I turned, my heart racing as we locked eyes. Images did him no justice. Atlas hadn’t aged a day in five years. Yet somehow, he felt like a completely different person. The Atlas in front of me was a stark contrast to the one I fell in love with. “What, Mi lady? Are you frozen?”I smiled despite the storm inside me and I reached into Mr. Ford’s pocket and pulled out his handkerchief. Something flickered in Atlas’ eyes as I wrapped the handkerchief around the gun and picked it up. “There, go on. Do it. I’ll protect you.”I pointed the gun at Mr. Ford and the man paled, shaking his head frantically. “Please, please don’t—”I spun around, taking off the safety and pointing it at Atlas’ head. “There must be a misunderstanding, Mr. Volkan.” I said, “I think you might need protection a lot more than I do.”I could kill him right now. I could avenge Greta’s death and make him pay for everything. I ripped out my heart years ago, so why was it racing again? No. I might never get anothe
“Stop,” I instructed Rade, glancing at the mansion in front of me. Volkan Mansion. “Ma’am? Is there a problem? Since we arrived in Miami, you’ve been insisting on this route.” He said, “Is there…”“Slow and steady wins the race,” I smiled, my gaze lingering on the Golden cage that ruined my life. “But patience is a double edged sword. This is why I want this route.”He raised an eyebrow. “Mark my words, Rade.” I said, leaning against the car seat. “I will enter this mansion before tomorrow ends. I step into it with respect and my five year long yearning will end,”“How… you’ll be entering the Lion’s den, Ma’am!”I smiled, “I belong there, Rade. I’m the lioness after all.” Silence loomed for a few seconds before I gestured at him to continue driving. I glanced outside, the sound of the trees, footsteps and car speeding were familiar. Like the taste of a favorite food that worn out over time. I was finally in Miami and I wasn’t leaving alone this time. The car pulled to a halt in
ATLAS’ POV“Come on, ladies,” I gestured at them, “come closer.”The strippers Iren hired wrapped their arms around me as I sank into the pool, relaxing as they massaged my neck. I raised a glass of whiskey. “Tonight, we celebrate. The new collection of designs went live yesterday. Any moment now, my bank account will take a huge hit.”“Oh, my!” One of them mused. “Does this mean…”“Forget about Tokyo,” I pulled one of them close. “Whomever satisfies me tonight will tour the world—”“Sir! There is a problem!”I spun my neck to see Iren standing, stars pricking her eyes. I groaned, women, and sobbing over every single thing. “What is it now, Iren?” I gritted. “You know I hate being disturbed.”“The… the designs have barely sold a hundred units!”That got me standing up fast. I narrowed my eyes at her, closing the distance between us. She stepped back but I caught her neck. “What do you mean? You had one job!”“It’s not my fault!” she cried, shaking her head. “I promise sir! It’s no
Five years later. “Now, we’ll call on the woman of the moment,” The presenter began. “She has won the businesswoman of the year award thrice in a row, established dozens of ventures across the world, and right now,” He gestured to the audience. “She has graced us with her presence.”The spotlight landed on me, bright but not blinding. Over the years, I adjusted to the press, paparazzi, and everything that came with being Bella Hollen. The daughter of Billionaire Richard Hollens, a woman who silenced a crowd with a gaze, handled boardrooms with a flick of her wrist, and charmed investors with facts and a smile that could cut through any objection. After reuniting with my father, I spent the past few years rebuilding my life and preparing for the moment I could return. The moment I could take back everything that was snatched from me. I waved at the flashes and reporters yelling over the top of their lungs. They were all desperate to hear from me. After all, I was the CEO of Hol
My heart stopped beating and I slumped against the ground. Surely, Atlas couldn’t say that. Right? That voice didn’t even really sound like him. Atlas was never cold. He loved me, he…My mind drifted to when he returned from the Island, it was a complete contrast to when he came to the courtroom. It felt like there were two different Atlas. I didn’t know who was speaking and that thought broke me all over again. “We have your wife. Are you sure you don’t —”The line died before the man could finish and he groaned, marching over to me. He grabbed my hair and I winced. “I guess you’re worth nothing after all. Even your husband wants nothing to do with you!” A tear rolled down my cheek as my heart twisted in my chest. Who was I kidding? It had to be Atlas. Who else would it be? But, when did Atlas stop loving me? Did the past few years and all the moments we spent together mean nothing? He… he abandoned me again, After so many months of building trust, he snatched it all away in
9 months later. “Call him again!” I shrieked as the nurses wheeled me into the OR. Greta sniffled. “I’ve called him already, he’s coming Julia—““No!” I cried, my hands digging into the stretcher, my lower half aching as if a trailer crashed into me. “You’re lying so I stay calm, right?” I hiccuped. Greta shook her head, wiping my tears. “Just hang on, okay?” She begged: “They have the best doctors here and—““I want my husband, Greta!” I sobbed as we got closer to the operation theatre. I wasn’t sure if I was referring to the Atlas from the courtroom or the one who returned from that trip nine months ago. Greta and I had narrowed down multiple possibilities. It was so bad, that we considered it a split personality disorder. Because that’s how pathetic I’d become. I found myself searching for the same man who saved me in the courtroom and made me feel special for the past nine months.I hadn’t found him. Atlas vanished after the doctor left and when he returned, he had the same