The Billionaire's Desire

She raised her voice in disbelief at the contents of the solicitor's reading of her father's final will. There is no possibility that what her father requested of her was lawful for her to receive her rightful fortune. For God's sake, she was the only daughter!

"You heard what I said, hija. It was stipulated in the will; have a look." Attorney Jaime Elarcosa presented Daniella the scene in which she was adamantly opposed to believing.

"However, that was ludicrous! At this pace, how am I to find a man?" She screamed, losing her composure totally regardless of whether Paloma was present when the solicitor informed her that she could only access her fortune if she had a kid before her age exceeded the dates on a calendar. She turned thirtytwo months ago, which means she only has ten months left to follow her father's demands! However, regardless of how she views it, it was really ludicrous and insane!

They placed her father's body to rest last week. Gregory Reyes was still a youthful man at the age of sixtyfive, but he died as a result of a cardiac issue.

Because her father adored her, she believed it was implausible that he would coerce her into doing anything she disliked unless he was bullied! Indeed, he let her to do whatever she pleased and never questioned her decision to shun men or fall in love. Her eyes were darting at her stepmother, who sat across from her.

Daniella vividly recalled her Aunt Erlinda going insane when the guy she loved deceived her and she committed herself as a result. Furthermore, she couldn't forget how her mother got irascible and angry against her when Gregory was unable of reciprocating her affection.

Daniella made a commitment to herself in high school that she would never fall in love or let any man to grow too close to her. Daniella was certain that males were capable of duping any woman, and she was determined not to fall prey to love.

Ignore her father's money! She could live without her inheritance, but there was something, or rather someone, she would rather not have. Paloma, her stepmother, sat coyly on the chair opposite hers, listening to her scream. The bitch must be overjoyed that she would receive everything that belongs to her family in 10 months. Over her decomposing body! She could never let Paloma win... ever!

Paloma grinned as Daniella struggled to maintain her sat position due to her rage. She had been living with the girl for twenty years and yet could not consider her a mother. When Daniella scowled at her, Paloma responded with a look of her own, and their boiling eyes erupted into allout combat. She made every effort to capture Daniella's heart, but Gregory's daughter was too obstinate to accept her, and Paloma was forced to battle. Gregory saw them as equals, but Daniella saw them differently.

"So, how much time do you have remaining?" Paloma mocked Daniella immediately after the solicitor left.

"Why are you concerned? You must be thrilled to obtain everything! But… I will not permit you." She stated as she elegantly departed her father's library, which was where the will was read.

Paloma pursued her and attempted to apprehend the small creature. "However, Ella, who would be interested in you when you look like that?" She scrutinized the woman from head to toe, mocked her looks, and observed Daniella clench her fist and grind her teeth.

She had the audacity to look down on her! While she loved men's attire over women's, she was still 100 % female on the inside, and she would know how to charm a man...certainly. "Would you like to wager?"

“Sure. The winner takes it all," Paloma firmly said.

Daniella consented to Paloma's terms, but once inside the confines of her chamber, she became concerned. What if she fails? She walked back and forth, searching for solutions as to how she might win this fight against her cruel stepmother, and every second was critical!

However, she was hotblooded and adamant about winning...by any means necessary! Her father had taught her to never back down from a struggle in life, and he was wise to implant that belief in her.

The last will stipulated that she must provide an heir before reaching the age of thirtyone, and the solicitor made no mention of her marrying. Surely, she could devise a means of obtaining a kid, correct?

Daniella took her notepad and pen and began jotting down characteristics she desired in a partner. To begin, he must be educated and incredibly gorgeous, as she does not want her child to appear unattractive.

Her list was full after an hour. However, she found that the list was dominated by physical characteristics rather than character traits or attitudes. In general, she wanted someone who is stunning and skilled in bed, since she intended to do it just once. The male does not have to be wealthy. He merely needs to look beautiful and have a physique to die for. She chuckled as she pictured herself facing her dream man and shuddered at the prospect of becoming lost in his gaze.

She may try looking online, but internet dating is fraught with fraudsters, and she could be wasting her time. Her final alternative was to walk into the vast unknown in search of him. However, where would she travel?

She enumerated all the tourism hotspots in Cebu, beginning with Bantayan Island. She had read several positive reports about the island and desired to experience it for herself.

She was not a social person, and she seldom took vacations due to her intense emphasis on her profession. It was also exhausting and timeconsuming to be the executor of her father's estates.

Daniella desired to relive a childhood experience of being taken to Disneyland and Universal Studios by her parents. On her list, she listed the international tourism destination. Or perhaps she would enjoy herself first before wreaking havoc on herself. At that very time, she booked her travel to Hong Kong. She had to do it alone, since she didn't want anyone, particularly her evil stepmother, to find out where she was heading.

Her most recent international travel took place when she was ten years old and her mother was still living. However, Daniella did not like the event. Her parents intended to spend her birthday at Disneyland, but they quarreled the entire day, and she ended up sobbing and unhappy in her room.

However, instead of reminiscing about a sad past, she took a cab from the airport to her hotel, checked in, and paid the room's security deposit. She walked towards the elevator that would take her to the nineteenth level, where her room was located, a minute later.

She disliked elevators after viewing a number of Asian horror films in which a ghost or supernatural figure appeared in the lift. She attempted to regain her composure as the elevator filled with visitors. She overheard their chats and was relieved that there was other Filipinos present. However, on the fifteenth level, everyone except her and a guy wearing a face mask departed the elevator.

She was apprehensive and fearful. When the lift doors opened, she instantly exited and headed quickly to her room. As Daniella turned around, the man pursued her, which scared her. She clutched the card key hard in her palm and raced towards the door. She felt secure only while she was within the room.

