The next morning, Mathew slowly opened his eyes, groggily taking in his surroundings. He was met with the sight of Sanya lying beside him, her beauty shining even in sleep. He quickly dropped some money on the nightstand for her, not wanting to wake her. He then hastily put on his clothes, grabbed his car keys, and hurriedly made his way out of the room."Fuck, I can't believe I slept off," he muttered to himself, his voice laced with frustration. He rushed to where he had parked his car, his feet pounding the pavement. He got into his car and drove off, leaving Sanya behind.Sanya's eyes flickered open, and she looked around, disoriented. She didn't see Mathew anywhere. "I can't believe I lost my virginity to that evil man," she said to herself, her voice filled with regret. "That's just a bigger sacrifice to get close to him." She sighed heavily, her eyes welling up with tears.She picked up her phone and dialed her friend's number. Sharon answered immediately. "Sanya, did you meet
Matthew had not expected that something as simple as a one night stand would stick to him like glue. He thought he had dismissed the encounter as a mere blip on his radar, a fleeting moment of pleasure with no lasting consequences. But as he walked into his living room, tossing his car keys in the first direction he found, he was ambushed by a mental image of her. The memory of her flashed in his mind like a neon sign, refusing to be extinguished.He groaned in frustration, his eyes rolling heavenward. "Now this is just stupid," he mumbled to himself angrily, flopping down on the closest couch. He had barely been able to get a bath and properly wash himself that morning, his mind preoccupied with thoughts of her. He had thought that the warm water would erase the memories of her, but it seemed they were etched in his brain like a tattoo.He ran his hands through his hair, his eyes fixed on the ceiling as if searching for answers. Why was he still thinking about her? He had more import
"Fetch me a private investigator," Matthew barked, his voice like a whip cracking through the air. "At least you should be capable of doing that," he sneered, his eyes blazing with contempt. "And I need a response in less than 15 minutes…" He trailed off, his sentence hanging in the air like a challenge.The pathetic servant at this point wanted the ground to just open up and swallow him whole. How was he going to be able to get the contact of a private investigator? He had no connections, no resources, no idea where to even start. He was just a lowly servant, tasked with menial duties like pouring wine and answering doors. Matthew's demand was like asking him to move a mountain.Matthew quickly noticed his dilemma, and this only grew his anger. He sprinted up from his seat, his body tense like a coiled spring, as if he was about to leap into a marathon. Then, in a flash of rage, he smashed the wine glass in his hand, the shards shattering on the floor dangerously close to the servant
Adriana's voice was laced with a subtle hint of sarcasm as she spoke, her eyes fixed on her husband with a piercing gaze. "So...I've noticed your latest pawn," she said, her words dripping with disdain. She carefully sliced her sausage, her movements deliberate and precise, as if she was defusing a bomb.Tyler, anticipating this conversation, wiped his mouth with a napkin, his eyes still fixed on the omelette on his plate. He was determined to savor every bite, but first, he had to navigate this treacherous conversation with his wife.The tension between them was palpable, the air thick with unspoken words and unresolved issues. Adriana's gaze never wavered, her eyes boring into Tyler's soul like a drill. "Who is she, Tyler?" she asked, her voice deceptively calm.Tyler hesitated, his fork hovering over his plate. He knew better than to lie to his wife, but the truth was complicated. "Her name is Sophia," he said finally, his voice measured. "She's a...business associate."Adriana's l
Adriana's smile was warm and supportive, her eyes shining with encouragement. She urged Tyler to eat the rest of his meal, her gesture gentle and reassuring. Tyler settled back into his chair, his eyes never leaving hers, and took another bite of his food. But before he did, he gave her one more reassuring look, a look that said "I've got this, I've got us".Adriana's smile faltered for a moment, her eyes searching his face for any sign of doubt or uncertainty. But Tyler's gaze was steady, his eyes burning with determination. She knew that he was a man who had been through hell and back, a man who had fought tooth and nail for everything he had. And she knew that he would do the same for her, for their family, for their future.She nodded, her smile returning, and Tyler knew that she was with him, all the way. He knew that she wasn't blindly following him, that she was a smart woman who asked questions, who sought answers. But he also knew that she trusted him, trusted his judgment, t
“I can understand why you feel that way but if you let me I can change your mind about me I'm very different from Matthew as different as chalk and cheese but considering your experiences with the two of us I can't understand why you would feel differently however I'm going to convince you that that is the case so I would like you to be eating breakfast lunch and supper with me and my family,” The invitation like everything else that Tyler did was tactical and all part of his plan Judas was fully aware of this he knew that the other man's personality has not just taken a complete 180 overnight. He was worried about how he was supposed to respond to this his face tight end up and the rage inside of him built up, heated being played like this like some kind of toy in Tyler's hands mostly for his amusement apparent to be since he had not started with his main plan obviously. Less than 38 hours ago he was completely on the side of his nemesis and because of the way the tables had t
Sanya was primping and preening in front of the mirror, meticulously perfecting her appearance, when she felt the weight of her best friend's disapproving gaze upon her. Sharon's judgmental stare was like a palpable force, making Sanya's skin prickle with discomfort. Though she tried to ignore it, Sharon's intense scrutiny was suffocating, her hot breath on the back of Sanya's neck making her skin crawl."Sharon, you know you're not going to be able to discourage me from doing this," Sanya said, her voice laced with a hint of exasperation, "so at the very least you should..."But before she could finish, Sharon's expression darkened, her eyebrows drawing together in a fierce scowl. Her eyes blazed with a fierce intensity, as if daring Sanya to continue. The air was thick with tension, the silence between them a heavy, oppressive weight that seemed to pulse with unspoken disagreement.Sharon's words were laced with a mix of frustration and concern, her tone a perfect blend of exasperat
With lightning-quick reflexes, Sanya's hand darted into her bag and emerged with a compact canister of pepper spray, her fingers wrapping around it like a lifeline. She held it up, her eyes flashing a warning, her voice firm and commanding. "Look, you don't want to mess with me, so I suggest you leave me alone before I give you a taste of my pepper spray!"The stranger's expression remained unperturbed, his eyes never leaving hers. He raised his hands, palms facing her, in a calming gesture. "I mean you no harm," he said, his deep voice soothing. "I'm here because someone very important has been searching for you."Sanya's eyes narrowed, her grip on the pepper spray tightening. She took a cautious step back, her eyes locked on the stranger. "Who is it?" she demanded, her voice laced with skepticism.The stranger's eyes crinkled at the corners, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Let's just say...a mutual acquaintance," he said, his tone cryptic.Sanya's eyes never left his face, h