TRACE DIMAGIBA

CHLOE'S POV

June 2021

23rd Street, New York, USA

"Chloe McIntyre! Wait!"

I stopped in my tracks when I heard his voice. Oliver James, my handsome boss and the CEO of the company where I've been working for a year.

Being one of the junior interior designers, it was my ladder to keep him close. This guy was the man of my dreams. Why the hell not? He was a perfect gentleman, wealthy, and had a good heart. Twenty per cent of his company's earnings were distributed to his chosen charities. He's just too good to be true, and... he's mine.

Wondering the possible reason, I stood beside my car and waited for him to come closer.

"Hey, Oliver!" I smiled at him.

He was almost catching his breath when he finally stood before me. "Going home already?"

"Ah, yeah," I said, tucking loose strands of hair behind my ear. "What's the matter? Do you need anything?"

"Well, I just wanna ask you something." He shrugged.

It felt like heaven as we exchanged glances. He seemed to be musing in his deep thoughts, so I took the chance to smize him all to my heart's content. Oliver was thirty-eight, while I am twenty-three. It's a fifteen-year age gap, yet it didn't matter. I believed he was mature enough to handle relationships, unlike others who were just after sex and everything that goes with it.

Then I remember Carly, my older sister. Since my sister graduated with flying colours, she had a handful of companies to work with. Nonetheless, New York had been our top priority to hustle with. This was our dream and to-go place since we were kids. We wanted to be free and live self-reliant lives, and we made it. When I finished college, I'd been with Carly. We're living independently here.

But six months ago, Carly's life turned upside down. I found her in bed, bathed in her pool of blood. Carly committed suicide, and the name and words written on the wall were 'Trace Dimagiba. I hate you!'

After that, Carly lived with my parents in California because she was diagnosed with severe depression. The reason? She fell in love with a douchebag. I knew nothing about her fucktard boyfriend, but I knew my sister well. My sister is very conservative, so I don't understand why Trace Dimagiba dropped her like a hot potato. Carly trusted him, but all she got was misery. I hate that man! Send him to the devil, and I would celebrate, sure. To this day, I cannot accept why that bastard hurt my sister. Carly was a respectable, exceptional woman with a heart for the less fortunate. My sister was a devoted volunteer for charities that helped orphans.

"Hey, um, are you free on Saturday?" Oliver disturbed my thoughts about Carly.

I gaped at Oliver. Oh, gee! How could I forget about him? Jeez! I nodded slowly and looked straight into his eyes. "Oh, I'm sorry, I spaced out."

"No worries," Oliver chuckled and added, "So, are you available? Saturday night, I mean."

"Sure. Saturday, then," I replied enthusiastically.

The butterflies in my stomach danced gloriously as I gazed at his dreamy, expressive eyes. He's obviously into me, just as I am into him. This was possibly my shot at his heart!

Saturday. That would be four days to wait. Cool! My flight was scheduled for next week, and if I could convince Oliver to accompany me, I would have the opportunity to introduce him to my parents. That would be great. We could take a plane back to New York on Monday.

"Is it alright if I ask you to please stop calling me 'sir,' Chloe?" Oliver asked me with a bright smile.

"Uh, well..." I was thrilled. "What should I call you then?"

"Just call me Oliver," he said. "I feel old every time you address me that way."

I smiled and bit the inner side of my lower lip. "A'ight! Oliver." I will not play hard-to-get. I can be with him, so I won't waste it.

"I will see you on Saturday night then," he said with a smile, and I nodded.

I was damn speechless for a second. And when I was about to tell Oliver my address, suddenly my phone rang. I excused myself as I saw the caller's ID on my phone. It was Mom.

"I will go now." Oliver bid me goodbye and didn't wait for my answer; he immediately left. It was disappointing that he left me, but I had to answer Mommy's call first.

"Mom."

"You need to come home. Carly needs you," she cried.

I swallowed the lump forming in my throat. Carly's depression was turning all our lives upside down.

"I will, Mom," I confirmed. "Let me settle everything in the office first. I need to file my LOA tomorrow, then I will be there on Sunday."

"Come home, Chloe," Mommy persisted. Her tone was not to be detested.

"But... Mom-"

"File a resignation and come home," Mommy said seriously.

I closed my eyes in despair. Resignation?! I love my job! And why now when Oliver was already starting his moves? Why now when I'm not invisible in his eyes anymore? Why the fuck, when he's making me feel special now?!

