LUCIANOThe sheets were still warm when she left the bed, her scent clinging to them tightly. I kept my eyes shut and listened.The creak of the bathroom door. The soft rush of water. The drawers opening. Closing.Then silence.I heard her padding toward the stairs, Lightly on her feet, like she didn’t want to wake me. Or maybe she just didn’t want to face me.That stung more than I’d admit.When the front door clicked open, which no doubt was her yoga instructor, I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. My hand moved to the side of the bed she’d vacated, and I grazed the pillow where her head had rested. Still warm.I pushed the covers off and sat up. My bare feet hit the cold marble, grounding me. I rubbed a hand over my face. I hadn’t slept well, not since I handed the evidence to the police and watched Josh's face flash on national news, wanted for possession, manipulation, attempted murder. And defamation. Atleast I had kept my part of our contract deal which was to
LUCIANOI watched as Eloise stood up and walked towards the window, biting her trembling lips. "What did my father ever do to deserve that? He was a nice man. He gave out scholarship and gave most of his property to charity. Why... Just why exactly would someone want to kill him?""Hey.. hey Eloise. Look it's not certain yet but your father would be pleased if his killers are punished. And I promise you I would do everything within my means to make that happen "Eloise turned back to face me, her eyes glistening with unshed tears, the weight of everything crashing down on her at once. I could see the fury beginning to brew behind her sorrow, and for the first time, I was afraid of what might happen next.“I don’t know who to trust anymore,” she whispered, her voice breaking. I moved to stand beside her, but she held up a hand, stopping me. "You can't fix this. Not this time. Not even you."Her words stung like a slap, but I couldn't deny the truth in them. My heart ached as I watch
LUCIANOWith a rare smile on his wide, passionate mouth, and a laden gift box clutched below one powerful arm, I stepped into the lift in Eloise's apartment block. Although I hated surprises, but I knew that she loved them, and I couldn’t wait to see her face when she realised that he was back italy thirty-six hours sooner than he had said. Trust me I worked impossibly long hours to manage that feat.During the few days I spent abroad, I had spent an entire evening shopping and gosh! I hated shopping.Honestly, I had enjoyed the toy stores, though, I wasn't sure I would get almost seven years kids. The shop attendant suggested LEGO or magna tiles. I also added monopoly Scrabbles . I got colouring sets and drawing paper for Kiara, that's what she loved and for Nicole, I got PS5..I know Eloise is going to shout at me for that but... What kind I do? I've got to please the little boy. I just got a laptop for Gianna, that girl should be a detective. I conceded, wishing that El
ELOISEI crossed my arms, my voice sharper than I intended. “I don’t like how I feel about this. When did you two… start, uh—dating? Or fucking?”Laura’s scoff was instant, her eyes narrowing. “Wow. So what? You think Alex can’t love me? Or that he’s too good for me?” Her voice cracked on the last word, a waver betraying how close she was to crying.She blinked rapidly , her lips trembling. I wasn’t angry, I was just confused. I never imagined them together. Alex, who once rolled his eyes at everything Laura said. Laura, who used to call him a “walking red flag.” Now here they were, all soft smiles and intertwined fingers like a cheesy rom-com come to life.Alex wrapped an arm around her, pulling her into his chest. She let him. I let out a humorless laugh, biting the inside of my cheek.“Eloise,” he said gently, like someone trying to reason with a feral cat. “We’re adults. This isn’t something you need to freak out about. She’s your friend.”“And so are you, Alex!” I snapped. “Don’t
ELOISE"He is really cute so I asked him to be my boyfriend "" You chose him just because he's cute?" " Yes mommy, isn't that why you married Daddy?""Well..." I paused, she really caught off guard, "that was part of the reason."My little girl giggled, swinging her leg happily, as she talked to Nicole "See! Then it's okay if I pick someone cute too."I raised an eyebrow, trying not to smile. "Sweetheart, being cute is nice, but what really matters is how someone treats you. Does he make you laugh? Is he kind to you?"Giana nodded seriously. "He gave me the red crayon when he saw I wanted it. And he shared his pudding at lunch.""Wow," I said with a mock gasp, leaning in. "Sharing pudding? That’s true love right there."The little girl beamed. "I know, right? We're getting married at recess tomorrow."Her mom burst out laughing. "Well, I better start planning the wedding, huh?""Yes, but no kissing. That’s gross.""Deal," I said, ruffling her hair, and still grinning at how quickly
LUCIANO"But why?" Eloise asked I mounted the stairs to join her on the landing. Without hesitation, I closed light hands to her shoulders and turned her away from the direction in which she had been about to head. "Our bedroom is this way" I said. "It’s been a really, really lovely day… luci. "As Alex's shocking relationship swam back into my memory like a giant man-eating shark, I was silenced. Thankfully not like I ever doubted her, Eloise doesn't have a thing at all for Alex. I guess I can be less insecure about that her one friend I couldn't get rid of. ‘The very best…"I agreed, with remarkable restraint. " I spent so much time getting you guys gift. I honestly hope it's loved"With careful hands I turned her back to face me and then bent down and swept her up into my arms."What on earth are you doing? Everyone's watching" Eloise gasped.‘I like the fact you’re mine and you need to relax Eloise, we are legally married now. " I shared, striding down the corridor and shoul
ELOISELaura's birthday party started later than I'd anticipated. They should have started without our presence but for no reason they waited in the sitting room untill I walked back in with Luciano my hair looking all messed up.There was barely enough time for me to shower and pick out my outfits and since I don't want to dress like the main character on her day, I really needed extra time to pick an outfit.I ended up choosing a short red dress and for God's sake Luciano still stared at me like I stole the show. "Why don't we go to a double date tonight? I've always wanted to do that with Eloise but she's always the one with boyfriends""I came down here because this party is also for me. I'd have driven you out of not" Luciano rolled his eyes. I've still not understood why this two siblings are always on each others neck but when I had my accident and needed help, they walked perfectly together. "Honey, it's your sister's birthday. Besides I also want a double date with her boy
ELOISEI couldn't contain my shock, I walked back to the sit .“Sorry, but that seat’s taken,” I said, trying to keep my voice even. “i just stepped out.”She didn’t blink. , no shift in posture, she just sat there like she hadn't heard a word I say I subtly caught Laura’s gaze and gave her a sharp nod. Her hand slipped into her purse, fingers curling around her phone. I needed her to call 911 while I keep Claire with me.I leaned forward. “You’re not going to stand?”She didn’t move.“There are other places to stick your ass, lady. This isn’t your husband’s bar.” her tone sharpened, slicing through the air between us.I tilted her head slightly, “Well, it is,” she said slowly. “Get up by the way, you look familiar.”“Do I know you?” she asked, her face still hidden beneath her hood and a curtain of hair.I squinted. “Ain’t you the trash lady? You took my trash one time.”“Excuse me?” Her voice dropped a register.“I’m sure it’s you. I don’t forget faces.”Her lips curled. “I do
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