~~Madison~~It feels like the world is finally in our favor. Our lives have been filled with so much joy and glamor that sometimes I begin to doubt that I went to some certain things in my life.Life has been good. My career has been flourishing and so has Victor's. He has opened fourteen more branches in different parts of the world.Mark and Meave left the country because Mark is overseeing some of the branches. That was after we found out his fiance wasn't a real fiance after all. She was fake and used to trick Meave.She nearly killed him when she found out but I'm happy she found someone to love her just the way I am loved.Cynthia is living her best life with my step brother, Philip, who is in the race for Mayor of the city. She has been helping him with his campaign and so have we in our free time.Renee and Michael are having a blast, especially with Isabella. They looked so lovely and happy. I'm so glad she found me and I found her because I wouldn't have made it out of some
~~Victor~~I stood in front of the giant window in my office. Marveling at the sight of the city from where I stood.This city has taken a lot from me. It has also given me plenty of reasons to keep on fighting.I took out my phone and opened it. My wallpaper showed Choice. Madison likes calling her Miranda.I know that's her name but I prefer, Choice. She makes me think of the different ways I will choose to protect my family even if it means giving my life for them.She looks so pretty in this picture and peaceful like she doesn't have any care in the world.“Turn on the TV!” Alex shot at me while he barged into my office.“Oh please, come in.” I said sarcastically.“Just turn on the TV!” He yelled“Okay.” I said softly. I turned on the TV and it was showing a mass shooting in a shopping mall.“Is this any of ours?” I asked him.“No, but Madison and the kids are in there.” He said.I felt numb and the whole world seemed to stop moving. The sound of the remote falling down brought me
"Watch your step, ma'am," warned the taxi driver, lending a hand to help me with my suitcase. Exiting the taxi, I settled the fare and expressed my gratitude to the driver. The city air, so familiar from my childhood, filled my lungs with joy. The sun's warmth and the gentle rustle of leaves enhanced the moment. Letting my hair down from its previously messy bun, I revealed the elegance and beauty within. Walking along the pavement toward my house, anxiety crept over me. This place, once my parents' home, held painful memories. My mom had passed away just before I started college, a time when I couldn't share my joy with her. My father swiftly replaced her with a new family, bringing in a mistress and her daughter. I suspected they were in the picture even while my mom was alive, given that my stepsister was a year younger. Life had turned into a nightmare since the arrival of my stepmother and stepsister. Initially excited about having a stepsibling, I found myself ignored and mis
Maddie Since the beginning, it's been a relentless pursuit of perfection—planning and shopping consumed my days. My stepmother's lists were my guide, demanding precision. Stephanie, my stepsister, embodied the ideal bride in this whirlwind. In quiet moments, I attempted to breach her fortress, pleading with her to address the chaos with our father. "Stephanie, can we talk for a minute?" I implored, her gaze meeting mine in the mirror. "Sure," she replied, a subtle glare revealing her irritation. "I want to plead with you." "About what?" "About all of this," I said, bridging the gap between us. "I'm sleeping with your husband in your place." "What about it?" Her response hung in the air, a mix of detachment and a tempest of emotions beneath the surface. "What do you mean, what about it?" I exclaimed, shocked. "How can you be okay with this? I'm your sister, for crying out loud." "So, what do you want?" she retorted, standing up. "Huh? Tell me, you want to be the one to get m
Maddie I stirred from my sleep, hearing the subtle sounds of morning. Blinking against the brightness, I found myself in a room flooded with light. “Oh my God!” I gasped, leaping out of bed. Victor stood near the window, a detail I missed in my initial shock. Had I known, I wouldn't have screamed. He turned, confusion marking his face, which slowly morphed into anger. My throat went dry. Supposed to leave right after, but I had fallen asleep in his arms. Trying to slip away, his gaze fixed on me. “Don't move," he commanded, stern and unwavering. I froze. “I have two questions," his deep voice cut through the tension. I nodded, unable to speak. “What are you doing here?" I began to answer, but he raised a finger, cutting me off. “Don't lie to me, and what is going on?” My attempt to find the words failed. “Speak!" he shouted, the sound echoing through the house. Fear seized me; I trembled, lips glued together. “Why are you mute, you weren't quiet last night,” he continued with
Victor I continued thrusting, driven by an insatiable desire. Her moans echoed loudly, and her inner thighs were soaked, yet it wasn't enough. It had never been enough, especially since that fateful wedding night. The memory of it intensified my movements. She kept screaming my name, and as I reached my climax, thoughts of the woman from my wedding night flooded my mind, arousing me even more. The mere recollection of her sent shivers down my spine.“That was your best yet, Victor," the woman on my office sofa complimented. She had been a recurring presence, introduced by my friends who believed I needed distraction from the woman who had left an indelible mark on my wedding night. Yet, she was more than just a distraction; she unearthed emotions I never thought I possessed. Despite my inebriation that night, the memories lingered, haunting my thoughts.“You think?” I responded to her.“You still think of her, don't you?” Her question caught me off guard. She laughed, saying, “I migh
MaddieThe sun shone brightly as I got out of the airplane, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. It's been five years since I saw that tree staring back at me. The last time I saw it was the moment I looked back on my life years ago.I stepped into the limousine, and a wave of cold air from the AC gushed over me.As the limo drove through the familiar streets of New York, memories flooded back. I couldn't help but recall the challenges, pain, and heartache I endured during my time here. However, I was determined to focus on the positive changes in my life. My decision to pursue the scholarship and move to Italy had been a turning point, and now, returning after five years felt like a triumphant homecoming.“Where to, Ma?” My driver, Steven, asked.“The main workshop, please.” I replied to him.After leaving New York, it was hell. Upon arriving at the college, I was told that after a year I would have to live off campus. I worked two shifts every day after work, even after I ga
Maddie"Forgiveness?" . I thought to myself as I hurriedly left his office, fighting the tears from dropping my eyes. I wondered if it was possible and if healing was within reach.As I walked out of my father's office, the memories of everything he put me through flooded back.Maeve was waiting outside, concern all over her face."Well, that went better than expected," she said, trying to lighten up my mood."Let's not get ahead of ourselves," I replied. I was still processing everything that just happened."Now that we have settled on the venue issue, we need to make sure all other things are in order. If this show isn't a success, then there is no point in coming back to New York.""I got you, babe. You know that, but you need to take it slow too. You can't bottle up all your feelings." Maeve said, trying to get me to talk about what went down with my father."Watch me," I said to her with a stern face."Ma'am, is time?" I looked up to Steven talking, then looked at my wristwatch.