The man who followed her may have been a visitor as well, as his room was likewise on the nineteenth floor. If he intended to hurt her, she would already be dead, correct? Feeling brave enough to explore alone, she changed into a more comfortable attire for the winter. Then, se paid a visit to the restaurant close to the front desk and ordered her supper despite the fact that it was still early.

She was then on her way out!

She contacted the front desk and demanded to speak with her neighbour. Finally, after ten attempts, someone picked up the phone. It was a man with a wellmodulated, pleasanttolistento voice. However, she was enraged and did not call to praise him. "Are you capable of muting your voice while having sex?" Without further ado, she informed him that she had the authority to report him to the front desk for producing a public disturbance.

When she was fed up, she decided to call the front desk and requested that her call would be connected to the room beside hers.

"Take care of your own business, sweetheart." The man responded, which enraged Daniella even more.

"How did you say that?" She yelled.

"Why don't you join us if you're bored?"

She hung up, fearful that she might lose control of her lashing tongue. Was she hearing correctly? Did he extend an invitation to her to join him? That bastard's nerve! Daniella was enraged as she returned to her bed and attempted to sleep.

Daniella awoke late the following morning, irritable and unmotivated to see any of the country's tourist attractions. She walked to the restroom, quickly showered, and then made her way down to the restaurant for breakfast. To be honest, she was famished!

She locked her gaze on the man from head to toe. To be honest, he did look fantastic and quite beautiful. The man was tall and slender, with his long hair pulled back at his temple in an untidy bun. She despised guys with long hair because they were untidy, but she could forgive him for it, and his blue eyes were an added plus. Tan complexion combined with blue eyes creates superhotness. What nationality may he be? She was perplexed!

She was caught looking at him once more! She shifted her focus to the steaming coffee and sipped it as quickly as she could. It was scorching, and she scalded her tongue! Daniella swore loudly, and the guy chuckled as if he had heard her. Alternatively, she simply assumed.

She then dropped her eyes and concentrated solely on her eating. Daniella returned to her room after breakfast to catch up on some sleep. Mr Blue Eyes approached her while she waited for the elevator, and he smiled at her. They were the only ones ascending, and she was delighted at the prospect of being confined in a tight area.

"Hello," he greeted.

Daniella nearly collapsed to the floor as he grinned at her. How did an angel come across her? “Hi. I apologize if you caught me earlier gazing," she said, and he nodded.

However, they were joined by a seductive woman who wasn't afraid to show the man how much she admired him. The lady inched closer to Mr Blue Eyes with her alluring body, and the bastard appeared to like it, and both of them left the elevator on the eighteenth level.

Daniella was dissatisfied that ladies flirted in plain daylight! It was her first time showing interest in the opposite sex, but it was doomed from the start. When she returned to her hotel room, she examined herself in front of the mirror. It was difficult to believe, yet her appearance was far from alluring or sensual. She exhaled heavily and covered herself from head to toe as she headed to bed.

However, she rose from her bed a few minutes later and opted to buy new attire at the secondfloor department store. She need a good outfit, but all she had in her suitcase were slacks and simple shirts. Who knows when she'll meet the ideal man in Hong Kong? Mr Blue Eyes was undoubtedly considered for the position...but she despised someone who flirted with random strangers.

Marcus needed to exit on the eighteenth floor to avoid Daniella suspecting him. He simply took the stairs up one story. He waited until the woman was already in her room before rushing into his. He made a mistake by following her to the elevator immediately following breakfast. He couldn't take the chance of being identified!

The second woman came in useful in reversing his mistake. What if he introduced himself to the woman as a potential suitor? That way, he would be visible to her lovely eyes and it would be simpler for him to do his duties. However, fate has other plans for Marcus.

"Hey, are you going anywhere?" Marcus waited for the appropriate moment to approach the woman waiting for the thirdfloor elevator. He only hoped she wouldn't recognize his voice. He hadn't seen a woman in a long time, and when an acquaintance from his younger years flirted with him, he didn't resist and let her into his apartment. He was unaware that the person of the adjacent room would have the audacity to summon him and instruct him to speak quietly.

Marcus was intrigued by Daniella and desired to learn more about her as a person, not as a detective. Yes, he was taken aback when she called last night, and Daniella's complaint was really impolite. He assumed her to be an intelligent woman, yet her callousness and rudeness were beyond his comprehension. So what if she overheard him having sex with a woman? Wasn't she supposed to remain silent and oblivious to them?

She stared at the man who attempted to arouse her. "How are you doing, where is your girlfriend?" Daniella inquired since he appeared to be alone and flirting with her.

"Oh, by the way, I'm still single...and available! May I have your name, Miss Lovely?" He was aware that flirting with his subject was not part of his work description, but he couldn't stop himself when Daniella appeared too fresh and attractive in the morning.

"Daniella, and yours, if that's all right?" She realized Mr Blue Eyes was a good talker, and she wondered whether ladies wouldn't fall for him with those abilities.

"Marcus Madrigal," he said, suddenly regretting having given the woman his true name.

Daniella smiled at Marcus and offered her hand. "However, it was a pleasure meeting you, Mr Madrigal," she stated.

"Ah, Dani, just call me Marcus." He was back, calling her Dani when they were not in close proximity.

She grew uneasy when he addressed her as Dani. Nobody addressed her as such. At home, she went by the name Ella, which she despised because it was too feminine; she preferred Dani, or was it because of him?

