Chapter Thirty Seven"You're so wet," he growled. He added a second finger, kissing her harder and pushing his tongue into her mouth in a rhythm that matched the thrusts of his fingers inside her, his palm rubbing her clit.She made a needy sound and rocked against his hand, seeking more pressure from his palm."Oh, no," he said, removing his hands from her body and wrapping them around her wrists. "Not after all that teasing. You have to wait for me." He held her hands above her head against the shower wall and kissed her hard, pressing his body against hers.She felt his hard cock trapped between them and squirmed against him, continuing her teasing while he kissed her deeply. Reaching down, he gripped his cock and slid it between her thighs, making sure the shaft was tucked between her lips, rubbing against her clit. He moved his hands to the outside of her thighs to hold them together, his cock trapped between them.She gasped as he started moving, thrusting between her legs, fee
Chapter Thirty Eight Declan sat back in his chair, the weight of the recent breakthrough pressing on his mind. He knew the implications of his discovery and the danger it posed. The pharmaceutical giants wouldn't hesitate to eliminate anyone who threatened their profits. He had to be strategic, cautious, and above all, discreet. Declan's fingers danced over his keyboard as he drafted a confidential message to the President, outlining the groundbreaking cancer cure and requesting an urgent, private meeting. He highlighted the importance of secrecy to prevent interference from those who might want to suppress this life-saving treatment. His heart pounded as he hit "send," knowing this was a pivotal moment.Hours later, he sighed with relief when his computer blinked, indicating a new message. The President had agreed to see him in his private chamber. Declan's sense of urgency intensified, and he knew he had to act swiftly. He reached for his phone to call Chad but then remembered
Chapter Thirty NineThe darkness threatened to consume Declan, but as he teetered on the edge of unconsciousness, a strange sensation coursed through his body. He felt a warmth emanating from his ring, and the neon blue flame flickered back to life. Suddenly, an intense surge of energy filled him, pushing away the pain and giving him a burst of strength.His eyes snapped open, glowing with a fierce determination. The men in black noticed the change and moved to restrain him, but Declan was faster. With a powerful twist, he broke free from their grip, using the momentum to deliver a swift, brutal punch to the nearest assailant. The man crumpled to the ground, unconscious.Declan sprang to his feet, his movements a blur of speed and precision. He disarmed one attacker with a well-placed kick, sending the gun skittering across the floor. Another tried to grab him from behind, but Declan ducked and delivered an elbow strike to the man's ribs, followed by an uppercut that sent him sprawlin
Chapter Forty Stella sat on the edge of her bed, her hands shaking as tears streamed down her face. She clutched a crumpled tissue in one hand and stared blankly at the wall. The house felt empty and cold, a reflection of her heart. Her husband whom she was forced to marry, Declan, had barely spoken to her in weeks. He was always busy, always too preoccupied to notice her pain. She was sure he was cheating on her. The thought gnawed at her soul, making her stomach churn with a mix of anger and sadness."Why?" she whispered to herself. "Why doesn't he love me?"Her sobs grew louder, echoing through the silent house. Her brother and sister were nowhere to be found. They had left her to manage the family business alone while their grandfather lay sick in the hospital. The weight of responsibility was crushing her. The business was sinking, and she felt helpless.Just then, the door creaked open, and Clara, her older sister, walked in. Clara had never cared much for Stella. She was al
Chapter Forty One Stella woke up feeling dizzy and sick. She tried to push through the morning, telling herself it was just the stress. Her husband, Declan, hadn't been home for days. The last time she saw him, he walked out after a huge fight. She had asked him to leave, thinking he would come back after cooling down, but he didn’t. He didn’t even call. The worry gnawed at her, making her feel worse.As the day went on, her dizziness grew. She was supposed to attend a crucial meeting, but she couldn’t focus. She kept thinking about Declan, wondering where he was and if he was okay. “What the helm is wrong with Declan , this is so unlike him “ Stella whispered to herself and since no one really liked him because they think he is poor , no one bothered to look for him or ask her about him. She picked up the phone to call him, but then put it down, afraid he wouldn't answer. Her heart ached, and her head pounded.The next day, feeling even worse, she decided to see Doctor Jack, who
Chapter Forty-TwoClara hung up the phone, a wicked smile spreading across her face. Doctor Jack had assured her that he would send over the documentation stating that Stella was losing her mind and memories, making her too weak to continue working as the CEO of the family's company. As soon as the email arrived, Clara’s heart raced with excitement.She quickly printed out the document and snuck into her grandfather's sick room. The old man was barely conscious, his eyes half-closed, oblivious to his surroundings. Clara held the letter in front of him, guiding his trembling hand to place his thumbprint on the paper. He had no idea what he was signing.“Thank you, Grandfather," she whispered, tucking the letter into her bag. With her evil plan in motion, Clara felt an adrenaline rush. She knew she needed to look the part of the new CEO, so she withdrew $500,000 from the family account and headed to the most luxurious shopping mall in the city.At the mall, Clara strutted through the
Chapter Fourty Three Clara felt a buzz in her purse and pulled out her phone. The message read, "Let's meet at our usual hiding spot. A body needs to be destroyed." She closed her phone after reading the message, topped up her makeup, and scanned her reflection in the mirror. Satisfied with her appearance, she left the restroom and bullied two workers for being too slow in restocking the shelves. As she exited the building, she lashed out at the valet, hitting him with her purse because his hands touched the body of her car."Don't you dare touch my car again!" she snarled, her eyes burning with fury. The valet stumbled back, his face pale with shock. Clara ignored him, got into her car, and zoomed off, the tires screeching as she sped away.The drive to the outskirts of town was a blur. Clara's mind raced with thoughts of her new position as CEO and the power she now wielded. She reached a dilapidated warehouse at the end of a deserted road. The place reeked of decay and danger,
Chapter Forty FourClara was jolted awake by the sound of someone bashing into her house like a mad person. Heart pounding, she got out of bed and hurried downstairs. As she reached the bottom of the stairs, she saw Stella stumbling into the house. Stella looked scared, weak, and unkempt. Her clothes were torn, her hair dishevelled, and her eyes wide with fear."What’s wrong?" Clara asked with fake concern, masking her true feelings. She already knew what was wrong with Stella."I don’t know," Stella replied, her voice trembling. "Something seems off and my husband, Declan, is nowhere to be found. I feel so bad that I don’t know much about him so that I can look for him."Clara's expression hardened slightly. "Stop worrying about that low-ass poor man," she said dismissively. "He is nothing to you, and he makes your position and status in society look so bad."But Stella continued to cry. "I still want to talk to him. I need to find him."Clara’s patience was wearing thin. "You’re sa