𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋
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𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞: 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝑳𝒆𝒕 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝑩𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝑯𝒆𝒓.
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Bluey lay still on the bed, her face pale against the white sheets. A small bandage was wrapped around her head, the faint trace of dried blood visible beneath the gauze.
Her breathing was soft but steady, her lashes resting like shadows on her cheeks.
Zayne sat beside her, elbows on his knees, eyes dark with a mixture of worry and anger. He had found her outside the dorm — motionless, bleeding and for a terrifying moment, he thought she was dead.
He carried her here himself, patched her up, and waited.
Now, he reached out and brushed his thumb against her cheek, his touch almost trembling.
“Why do you keep running back to that bastard?” he muttered, his jaw tightening. “He doesn’t deserve you, Bluey.”
His hand lingered on her chin, his thumb ghosting along her lips.
“Do you love him or what? Why can’t you just stay away from him? You think because Morgan can’t bully you anymore, it’s reason enough to go back?” His voice cracked, quieter now.
“He didn’t even give a f+k about you when you were bullied.”
Zayne exhaled shakily, lowering his head. The anger faded, leaving only pain behind.
“I hate seeing you hurt. It hurts me too... badly,” he whispered, his voice breaking on the last word.
He leaned closer, gently pressing a kiss against her forehead, letting his lips linger there for a moment longer than he should have.
Then he sat back, fingers still entwined with hers, silently praying she’d wake up soon.
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★𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐨'𝐬 𝐒𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞★
“F+k, I’m so tired,” Sergio groaned as he slumped onto his bed, face buried in the pillow.
Every muscle in his body ached, the kind of exhaustion that seeps deep into the bones.
The room was dark, curtains drawn, and he didn’t even have the strength to reach for the switch.
Then his phone buzzed beside him. He reached for it lazily, thumb swiping across the screen.
💌 I’m sleeping in your suite tonight.
Sergio’s eyes widened instantly.
“What—shit!” He shot up from the bed, wide awake now as he fumbled for the light switch.
The room brightened, and he looked around at the spotless suite—the fresh linens, the chilled air, the faint scent of cologne that still lingered from earlier.
The guards had done a damn good job setting this place up. It felt luxurious, comfortable, perfect for the night ahead.
The perks of being an Ace really were something else.
He tossed his phone onto the nightstand, already pulling his shirt over his head and unbuckling his belt as he strode toward the bathroom.
The mirror fogged almost instantly as the hot water hit his skin, washing away the grime and stress of the day.
But his thoughts refused to quiet.
Hyce.
Their first official night together since becoming a couple. Just thinking about it made his chest tighten in a way that wasn’t unpleasant.
He wasn’t expecting anything to happen... not yet, at least. He just wanted to be near him. To hold him. To take care of him the way he’d always wanted to.
Sergio smiled faintly under the stream of water, the exhaustion fading into something warmer. He’d waited so long for this.
When he was done, he grabbed a towel and dried off, then slipped into a pair of gray shorts, running his fingers through his damp hair.
His heartbeat picked up. Any minute now, Hyce would walk through that door.
The doorbell rang, cutting through the quiet hum of the room. Sergio’s pulse jumped. He ran a hand through his hair, took a deep breath, and opened the door.
“Hi.” Hyce stood there, small smile curving his lips.
“Hi.” Sergio’s own voice came out a little softer than he intended. He reached for Hyce’s hand, leading him inside.
Hyce’s outfit made him stop and stare. The soft pink pajama set, the fluffy head beanie sitting adorably atop his head.
It was so unlike the sharp, dangerous version of Hyce he’d seen earlier that night.
“You’re looking really cute right now,” Sergio said, tone dipping low, eyes roaming from his beanie down to his slippers. “...like you didn’t just ambush a bunch of people a while ago.”
Hyce rolled his eyes, but Sergio didn’t miss the slight twitch of amusement on his lips. He stepped closer, burying his face into the crook of Hyce’s neck, inhaling deeply.
“You smell nice too…” Sergio murmured, voice husky as his arms circled Hyce’s waist.
“Yeah, yeah.” Hyce pushed lightly at his chest, forcing him to stand straight again. “Let’s watch a movie. I’m bored.”
Sergio chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Sure.”
They walked into the bedroom together, the quiet tension between them replaced with something warm and familiar.
The lights were dim, the TV screen reflecting the faint glow of the city through the window.
“What movie should we watch?” Sergio asked as Hyce grabbed his phone.
“Doesn’t matter,” Hyce muttered, scrolling before connecting it to the TV. The screen flickered to life, revealing a romantic film already queued up.
Sergio climbed onto the bed and patted the spot beside him. Hyce joined him, leaning slightly into his side. Without hesitation, Sergio wrapped an arm around him, pulling him close.
The movie played softly in the background—slow scenes of two lovers walking under city lights, sharing quiet laughs.
Hyce’s head rested against Sergio’s chest, his breathing steady, while Sergio’s fingers absentmindedly traced lazy circles on his arm.
The warmth between them grew heavier with every passing second, soft, unspoken, and undeniably real.
Sergio chuckled softly, the sound low and sleepy. “Aren’t you feeling hot?”
“Not really,” Hyce replied, eyes fixed on the screen. “The AC’s on.”
“I know,” Sergio murmured, shifting a little under the covers. “But it’s set to low. I’m shirtless, and I’m still feeling hot.”