"Mom, I don't want to resign," I reasoned. "I love my job, and please... I'm twenty-three, and you said you'd support me no matter what work I crashed into."

"This is for Carly," Mommy said in between her sobs. "You need to quit your job and help your sister instead. We need to bring her to the Philippines and find the man. He needs to help us."

"No! Why do we need to do that?!"

We shouldn't be! And why does Mommy think that way? That's stupid!

"We need to because Carly attempted suicide again! Chloe, please... just listen!"

After that, Mommy ended our call. I inhaled and exhaled several deep breaths. I was torn between my love for my sister and my dream of being in a relationship with Oliver.

"Trace Dimagiba, you asshole*!" I said while kicking the wheel of my car. I have no one else to blame but that man.

"I would pray every day and every night for you to die miserably!" I kept talking to myself until I got inside the car and started its engine. If I could see that man, he would surely curse the day we met. I will make sure of it! I promise!

****

Pasadena, California, USA

"Carly," I called my sister. Staring at her face, I sighed. Carly's health was deteriorating, and I wanted to cry. Last month, when I visited her, I noticed she had become thin and lost weight. But now... she was even thinner than before.

"Chloe..." Carly whispered my name when she gazed at me.

I turned to look at Mommy because she told me that Carly wasn't talking anymore. I noticed Mommy was smiling and hopeful when she looked at us. I managed to smile. Mommy finally smiled again, and I was happy about that.

I have just arrived at our house after a long drive. I travelled for almost two days. Oliver and I were supposed to have a date tonight, but I decided to drive my car home because I had already filed an immediate resignation.

It took me a long time to explain why I had to do it to the management. I also talked to a friend who was also an interior designer about replacing my position. Fortunately, Oliver understood and accepted my resignation, and he promised that when his schedule was free, he would visit me here in California.

And... I'm looking forward to it...

"Do you wanna help me?" Carly asked me, sobbing. "I need your help, Chloe."

I nodded while staring at her. I knew where this conversation was heading, but Carly was my favourite person. I have looked up to her since we were kids. And she needed my help, so I wouldn't let her down. I have no heart to decline her request.

Mommy raised us so close to each other. We're familiar with Filipino customs because of Mom. We know the Filipino language as our nannies were Filipinas. Even though Mom's been here in California for a long time, she still speaks Tagalog, and that's how she talks to Carly and me, mostly when she scolds and reprimands us. We can understand Tagalog, the leading Filipino language, but Carly and I couldn't speak it without sounding stupid because of our accents.

I removed the Filipino language from my thoughts and gazed at my sister's face. I smiled. Even though I wanted to cry because of how she looked now, I still smiled to make her feel normal. I would do my best for Carly. I won't stop until she's back to normal.

"I will help you, Carly. I want to see you smile again and live your life as it was before." I meant it; I truly am. For Carly, I could do everything.

"Then... then, Chloe, please help me find Trace," she begged. "I love him, Chloe. I want to see him. I wanna talk to him."

"Yeah..." I nodded though it was against my will. "I promise that I will, Carly. I'll find him for you." I wiped her tears.

That promise is true, for I should find Trace Dimagiba and ensure he regrets that he's still alive. Damn him!

TRACE'S POV

June 2021

El Tierra City, Salvacion, Philippines

"What did you do last night, Trace?!" My father, Governor Patricio Salvacion Dimagiba, Sr., angrily asked.

I faced my father and grinned at his flushed face. He seemed like an overripe tomato in my eyes. He was an entertaining sight. The fuck! Then I cocked my head aside and wondered why it was late for them to hear about the shit I did. It seems like the people of Salvacion were slow to anticipate my scandals.

Fuck! This is getting boring. I shrugged. Maybe they think I'm getting softer? Kinder? For fucks's sake, that won't happen. I was about to answer him when I was interrupted by the woman who suddenly approached him and held my father's arm. Wow! Fucking sweet! I smirked. The fucking she-devil was still here?! What the hell with this bitch?

"Patrick, reporters are waiting for you outside." The slut, who was dressed smart-casually, informed my father.

I scoffed and shot the woman with a malicious look. Louisianna was my father's executive assistant, long-term girlfriend, and regular whore. To top it all off, she was the reason why Mama died. The most hateful female creature ever existed in humankind.

