Marissa made a conscious decision to invest her time in caring for her white foal and assisting with the other horses, immersing herself in the routine of the stable. Yet, amidst her tasks, she occasionally paused to observe Juan from afar, his figure visible through the window of his office. As she thought about ways to erase him from her heart, she struggled with the ongoing task of moving on and finding comfort in the daily routines of the ranch. Memories flooded Marissa's mind, transporting her to a time when everything was harmonious between them. Memories of Juan getting her ready for school and driving them there wrapped her with nostalgia. She treasured him for the many ways he showed his love, making her feel uniquely special among her siblings. The moment Juan completed college and decided to return to the ranch, Marissa felt a significant change in her life. It felt like a part of her essence was being carried away with him, as if he were taking a piece of her soul with hi
The next morning, Marissa joined the breakfast table, curious about the whereabouts of their parents, as she sat down. "Where's Mother and Father?"Carlos, the only one at the table, began to answer, "they went out...," but his words trailed off as he looked at Marissa. "Woow, Marissa, wearing lipstick. Who gave it to you? Danna or Mother?" Carlos questioned."Can't any change happen to me?" Marissa replied."Juan..." Carlos called out, capturing Juan's attention as he came towards the table.Marissa subtly licked her lips, her gaze dropping to her plate. "Wow, I can't believe Margarita cooked my favorite today," she stated, attempting to mask her nervousness with a mention of the food.Carlos examined the dish. "Come on, Marissa, this isn't your favorite," he countered, watching her take a bite of the potato."Juan..." Carlos said, catching Juan's attention as he took a seat opposite him.Juan looked at him."Don't you see some changes in Marissa today?" Carlos asked, his brows furro
Juan's fists were squeezed hard as his face twisted with worry and anger. "Drugs? This can't be true," he muttered as he looked at Marissa, who was just as shocked."I understand this must be difficult for you, Juan. We have evidence, and we're conducting a thorough investigation," Inspector Guerra assured them, his tone empathetic."What evidence do you have?" With a tense voice, Juan questioned."We received a tip about illegal activities in a casino. They are using drugs and gambling, and upon investigation, we found drugs in Ignacio's possession. He resisted arrest, making the situation more complicated," Inspector Guerra explained, handing Juan a folder with details of the case. "We are conducting a test on them; if the drug test is negative in his system, he will be released."Marissa, who was equally shocked and worried, put her hand on Juan's shoulder and offered him silent support while he went over the documents. "We need your cooperation to get to the bottom of this," Inspe
"It has been a few days already; how long are we going to lie to Mother and Father?" Carlos questioned as they sat in Juan's office.Juan, seated at his office desk, Marissa, and Carlos each occupied seats in front of him."Yes, Juan. Mother even asked when is he coming back; she and Father tried his number, but it's not reaching," Marissa added as Juan sighed."She also asked me. I told her maybe she should try again," Juan said, sucking his lower lip in deep thought."What do we do now, Juan?" Carlos asked."What do you guys think I should say?" Juan questioned. "Oh dear Mother, Father, your son is arrested and he is in jail with the charge of drugs. Is that it?" Juan asked sarcastically.Miguel walked inside the office, asking, "What did you just say?" He appeared extremely anxious and ill, with obvious symptoms of stress and illness on his face, giving the impression that he might pass out at any minute.They all stood up and gazed at him; Juan rushed to him and held him. "I will c
Juan laughed, a low, sweet sound that spread throughout the room. "Looks like you've gained an admirer," he said, his amused eyes glimmering."Are you feeling an inkling of jealousy, Juan?" Marissa questioned, a cheeky sparkle in her eyes.With a grin on his face, Juan extended his hand to grasp hers, kissing her fingers. "Jealous? Never." "Juan, you really shouldn't have told Ignacio that, you know the ranch and this mansion are yours, not ours."Juan lifted her chin with a comforting grin and warm, glowing eyes. "Don't fret, my love. Everything is fine. Even if Ignacio wins the bet, I'd gladly share because he's family, just like all of you.""Juan, you're truly a compassionate soul. Don't let anyone exploit your generosity.""Thinking of paying Juan a visit today; he must be missing you. His mamá," Juan proposed, giving a fun edge to his last words.Marissa smiled and replied, "I miss him too," as Juan took her hand and they walked out together.The stable welcomed Juan and Marissa
When Juan came into his room the following morning, he saw Marissa sitting on his bed with a laptop on her lap. "Good morning," she said with a kind grin on her face.Juan smiled back at her as he sat next to her and gave her a soft kiss on the temple. "We had breakfast together." With a cheeky smile, she said, "I'm talking to the love of my life right now. Why am I seeing the office laptop here?" she questioned, her face showing interest.Juan explained, "This is my own personal laptop; I also use it to save important documents." Closing the laptop, Marissa put it down and sat down on Juan's lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. She whispered, "I love you so much," kissing him and taking off his large brown coat.Juan felt for his phone in his coat and pulled it out as soon as it started ringing. He and Marissa both looked at the caller ID; Daniella's name was displayed along with a photo of Juan and Daniella kissing."Don't pick up the phone," Marissa pleaded.He answered the pho
Marissa stared at them in confusion, wondering what brought them to her room. "What are you all doing here?" she asked."Why didn't you come out for breakfast, and it's already noon?" Miguel questioned."I am sorry, Father. I couldn't sleep yesterday," she replied."I thought yesterday you told me that you were sleepy when you walked in with Ignacio?" Juan questioned.Marissa glared at him, annoyed, well aware of his attempt to provoke her. "Big brother, I am sorry I lied to you because I can see my future." "Don't talk to your brother like that," Miguel scolded."It's okay; we will go now. Why don't you take a nice shower, and Lara will bring your lunch?" Rosario suggested.Miguel walked out, followed by Rosario.Marissa fixed her gaze on Juan. "And don't you have anything to occupy yourself with?" she inquired, her hand gesturing dismissively. "Oh, I forgot—you're jobless. Why not go and call your perfect, beautiful fiancée, the one with the future ahead of her? A real model," she a
Juan and Marissa's nude bodies were crushed together, and he was moving with powerful, steady thrusts at first, then increasingly stronger. He tilted his body forward, rubbing into her clit with each movement of his hips. Then he began to move quicker, harder, and stronger, in and out, back and forth. He swelled inside her, pushing her further and activating every small nerve. She couldn't believe it as she felt another orgasm rise up inside her."Look at me," he commanded.She opened her eyes, and his gaze met hers. With one more powerful thrust, they both toppled over the edge. She shivered furiously in his arms, his own body shaking with spasms, and his gaze bore into hers. It was the third time they were having sex, within the river and on the delicate carpet they are on, and her entire body was shimmering with passionate heat and a never-ending thirst.She's Juan's presently and will continuously be, locked in by an everlasting vibe that screams deep feels and an unbreakable bo