Melissa slowly opened her eyes, the persistent beeping of her alarm clock interrupting her peaceful slumber. Groggily, she reached over to turn it off, longing to return to the comforting embrace of her soft pillow. However, her tranquility was short-lived as Nicky barged into the room, frantically searching for something. The cacophony continued with Sam's boisterous cooking, which made Melissa snap her eyes wide open. Frustration welled up inside her, and she grabbed her pillow, muffling her irritation with a scream. "Can't anyone find peace and quiet in this house anymore?" "Quit whining. Besides, it's time for you to wake up. You can't stay in bed all day," Nicky chided, her eyes scanning the room for her misplaced earrings. "Any chance you've seen my earrings? I can't find them, and I'm running late. Could you be a dear and help me find them?" she pleaded. Melissa let out an exasperated sigh. "Find them yourself and leave!" she shouted, tossing her pillow in Nicky's direction.
It was a warm tuesday afternoon and it was no surprise that Jeremy was having his lunch at The Aviary. A high-class english restaurant. Unbeknownst to him, an intriguing figure named Sexianna Black was about to cross his path. With an air of confidence, Sexianna glided towards Jeremy's table, clad In a black leather mini skirt and a black leather jacket. Coupled with black boots. She left the jacket open showing off her black net bralet top. With just a little black lace to cover her nipples. She had decided to adorn herself in a bad girl attire. Her raven-black hair cascaded down her back, accentuating her captivating green eyes. She emanated an aura that was both mysterious and seductive. Lucas, Jeremy's right-hand man, intercepted Sexianna's approach, blocking her path before she could reach Jeremy. "You were not invited here. Why have you come?" Lucas inquired, his tone firm and direct. However, Sexianna chose to ignore him, her gaze fixed upon Jeremy. Her voice dripping wit
Bloodied and bound to a chair, Mr. Woods stared helplessly at his daughter Diana, who stood beside Drake Lockman, her tears streaming down her face. A gag silenced her pleas for mercy, while her father endured a merciless beating by Drake's men. Drake Lockman, a man Mr. Woods once believed to be an ally, now reveled in his betrayal. "You betrayed me," Drake sneered, laughter echoing in the room. "I thought we were in this together." "I was being tortured," Mr. Woods gasped, struggling to speak. "I had no choice but to tell them something." "They should have killed you," Drake mused, a sinister smile curling on his lips. "But now, I get the pleasure of doing it myself." "Please," Mr. Woods pleaded, desperation in his voice. "Do whatever you want with me, but spare my daughter." Drake Lockman approached Diana, attempting to caress her head and wipe away her tears, but she recoiled from his touch. "I'll spare her," Drake hissed, leaning closer to Diana. "But only if you follow my ev
Jeremy's phone vibrated on the nightstand as he emerged from a steaming hot shower, his towel wrapped around his waist, water droplets cascading down his sinewy body, accentuating his irresistible allure. "Hello?" he answered, his voice cool and composed. "Mr. Nobody, I heard you're looking for me. Well, here I am," a familiar voice taunted. Jeremy paused, recognizing the voice instantly. "Lockman." "Bingo! Didn't think you'd recognize my voice. I must be leaving quite the impression," Drake Lockman chuckled darkly. "What do you want?" Jeremy asked, his voice devoid of fear or hesitation. "To make you suffer for what you did to me. I'm going to ensure that every person close to you, every person you care about, will suffer because of you," Drake threatened with sadistic pleasure. Unfazed by his words, Jeremy calmly sat on his bed, realizing that understanding Drake Lockman might be the key to dealing with this deranged antagonist. "What did I do to you?" he inquired, his voice s
Steve settled onto Melissa's comfortable couch, savoring the orange juice she had graciously offered. With his leg still encased in a cast, Melissa couldn't help but wonder why he had gone through the trouble of coming over to see her. Why was he here anyway? Despite the questions swirling in her mind, she appreciated the gesture. Strangely enough, she felt a sense of comfort in his presence, grateful she was no longer alone with Ryan. "How's your leg?" Melissa inquired, breaking the silence. "Getting better," Steve replied with a nonchalant shrug. Then, his curiosity piqued, he couldn't help but ask, "By the way, aren't you going to introduce me to your friend?" Steve gestured toward Ryan, who sat at the other end of the couch, wearing a polite smile that Steve secretly wished to wipe off his face. Apologizing, Melissa said, "I'm sorry. This is Ryan Winton, my new neighbor. Ryan, meet Steve Macklin, a... friend of mine." She smiled warmly, attempting to diffuse any tension. Steve
"Where's this party at?" Nicky asked as she packed her bag with necessary clothing. If it was going to be a three-day event, she needed to be prepared. "It's at Steve's house," Melissa replied casually. "And why are you so comfortable with that idea?" Nicky questioned, her confusion evident. Ever since Melissa's incident with her ex, she had become cautious and second-guessed everything. Melissa chuckled and said, "That's why you're coming with me, right?" Nicky rolled her eyes. "Very funny. This party better be worth it because I'm giving up my relaxing weekend for it." Once Melissa and Nicky finished packing, they returned to the living room to meet Steve. The three of them headed downstairs where Steve's car was waiting, accompanied by a convoy. "Okay, you girls can get in," Steve said as he approached his car. Nicky looked around, perplexed, and asked, "Who's going to drive? I see your bodyguards heading towards the other car." Steve grinned and replied, "I am." Nicky's ey
The words echoed in Jeremy's mind like a relentless drumbeat. "Did Elena deserve what she got when she was trying to protect you?" He couldn't escape the haunting question. Thoughts of Elena consumed him, leading him down a path of self-destruction, just as he had experienced when she died. His focus at work was slipping, and he found himself constantly losing his temper. It had been three days since Drake Lockman's call, but Jeremy could vividly recall every word that had been said. The memory of Drake's annoying voice replayed in his head, amplifying his frustration. Jeremy knew he had to handle Drake Lockman, no matter the cost. He reminded himself to be patient and find him. He wouldn't allow the threats to overpower him. Yet, beneath all the turmoil, Jeremy recognized the true source of his distress. It wasn't just Drake Lockman and his menacing words. It was the guilt that gnawed at his core, an unshakeable burden he carried within his heart. The weight of it all felt unbeara
Chapter 47: Pool Party Steve, Melissa, and Nicky arrived at Steve's magnificent house, a sprawling two-story building that left them in awe. The compound featured a central fountain and a charming park adorned with vibrant flowers and lush greenery. It was a sight to behold. "Is this really your house?" Nicky asked, her amazement evident. This was undoubtedly one of the most beautiful homes she had ever laid eyes on. Steve, pleased with her reaction, confirmed that it was indeed his house, conveniently omitting the fact that it was his family's vacation home. Whenever they visited the States, they stayed there. However, for the time being, he called it his own. As the girls stepped into the house, Melissa couldn't help but agree with Nicky's sentiment. The interior was equally breathtaking. Upon entering, their eyes were immediately drawn to an exquisite chandelier hanging from above. Elegant lamps adorned the ceiling, casting a warm and inviting glow. With white ceramic tiles and