My mother, a beautiful Brazilian named Ana Francesca Ferreira, fell in love and wasted her life on my moron father. Not totally wasted, though-she had Paige and me. I miss Mama, and every time I see my father's fucking whore, I remember the day she died. Oh, hell!

"Tell them I will do the interview later," my father responded to Louisianna, which cut into my thoughts about Mama. I know why he's been delaying the interview; he wants to deal with me first. Good!

"Go with your cunt, Papa," I mocked, casting another lewd glance at his woman. "She looked like she wanted you to fuck her again in your capitol," I added, a malicious grin on my face appeared.

I knew Papa couldn't marry Louisianna because Paige, my younger sister, loses her temper whenever our father says he wants to remarry. Another thing was that my father didn't wish to trouble Mama's family. They would not let him remarry, not with anyone in particular.

"Trace! Stop insulting Louisianna!" Papa scolded me. "When are you going to learn how to give respect?"

"Respect? What's that?" I cocked my brow, chuckling.

I waited for him to blow me a punch, but it didn't happen because Louisianna pulled him away.

What a fucking show! She's acting fucking worried now?! A motherly way of stopping a fight between her husband and son. Tangina! If it happened, I would have added that punch to what Papa owed me.

"Enough, Patrick," Louisianna's voice begged. I wanted to laugh at how she looked like she understood her future stepson's bullshits. "Let us leave Trace alone. You need to give some explanation to the reporters later. I've already written some guides for you to pick from and can use to explain what happened back there. People will believe you. We could clean up this mess."

What I heard made my blood bubble up to my head. Yeah, there will be another election next year, and if Papa wins, it will be his final term as governor for the nth time. Dimagiba would mean 'indestructible' for nothing. He could not be ruined or defeated. He never loses. Another fuckin last term for him! But Louisianna's 'clean up this mess' line annoys me. Bitch! What is she saying? I'll add another scandal for them, as what I did was still not enough. I still have a week here in Salvacion before returning to the island. They should just wait and see...

Actually, unlike previous scandals, last night's thing was not planned.

The province of Salvacion was made up of eleven municipalities and two cities: one city here on the mainland and an island city called Santa Monica. The province was located in the southern part of Luzon, and my clan dominated the political dynasty of the governor's office. It all started when Grandfather Dominador married Grandmother Victoria, the sole heiress of the wealthy family that owned the whole mainland since the Spanish era in the Philippines, the Salvacions. The mainland and its nearby island were now called the Province of Salvacion, the Dimagibas territory.

My father was the eldest son, and he had been governor back and forth since he took over his father's position. Most of the time, he just switched political positions with his brother, the congressman in the province's second district, Tio Abel.

I was supposed to be the next governor, but I don't want to. I won't enter politics because I don't want to continue my father's political empire. Papa wanted to go to the senate for a long time, but I couldn't help him because I didn't want to be part of his agenda. I don't hate politics; I just hate my father. Everything about him irritates the hell out of me. I loathed him and his mistress.

And back to what happened last night... It started yesterday afternoon. My father held a press conference for the reigning Miss Salvacion for publicity and to attract online votes from netizens as well. While waiting for my father to borrow his car, I noticed Miss Salvacion, a twenty-four-year-old Mass Communication graduate, casting seductive glances at me. She was making love to me without taking my jockeys off.

Damn, skank in heat! I know she was preparing for the national beauty pageant she would eventually join. Frankly, I don't know her, but I happened to meet her because I was in the capitol yesterday. Not too long ago, we were on top of my father's Land Cruiser. There I gave her a dog-style and fucked her nonstop. Hard and deep. I took the car and was supposed to use it to crash into any establishments I tripped on the day before, but that didn't happen because of the enticing Miss Salvacion.

Because I wasn't done with her yet, I took her to the next town and gave her the most memorable fuck she'll never forget. I thought it was dark, so it was okay. But a police car suddenly caught me screwing Miss Salvacion along the highway. Fucking hell! Live porn for the officers who caught us! That was kind of entertaining and amazing! People were used to seeing me naked because that was not my first sexual scandal. It's okay for me, but for Miss Salvacion, the scandal's impact on her was obviously the bigger problem. Not to mention the fact that the Binibining Pilipinas pageant was only three months away.