Hyce didn’t even look at him. “That’s for you.”
“Cold-hearted as usual.”Sergio grinned.
“Quiet, I’m watching,” Hyce mumbled, his cheeks turning a faint shade of pink as the couple on the screen leaned in for a kiss.
Sergio, however, wasn’t watching the movie. His gaze was on Hyce, the faint blush on his skin, the soft lighting that caught in his blonde hair, the way his lips parted slightly when he got to an exciting scene.
He swallowed, licking his lips before quickly looking back at the TV.
When the end credits rolled, Sergio stretched and groaned. “Uhh… finally.”
“Want to go to bed?”Hyce yawned.
“Yeah,” Sergio said, rubbing his eyes. “I feel sleepy.”
“Okay.” Hyce reached over to switch off the TV, and the room dimmed, the only light now a soft golden glow from the bedside lamp.
They slipped under the duvet, and Hyce naturally curled into Sergio’s side.
His head rested on Sergio’s bare chest, the slow rhythm of his breathing syncing with Sergio’s heartbeat.
Sergio wrapped an arm around him without thinking, pulling him closer. Hyce shifted, eyes closed, his fingers idly tracing small, lazy circles across Sergio’s chest.
Hyce looked up to find Sergio’s eyes closed. He quickly sat up, straddling him, and began to take off his shirt, revealing his smooth, fair skin—a striking contrast to Sergio’s.
“What are you doing?” Sergio asked softly.
“I’m trying to please my boyfriend,” Hyce replied, leaning down to gently take one of Sergio’s nipples into his mouth while tenderly caressing the other.
A soft m0an escaped Sergio’s lips.
Hyce’s lips then slowly traced a path down Sergio’s torso, from his chest to his defined abs, pausing at his belly button.
His hands reached for the hem of Sergio’s shorts, carefully pulling them down his legs, and Sergio's c+k slapped his face the moment they were freed.
Sergio propped himself up on his elbow, eyes locked with Hyce’s as Hyce slowly wrapped his hand around his c+k, stroking gently with care.
The intensity of their gaze spoke volumes.
A sharp m0an escaped Sergio’s lips as Hyce took him into his mouth with delicate attention, moving slowly and reverently.
Sergio’s body reacted instinctively, his hips rising off the bed in rhythm as he grasped Hyce’s hair, guiding him deeper with urgency.
“I'm going to cum....f+k.” Sergio warned, pulling Hyce away briefly, but Hyce quickly resumed, welcoming him again just as Sergio released, his rhythm giving way as Hyce swallowed every drop.
A low groan of satisfaction filled the room as Sergio’s body relaxed and the last sensations lingered.
Hyce lifted his face, and Sergio drew him in for a deep, tender kiss.
Sergio swiftly removed Hyce’s pajama bottoms, leaving him completely exposed. He broke their kiss and gently turned Hyce over, guiding him to lie on his back.
Leaning close, Sergio dipped his fingers into his mouth before slowly bringing them out, his gaze locking deeply with Hyce’s.
“Ouch..!” Hyce winced softly as Sergio dipped his finger in.
“It’s so tight... why is that?” Sergio murmured into Hyce’s ear.
Hyce hesitated before whispering, “I... haven’t had anything there before.”
Sergio’s eyes searched his face. “You haven’t... been with anyone that way? You haven't fucked?”
Hyce shook his head. “No, just oral with Gomez, if that’s what you’re thinking.”
Sergio kissed him again before gently sliding a finger inside. Hyce exhaled with a mix of surprise and pleasure.
“F+k...” Hyce murmured.
Sergio slowly added a second finger, and Hyce gripped his shoulders for support. With one hand, Sergio began a steady rhythm, while his other hand held Hyce's c+k.
Hyce gasped, his face flushed as sensation built with every movement.
“Yes... F+k it's so gooood,” Hyce m0@ned softly.
Sergio’s hard c+k pressed against Hyce’s thigh, his expression a blend of focus and longing, deepening their intimate connection.
Sergio withdrew his fingers and gently pulled Hyce upright, who stayed on his knees with his body slightly arched toward him.
“Don’t move,” Sergio instructed softly before stepping down from the bed.
Hyce held his position as the cool air brushed against his skin. His c+k was damn hard, his body already responding eagerly.
Suddenly, he felt Sergio’s presence behind him again, followed by a drop of warm oil that Sergio carefully spread over Hyce’s ass, easing the entrance with gentle, deliberate motions.
“It might sting a little,” Sergio warned with a deep breath.
“I don’t mind. Just do it,” Hyce replied, his voice filled with longing.
Sergio placed his hands firmly on Hyce’s hips, gently parting his ass cheeks as the tip of his c+k pressed slowly against Hyce’s opening, moving in with care.
Hyce gripped the sheets tightly as Sergio settled himself inside, the initial stretch challenging but met with patience.
Sergio held Hyce’s arms softly but firmly behind his back, steadying them as he slammed his c+k all the way to the hilt.
“Ouch... it stings,” Hyce admitted, already crying.
“I’m sorry,” Sergio murmured, pausing to let him adjust.
When Hyce subtly signaled readiness, Sergio gradually increased the rhythm, their connection deepening with every motion.
“F+k...” Hyce breathed out, their intimacy growing with every brutal thrust.
---
★𝐇𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐒𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞★
Hades was slumped on the couch, his hand gripping a half-empty bottle of whiskey. The sting of alcohol mixed with the dull ache in his side as the nurse finished bandaging his wounds.
