ELOISE"Of course, Mommy. We will go anywhere you go. And since we would see our Daddy in Italy, we won't hesitate but jump on this offer. But Mommy, did we do something wrong? You seem to be holding in many tears," Nicole said in front of his sisters.I breathed in deeply, trying my best not to show how broken I had become after hearing the news about my father's sudden demise.He was hale and healthy a few hours ago, and now he's no more? I couldn't believe it, but after I dialed his number for the fifth time and got no response, I knew immediately that something was up. Father has never not answered my call.My triplets are the only family I have left now."Mommy is not crying, my babies. My mascara found its way inside my eyes, and it itches a little. Now go pack your bags; we are leaving first thing tomorrow morning.""Yes, Mommy!" They chorused, giving a firm nod before they ran towards their room.Early the next morning at the airport, I wheeled the luggage cart forward with my
Luciano "How can a private investigator struggle to find one girl? Is she invisible or what? I paid him handsomely!" "Its not that easy to find someone without a face. I'd tell him to hurry things up" my secretary said.. I still couldn't get Eloise off my head. Wondering what exactly I did wrong that night. Was i such a bad kisser that she had me thrown out of her house late at night while crying. I just couldn't wrap my head around everything. But I still had to find the girl from five years ago. Atleast I owe her an apology. "Call the private investigator again. Tell him that the sooner he finds her the more like he is to get ten times of what I initially offered" "Ten times? That'd be twenty million sir" "I need him to see how much I am willing to pay for him to get this done, that way he will take it seriously " I leaned back in the chair and rested my hand on the table. "I really have an important question to ask about this" James ran his hand
ELOISE"So what's going to happen to our museum? The economy is tough, and how did we not have even the slightest idea that the director took so much loan?" Felicia said in a low tone."No one is even offering to buy it. This means it would close down soon, right?" Mathew said."We have a wonderful heiress. I heard she was doing very much wonderfully in art abroad.""I doubt she would want the museum. She'd probably go back to live her perfect quiet life in peace.""Then should we look for another job? Mr. Josh should know what will happen. He was the director's nephew.""Oh, please. You know he has never been up to any good," Felicia snorted."However, it's still a surprise how the director suddenly passed away. He was hale and healthy. Except that he recently started overworking himself.""Why was he overworking? Did anything unusual happen?" I asked after waiting outside the staff quarter for almost thirty minutes."...Are you?""Yes. I'm the director's daughter. Sorry I didn't int
ELOISEThe evening sky was heavy, and soon after I left the office, it began to drizzle. The street looked bleak under the hazy, misting rain, making the streetlights seem dimmer.I sat in the driver’s seat, one hand on the wheel, the other propped up beside the window.It was fair enough that the restaurant for the blind date wasn’t far from the museum.I pulled into the parking spot of Octopus Restaurant and stepped out, walking with even, graceful strides. My eyes roamed over the restaurant, and I couldn’t help but wonder why on earth he chose an octopus restaurant of all places.“I don’t eat octopus; I’m allergic to it,” I reminded myself again, mentally rehearsing what I’d say if he ordered something that didn’t sit well with me.Something like an octopus. I haven’t been to Italy for a while, but I never imagined octopus would still be sold in the twenty-first century. I can’t wrap my head around it.I quickened my pace as my eyes settled on a corner table where a man was waiting
ELOISEMy heart was heavy as I grabbed the business card from her trembling hands, my fingers shaking slightly as I held it up to the light. His name stared back at me, bold and indifferent: Damon Huxley. CEO of GED.My world felt like it was spinning; my mind went back to the argument, the painful memory, the lie, and his betrayal.He had no right to take them—no right at all. I swallowed hard, feeling a rage rise within me.“How could you let him take my children without calling me first?” My voice came out sharper than I intended, the panic making it hard to soften my tone.The nanny’s face crumpled. “I’m so sorry, ma’am. He... he said he was their father, and he seemed so calm. I didn’t think…”I barely heard her explanation. How the hell did she believe that? My mind was already three steps ahead. I grabbed my phone, dialing his number with a desperation I couldn’t control. It rang endlessly without an answer.The room felt colder, my frustration increasing with every second of s
LUCIANO "Boss, your date was perfectly ruined. I could see from her facial expression that she won't want anything to do with halmart again" "James! Don't tell me you are serious right now?" I gritted my teeth..I forgot to ask him not to go on the date since she happened to be Eloise. "You asked me to do that ! By the way, her gallery was beautiful. I enjoyed every single painting I saw there and I bet you, that ticket didn't go to waste. " " Don't be ridiculous! I barely saw any paint on the paper. I didn't understand any single thing. Gosh" I snorted. "You are not supposed to understand art, Luciano. Wait, are we having this conversation as friends or as your employee? I don't want to risk being fired for the 60th time this year" I ignored him and poured myself a glass of whisky inside a glass cup filled halfway with blocks of ice. "I guess it's the former since you are drinking whiskey in front of your employee which is definitely against the work c
