Novels by nelliedowns3

Skai’s POV In Auder's mansion The Hummer jeep dropped me and zoomed off. Carlo ordered the man to pick me up. I was asked to rest in the back seat; he didn't want me knowing the road to the place. I could only see through the windscreen. The only area I knew was the long road in between a large body of water. It was as though I were being put through a fraternity initiation and found myself going back. My assumption that Giovanni didn't want me in the mansion anymore was wrong. There was not just an avenue to. I knocked on the gate, and the gatekeeper opened. As I entered, cocked guns were pointed towards me. One more step and I would be gunned down. I heard a voice and in the direction. “Weapons down, guys. She's my friend.” Then, they put down the gun as commanded. I walked closer and hugged her. “I got scared for a moment. I thought I was going to die and was about to say my last prayers already.” I laughed at the last statement. “They didn't know you came for me. It'

Juliano's POV A few days passed. No matter how much I wanted things to go back to normal, they didn’t. My sister was still in there, and I was very much aware. She’d hate me for leaving her there for too long, for years. Sophia was so strategic. I blessed the day I sent her there. Who would have known?I've been spending time in the library, in the silence, to enjoy moments of inner peace. The only difference was that I couldn't focus. Allysia's photo kept replaying in the back of my mind like a recurring nightmare. My skin prickles with unease. Where is the peace when I found out my sister wasn't dead for the past years? Else, she was somewhere suffering, and I was living freely. I felt the survivor's guilt. It should have happened to me instead. Maybe I could have saved myself."Please come back, Allysia; I promise to celebrate all your birthdays I've missed.” I said to myself. She always wanted to celebrate her birthdays with me. I was sure she'd have forgotten what a birthday fe

Skai’s POV He was the last person I expected to meet there. He's everywhere, like the asphyxiating smoke in his eyes. He walked closer with quick strides. He's a foreshadowing of my misfortune – just as I had sensed that it would be. I was frozen to where I was like a kid that had his lip stuck to a pump handle in the wintertime. I tried to scrub my mind; there was nothing. I struggle with excuses whenever I'm caught off guard. “Sophia, what are you doing here?” He asked with his facial expression demanding an answer. He was watching me with an unnerving focus like he’s a ravenous predator salivating after his prey. He looked up the name of the restaurant. “This is Bella Vita, Sophia.” I didn't know what to say. It was like my tongue was stuck. After talking to Juliano like a soldier giving war orders. “I came to have lunch with an old friend.” I wasn't really telling a lie at that moment, just a changed dynamic. “It's an expensive restaurant, not for the middle class. Not a

Skai’s POV I entered the restaurant. It was the same place as the last one. It was late afternoon now; only a few customers were scattered at the table. I went straight to the reservation area after informing the waitress. I was still in my office wear. There was no need to change my outfit since it was urgent. I wasn't even thinking straight about what he might want to talk about. Whatever the matter might be, he sounded really different. Did he find out anything? I don't think so. There was not a bit of fury in his voice. So what might it be? The thought had been peeping into my mind at intervals like a kid playing a hide-and-seek game. It could run through my mind like a flash whenever I was busy, and then it's gone. I walked into the room, unprepared for what was about to happen. Maybe he was about to order me not to return to the LIAS. He sat down in the dimly lit room close to the end. There was no drink in front of him. My heart skipped, as it seemed to be a serious meeting

Skai’s POV I was seated in the conference room close to the edge of the rectangular table, holding a notepad and a copy of the business proposal. I was torn between anxiety and expectancy. It was the room where Tillard held the meeting with Mr Juliano. The room that triggered my first decision, where I met Tillard again after years.Giovanni walked into the room with a cold expression, flanked by two bodyguards with grim expressions as they gave a curt nod and returned to the door. Giovanni walked over to the head of the table and sat. He has always shown the upper hand, and even Tillard respects him. There might be other reasons, or maybe because he's a mafia leader. Their demeanour demands respect.I was expecting Carlo to show up, but he didn't.Tillard walked in minutes later, accompanied by the secretary. He looked straight at my angle without having to look about for me, as though he had expected me to take that particular seat and no other, although many chairs were vacant.

Juliano's POV I was in the living room when I saw my father approaching, clutching his glass of water as usual as he sat beside me. I looked up at him with an undecipherable expression. The usual was about to happen. After giving me the 3-month ultimatum, he has been waiting for the time to end until he takes the whole work into his hands.He patted my shoulders and crossed his legs.“Cindy is in town; I planned a date for you over the weekend," he said as a smirk rested on his lips. He paused to let it sink in, and I waited, feeling a numb, violent outrage.“It’s not time yet, Father, and you're already hooking me up,” looking at him with a grim expression.“I'm not; it's a date.”He continued “You know, get to know her. That was how I and your mother started.” Sadness flashed through me. It's been years, but it still hurts like a needle prick in my heart anytime I remember.“A blind date, because I don't know her.” I said, trying my best to change his mind.“You do; it's your shor