Bound by the love of virgin mother

vant through the quiet

heir intricate carvings narrating silent stories of legacy and grandeur. The chandeliers above, dripping with crystals, b

reathtaking fusion of past and present, an artistry where time itself seemed to pause in reverence. Every

ition and ambition. And as she walked through its majestic halls, she couldn't help but

e. The air smelled faintly of lavender, mixing with the sterility of medicine and the passage of time. The large windows allowed t

ng, lost in a world of silence she could neither escape nor communicate with. There was no movement, no fl

ser to Mrs. Bosh. A gentle, heartfelt smile graced her lips as she halte

pull it closer. Her fingers lingered for a moment, as if offering warmth through touch alone. "I don't know if you

lass bottle from her bag-the sacred oil she had brought. She uncorked it, letting the delicate scent of jasmine and sandalwood dr

rs. Bosh's forehead. The touch was barely there, yet filled with reverenc

to your soul, ease to your body, and warmth to your heart. May the burden

tillness of the room. Then, as if guided by instinct, she took Mrs. Bosh's lifel

whispered with a polite smi

the faintest change in the air-an unspoken acknowl

determined to bring light into the shadow

ortment of delicacies, the soft clinking of porcelain echoed through the vast hallway. Just a

d closer. Jackson stepped into her path, his cold, piercing gaze fixed on he

e lowering her eyes and answering in a hushed ton

Without another word, he exhaled slowly, his presence alone enough to sen

er, as if escaping a silent storm. Jackson, however, remained rooted to the spot, his eyes d

ng him into an abyss of uncertainty. The corridor stretched endlessly before him, the weight of the emotions pressing ag

door, haulting his feet. The sound was warm, gentle-something foreign within these walls. His fi

smile adorned her lips, her eyes gleaming as she exchanged lighthearted words with the attending servant. There was a

is eyes, dark ,traced the delicate curve of her silhouette, drinking in every subtle movement she made. It was as though he feared t

t on Serena, but on his mother. And then-something shifted. He could have sworn her va

e world around him dimmed..He stumbled back instinctively, pressing h

Without another glance inside, he turned on his heel and walked away, his footsteps

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. The grand room of the club pulsed with sultry whispers and the rustling of bodies entwined in reckless abandon, yet he remained untouched by the

ng a performance staged for someone else. The sounds of pleasure, the gasps and moans that filled the air, we

ow drag from his cigarette, his face an unreadable mask of stone. No amusement, no

ension, as Jackson's voice rang out like a blade cutting throug

ov

ore turning toward him. Stanley and Mike exchanged glances, smirks tugging at

curiosity threading his voice, whil

e motion, exuding an aura of quiet authority that sent an unspoken ripple through the room. Wh

e the air pulse with something darker, heavier. His sharp gaze locked onto the sm

kers, exchanged another knowing glance

his voice dripping with wicked amusement as they sl

s that carried a hidden edge. A slow, knowing smile stretched across her

e, almost teasing. Her breaths came softer now, measured, as if savoring the thick tension crackli

shifted the atmosphere, bending it to his will. And as he stepped forward, the shadows seemed

lled his belt free, the sharp sound of leather sliding through metal slicing through the charged air. His fingers found

from his lips, low and firm, ig

ered. The heavy and long tool of jackson met her tongue, licking decadently as she savored its taste, her every motion laced with sinful d

rough her... A strangled gasp escaped the woman 's lips as her breath faltered, her body convulsing under the

think she can handle it." voices of mike and stanley dripping with taunt as they exchang

am of him. He is beyond your grasp." Both of them smirked, their

came to an abrupt halt. His sharp gaze snapped toward them, a f

hifted, a cold wave washing over the room. His stillness was unnerving-omin

swiftly steps down from the bed, his movements sharp and decisive, he turned on