Daniella intended to just enjoy her trip, but after meeting him, she had to rethink her plans. She had an inspired notion for how Marcus Madrigal may be of assistance to her. Anyway, the man was a flirt and enjoyed dawdling, so he would not object to being exploited in that manner. She thought that everyone had a cost, and she would go to any length to obtain him.

"Hmmm, Marcus is a good fit for you. You have the appearance of an ancient gladiator, and I admire your eyes. They are blue and soulful," she asserted emphatically, without concern about the qualities that a respectable lady should possess.

Marcus was unsurprised by her candour. To be honest, he'd be surprised if she claimed to be someone she wasn't. "You're direct and honest...which I like," he responded, but the woman's deft manner of speaking scared him.

"I am aware. As a result, I believed we were now buddies." She started following their handshake. "If you require a companion here, contact me." She handed him her calling card and offered him a beautiful smile. Daniella believed she saw him make a facial expression as she handed him her card but opted to disregard it.

She was well aware that he was a buffoon, but who cares? She needed just his body and the sperm he could inject into her womb! "I see; I'll see you then."

She avoided looking him in the eye and remained silent inside the elevator. To be honest, she was upset by his recent statement that he didn't require a companion but was always willing to welcome a lady into his bed. She felt compelled to tell him the truth in order to reclaim her pride. "On which floor?" She dared to inquire when she discovered he had forgotten to punch his floor number, and she was naturally inquisitive.

"Nineteen," he said.

Daniella clutched the railing, as she felt herself collapsing with excitement. When she observed his troubled look, another thought occurred to her. "Oh no," she said, massaging her brow and tightening her grip on the handle. She gradually slumped her body into his muscular hands, admiring herself for being such a wonderful performer.

"Are you all okay, Daniella?" Marcus rushed to her aid and caught her just as she was about to fall to the floor. When she failed to respond, he was forced to carry her outside and into her room. Marcus rummaged in her bag outside her hotel room door, looking for the card key.

Daniella was perplexed as to how Marcus was able to determine her specific room number prior to discovering the card key. Could he be a nextdoor neighbor or the resident of the room just across from hers? Regardless, the moment had not yet come to ask him those questions. The critical point was that her strategy had worked...exceptionally brilliantly.

Marcus positioned the woman on bed, then massaged her fingers and lightly pressed on the tender place between her thumb and index finger. He discovered that it was an effective method for Daniella to regain consciousness.

Because the manner he squeezed and massaged the area between her two fingers had become unpleasant, she chose to reawaken and stirred in bed.

"At long last, you're awake. How are you feeling?" Marcus enquired.

"I am quite OK, thank you." She responded.

“Good,” Marcus stood and moved towards the door to go out.

Daniella was unhappy because her plan included flaws. She sprang from her bed and walked towards him before he could turn the doorknob to open it. "I was unable to express my gratitude," she remarked as she stopped him from leaving.

"It's all right. By the way, I had no idea you can act pretty well." Marcus remarked. He was not so naive when she began acting strangely on the elevator.

Daniella's eyes widened in panic. Thus, he was aware and yet remained silent and unresponsive. What would be her next course of action? Plan A has failed, and she will never again have the opportunity to be this close to him!

She examined his hands with care, and before he could open the door, she rushed quickly and smacked him with a bottle of wine. There should never be another blunder, so she made certain to strike him hard.

Marcus fell to the ground, and she masked her cry. She knelt and pressed a finger across his nose to determine whether he was still breathing. What she did previously was dangerous, and it could have killed someone! After confirming that he was still alive, she pushed mightily to get his strong frame into her bed. She made progress gradually, and once he was on the bed, she searched for something she could use to restrain him.

"I'm sorry," she said softly in his ear. She then rummaged through her suitcase for anything she might use to immobilize him.

She was relieved when she discovered the shrink wrap on her bag. There were oddities in the airport, such as someone slipping an illicit substance or a gunshot into another passenger's suitcase. As a precaution, she purchased a shrink wrap to secure her baggage yesterday. While this may sound absurd, several tourists managed quite well.

Daniella covered Marcus' body in shrink wrap from shoulder to toes, much like she would a food item she wished to preserve in the refrigerator. He appeared to be rather amusing, and it would be a waste not to photograph him in shrink wrap. The camera snapped numerous times, and she only stopped shooting pictures when she realized she was squandering her important time on trivial matters.

“I’m really sorry but I hope you will cooperate,” she whispered.

As soon as he discovered what the lady had done to his body, he exclaimed that he looked like a mummy, wrapped in white plastic and unable to move. Then he recalled the moment when something unexpected struck him. "What do you require of me? “Dani! What have you done with me?" Marcus' jaw was clenched and his teeth were gritted as he awaited her response.

"Make me pregnant," Daniella responded.

“WWhat?” When he heard her response, his voice exploded within the hotel room. However, she may be kidding. "You're joking," he said.

"Do I appear to be joking? Certainly not," she asserted.

Marcus came to the conclusion that Daniella Reyes was insane. What a waste; the woman was stunning and seductive, as well as intelligent. "There is no reason to tie me up this way if all you wanted to do was have sex with me. I can make it more enjoyable for you, darling, so, untie me now!" He directed and attempted to persuade her.

"I'm not looking for a nice experience, Marcus." She responded. "I like you and you appear to be the ideal father for my child," she continued.

No, it appeared as though he had no means of escaping from the insane woman. When he lost Arianna, he considered getting a vasectomy to avoid having children again, but the notion was forgotten when he moved to Hacienda Velasquez, and he now regretted not having one. What if Daniella forced herself on him, resulting in pregnancy? He would be compelled to perform something he despised.

