NOAH'S HOUSEDelilah cautiously pushed Noah's room door ajar and caught sight of him deeply engrossed in a tense phone conversation. The room, bathed in the soft glow of a table lamp, held a lingering air of secrecy."Noah, I've told you a hundred times not to call me on my number. Why?" There was a palpable pause, the weight of unspoken words hanging in the air. Noah's furrowed brow betrayed the gravity of the discussion. "Give me some time to think and don't call me again." With a swift motion, he hung up, turning around to find Delilah standing there."Delilah? You... I..." Noah stammered, visibly shocked. His eyes, still reflecting the remnants of the conversation, met Delilah's gaze."Busy?" she asked casually, seemingly unaware of the tension that lingered in the room."No, I mean, I was just talking to a friend. Come in," Noah replied, his tone attempting to mask the underlying unease. Delilah stepped into the room, taking in the ambiance that seemed to hold the echoes of the c
Delilah smiled and then continued gazing at him."After you came into my life, things just started becoming better," Stephen confessed, his voice carrying a mix of vulnerability and regret. "Though I always ignored you, I could feel I was getting attached to you. But I was not ready to accept it so easily. And you know what all happened after that. How I messed up things between us. How I gave you some rights only assuming it to be my first wife. How I blamed you for cheating me and my family. Huhhh!" He looked out from the French windows with a heavy heart, unwilling to remember those painful moments. Delilah turned towards the windows too, ready to respond."Some memories are good to be forgotten, Stephen," Delilah replied with a calm yet firm tone."Not the ones that hurt the person you care about, Delilah," Stephen said, his gaze still fixed outside. "I cannot forget all that pain I gave you unnecessarily. I cannot forget that anytime soon, Delilah. Every time I see you, I feel gu
Upon arriving home, they strolled up the driveway, where attentive guards swung open the front doors to welcome them into Stephen's elegant mansion. Once inside, the guards swiftly secured the entrance, locking the door behind them.Damon and Jennifer took sleepy Nathan away, giving them some privacy as they went to his personal mansion, a few blocks away from the pack mansion."So, what's the surprise?" she asked, her voice huskier than normal.She was ready to throw off her heels and slip out of her dress. There was nothing she wanted more than to get lustfully lost in a world with Stephen."Where's the chess game?" he asked her. His voice replicated her own, deeper than normal.She couldn't help but smile as she led the way to her room, making sure to sway her hips a little more than normal. She wanted—no, needed—him to desire her as much as she desired him.The moment they arrived in front of her door, Stephen pushed her in and locked the door behind them. Her heartbeat quickened
Stephen woke up with the chirping of the birds. A smile came up on his face as soon as he saw Delilah's heavenly face. It was soothing. She was sleeping peacefully in his arms, with her arms on his chest. Last night came running down to his mind and dominated his thoughts.But with Delilah, it was different. Completely different. It was special. Just like she was special than others. She was his wife and he was madly falling more in love with her everyday.He had never gotten this much satisfaction even after taking girls in his way. Maybe because she possesses the thing that he was searching for in other girls. That's what makes her special.The way she touched, the way she wiggled, the way she responded to his touches told him how pure, innocent, and untouched she is.Damn! He was getting hard again.Moving forward he nuzzled his nose on her neck. Her scent and her presence give him peace no matter how stressed he is. He just wanted to keep her around him all the time. But then thin
NEXT DAYAfter bathing Nathan with Delilah's assistance, Stephen returned to his shower and then began the process of getting ready for work. Despite harbouring no intentions of heading to the office that day, his wife proved firm in her resolve to dispatch him to work. The underlying reason was uncomplicated – she had grown weary of his mischievous antics since the morning, extending from the moment they had risen.Stephen, seizing every opportunity to tease her or playfully pin her down under the guise of searching for something, had turned the day into a series of playful provocations. Unaccustomed to such behaviour, Delilah discerned what needed to be done. It was imperative to expedite his departure for work, as the demands of indulging his whims had begun to impede her ability to focus on their child.In the midst of dressing Nathan for school, a task that Stephen had planned to handle by dropping him off before heading to the office, a mobile phone disrupted the routine with it
PACK MANSION - AFTERNOONAshley, wearing an expression of determination, approached her mother who was engrossed in reading a Holy book. "Mom, we've thought about something," she declared, prompting her mother to pause and look up.Their mom, sensing a significant announcement, inquired, "What is it, Ashley?"With conviction in her voice, Ashley revealed, "My husband and I have seen enough here. We are planning to settle somewhere else forever."Their mom, while not surprised, listened attentively. "Your wish, love. Who am I to stop you?" she responded calmly.But Ashley had another request. "Before I leave, I need my share."The Holy book now rested on the table as their mom, taken aback, stood up. "Share? Which share? Didn't Stephen give you everything that belonged to you long ago? He assigned all the property that belonged to your mother to you without keeping a penny for himself. What else do you expect now?"Ashley clarified, "What he gave me long ago was my mother's share. I sh
AFTER AN HOURRhea pleaded, "No ways, Delilah. How can I let you go alone? Let Bro come; he will drop you back. Please, let him come, and you can meet him too."Unable to deny, Delilah agreed, instructing Rhea to take care of Nathan. She seized the opportunity to slip into the guest room, expressing her need to retrieve something. Rhea nodded in agreement, focusing on Nathan while Delilah seized the chance to investigate Noah's room. She sought a clue linking Noah to Jonathan and the mysterious connection between them.Closing the door behind her, Delilah hurriedly searched Noah's room, hoping to find evidence of their association. Despite her efforts, the closet yielded only clothes and personal items. Frustrated but determined, she continued her search. Old albums fell, distracting her momentarily, but she had no time to inspect them.As she placed the albums back on the shelf, an old photo slipped out – a snapshot of Noah and Rhea playing on a beach, building sand castles. Noah, ju
Noah coldly confirmed, "Yes, Delilah, you. And I needed someone for help because it was impossible for me to enter his pack and execute this plan. So, I hired someone. Someone from your family. Someone whose first and last priority was money. Only money."As Noah finished speaking, another voice cut through the heavy air, and Delilah turned to see the source."And that man was me."The revelation hung in the air, and Delilah faced the unexpected speaker, her eyes widening with a mix of disbelief and horror.Finding Jonathan walking towards them with a creepy smile on his face sent shivers down Delilah's spine. She had suspected his involvement, but the revelation that he was part of this sinister plan from the beginning left her horrified. Noah and Jonathan embraced tightly, their camaraderie intensifying Delilah's fear.Noah, resuming his confession, walked with Jonathan towards Delilah, the weight of their collusion bearing down on her.Smarat interjected, "Exactly. Jonathan, who wa