Five years was enough to find someone. Maybe James was right. I'd have to let the woman at that billionaire's party go. And whenever she decides to show up, I would compensate her with enough money. "Have you seen how adorable those kids are? You won't hesitate to love them once you set your eyes on them. I wonder which idiot left her to care for the children alone. " Obviously her ex- husband. But grandfather's excitement made me think this was some sort of buy one and get three free kind of deal. He might not have been aware that Eloise was once married. Grandfather finally allowed me to go, and I drove down the lonely route to my house. I slowed down the moment I sighted Eloise walking sluggishly as if she could collapse at any moment. She should be able to handle enough pressure as a director. I drove closer the the pedestrian walk and whine down my window before popping my head out a little. " I see you have made my money seeing how early you are leaving work"
ELOISE "we are here" I announced once we got to the shopping mall. Luciano halted the car and I gently alighted. "Thank you for the ride" I said, waved at him before walking to the mall. I had to buy a new pair for work tomorrow. However, when I entered the mall, I looked back to see Luciano behind me. "Are you following me now?" I cringed "Don't flatter yourself. I'm just looking to know if there's new stock I would like. You might not know this, but I come here quite often I'm a diamond level customer " "Fine I don't need to know all that details . I already told you, I won't runaway with your money" I smacked my head. I was really getting impatient at his pettiness. "I know... It's just that I'd like to get back my shoes. It's really important to me you know. But it's fine, you've got to bring them to me tomorrow. Okay?" "Yes, sur
DAMIEN POVWe moved quickly, staying low, and taking cover behind the nearest warehouse. My heart thudded in my chest, but I didn’t let it show. Every muscle was coiled with anticipation. Eva was close. I could feel it. And I was going to make sure Marcus didn’t get away with what he had done.I signaled to Marco to take the left side, while I led the team to the right, the area where Marcus’s phone had been traced to. The building was run-down, the kind of place where people went to disappear. But this wouldn’t be where Marcus disappeared. This was where his story would end.I couldn’t let him hurt Eva.As we closed the distance, I signaled to my men to stay alert. I was just a few feet from the entrance when I heard a noise. It was a slight scuffle followed by a faint whimper. It was enough to make my blood run cold. Eva.I moved forward, silently, my hand on the grip of my gun, eyes scanning for any sign of Marcus. There was no room for error. We couldn’t risk a standoff. We had t
DAMIEN"No,’ Chairman Huxley said. ‘We found out late tonight. A call came through, and the man on the phone threatened to kill Eva if the FBI or the cops are brought in.I need your help,’ he said, appealing to me ‘I have to get my daughter back safely.I clenched my fist. Marcus just doesn't know the boundaries that are not meant to be crossed. How dare he kidnap my wife in my absence. He didn't even try to be anonymous. He fucking told her father he was Marcus. Which means he has so much guts and no fear. "Well, ‘this is unusual. Of course, I understand the situation, and if you wish to pay him in that fashion, I can arrange it. However, I never recommend paying kidnappers and, believe me, I’ve had my share of threats.’‘What would you do?’ Chairman Huxley asked."I wouldn’t call in the FBI, they’re useless,’ I said. ‘I have my own people who use the latest technology. When he phones again, we can put that into action."He’s calling tomorrow at 10 a.m.""Where?""L.A.," Chairma
Eva.Finally I got it. This was no joke.When I’d started to struggle with the short man, he’d run out of the room, slamming the door in my face and locking it so I couldn’t get out.Shit! I thought, looking around. I really am a captive.There were no windows, a stone floor, a big old heavy door, a rickety cot with a stained mattress in the corner, an old blanket and a bucket.I'm screwed.How had this happened?I shut my eyes for a moment, trying to summon all the strength I could. Don’t panic, A little voice whispered in my head. Stay calm. You will get out of this.The short man with the pop eyes had tried to force some pills into my mouth. I’d kicked him in the balls and the pills had scattered on the ground. If I’d been quicker, I might have reached the door before him, but he was fast for such an unfit-looking man. Strong and smelly, too. I wrinkled my nose in disgust.Kidnapped. It seemed like a plot from a movie. No wonder I felt so sick, they’d obviously used somethi