"You're rather lovely, Dani. I'm sure other men in this building will want to have you." He stated this in the expectation that she would release him. "You don't have to go this low," he attempted to convince her, but upon looking into her eyes, he saw desperation, dread, and misery.

"An admirable attempt, Marcus, however, my mind is made up when I chose you," Daniella responded.

Marcus was confronted with the truth that nothing was more hazardous than a mad lady at that moment. "You cannot treat me this way! I've got job to do, and"

"How much is it?" She cut him off in the midst of his explanation. "Put a price on it, Mr. Madrigal."

"I am not in need of your funds, Dani! Allow me to depart and I will quickly forget about this occurrence!”

"I'm sorry," she remarked as she removed the pet cone from his neck because it appeared to be causing him discomfort. "Behave, or I'll reattach this to your neck!" She admonished him.

Marcus showed no fear in the face of her warning regarding the pet cone. "I'm not sure why you're being forced to do this, Dani." His voice was quiet, like that of a father explaining something to his daughter.

"Will you just shut your mouth?" She shouted at him as she unzipped and took down her trousers. Her blouse then fell to the floor. Daniella hesitated to undress while his gaze was fixed on her, but she told herself that now is not the time to be timid. "Now, remain still and do not move." She commanded, despite the fact that the shrink wrap would make it impossible for the guy to move freely.

His eyes widened as she carefully removed her underpants, and she did it without hesitation. Marcus was fearful that the woman may have a sexually transmitted disease due to her experience. He was a tough person, he reminded himself again as he searched for a way out of Daniella's clutches.

Daniella shook her head as Marcus struggled to release himself from the shrink wrap. "Stop moving!” She shouted at him.

"No! You should be the one to be reasonable! Let me go right now!" Marcus reacted as he noticed the scissor in her palm was heading straight for his peak.

She sliced a hole near his zipper with the scissor. It was sufficient for her to unzip his pants and expose his manhood. When his erection sprung up from his boxers, she shrieked. Marcus was unquestionably a sex bomb!

He averted his gaze when Daniella began to touch him. It was delicate, and he despised himself for reacting to her touch. Or should he claim that he has replied to her suggestion of coercing him...even earlier?

"You are disrespectful...and selfcentred!" He blamed her as the lady abruptly ascended to the heights of his erect manhood.

For a moment, she was confused about whether to let him go or not, but as she glanced towards his massive erection, she panicked. “I I don’t know what to do,” she admitted the truth.

“Then, untie me, and it will be easier. Let’s do it the right way,” he answered.

She was sceptical about his statement but she decided to trust him. Slowly, she untied him, unwrapped him, and set him free. However, before he has the time to move away from her, she positioned herself on top of him.

He gasped in surprise, but it was too late! His body reacted differently at their close proximity. “What are you doing?”

She was frightened by the friction she created while moving around him and chastised herself for loving the sensation of his manhood pressing against her clitoris.

Daniella sat on top of his manhood and attempted to bury the abrasive muscle within her, but it would not pass. She attempted once more and failed. Her forehead was drenched in sweat as she continued to walk.

Marcus smiled discreetly when he understood Daniella was not an experience seeker. According to her movement, she was a novice or perhaps a firsttimer. When he heard her curse loudly, he knew she was frustrated. While he may be excited, he would never assist her.

Never!

However, she continued to rub herself against his erection, and for heavens sake, he was hardly a saint! Daniella's bare figure was even more stunning when she sat on him. Marcus chastised himself for his admiration of her unappreciated beauty. Daniella appeared oblivious of her beauty, which made her even more appealing to him. However, it must come to an end! Marcus attempted to divert his attention away from his thoughts by visualizing the horses and cows at Hacienda Velasquez.

Marcus felt her eyes were just captivating, and that was the worst mistake he had ever made. Daniella's eyes were so expressive and lively that when he gazed, he was immediately immersed in their depth.

Marcus attempted to shift his attention and thoughts for the second time, but it was too late. He was immediately taken with the woman's attractiveness, and his body reacted to her little and uncertain motions.

The silky flesh rubbing against the tip of his manhood was already moist, and Marcus was well aware that the woman would eventually succeed in taking him completely.

"No!” He protested when the woman used her hand to guide his erection inside her, and then, he cautioned her. Marcus observed her gorgeous eyes widen as her body was pierced by anguish. As she scolded him for his size, a single tear ran down her face. "Are you all right?" He inquired, to which the woman replied with another curse.

"I was not advised that it is really painful!"

She stared daggers at Marcus for having the audacity to inquire about her wellbeing. Naturally, she was not fine! She would never be normal again unless the strange item that connected their bodies was removed from her. She moaned in agony as she attempted to move and extricate herself from Marcus.

"This is going to kill me! Shit, this is going to kill me!"

For the nth time, she cursed him, and she cursed her ignorance about the agonizing process of fusing two bodies. However, why did individuals appear to appreciate it while it was unbearably painful?

"Didn't I warn you?" Marcus arched his brows as he locked his gaze on her.

Daniella wanted to weep for a minute and was terrified to move away from him. She had the sensation that her body was being split in half! "You should have informed me of your size!" She ultimately blamed the wrapped man, and Marcus burst out laughing.

"Are you serious, Dani?" You expected me to warn you about it? You are an improbable lady!" Marcus was enraged and frustrated.

He was upset with himself since he wasn't sure how much longer he could stand being buried inside her body and unable to move. If he decided to be a savage, it would be traumatizing for her, which enraged him. Why would he care about her first encounter when it was the woman who desired it in the first place?

Daniella supported herself by placing her hands on his chest. Her lower body was numb from inactivity for an extended period of time, and she want to alter her posture.

