Kiara's mother held her reddened wrist, bearing the marks of Gibson's grip. Her eyes narrowed with anger."Just wait and see, I'll retaliate for this. You... will never receive forgiveness from me! I'll make you suffer far from this!" Kiara's mother declared, clenching her fists to contain her rage.Gibson merely smirked in disdain and sat back down, his anger seething deep within him. He couldn't fathom being humiliated and insulted like this.This meeting yielded no results; it only deepened the hatred and resentment between them. A meeting that should have brought clarity, even the chance of laughter shared for the sake of peace. But it seemed their feud was far from over. Their situation remained volatile, ready to escalate further.Gibson could only sigh heavily, realizing that their relationship would never return to how it once was.Kiara's mother hailed a taxi, her frustration evident. "Drive, quickly!" she snapped with irritation and a raised voice, startling the taxi driver.
A handsome man stared seriously at a document in his hand. His face wrinkled as if he didn't like what was written inside. He sighed and leaned back in his chair. He glanced sharply at the young man standing in front of him, who lowered his head. Occasionally, the young man glanced at Hans."Is what you said true?" Hans asked, not taking his eyes off the document he had just read."Are you referring to Mr. Richard?" his employee replied."Yes, you said he was fired and lost all his wealth?""That's correct, sir."Hans furrowed his brow, then returned to his original position and slammed the document down on the desk with enough force to make it echo throughout the room.The man was startled by the sound of the document being slammed by Hans. His glasses even slipped, and with trepidation, he adjusted them back to their position.His eyes glanced at the document, clearly visible on the messy desk, the result of Hans's forceful action. Next to it were stacks of documents that had just b
On that evening, Gibson was on the villa's terrace, gazing at the night sky. The slightly chilly air didn't require him to wear a jacket or sweater; he was accustomed to this mild nighttime cold. Gibson's mind was filled with the complexities of his life, reflecting on all the experiences that had brought him to this point, to a house that wasn't his.Gibson, a diligent and hardworking man, often found himself working tirelessly just to stay afloat in a fiercely competitive company. He navigated a workplace filled with backstabbing and duplicity, where his position as an ordinary employee was frequently threatened. However, his dedication earned him the trust of his superiors, allowing him to attend events outside the office and, in the process, making him a target for many of his colleagues.Initially, everyone treated him kindly and began to see Gibson as a friend rather than an adversary. But it turned out that it was all a facade. They only sought to exploit his innocence, as he c
Gibson was disturbed by Calista's recent inquisitiveness about him. It might be due to Gibson's somewhat distant demeanor towards Calista, but she shouldn't be so persistent in her questioning.Gibson remained silent for a while, growing frustrated with Calista's probing questions. Eventually, he chose not to respond and redirected the conversation."Come inside, you might catch a cold if you stay out too long in thin clothing like that," Gibson said as he walked into the house.Clearly, Calista was disappointed by Gibson's lack of openness. Gibson decided to retreat to his room and sat on the edge of the bed.Gibson continued to brood and contemplate his revenge against Hans, his former manager who had betrayed him and had an affair with Kiara. It not only destroyed his marriage but also cost him his job. His life was in ruins due to Hans, who not only stole Kiara but also his livelihood."What should I do? Should I investigate his corruption? I'm sure he'll hide the evidence well. S
Fingers appeared, tracing the contours of Gibson's six-pack abdomen, startling him. He felt the warmth of Calista's petite body hugging him from behind. The scent of soap and perfume clued Gibson in on the identity of the person embracing him."What are you doing?" Gibson asked, attempting to free himself from Calista's embrace."Let go of my stomach," Gibson said again as Calista tightened her grip on him."Just be still for a moment like this," Calista said in a soft voice, but Gibson didn't comply and continued to try to release Calista's hold."Can't you stay still for a minute? I'm sure your mind isn't in a good place right now," Calista said, bringing Gibson to a halt.Gibson stopped resisting, releasing Calista's hand and letting it hang in the air, waiting for what Calista would say next."Tonight is too cold, isn't it? Why are you outside alone like this? Are you... thinking about something?" Calista asked, curiosity filling her voice.Gibson again felt uncomfortable with Cal
Gibson felt something beginning to spread throughout his entire body. The passion he hadn't felt in a long time was now awakening, taking control of his sanity. His hands embraced Calista's small waist and pulled her closer to his body, eliminating the distance between them.Calista, caught up in the moment, responded to Gibson's kiss. Initially, Gibson was surprised because he hadn't expected Calista to reciprocate. He hesitated, thinking that Calista might be angry with him and slap his cheek for his impulsive behavior. However, what Calista did at that moment shattered Gibson's expectations, and he continued his kiss, channeling the rising desire that was surging through him. His other hand gently caressed Calista's back.Calista savored the kiss, causing her to wince. The considerable height difference between them made Calista slightly strained from tilting her head too much, and Gibson had to bend down further. However, Calista's attraction to Gibson's touch prompted her to rise
The next morning, a pair of intertwined legs were visible beneath a thick blanket. Both of them seemed deeply asleep, exhausted from the battle the night before. Their clothes lay scattered on the floor, and some of Gibson's furniture had been moved from its original place.The sun began to rise slowly, with the melodious chirping of birds waking someone from their slumber. The sweet sound of the birds seemed quite nearby. The balcony door, left ajar, allowed the lively chirping to resonate clearly.The balcony floor appeared wet due to the rain that had fallen overnight. The curtains covering the balcony windows couldn't escape the splashes from the rather heavy rain. It was still quite a challenge for the pair to get up after their eventful night.However, the morning breeze was chilly, causing Calista to be the first to awaken from her deep sleep. Slowly, Calista opened her eyes and gazed at the unfamiliar ceiling. She recognized her room's girly ceiling, quite different from the p
In the villa below, Sofia was occupied with her daily agenda. The morning started with cleaning the messy front yard due to the heavy rain overnight.After that, she went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for Calista and Gibson. She took out apples and protein milk, peeled them neatly, arranged them on a plate, and placed them in the fridge to keep them fresh. Then, Sofia washed some vegetables to make a salad.Every morning, Calista would only eat one apple, a plate of salad, and a glass of milk. Sofia never missed any of Calista's instructions and had everything ready before Calista woke up.Once all that was done, Sofia would move on to prepare breakfast for Gibson. Just a few slices of toast and black coffee, simple and effortless. While setting everything up on the dining table, Sofia suddenly heard shouts, not too loud but noticeable.Sofia felt puzzled and glanced upstairs, right where Calista and Gibson's rooms were."What was that sound? It sounded like someone yelled. But