“All done,” she said softly, packing up the medical kit.
He didn’t respond, just nodded faintly, his jaw tight. When the door clicked shut behind her, the silence of the room settled like a curse.
He stared blankly at the floor, his thoughts restless, loud. Then, without warning, he hurled the bottle against the wall.
The shattering sound echoed through the suite, glass and amber liquid splattering across the floor.
“Why can’t she just listen? She really had to make me hurt her..” His voice broke through the quiet, raw with frustration.
He ran a hand down his face, reaching for his phone. He tried Hyce first—no answer.
Then considered Hugo, but the thought made him scoff. That guy never had his phone on him anyway.
Leaning back, he exhaled hard, his chest tightening.
“I should probably forget about her,” He muttered under his breath. “She’s too innocent for me. Too soft.”
He glanced at his reflection in the glass table, his eyes bloodshot and distant.
“She won’t be able to handle my toxicity. I’m such a monster after all.”
His voice trailed off as fatigue finally pulled him under.
The tension in his shoulders loosened, and before he knew it, he was asleep, head resting against the couch, the broken bottle glinting faintly in the corner of the room.
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★𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠- 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐄𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞★
Corazon stepped out of the bathroom, drying her hands with a towel as she adjusted her robe.
The scent of mint still lingered on her breath. But the moment her eyes lifted, she froze.
Gael was standing at the edge of the bed, his face red and trembling with fury and behind that fury, pain. Real, raw pain. In his hand, a brown envelope.
“Gael?” she asked quietly, her voice cautious.
“So it’s because of him, huh?” he snapped, his voice already breaking. “It’s because of him that you’re ruining our marriage?”
Before she could respond, he threw the envelope at her. It hit the bed with a sharp slap, scattering the contents across the sheets.
Photos.
Her stomach dropped. She stepped forward, her hands trembling as she picked one up, her and Anthony, hand in hand. "You are reading from www.mhiztaemy.com.ng" Another, a kiss outside a hotel. A third, them together in a car.
“Gael—”
“You’re cheating on me?” he roared, taking a step closer. “For how long, Corazon?!! How f+king long?!”
She said nothing. Her lips parted, but no sound came out. Her silence only made him angrier.
“I gave you everything! EVERYTHING!” His voice cracked as his eyes watered. “And you... you just—” He broke off, his fists shaking at his sides. “Say something, damn it!”
Corazon finally looked up at him. Her eyes were calm now, too calm. The corner of her lip twitched as she took in the sight of him—furious, broken, desperate.
“Yes,” she said, her tone flat.
“What?”Gael blinked.
“Yes, I cheated. So what?” she suddenly yelled, her voice slicing through the tension in the room. “What are you going to do about it?!”
“Corazon—”He took a step back, shocked.
“I never loved you, Gael!” she shouted, her voice rising with every word.
“Not once! I only got with you after MIA because you were rich....filthy rich! You think I wanted a man like you? Please.”
He stood frozen, disbelief etched on his face.
She laughed bitterly, tossing the photos back onto the bed.
“I’m here, in this house, in this marriage, playing wife and mother, only because of your money. That’s it. That’s the truth you’ve been too blind to see.”
Her voice dropped, but her words were venom.
“I never loved you, Gael… and I never will.”
Gael’s chest rose and fell hard as he stared at her, every word she said replaying in his head like a blade being twisted deeper.
His voice came out quieter this time, raw and unsteady.
“What did I do wrong, Corazon?” He asked, almost pleading. “Tell me. Was it something I said? Something I didn’t do? I tried. God knows I tried to make this work. So what did I do so wrong that you had to destroy us like this?”
She looked at him blankly, the tears he expected never coming. Her face was stone, untouched by his pain.
“Nothing,” she said simply, her tone flat, almost cruel.
He frowned. “Nothing?”
“I just don’t feel the same anymore.” She shrugged, wrapping her robe tighter around herself as if the conversation bored her.
“I tried to actually lobe you but people fall out of love, Gael. It happens. You just happened to be the one I stopped loving first.”
He took a shaky step forward, anger and heartbreak twisting together. “Don’t say that. You can’t just—”
“I just did,” she cut in coldly. “Stop trying to fix something that’s already rotting. You’re only making it worse.”
“You can’t mean that.”He stared at her, eyes glistening.
“I do.”
For a long moment, silence filled the room—thick, suffocating, and final.
Then she smirked faintly, her voice lowering to a taunting calm. “And before you start fantasizing about a clean break, don’t bother.”
Gael’s brows knitted. “What are you talking about?”
She tilted her head, her tone dripping with defiance. “If you ever think of a divorce, you’re wasting your time.”
He blinked, stunned.
“I won’t sign the damn papers,” she said sharply. “You think you can just wash me out of your life that easily? No, Gael. You wanted me. You got me and now you’re stuck with me.”
He took a step closer, his voice low and trembling. “You’re saying you don’t love me, but you won’t let me go?”
“Exactly.”She met his gaze, her expression darkening.
His throat tightened, his voice breaking as he whispered, “You’re cruel.”
Corazon gave a bitter smile. “No, Gael. I’m just finally honest.”
----💯
★𝐌𝐈𝐀- 𝐇𝐮𝐠𝐨'𝐬 𝐒𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞★
Hugo sat on the edge of his bed, towel hanging low around his waist, droplets of water still sliding down his chest.
