heartedness. As I pulled into my driveway, I realized that it was late at night. I had no idea how long I had been at the casino, but it must have been hours. I was exhausted and drained, and all I wanted to do was crawl into bed and forget about the world for a little while. But as I stumbled out of the car, I realized that I was too tired to even make it inside. My legs felt like lead, and my head was spinning. I collapsed onto the seat of my car, and the next thing I knew, I was drifting off to sleep. I don't know how long I was out for, but when I woke up, it was morning. The sun was shining through the windows, and I was covered in a thin layer of sweat. My head was pounding, and I had a crick in my neck from sleeping in an awkward position. I groaned and sat up, rubbing my eyes. I

When I opened my eyes, I saw myself in a desolate room. The walls were painted white, the floors and even the ceiling. Abruptly, the room changed, and I saw twenty-five-year-old me with my father. It was the year I got a scholarship to further my studies in Los Angeles. "Elysia, I think you should take the scholarship; you can get married later; this resort won't come twice." My father was anxious. I could discern the pain in his eyes. I wouldn't assert I was not disheartened, I was, but I tried to exclude it. There was absolutely no way I would leave without Peter. We applied to further our studies in Los Angeles, but only mine came through. I know he was impeded. So to make him cheerful, I thought the best thing was to repudiate the offer and accept his proposal. Did he do it on purpose? Did he propose to me cause he knew I wouldn't leave him if we married? Did he trick me? If he did, he succeeded. My life became a living hell after marriage. I should have listened to my father.