As she dropped her body towards his chest, both of her large breasts dangled in front of his gaze, and he was enticed to taste her softness. He closed his eyes as Daniella began to slide away from him, raising her buttocks. Marcus considered this as he fought his need and lust from taking over his sanity.

She gradually lifted her bottom away from him, but returned to her old position when it became too uncomfortable. Then she attempted again and again, until she realized his eyelids were closed firmly.

He did his best to contain it, but her small up and down motions gave him so much pleasure that he felt expanded while within her body. Daniella must have felt it as well, since it was written all over her face.

She no longer felt the ache, and something more pleasant and pleasant took its place. It was hot and ticklish. To be honest, she preferred the new sensation, and she finally understood why men would murder for a woman.

"Oh, now I like it." She stated, oblivious to the fact that her actions had wreaked havoc on the man.

He was not a hypocrite, and denying that he loved her company was the height of hypocrisy. As it had already occurred, the least he could do was appreciate the moment and disregard the implications.

Daniella's motions got more daring, and she rocked her body against his in a rhythmic pattern that caused Marcus to lose control and he was unable to stop his body from seeking relief. He moaned in the manner of a wounded tiger, relieved and satiated. Marcus moved his body and matched her every movement till she found her own pleasure when his seed was implanted within her womb.

She was taken aback as she felt the hot liquid coursing through her. While Daniella relished the historic moment of her first orgasm, she felt she had succeeded in her endeavor to conceive. However, when she tried to detach herself from him, he didn’t let her. She narrowed her eyes at the man, but he just chuckled in response.

“Now, it’s my turn,” he announced, and before she knew it, their position has changed, and he was on top of her.

In the end, she got what she wanted. She lost her virtue, and if she would be luckier, then, she would give birth soon! She should be happy but she couldn’t be happy. She felt there was something wrong, and she did something wrong just to fulfill something in a stupid testament.

Following the wonderful moment, she felt sad for the ladies, since the procedure of childbirth was so cruel and barbarous. While it was true that she felt something pleasant in between, it was insufficient to compensate for her lost virtue, and once the act was through, she was at a loss for what to do next.

However, what if she failed to conceive on her first attempt? Was she to ask Marcus to do it again, or would any male suffice?

As his manhood shrunk in size, she had little difficulty separating herself from him. Prior to going to the bathroom to wash, her eyes were stuck to his regular size and determined that it did not appear as threatening when she was weary. Following her selfcleansing, she fetched a damp towel and wiped him.

“Did you have a good time?” He inquired, and her cheeks suddenly became crimson red.

"Yes, thank you,” she replied.

“Can I go now?”

"Of course," she said as she redressed and collected her checkbook to sign a cheque. "This is a cashier's check, Marcus. Utilize it wisely," she advised him.

"I don't need your money!" Marcus yelled!

CHAPTER 6

She was awakened from her profound slumber at three o'clock in the afternoon. She was hungry and went to the kitchen to get something to eat, but she lost her appetite when she saw the nasty witch!

"We need to speak, Ella," Paloma explained.

Daniella lifted her eyebrows at Paloma as she sat in her chair. "As far as I am concerned, there is nothing to discuss." She refused to be referred to as Mama or Mother. She despised Paloma ever since she became a member of her family.

"Do you recall what was written in Greg's final will and testament?" Her purpose was not to anger Daniella, but her apathy compelled her to be a cruel stepmother.

"That I would receive nothing until I have a child? You are aware that this is ludicrous, Madam."

"Indeed, that was ridiculous. However, our arrangement was not," she reminded her of the wager they made that day.

Daniella gave an impolite grin. "Well, see," she responded confidently, but on the heart, she prayed Marcus was strong enough to make her pregnant in only one attempt.

Otherwise...

"Pardon me, Miss Paloma, Miss Daniella, but Attorney Elarcosa was in the living room and he indicated that it was essential." Patty, one of the domestic staff, alerted both ladies of the solicitor's arrival.

"Please direct him to the library; we'll meet him there." Paloma was the first to recover from the shock of the solicitor's unexpected arrival after the will had already been read.

Daniella was intrigued by the solicitor's surprise visit and decided to accompany Paloma to the library.

"It's wonderful to see both of you," Attorney Jaime Elarcosa greeted the woman who had just arrived in Greg's library to join him.

"Likewise, Attorney. How about you? How have you been?" Daniella inquired of the elderly gentleman who was seated in her father's enormous swivel chair.

"Please have a seat," he requested.

"Is there a problem, attorney?" Paloma was taken aback by his facial expression, which indicated that something was wrong.

"I'd want to begin by apologizing to you, Ella dear. It's unpleasant to admit, but I made an error when I read Greg's final will and testament." He proceeded to explain, and both women nodded.

“Mistake? What do you mean?" Daniella inquired evasively.

"I neglected to read your father's amended will a few weeks before he died," he said.

"Hmm, attorney, why don't you read it now?" Daniella crossed her legs as she awaited the solicitor's reading to begin.

She prayed for Paloma's soul as the attorney began reciting her father's final will and testament. She was well aware that the woman will erupt in wrath and may attempt suicide as a result of her defeat.

However, there were no significant revisions to the will. Paloma nevertheless received what she deserved, and Daniella was enraged. She desired to question as to what had become of Gregory's condition that she must fulfill before inheriting anything, but refrained.

However, it still took her breath away that the most desired home on a remote beach with the greatest seaview in Oslob was suddenly hers. Her father adored the lovely and wispy Paloma Murillo, which caused her to wonder that the home would be handed on to his second wife.

