Rihanna's POVI never knew Nicholas could be that despicable. I mean, seriously, no one can convince me otherwise. It was crystal clear that he did it on purpose. He didn't accidentally throw those files to the ground, he intentionally did it without a care in the world.I had been stuck in the same position for over three hours, trying my best to arrange those files properly. It took me a good thirty minutes just to figure out the serial numbers on each file and how they were supposed to be organized. But thanks to Nicholas and his careless actions, some of the brown files had their paper documents scattered all over the place. It was a chaotic mess, with papers from different files mixed up together. This just made everything even more challenging for me, as I had to carefully read through each paper, checking the dates to figure out which file they belonged to.On the bright side, going through those papers did give me some insight into the kind of information stored in that office
Rihanna's POVMy eyes went wide when I saw David on the TV screen. He was being interviewed and giving tips on how to make money. I couldn't believe it was the same David Marchetti I lived with. I tried to hide my surprise, but my mouth just wouldn't close.I never thought David would get involved with the media, let alone be on live TV for an interview. My jaw dropped even lower when I saw him smile at a joke the interviewer made. David Marchetti, the stone-cold bastard I was stuck living with, actually smiled at someone? It felt like the world was turning upside down. Maybe he was finally going to set me free from the chains he had me in.If someone had told me this would happen, I would have called it complete bullshit. David was incapable of doing anything but glaring and growling. But there I was, witnessing it with my own eyes. He smiled on live TV, and it wasn't just a tight-lipped smile. It was a full-blown, teeth-showing smile. I even noticed dimples on both cheeks that I nev
David’s POVFrustration overwhelmed me as I stormed into the bedroom, angrily tossing my tie aside. The moment I stepped through the door, I took my clothes off, one by one, following the discarded tie. I entered the bathroom, allowing the cool water to cascade over my body, washing away the stress of the day.Just as I stepped out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around my waist, a persistent knock echoed through the room. With irritation, I yanked the door open and asked, "Yes?"“Long day at work?” Berta asked as she stood before me, her arms instinctively wrapping around my neck. But my patience was worn thin, and she was the last person I wanted to see at that moment. So abruptly shrugged off her embrace, snapping, "I'm not in the mood. Leave!" With a frown expression, she quickly retreated from the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts.My mind was consumed by the loss of the merchandise, which vanished in the depths of the sea during its journey to South America. The weight of
Rihanna’s POVDavid turned away from me abruptly, leaving me with unanswered questions about why I was no longer allowed to enjoy my meals in the comfort of my room. Moments later, he called for help to escort me back to my room, and that was the last time I laid eyes on him.Two weeks had passed since that day, and I found myself huddled in my room, wrapped in a baggy sweatshirt. Frustration consumed me as I sent countless text messages to Ivory, desperately hoping she would pick up my calls. Maria had kindly lent me an extra phone when she couldn't reach me for an entire week. I took advantage of the opportunity and tried to reach out to Ivory, longing to know if she was still alive. But for the past five days, she had been ignoring my calls, and I blamed myself for it. I had warned her long ago to never answer any calls from the States unless they were from me. Since Ivory wasn't active on social media, I had no other means of reaching her. My text messages remained unread, and anxi
David's POVHer breath came in heavy, labored gasps, as she struggled to conceal her desire. But I could see right through her facade. The lust in her eyes was undeniable, a blazing fire that couldn't be extinguished. She was an open book, just like the countless women who had come before her, always craving more after having a taste of me. "Quite bold of you to assume I would repeat the same mistake I made two years ago." I murmured, my voice husky as I leaned in close to her ear. Her eyes widened, and a blush crept up her cheeks in an instant. She blinked rapidly, trying to process my words."W-What?" She stammered, confusion replacing the once fiery glare in her eyes."Oblivion can make one look rather foolish." I said, my tone cool and composed. She understood exactly what I was referring to, or at least her body did. The way it responded to my touch, yearning to be worshipped by me. She couldn't forget me, not after I had taken her innocence. I never meant to fuck her that night
Rihanna’s POVI didn’t step out of my room until it was nighttime and I had to go and grab my food from the kitchen. As I headed out on the way to my room, a seven-foot man suddenly blocked my path, causing me to frown at him but still he didn’t move. “Get out of my way!” I was forced to yell with an angry glower. “I’m sorry but the boss wants you to have dinner with him.” Dane said, his expression as stoic as ever. I swear, that guy never seems to do anything other than look all serious and intimidating. I wondered if he had looked at his family the same way. “Tell your boss to go to hell! He could go shove the dinner up his— hey! Give me back my tray!” I said to the help who’d taken my food tray from my hand. She was heading to the dining room where I was sure David was waiting for me but I’d rather starve than share a meal with him. “Fine then! You can have the food. I wasn’t hungry anyway.” I declared, storming towards the stairway. I had only managed to take two steps before D
David’s POVRunning late for my meeting with the Russians wasn’t in my plans. I was known for always being on time, but today, the Russians were going to have to wait as I had business to finish before heading back to Manhattan. At that moment, I was in the basement of my secret house in Brooklyn with Dane. I got here about an hour ago when I finally tracked down the bastard that tried to steal my merchandise, the merchandise he’d made me believe was lost in the sea. Luckily my investigation and contacts in the South led me to the truth otherwise I would have never found out that the bastard was planning on building an empire with my fortune. “Who sent you?” I asked for the second time, I wasn’t fond of repeating myself, and the fact that he already made me do that riled me even more. He had to be working for someone, someone must have sent him because no one had the balls to single-handedly decide to steal from me. No sane person who knew who I was could have tried to steal 500 mi
Rihanna’s POVMy fingers hurt from typing at a fast pace in a short amount of time. And although the air conditioning was on, it couldn’t stop the sweat seeping down my back. I never realized how challenging Elena's job was until that moment. Typing everything people were saying in real time was no joke, especially when they were speaking so fast and all at once. It would have been so much easier if we’d just recorded the meeting instead of choosing that method of documentation. I couldn't shake the feeling that Nicholas had some sort of grudge against me. He hated me, that was the only explanation. Why else would he make me take the difficult route when there was a much easier and less stressful way to handle the situation?Out of nowhere, Nicholas suddenly turned his attention to me and asked, "What do you think?" All twelve pairs of eyes in the room were on me, and I looked up at him with wide eyes, completely caught off guard."Huh?" I blurted out. I had been so focused on try