The room was quiet, too quiet. No music, no laughter, no annoying little remarks from Dawn. Just silence.
He reached for his phone on the nightstand, scrolling through his notifications, finding nothing that interested him.
Normally, around this time, she’d already be here, either cleaning up after his mess, humming off-key in the kitchen, or stretched out on his couch watching some show he didn’t give a damn about.
But now, the emptiness gnawed at him.
He tossed his phone aside, ran a hand through his damp hair, and leaned back against the headboard.
For a few minutes, he tried to convince himself it didn’t matter. She was just someone to pass the time with. Someone he could call when he wanted.
Yet even thinking that made his chest tighten a little.
“F+k this,” He muttered, grabbing his phone again.
He stared at her name in his messages for a long second before finally typing.
💬 Come over.
He hesitated—then added, Now.
He locked the screen and tossed the phone beside him again, waiting.
No read receipt.
No typing bubbles.
Just silence.
And for the first time in a while, Hugo realized he wasn’t sure if she’d actually come.
***
Dawn walked into Hugo’s room without a word, the faint smell of his cologne mixing with the steam that still lingered from his shower.
She didn’t even glance at him , just dropped her bag on the floor, reached for the hem of her shirt, and pulled it over her head.
Before he could say a word, she stood there half-n+ked, cool and detached.
“Let’s get this over with,” she said flatly, her tone sharp and emotionless.
Hugo froze for a second, eyes flicking over her body before settling on her face. There was no trace of the playful spark she used to have... no teasing, no warmth, just exhaustion and indifference.
He stood up slowly, walked toward her, and instead of touching her like she expected, he grabbed the blanket from the bed and wrapped it around her shoulders.
“What the hell are you doing?”Her brows furrowed.
“Cover up,” he muttered, his voice low but firm. “I didn’t call you here for that.”
She blinked, confused, but his expression was unreadable.
“Then why did you call me?”
He looked away for a moment, rubbing the back of his neck. “Let’s hang out. I’m bored.”
She scoffed, shaking her head.
“I didn’t come here to entertain you, Hugo.” She moved to grab her bag, but his hand shot out, catching her wrist before she could take another step.
“Stay,” he said, his grip tightening.
“Hugo—”
“I said stay,” His tone dropped, more of a command than a plea.
Dawn exhaled sharply, glaring at him. But the look in his eyes wasn’t lust or anger, it was something else. Something tired. Lonely, maybe.
She sighed and sat on the couch, crossing her arms. “Fine. But I’m not your toy anymore.”
***
They sat in silence for a long time, the only sound in the room the faint hum of the air conditioner.
Hugo leaned back into the couch, shirtless, legs apart, staring blankly at the TV that wasn’t even on.
Dawn sat at the other end, arms folded, her expression hard.
“Go put on some clothes,” she muttered, eyes fixed ahead.
He didn’t move.
Her jaw clenched, and she turned her head sharply toward him. “I said go put on some clothes, Hugo.”
He smirked faintly. “You’ve seen worse.”
Her glare could’ve burned through him. “I’m not joking.”
“Neither am I,” he said casually, still not moving.
That did it. Dawn let out a frustrated laugh sharp, bitter and finally snapped. “You really don’t get it, do you?”
“Get what?”Hugo’s lazy expression shifted.
“That you’re an as$h0le!” she spat. “You think this is a game, you think I’m still that stupid girl who waited around for you to call me whenever you felt lonely?”
He straightened slowly, watching her.
“I loved you,” she said, her voice shaking now. “And you knew it. You f+king knew it, and you still treated me like I was nothing. Like I was disposable.”
“Dawn—”
“Don’t.” She stood abruptly, her hands trembling. “Don’t try to act human now.”
Her voice cracked but she didn’t back down.
“You made me believe I meant something to you, but all I was to you was a warm body when you needed one. You never saw me, Hugo. Never.”
He rose to his feet too, towering over her. The air thickened between them, charged with something dark and unspoken.
“Dawn,” he said quietly, but she didn’t let him finish.
“I hate you,” she said, looking him straight in the eyes. “I hate what you did to me.”
He took a step closer, his breath slow, heavy. “No, you don’t.”
She gave a shaky laugh. “Your charms won’t work on me anymore.”
He smiled faintly, the kind that wasn’t really a smile at all. “Who said I was trying?”
Dawn turned, her breath uneven as she grabbed her bag from the couch.
“I’m done with this,” she muttered. “I shouldn’t have come.”
She made for the door, but Hugo’s hand shot out, grabbing her wrist, not harshly, but firm enough to stop her.
“Let go,” she said coldly, not turning back.
He didn’t. His fist was tight, his voice low. “You think walking out fixes anything?”
Her laugh came bitter and dry. “It fixes me.”
“Don’t start pretending you don’t care,” He said, voice deep, steady, almost dangerous in how calm it was.
That made her whirl around.
“Care?” she hissed. “You want me to care after what you did? After how you made me feel? I was never enough for you, Hugo! You made that clear every time you left me waiting, every time you treated me like some....” She stopped, chest heaving.
“I should’ve walked away a long time ago.”
His expression shifted — guilt flashing for just a second before it vanished under his usual stoic mask. “Then why didn’t you?”
“Because I was stupid,” she said, voice trembling. “Because I loved you.”