"He was very wealthy, attorney!" Daniella responded to the fact that her trust fund included a whopping fifty million dollars.

"Ella, he is a prudent investor."

"However, what became of the condition specified in his original testament?" Either the solicitor neglected to say it or she did not hear it previously.

"Greg was joking at the time," he said, smiling as he recalled his friend's expression that day.

“Meaning?” Daniella pressed him on his assertion that her father was joking at the time.

"That is, you are not required to have a child to receive anything. With regards to the cash, you now have complete access to it," he continued, handing her a passbook.

However, Daniella couldn't care less about the amount of money in her passbook. She was deaf to everything and could only think of the rash mistake she had taken in Hong Kong with Marcus Madrigal. Not only was it irresponsible, but it was a complete nightmare!

"Are you all okay, Ella?" Paloma inquired when she observed her pallor.

"I am OK," she said. However, she may be OK despite having lost her virginity to Marcus and the possibility of being pregnant soon!

When attorney Jaime Elarcosa completed his work as Gregory's solicitor, he waved farewell. "I'm only a phone call away, ladies, if you need me."

Paloma nodded, but her gaze remained fixed on Ella. Her maternal instincts alerted her to the fact that something was wrong with Daniella. "Is there something wrong?" she said in the tone of a mother speaking to her children.

Daniella's standard reaction to Paloma's enquiry was "none of your business," and she stormed out of the library to be alone.

Paloma choked back her cries as she watched Daniella go away. She had been patient with her for twenty years, but Greg's daughter was still refusing to accept her. Karma was a scumbag, and she got exactly what she deserved for abandoning her own child in favour of Ella. Perhaps it’s time for her to return to her own family.

Daniella, on the other hand, has taken a place in her heart, and she couldn't abandon her, especially given Gregory's recent death. The only reason she desired complete control over their riches was to punish her. Paloma felt certain that Daniella would achieve a great deal without her money. She was deep in thinking about how to win Daniella's heart when her phone rang.

"When are you coming home, Ma? I'm missing you."

"I'm sorry, Lilian. Greg recently died, and I am unable to leave Daniella alone," she stated, but her daughter shouted and refused to listen, then hung up. Lilian was very justified in being enraged with her. That was exactly what any daughter would do!

CHAPTER 7

Daniella was not ecstatic about her pregnancy. She had not yet taken a pregnancy test, but she was aware of her body and the signals. Her nose had grown hypersensitive to odours, and she felt the want to vomit the next morning. Her appetite had shifted as well, and she was no longer interested in eating her favourites. Recently, she has preferred foods that are oilfree, such as vegetable soups with a higher proportion of leafy greens.

She was repulsed by the odours of meat, seafood, and fragrances. What was frightening was that she looked forward to seeing Paloma's face each day. Could humans undergo dramatic changes? They were similar to a mouse and a cat a few weeks earlier. Indeed, she grabbed a picture frame from Paloma and transported it to her room.

If she was aware that pregnancy was not easy, she should have avoided attempting to retain what was hers and instead let Paloma triumph. She was rash, and she got exactly what she deserved.

She was so absorbed in her thoughts that she was surprised by Patty's words. “What?” She lashed out at Patty.

"Someone was searching for you, but your mother is refusing to allow him in. She stated that his identification needed to be verified by you," Patty responded.

"What’s his name?" She was not expecting anyone to pay her a visit.

"Your mother pressed me for time, and as a result, I neglected to take his name," she said uncomfortably. Daniella's face conveyed her displeasure at her intrusion. "However, he appeared to be a foreigner; his eyes were blue, and he was very tall." Patty persisted.

When Patty mentioned his blue eyes, only one person immediately sprang to mind. However, that could not be him. Perhaps a lost tourist? She thanked Patty and examined her reflection in the mirror. Given the humidity outdoors, she chose a cotton and flowery summer dress.

Daniella pulled her long hair back into a ponytail, powdered her face, and of course, applied lip colour to conceal her pallor. Paloma approached the man as he was conversing.

"Who is looking for?" She enquired.

"Hello, Dani," Marcus said as he extended his hand to meet her, and what followed was completely unexpected.

Daniella lost unconscious, and he was forced to bring her inside, followed by the woman who introduced herself as Paloma. Marcus considered the possibility that she was acting once more. However, Paloma worried and immediately directed the lady she dubbed Patty to get a doctor.

"There is no reason for a doctor," he said, preventing Patty from leaving.

"Who are you to make such a statement?" Paloma scolded Marcus for interfering with their family business.

"My name is Marcus Madrigal, Ma'am, and I'm worried that your daughter is pregnant with my child.”

“Daniella?” Paloma burst out laughing at the most amusing joke she had ever heard in her entire life. "You're joking," she said.

"Let's wait and see whether she believes me," Marcus challenged Paloma, who continued to deny Daniella's pregnancy.

"However, that is impossible! Who would have the audacity to do such a thing to her? She had not had a boyfriend since she was born!" Paloma maintained that Daniella could not be pregnant.

When he observed Dani had recovered consciousness and stirred, he approached her and inquired. "Are you okay, Dani?"

Daniella remained silent and pretended infirmity, but Paloma was quick to respond to the man's inquiry.

"Ella, what is he referring to when he says you're pregnant?" Paloma inquired and awaited Daniella's response.

Daniella closed her eyes and refused to speak about it, but her stepmother persisted in her inquiries. "What difference does it make if I am?" Paloma's eyes widened in amazement as she answered with a question.

"If you are, you are compelled to marry the bastard who conceived you." Paloma announced, glaring at Marcus Madrigal.