We had sex on the highway; she was moaning loudly, and thanks to the devil, I was done when the police officers arrested us. So exciting... And the teenagers who filmed me fucking Miss Salvacion last night should be credited for uploading our sex video. Yes, it was courtesy of those kiddos. And what is funnier is that after they uploaded the video, they reported Miss Salvacion and me to the police. I heard the sex video has received over three million views since it was posted last night. Tangina! It's great that their phone's camera was high-quality because they captured Miss Salvacion's expression as she enjoyed my dick. I grinned. I will definitely find those little punks and give them a gift.

"Stop messing around, Trace." My father's voice was low, which caught my attention. A sudden change of mood? Another tactic to make me feel guilty? Hah! As if I gave a fuck!

I smirked. I have no fucking plans to change myself, so why would I promise? As long as my father and Louisianna were together, trouble would always be served for them.

"Just think of your sister," Papa said while shaking his head in disbelief. Tangina! He was making me feel guiltier by using my sister now. "Think of Paige before you do anything stupid to any woman. Mariella had a good reputation, but you ruined it because you couldn't stop your... your nonsense!"

"Hey, wait... Who the hell Mariella is?" I asked curiously. Who the hell was that?

I saw my father's face flush in anger again. "You don't know the name of the woman you had wild sex with last night? On the road, Trace?! On top of my car?!"

"Oh..." I said, snickering. So Mariella was Miss Salvacion's name. I turned to my father and tapped his shoulders. "She's not tight, don't worry."

That was it, and I went straight to my room on the second story of our mansion. I realize what I said infuriated my father even more, but the more enraged he became, the happier I was. I sighed, remembering how close we were before.

No, Papa! We will never be the same again. I'm not gonna forgive you alongside your dumbass mistress. And don't worry-I don't need your money. I have my own, and I am even richer than you.

Those were the words swirling in my head as I lay in bed. If only my father knew what I'd been through because of him, he would surely hate himself for what he did to me, Paige, and Mama. He was a failure, a man respected by many but a useless father to his children and a worthless husband to his wife. Tangina! I don't want to think about him anymore.

I was about to fall asleep when I recalled the day I nearly died. That girl and her beautiful eyes were so enigmatic. I don't know, but I have been beginning to think of her these past few days. She constantly flickered in my mind, making me wonder where she was now. I shook my head to remove her from my thoughts. Why would I need to think of her? She was probably living her life to the fullest now.

Her name is CJ, and yeah... thanks to her for saving me that day.

**********

A/N:

'Tangina' is a curse word usually used by Filipinos to express anger or any other emotion. A common term nowadays and is used to sound punk and cool in the Philippines. It originally meant "a bitch mother" if translated verbally. The male lead of the story here is a mafioso or gangster, so the word suits him as an expression. It is a vulgar cuss word in the Philippines that could be associated with words like fuck, shit, bitch, and other curse words.

Binibining Pilipinas is a prestigious beauty pageant held in the Philippines every year.

Capitol is the term used for the governor's office in the Philippines.

El Tierra City, Santa Monica City, and Salvacion Province are fictional places I created for my mafia world alone.

TRACE

January 2018

Agrianthropos City

My gaze darted around the room filled with five naked women. The three European women were part of the new ones who arrived on the island just yesterday. Jake sent them to Logan. They are models at Jake's modeling agency who aren't primarily modeling to make money. The other two, a Japanese and a Korean, are from Chase. Chase is one of the newly recruited members of our organization, and we, the founders, allowed him to have a casa here on the island; his main business is selling pussies.

About Jake, he is one of the seven founders, which includes me, and has an agency. Jake's prostitution or pussy selling was concealed behind the modeling agency. Jake's bitches are all clean because Jake makes sure of that. What's the point of being a doctor if the femininity of his models can't be cleaned up at all?

"Master," the blonde European said in a seductive whisper when she got close to me. The woman had an angelic appearance and a serene smile. She could become my favorite soon because she is the one who blows like a pro among the five of them at my hotel's presidential suite. She is also the sexiest and tightest of the five new models slash whores. I'll likely take care of her for a few months and give her to Logan.

Before the blonde could blowjob me, the Japanese came up behind us, knelt in front of me, and shoved my dick into her mouth. I let her perform, but she coughed when she tried to deep throat. Damn! What a dumb one! She can't handle more than half of my cock at a time.

I held her head and pushed my length until it reached her throat. She is weak and lacks experience. How could Chase recommend this to me? Stupid bitch! I saw how her tears fell onto her cheeks, but I didn't care. They had to show me their skills to make me decide if I would let them stay here in Agrianthropos or not.