Hugo’s grip loosened slightly, but he didn’t let go.
“And now?” he asked quietly.
“Now?” she repeated, meeting his gaze with eyes that glistened. “Now I’m done.”
She tugged her hand free, but he stepped closer, closing the space between them.
“You can hate me all you want,” he said softly. “But don’t lie and say you stopped feeling anything.”
Her voice broke, almost pleading. “Why are you doing this?”
He looked down, exhaling. “Because I don’t know how to stop thinking about you either.”
She blinked, eyes searching his face, trying to find the sincerity he’d never shown before.
“Don’t,” she whispered. “Don’t make this harder than it already is.”
He didn’t move closer. He didn’t touch her again.
He just stood there, watching her as she walked past him and quietly shut the door behind her.
***
Dawn stormed down the hallway, her eyes burning, her fists clenched so tight her nails bit into her palms.
The farther she walked, the faster she moved—she just needed to reach her room, to close the door, to shut everything out before she broke again.
“Dawn!”
His voice boomed behind her. She froze for a split second, heart lurching, then kept walking faster.
“Dawn!” Hugo’s tone was rough, desperate.
She ignored him, wiping at her tears furiously. Students began turning, whispering, phones already sneaking up to record.
Then suddenly, warmth, strong arms, the familiar weight of him wrapping around her waist from behind.
“Let me go!” she gasped, twisting against his grip.
He held tighter, his chest pressed to her back, bare skin brushing her shirt as his heartbeat pounded hard against her spine.
“Stop running from me,” he said against her ear, voice low, trembling.
“I said let go, Hugo!” Her voice cracked, her tears finally spilling. “You can’t just...just treat me like trash and then decide when I matter to you!”
Students murmured, but Hugo didn’t care. He turned her around, holding her shoulders, eyes wide, raw.
“I’m sorry,” he said, breathless. “Let’s start over again.”
Her chest rose and fell rapidly.
“Start over?” she repeated, her tone breaking into a laugh, half disbelief, half heartbreak.
“You think it’s that simple? You broke me, Hugo! You made me feel like I was nothing!”
He reached for her face, but she smacked his hand away, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Don’t touch me if you don’t mean it.”
“Dawn, please—”
“No!” she snapped, voice shaking.
“You don’t get to want me now that you’re bored or lonely! You don’t get to run after me because I finally stopped chasing you!”
He swallowed, chest heaving, eyes burning into hers. “I didn’t realize how much I needed you until you walked out.”
“Then that’s your problem, not mine.”
Her voice softened, breaking completely now. “I loved you once, Hugo. I really did. But I’m not doing this again.”
He stood there, silent, his hands falling to his sides as she turned and walked away, her sobs echoing down the hallway, his heart cracking open behind her.
---
★𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫'𝐬 𝐄𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞★
Corazon was seated in her study, eyes fixed on her laptop screen as her fingers clicked against the keys. The door creaked open, but she didn’t bother looking up.
“Gael, I don’t have anything to say to you,” she said sharply.
A different voice replied.
“You have the audacity to call Maureen a slut when you’re the bigger slut, Mom.”
Corazon’s head snapped up. Her expression shifted from irritation to shock.
“Morgan,” she breathed, pushing back her chair.
Morgan stood in the doorway, arms crossed and eyes burning with fury.
“Dad called me. He told me everything. I can’t believe you, Mom. I’m actually ashamed of you.”
Corazon sighed, lowering her gaze. “Morgan, this is between me and your father. You have no right to interfere.”
Morgan scoffed, stepping closer. “No right? You cheated on him, Mom. With Anthony! How could you even—”
“Watch your tone, young lady!”Corazon cut her off, her voice rising.
“Why? Because it makes you uncomfortable to hear the truth?” Morgan shot back. “You disgust me! You ruined everything for Dad, and for what? For a fling?”
Corazon’s expression hardened. “Enough.”
But Morgan wasn’t done. “You think you’re in any position to judge anyone? You called Maureen a slut for being around dad, yet you’ve been sleeping with Trevor’s father!”
Corazon froze. The air between them turned heavy. “What did you just say?”
Morgan smirked bitterly.
“Oh, don’t act shocked. Everyone knows I’m dating Trevor. And guess what? I don’t care that he’s Anthony’s son. I love him and I'm telling you right now, you and Anthony should better stop this nonsense.”
“You what?”Corazon’s eyes widened in disbelief.
“Yeah,” Morgan said flatly, chin lifted in defiance. “I’m dating Trevor. We’ve been together since before MIA, don't act surprised.”
“You can’t be serious,” Corazon muttered, her composure cracking.
She stood up suddenly, the chair scraping against the floor.
“Morgan, you can’t date him anymore. Do you understand me?”
“Why not?! Because of your dirty little affair with his father?!”Morgan’s voice rose instantly.
Corazon slammed her hand on the desk.
“Why not? I should break up with him because you love his father?” Morgan’s voice trembled with fury. “I am in no way going to sacrifice my happiness for you, Mother.”
“You can’t date Trevor, Morgan.”Corazon’s face drained of color.
Morgan gave a sharp laugh, disbelief curling in her tone. “And why can’t I? Because you’re sleeping with his father?”
Corazon’s jaw tightened, her eyes glistening. “No… because Trevor is your brother.”
Morgan froze. The silence that followed was deafening.