Marcus did not flinch in the face of Paloma's gaze, but he was taken aback by Daniella's laughter. "Is there anything amusing?"

"Don't you think Paloma is being amusing? Are you marrying me because I'm pregnant? Incredible!" She reasoned with Paloma, but the elder lady slammed the table in rage.

“Right. Marriage is not the sole option. We can just terminate the pregnancy,” Marcus proposed, and he came dangerously close to losing his hearing as both ladies cursed at him.

The prospect of marriage was startling, but when Marcus proposed abortion, she nearly sprung from her seat and attacked him. Daniella found Paloma's response amusing, considering her stepmother, who usually appeared royal and appropriate, had cursed Marcus.

"You have the audacity to say that!" Paloma yelled at the man who was sitting comfortably in their sofa. She was enraged when the bastard recommended aborting Daniella's pregnancy instead of declining her marriage proposal.

"I'm not ready,” he admitted.

"Marcus, my child will be fine without you. Simply leave now or my mother will shoot you with her shotgun," she said, but the guy remained seated and unafraid to look them in the eyes.

"Are you going to let him go? Ella, are you insane? Once he walks out the door, he will never return, and you will be permanently damaged!" Paloma objected to Daniella's easy departure of the bastard. Certainly not!

"Please, Ma, leave us alone." Daniella pleaded with Paloma to leave them alone, as she desired to speak quietly with Marcus.

Paloma walked away from the hostile pair, her mind occupied with devising a strategy for rescuing Greg's daughter from shame. She knew she would do the right thing as her mother, and she was certain Gregory would agree if he was still alive.

"All right, great, but please make a choice, sweetheart." Daniella regarded her as a mother for the first time, which was gratifying.

"I understand why you were anxious to conceive, Dani." Marcus stated immediately upon their arrival alone in the living room. “Are you serious about this?"

"I am not quite as callous as you, Marcus. You are correct; I am no longer required to have children, but how can you expect me to murder her even before she is not yet born? Please go now or I will call the cops," she said. How could he possibly be so inconsiderate toward their unborn child? Whatever her motive for being pregnant, she would never terminate the child.

"I will not leave until you agree to my idea!" As with you, I am entitled to do anything I choose with your pregnancy! Now, I'm admonishing you to abort!" He urged her to terminate the pregnancy.

Daniella was astounded by his obstinacy. "I'm telling you for the nth time that abortion is not an option. Now, either leave or go to HELL!" She lashed out at him. Her tolerance has worn thin as a result of his refusal to listen.

"Please, Dani..." he pleaded.

She was emotionally spent from her battle for her unborn child's right to life and sight. “Please….just leave.”

CHAPTER 8

Marcus fell silent for a few period and simply gazed at the woman who was too stubborn to terminate her pregnancy. To be sure, she might be an excellent mother for their child...

"Are you finished at this point?" Paloma entered the living room, carrying a tray of refreshments with her. She approached the quarreling couple and presented them with a glass of the cold beverage she had prepared herself in the kitchen. "You must be thirsty, judging by the noises coming from the kitchen," she added, intending to embarrass them.

They were both adults, so how come they couldn't communicate in a polite manner? After a few minutes, the Tylenol she had added with their beverages began to take action. Marcus and Daniella both fell asleep. Paloma sneered at them and sat across from them, her legs crossed.

"You tainted the beverage!" Marcus expressed his dissatisfaction when he thought something was amiss with his body. He was drowsy despite the fact that he had had enough sleep the night before, and who would feel sleepy immediately after sipping a cold juice?

Paloma pursed her lips but remained silent. She remained silent and only observed. She may be incorrect, but sometimes a person must take a risk in order to accomplish a goal.

Daniella casted a glance towards Paloma to ascertain Marcus' assertion regarding the lethal drink, but her stepmother only grinned, indicating that the guy was correct. She was demoralized to learn that Paloma was so nasty as to murder her.

"Isn't this the ideal crime? Marcus will be used as a scapegoat for my assassination!" She shouted at the elder lady and aimed daggers at her, but Paloma simply lifted her brows and sat there, undoubtedly anticipating them right in front of her eyes. "You are heinous!"

"Perhaps I am. In any case, there is only one way to withstand the poison. Get married immediately or I shall withhold the antidote!" Paloma responded.

Marcus was aware of how Daniella acquired her erratic conduct in Hong Kong. As mother, as daughter. "You've lost your mind!" Marcus became enraged at Daniella's mother. "All right, I'm going to marry her!" He needed to make a decision that would temporarily preserve his life.

"Marcus, you are wise." Paloma stated as she summoned the mayor, who was awaiting her signal. The Judge was opposed to the hasty marriage, and Paloma had to use some of her sleeve cards to persuade him. Following the ceremony, the paper work may begin.

Daniella was taken aback when she saw her godfather approach the living room, his face contrite towards her.

"Greetings, Ella. I understand your reluctance to allow this man to marry another lady. He's rather handsome, in any case; let's proceed with the ceremony now."

Daniella pinched her brow at his words, but he proceeded with the ceremony and five minutes later, they were proclaimed husband and wife. Marcus kissed her lips as Paloma photographed the incident to prove that a wedding took transpired within their home. It happened so quickly that her thoughts was still someplace else.

"I'm delighted for you, Ella. Are you pleased that he has become yours?" Edwin inquired about her goddaughter following the ceremony. He desired to join them in celebrating, but Paloma informed him that Daniella desired to be alone with her new spouse. "Look after Ella, Marcus. "I wish you all a happily ever after," he remarked as he said his farewells to everyone.