My six best friends and I, my co-founders, controlled the island. The island serves its purpose; it is a haven for the big-time criminals that want to escape the government laws from whatever country, place, or even fucking planet they have been.

Lev is my mentor and most trusted friend. I was only ten when I first met Lev in an orphanage my mother once supported. Lev was the one who brought up the idea of buying the island. I was only twenty-one when I first heard from him about the plan. After two years, we purchased this island as we wanted to utilize the money we all earned from joining the gang of Lev.

Ana Francesca Ferreira, my mother, is a lovely Brazilian who fell in love with my moron politician father. Moron? Yes, moron. My father is a moron who had an affair with his whore secretary and killed my mother when I was fifteen. I despise those two.

When I saw Lev in the streets again after years of seeing him in the orphanage, he became like a big brother to Paige and me. Lev was there when I was heartbroken by my mother's early death. Only Lev and Logan were beside me before, just the two of them, and it was fine. We were only three, yet transactions and illegal things were easy and went well.

Yes, we were only three at first... until Lev brought Daxon, Elliot, Jeru, and Jake into the picture. I didn't like Elliott then because we had a disagreement the first time we met. I also didn't like Daxon, for he was mysterious and suspicious. I didn't like them initially, but they are among my best buddies now. We were young and driven to achieve our goals when we started our organization.

I came from a prestigious family. All I need to do is say my last name, and people will respect me in our province. Our family's last name is equivalent to the whole area of Salvacion.

The implication of my last name meant nothing to me, actually. I am more affluent than my father. My legal businesses are earning less than my illegal ones. I am making more money as one of Foedus' founders. With Foedus, I could have everything I wanted.

"Do you want me to please you more?" After I extracted my length from her mouth, the lame Japanese bitch asked. She tried to entice me by brushing her pussy on my thigh. What an idiotic move for someone who can't even give me a good deep throat! I glance at the other bitches; the French whore was smooching with the Italian. They are both satisfying themselves.

"What did you say?" I asked. I want to know if I heard her right.

"I asked if you wanted me to please you, mast-" I immediately held her neck to strangle her. One thing I dislike is a slut who acts as if I need her. I could have a bunch of bitches and kill them all if it pleases me. She was wrong in asking me. She should learn that pleasing me means waiting for me to pay attention to her fucking body. I should not be questioned. I should be served.

When the four other cunts saw me strangling their mate, they screamed as they ran outside the suite in their nakedness. When Logan, my fucker cousin, walked into the room, the Japanese whore I was strangling was already turning blue, as if she was on the verge of death.

"Fuck, Trace! What the hell are you doing?!" My cousin exclaimed and asked while walking in to get near me.

I didn't listen to him and continued killing Chase's angel.

"Hey, hey, hey...." Logan stopped me by pulling me away from the skank.

"Stop it, Trace! Have mercy, for fuck's sake!" I released the woman from my grasp. She fell and is now gasping for air while holding her neck.

"Leave us!" Logan told her. She immediately stood up and walked out of the room, even though it looked like her soul hadn't returned fully to her body. I took a cigarette from Logan and lit it. I inhaled some smoke to calm myself. I am not a smoker like Logan, but if my manhood is still hard and not yet satisfied, I need fucking cigarettes to calm it down.

Pissed off, I blew out the smoke I inhaled.

"Tangina! What miracle brought you here? I thought you forgot the island."

Logan laughed, went to bed, and sat there.

"I just have something for you, fucker! What a show that welcomed me here."

I chuckled. "That whore deserved it. She irritates me."

"What happened?" Logan was laughing while asking me. Logan is always like this, laughing at my disposal. Still, he's my best cousin and always supports everything I plan.

"She stupidly asked me if I wanted her to please me," I answered Logan's question and ignored the fact that I was naked. I walked to the closet, got a towel, and wrapped it around my waist.

"That's it? And you're going to kill her?" He was surprised and asked. When it comes to women, it's hard for him to understand me sometimes. Logan is a playboy; every pussy is essential to him. "I think you need to unwind, man!"

I sighed. I know I usually bring trouble to our organization, but nothing I can't handle.

"She is starting to make the statement that she thought she could control me because of her fucking pussy," I stated, then smirked. "I should kill her before she gets worse."