“What did you just say?” she whispered, taking a slow step back. “You had better be joking, Mom.”
Corazon’s voice cracked, a mix of shame and desperation lacing her words.
“Gael can’t father a child, Morgan. I....I had an affair with Anthony years ago. You were the result of that. Gael thought you were a miracle child, but the truth is… I slept with Anthony to have you.”
Morgan blinked rapidly, her throat tightening.
“No,” she whispered, shaking her head as if she could shake away the words. “No, you’re lying. Dad’s my father.”
Corazon’s tears fell freely now.
“I’m sorry, baby. I never wanted you to find out like this. Gael wanted a child more than anything, and I wanted to give him that. I never meant for this to destroy you.”
Morgan’s lips quivered as the truth sank in, her eyes wide with disbelief and pain.
“You mean I’ve been dating—” She couldn’t even finish the sentence.
Her voice broke, and she stumbled a step backward, clutching her chest.
“You ruined everything,” she whispered hoarsely. “You’ve ruined my life.”
Corazon reached for her, but Morgan yanked away, tears streaming down her face as she ran out of the study, her sobs echoing down the hall.
Corazon stood frozen, her hands trembling. The silence that followed was heavier than any scream.
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★𝐌𝐈𝐀★
It was raining heavily, the kind of downpour that blurred the world into silver streaks.
Trevor sat alone under the dorm’s wide shade, legs stretched, hair damp from the mist that crept in. The rain hissed softly against the ground.
Morgan had left for home hours ago, ignoring his texts, his calls—everything. He didn’t know what the hell happened, but she’d looked pale, almost broken.
And right now, he wasn’t in the mood to brood.
He was in the mood to piss off Hades.
That had become his favorite pastime lately, needling the campus’s golden boy, testing how far he could push before that mask cracked.
Bluey approached, reluctantly, with Brayn and Aris trailing behind her like bored bodyguards.
Her dark hair was already damp at the edges as she stopped in front of him, clearly annoyed.
Trevor tilted his head lazily, his lips curving into that mischievous smirk everyone hated to love.
“Step out into the rain,” he said casually, like it was the most natural request in the world.
Bluey blinked. “What?”
He leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees, eyes glinting with that familiar arrogance. “You heard me. Step out. Into the rain.”
Trevor's gaze went straight toward the barricade at the Hearts dorm, where he knew Hades was standing.
Watching.
“Don’t make me repeat myself, Bluey. Unless you’re scared to get a little wet.”
Trevor smirked wider, his tone taunting.
The rain was cold and heavy, soaking through Bluey’s clothes the moment she stepped out from under the shade.
Her body trembled, the water running down her face and neck, her hands fisting at her sides.
Trevor leaned back lazily, one leg crossed over the other as he sipped his drink like he was watching a show.
His voice came out low, cruelly amused.
“Kneel.”
Bluey froze, disbelief flashing in her eyes. “What?”
“I said—kneel.”
Brayn shifted uncomfortably, glancing at Aris, but neither moved to interfere. Trevor’s tone made it clear this wasn’t a request.
With visible hesitation, Bluey slowly lowered herself to the wet ground, her knees sinking into the cold puddles. Her hair clung to her face, her lips trembling from the chill.
Trevor smirked, satisfied. He twirled the can in his hand, watching her with an almost bored expression.
“Do you like Hades?” he asked suddenly.
Bluey’s head shot up, eyes wide. “What? Why are you asking me that?”
Trevor tilted his head, his tone dripping mockery.
“I saw you two last night. The way you were waiting for him. And how he knocked you out cold after yelling at you.”
Her lips parted, but she said nothing. She bit her lip hard, trying to hold in the embarrassment that flushed through her.
Trevor’s smirk widened.
“In case you think that because Morgan isn’t around anymore, you’re safe—news flash, sweetheart.” He leaned forward, eyes dark. “I’m still here.”
His words were sharp, every syllable meant to sting.
“So tell me,” he said, his voice cutting through the sound of rain. “What exactly is it that you like about that guy? He’s a monster.”
Bluey lifted her eyes, anger flickering beneath the hurt.
“Why does everybody keep speaking ill about him?” she snapped softly, almost trembling.
“I know he’s hot-tempered and not really friendly, and maybe not the kind of person you’d want to mess with...but why does everyone call him a monster? Like he’s some kind of wild beast?”
Trevor let out a short, humorless laugh.
“Seriously, you don’t know?” He leaned closer, his tone suddenly darker. “Then ask him yourself. He’ll tell you the same.”
He reached forward suddenly, gripping her chin roughly, forcing her to look up at him. The rain dripped on his hand.
“Don’t act like you understand him,” he hissed.
“You don’t know what kind of man he really is. You think you’re special because he tolerates you? You’re nothing but a distraction to him. Just like everyone else before you.”
Bluey tried to pull away, but he didn’t let go.
“You think you’re different?” he sneered. “You’re not. You’ll end up broken just like the rest of them.”
Finally, he released her with a small push, watching as she stumbled slightly in the rain.
Her eyes glistened, not from the rain this time, but from the tears she fought to hold back.
Trevor stared at her for a long second before letting out a cruel laugh.
“God, you look pathetic.” He tilted his head, watching her with bored amusement. “What? Are you waiting for someone to save you?”
Bluey’s lips trembled, but she said nothing.
“Look at you,” Trevor continued, standing.