A year later.Brenda's pov"From the moment we met, I liked you. I think about you all the time and I even dreamt about you at night. I know this might seem sudden but I don't think I can wait any longer"I smiled. Watching Micheal from across the table in the fancy exquisite restaurant. He knelt on one knee and brought a ring box out of his jacket pocket, the velvet catching the soft candlelight between us. My breath hitched as he opened it to reveal a delicate diamond solitaire, shimmering like a secret under the stars."Will you marry me?" he asked, with a low earnest voice , his eyes locked on mine like I was the only person in his world.For a heartbeat, the whole restaurant seemed to fade away the clink of glasses, the low hum of conversation, even the soft classical music floating through the air. All I could see was him, his trembling hand, and the hope in his eyes.Tears welled up before I could stop them. Not because I was surprised—but because I had waited so long to hear
Eva I woke up two weeks later “Eva, come home right now.”The urgency in my father’s voice froze me in place. I dropped my phone and rushed out, not even bothering to change out of Damien's pajamas. Yes his own because they are bigger and thicker and the weather is just damn too cold. Within seconds, I was behind the wheel of my Land Rover, tearing down the road, my heart pounding with worry.This wasn’t like Chairman Huxley. My father never called like that—never sounded that rattled. A thousand thoughts flooded my mind, each worse than the last. Was he sick again? Had something happened? I imagined him on the bed whimpering about how he loves me and that I should take care of myself. Oh God! I dreaded that thought. I must agree that the worst part of having parents is watching them grow old I parked haphazardly in front of the house, not caring that the tires weren’t straight or that I’d blocked part of the driveway. Kicking the door open, I ran up the stairs, two s
EvaThis isn’t what I was expecting at all. Ever since I got back, I’ve been starving myself. Not on purpose, okay, maybe a little out of pride. I've texted Damien for his address so I can easily order something to eat but he won't reply and I wasn't going to call him Gosh I literally haven’t eaten a single thing today and I slept off only to wake up by past 11pm. my stomach is punishing me for my negligence. The growling is so loud it could probably summon the dead. I tried to sleep, I really did, but the hunger pangs were too painful to ignore.It was too late to order anything. No restaurants will be open for delivery. So I was left with the one option I always end up taking a midnight snack.I tiptoed to the kitchen like a thief, praying not to wake anyone. The first time I tried this at home, Chairman Huxley nearly turned my head into a pancake with a frying pan. He thought I was a burglar. I still don’t understand why he chose a frying pan of all things. What if
Eva’s POV“What am I doing? Seriously?” I asked, trying not to let the irritation in my voice rise too much. His cold tone had sparked an ache I couldn’t quite describe. I only wanted to celebrate with him, to share in his moment and maybe, just for a second, pretend there was something real between us.But apparently, even pretending was asking too much.The audience hadn’t picked up on the tension between us yet. We were both still smiling like a picture-perfect couple. All fake. All for show.“You should stop acting up, Eva,” Damien muttered under his breath, though his smile remained intact, perfectly sculpted for the cameras that wouldn’t stop clicking. "Or else I will do this" He pulled me closer, his arm tightening around my waist as if this moment actually meant something. His lips cut mine I was so flustered by the sudden kiss . What was he doing. This is going overboard To the watching world, we were the romantic headline of the week: Office Romance Goals—The Alexa
Eva's POV"Get up."The deep voice cut through my sleep. Blinking my eyes open, I saw Damien standing in front of me. My surroundings felt unfamiliar—this wasn’t the plush hotel suite we’d stayed in the night before."Where…?" I began to ask, startled and confused. I felt embarrassed to be so disoriented.“We’re back in the States. Now get up. The car is already waiting,” Damien said, his tone sharp and devoid of warmth.Back in the States? My mind raced. I didn’t remember boarding a plane, let alone arriving here. The last thing I recalled was collapsing into bed, exhausted from the gala night. We were supposed to stay for two weeks, not just one. So why the sudden change?I covered my face with my hands, trying to wake up fully—and to hide the panic rising inside me. Something didn’t feel right.“Come on! I have things to do,” Damien snapped, grabbing my wrist and dragging me toward the exit. I stumbled down the stairs, still groggy and struggling to keep up with his long strides.W
Eva’s POVThe suite was quiet . The kind of silence that presses against your ears, heavy and watchful. I stared at the three dresses laid out on the bed, each more extravagant than the last. velvet. Midnight blue silk. Gold sequins.All picked by Damien not me. Apparently, even my wardrobe was part of the arrangement.I chose the midnight blue one. It was elegant but simple, the kind of gown that didn’t scream for attention, but still turned heads. As I stepped into the walk-in closet and zipped it up, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror.My makeup was flawless. My hair swept into soft waves. I looked… expensive. But I didn’t feel that way.Not when my heart was still sore from this morning. Not when I still heard Damien’s voice in my head like a cruel echo. “After the divorce, I doubt I’ll even remember your face.”I grabbed the silver heels from the box on the wardrobe and slipped them on just as the door creaked open.Damien stepped in.He wore a black tux, with a dark bo