"Edwin, hold on," Paloma pleaded with Gregory's buddy, thanking him for being present at the appropriate time.

"Perfect. Tell everyone we're going on a trip, Patty!" Paloma announced following Edwin's departure. She had previously reserved numerous accommodations on Sumilon Island. "In fifteen minutes, we're going," she continued, and Patty rushed up to alert everyone. "Ella, you remain here with Marcus while I take care of everyone," she added.

"You...are you going to abandon me? Are you with him?" Daniella was taken aback by what Paloma had said. How could she have blind faith in Marcus? He may be an assassin or a thief who simply waited for the right moment to attack.

"You are now a wedded pair!" Paloma stated before entering her bedroom to get her belongings for the trip.

She understood why her father admired Paloma. The lady was fiery, intelligent, and possessed an independent mind. "Wait a minute; where is the antidote?" She inquired as to when Paloma would return with her backpack and was prepared to depart. After what happened, she nearly forgot about it.

"Sorry, there is no antidote," Paloma responded and shifted her gaze away from her.

"Did you mislead us? How audacious are you? Mom!” She yelled at the lady in frustration. When she glanced at Marcus, his face was pale and he was most likely afraid of dying. Who wouldn't?

"Ella, there is no poison. It's simply a sleeping tablet, and the dosage was incorrect. Consider him; he's simply sleepy!" She stated as her hips moved away from them.

CHAPTER 9

He should have seen it sooner, but in her defense, Dani's acting was excellent, and she learned it from Paloma. Both ladies conned him, and he fell for it for the second time! “Nice acting,” he stated.

"What are you referring to? That I desired your marriage? My God, you're insane to believe that!" How could he accuse her of acting just to obtain a marriage. "Let's cancel it," she said as she walked towards the kitchen for a snack.

Marcus couldn't find his phone as his tiredness subsided, despite the fact that it had been in his pocket before the wedding. He walked over to the telephone, intending to contact Samuel, but when he picked it up, there was no dial tone. He cursed, "Fuck." Was he intending to take up residence in her home like a prisoner? He could not permit such a thing. Over his dead body!

Marcus made his way to the main door, but it was securely locked from the outside. Indeed, not just the entrance, but also the windows. When he surveyed the whole area, he discovered that everything was secured from the outside. He was irritated when he couldn't discover a way out of Daniella's house or life.

"Would you kindly sit?" Daniella was astonished to find him in the kitchen, but she opted to ignore him, despite the fact that his continual pacing made her dizzy.

"Tell me, Dani, is there a secret entrance in the basement that would allow me to escape?" Marcus inquired of her when his intellect was unable to provide an answer.

"Just wait a day or two till they return from their trip," she remarked calmly, stuffing her teeth with the homemade watermelon salad. "Have a seat if you're hungry." He was invited by her. If you are not hungry, please proceed upstairs. You may select from the available guest accommodations." She notified him.

She desired that he spend the night in their guestroom? She was just remarkable! She had imposed herself on him and now she did not wish for him to enter her chamber. "I would want to express my gratitude for your hospitality, Mrs. Madrigal. You cannot, however, compel me to sleep in one of your bedrooms. Now that I am your spouse, it is only natural that we shall share a room." He couldn't trust Daniella just yet, and who knew what was going on in her tiny mind? He should keep an eye on her!

"How lovely. However, you are not permitted to sleep in my room!" Was he insane? Daniella came dangerously close to falling out of her chair when he offered sleeping in the room she was in.

"I will reclaim what is mine now that we are married!" His voice resounded across the entire kitchen, almost frightening Daniella. Almost, since she approached him with a lethal gaze.

"Such as what?" she inquired.

"Wedding night. That is the very least you can do, Dani, after wrecking my life." He spoke such remarks as calmly as a sea without a storm.

Daniella arched her brows and locked her gaze on his. "You have to be insane." To be sure, if he want to die sooner, he was welcome to join her tonight.

"I must be, and it's all your fault...wench!" Marcus responded.

Daniella felt Marcus was kidding, but when nightfall arrived, he utilized his might to gain access to her bedroom. She could see him comfortably seated in the couch, enjoying a television show, from her resting posture. The light was dimmed so he wouldn't see she was looking at him.

He abruptly stripped naked in front of her eyes, shocking her. Although anything had occurred between them in Hong Kong, she paid little attention to his physique and the situation had changed. Was he intending to use her in the same way she exploited him in Hong Kong? Was he about to inflict his vengeance on her? She murmured, 'Oh no,' and wrapped herself in the comforter.

When Marcus noticed her gazing, he decided to put on a show for her and stripped down to his underwear. Marcus grinned at the woman who dared to try her techniques to get him on bed. She covered herself with a duvet. He approached Daniella, teasing her even more. "I'm going to shower now; would you want to join me?" By the way, could you please procure a towel for me, darling wife?"

Her nostrils flared as the guy delighted in taunting her with his nakedness. "Please obtain it on your own. I'm too exhausted to get up," she lied.

"Hmm, I'm considering taking a shower later and sleeping now." He stated as he attempted to lie beside Daniella.

Daniella sprang from her bed and rushed to the cabinet to retrieve a clean towel for him. "Here," she said, handing him the towel.

Marcus laughed as he walked to the restroom. Things have only gotten better and more exciting with Daniella. Who would have guessed she was so pure and adorable? "Bring it on, Dani. Join me," he invited her to join him in the shower for the second time before entering the bathroom.

"Thank you, but no thank you. In fact, I bathed just once a week, and occasionally only once a month. "I don't much enjoy washing myself, you know," she said. To be sure, it was the man who began first. He want war? Fine!