“Please…” she whispered, hugging herself against the cold.
“Please?” he mocked. “That’s all you ever say. Pathetic.” He kicked a puddle toward her, splashing muddy water on her face.
He bent down, gripping her jaw roughly and forcing her head up.
“What’s the point of you even being here, huh? You don’t belong in this academy. You’re weak. You’ll never fit in. You should’ve just stayed wherever you came from.”
Bluey’s eyes filled with tears, her breath shaking.
“Can’t even look me in the eye. Useless.” Trevor released her with a shove, stepping back with a scoff.
He leaned back against the shade pillar, crossing his arms.
She stood slowly, her legs trembling, her face pale under the rain.
“Leave,” he said coldly, his voice low and sharp.
Bluey took a shaky step back, then another, before turning and running through the rain. Her sobs were lost under the storm.
Trevor’s grin faded. His gaze drifted past her to the barricade near the Hearts dorm, where Hades stood motionless, watching everything.
Trevor’s fist tightened.
He turned his head slightly, muttering under his breath,
“How can you love a girl and still be so damn heartless.”
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★𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫'𝐬 𝐄𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞★
Morgan’s eyes were red and swollen from crying. Her body felt heavy, her chest tight as she grabbed her bag and stormed out of the mansion.
She just wanted to get away from the lies, from her mother, from everything.
But as she stepped out the door, Banjo was standing beside the car, holding something behind his back.
The rain had stopped, but the air still smelled of thunder and wet earth.
“Miss Morgan,” he said with a small smile. “It’s… good to see you around here again.”
Morgan wiped her tears quickly, trying to compose herself. “I’m leaving.”
“I know,” he said quietly, taking a small step forward. “But before you go, I wanted to give you this.” He held out a small, neatly wrapped box.
“An advance birthday gift. You always liked getting them early.”
Morgan froze. She clenched her fists and let out a bitter laugh.
“You must be stupid,” she said sharply, her voice trembling with anger. “To get me a gift using the money my parents pay you?”
Banjo’s hand faltered.
“And how dare a mere driver think he can get me cheap-ass gifts?” she snapped, yanking the box from his hand.
Without hesitation, she threw it to the ground and stomped on it.
The wrapping tore open, revealing a silver bracelet that now lay broken on the gravel.
Banjo looked down at it silently.
Morgan’s voice cracked as she shouted, “Don’t you ever try to pity me again!” Then she turned and stormed toward the gate, tears streaming down her face again as she left.0
Banjo bent down, picking up the shattered pieces of the bracelet. A small, knowing smirk formed on his lips as he watched her disappearing figure.
“Still the same spoiled little girl,” he murmured, his tone laced with something dark. “Just the way I like it.”
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★𝐌𝐈𝐀 - 𝐃𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐥★ 8PM
The dining table was lively, the clinking of cutlery filling the air, but Bluey barely touched her food.
Her plate sat nearly untouched, her fork tracing circles in the mashed potatoes. Her eyes were distant—lost somewhere else entirely.
Zayne noticed first. He set down his glass and leaned closer, studying her face.
“You’ve been zoning out for the past fifteen minutes. What’s going on, Bluey?”
Bluey blinked, as if waking from a trance. Her voice was soft, uncertain. “Is he really that bad?”
“Who?” Natalie asked, brows lifting.
“Hades,” Bluey said. “Is he really that evil like everyone keeps describing him to be?”
Nia sighed, placing her fork down.
“No one’s saying he’s evil, exactly. Well… maybe he is, depending on how you look at it. But if you’re talking about being in a relationship with him, then yeah, he’s rough. He’s not the kind of gentle guy you’d want for yourself.”
Bluey bit her lip, her voice barely a whisper. “But… I…”
Loci looked at her suspiciously. “Don’t tell me you like him.”
Bluey’s cheeks flushed slightly. “I’m just… always worried about him.”
Zayne scoffed and pushed his chair back harshly. “It’s still the same thing. Why do you even give a fuck about someone who doesn’t give a f+k about you?”
“Zayne, calm down,” Natalie said, frowning.
But Zayne was already on his feet. “I’m done with this conversation,” he muttered before walking away, his jaw tight.
The table went silent for a few seconds after he left. Nia leaned forward, folding her arms. “So what do you want to do then, Bluey?”
Bluey’s eyes softened, resolve flickering behind them. “I think… I want to give it a try. I mean, I want to see for myself what kind of person he really is.”
“You like him already?” Loci asked, incredulous.
Bluey smiled faintly, standing up and grabbing her bag. “Maybe. I don’t know yet. See you guys later.”
They watched her leave, a mix of amusement and curiosity in their eyes.
“I’m rooting for them,” Nia said with a grin.
“Yeah, me too,” Natalie agreed, laughing softly.
“Me three,” Loci added, shaking his head with a smirk. “This is gonna be interesting.”
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★𝐇𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐒𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞★
Hades pushed open the door to his suite, tired and half-distracted—until he froze.
Bluey was standing there, right in front of him.
Her clothe was slightly damp from the drizzle outside, her hair clinging to her cheeks. She looked nervous, but there was a fierce determination in her eyes.
“Can we talk?” she said softly, stepping inside before he could even answer.
Hades shut the door behind her, his expression unreadable. The air between them was heavy—silent but loud with everything unsaid.
They stood there for a moment, just looking at each other. His shirt was loose, collar open, revealing faint traces of bandages beneath.
She took a slow step forward. “How’s your wound?”
“It’s fine. I’m okay,” Hades said quietly, though his tone was distant.
“Hades…” Bluey’s voice cracked a little. “I’m sorry.”
He frowned slightly. “For what?”
“For everything,” she said, her words spilling out in a rush.
“For telling you to stay away. For not asking for your help when I should have. For pushing you off when all you ever did was try to protect me. It hurt, Hades… it really did. I can’t—”
Her voice broke off. She shut her eyes for a second before continuing, softer this time. “I can’t keep pretending that it doesn’t matter.”
He took a small step closer, his eyes searching hers. “What do you want from me, Bluey?”
She swallowed hard. Her chest rose and fell as she whispered, “I want you.”
His brows furrowed. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”
“I do,” she said, her voice trembling but sure. “I want all of you.”
He gave a dry laugh, the corner of his lip twitching. “You can’t handle a part of me, Bluey. What more all?”
Her eyes glistened, but she didn’t back away.
“Then I’ll try,” she said, her voice soft but fierce. “I want to try… seeing the real you. Not the one people call a monster. Not the one who pushes everyone away. Just you.”
“You want all of me? You have to earn it.”
Hades’ voice was firm and commanding.
“Earn it? How?”Bluey’s eyes widened, a mix of surprise and anticipation.
“Strip, Bluey, and get on your knees,” He instructed with unwavering authority.
A shiver ran through her, her shock momentarily silenced.
“Hades...” she started, but he interrupted gently yet decisively.
“It’s ‘Master’... that’s what you’ll call me from now on whenever you’re on your knees to please me.”
She nodded, the weight of the moment sinking in.
“Now, strip,” He ordered.
Obediently, she began to remove her clothes, each piece falling away in a quiet act of surrender until she stood bare before him.
Hades swallowed, he felt his c+k twitch as he took in the sight of her. This girl has insane body proportions.
She might look cute, innocent and a bit small but her body was straight up sin.
Her b👀bs were firm and looked soft, really white and her n+ples were thick and a bit dark. Her legs, f+k....her thighs were to die for and her v area looked so plump, he swallowed.
“Crawl to me on your hands and knees. That’s an order.”
With steady breaths, she went on her knees and she moved forward, crawling until she knelt before him.
His gaze held hers, intense and unyielding as he stood above her, the space between them charged with a powerful connection.
“You’re doing so well. Good girls get rewards, bad girls get lessons and you’ve been a very bad girl, Mi Ruina. (My Ruin).”Hades’ voice was low and intense.
Bluey met his gaze, her voice steady but filled with sincerity. “I know. I’ve been a very bad girl... Master.”
“Are you sure about your decision? Once you’re tied to me, there’s no turning back. You’ll be bound to me for life.”He said, gripping her chin.
“You'll be my possession, mine to use, mine to own, mine to fuck, mine to hurt and mine to love.”
“Yes... I’m sure.”She nodded without hesitation.
Hades’ eyes darkened.
“Just remember, what we have isn’t ordinary and never will be. It’s addiction and fire. It will burn through everything until there’s nothing left.”
“I know,” she said softly.
He took a slow drag from his cigarette, exhaling with a mix of vulnerability and fierce emotion.
“I admit it, you cracked the wall around my heart the moment I met you. I was so damn into you. And now...” He paused, gaze locked on her. “.....you’ve pushed my obsession to a whole new level.”
“I’m sorry for being bad. I thought I could handle it, but I don’t know if I can stay away from you either. I want to be with you.” Bluey’s voice shook slightly as she spoke.
Hades’ expression hardened but held a raw honesty.
“I don’t do gentle love. Everything you heard about me is true. I’m a red flag, morally gray, hot-tempered, sometimes even abusive. I’m going to hurt you, Bluey. I'm going to hurt you so bad.”
“My love... my addiction... what we have’s going to hurt real bad and leave scars, but this I promise you, no one's gonna hurt you, touch you, make you cry. I will kill them all.” He groaned in a deep voice.
“I’m willing and ready to be yours, Master.”
She nodded firmly.
“Good,” Hades replied, a dark smile playing on his lips. “But before we seal the deal, you’ll have to pass my test first.”
“W-what kind of test?” she asked, a mix of curiosity and nervousness in her voice.
Hades settled onto the couch, his movements slow and deliberate. His hand moved to his belt, unfastening it with intention before he revealed his dick—hard, large, and veiny.
Bluey swallowed hard, taken aback by his formidable presence.
*How is someone this thick?* she thought, her breath catching in her throat.
She pressed her thighs together, her juices already running down her legs as she bit her lips.
“You're such a n+ughty slu+.... my personal slut.”He growled, touching her hair.
“What should I do with it?”Bluey looked up hesitantly.
“Suck it,” Hades replied firmly.
“How?” she asked, uncertainty clear in her voice.
“You don’t know how to suck a d+k?” He raised an eyebrow.
“No,” Bluey admitted shyly.
“Well, you’ll have to figure it out,” He said.
She swallowed hard, nerves tightening her throat.
Hades pulled out his phone and set a timer.
“Five minutes.”He said.
“What's gonna happen in 5 minutes?”Bluey asked curiously.
“ If I don’t c+m within that time....”His voice dropped toman insanely low pitch.
“I’m going to punish you real hard, Mi Ruina.”
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𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝 ✰
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