MasukThe board did not bother to veil their murmurings anymore. They shared meaningful looks, making faces I feared might finally break my self-control. “I say we vote.” Leonardo Rossi spoke up for the first time.I stiffened. What? How could they want to vote on something that was so clear? Olivia was the biggest shareholder, and more business savvy than anyone, so why the hell was this up for debate?But before I could say a word, the others were already nodding in agreement.This couldn't be real. It felt like a bloody movie. Were they doing this because of the affair rumors? Or simply because she was a wife? Because there was no doubt about her competence, she literally saved this company and all their shares.When I glanced at Olivia, it hurt me to see how stiff she was, all ice with a neutral face, because I knew she felt completely different inside. This must be eating at her. I looked up then to put an end to this bloody farce, but felt her hand on my knee under the table.
The Gyehna did not die that night, nor was he dead the next, despite the multiple attempts on his life after our bounty became the hottest gossip in the underworld.Also, the board members refused to fuck themselves, so we were forced to attend yet another board meeting.Caroline, the loud bitch, seemed to have a personal vendetta against Olivia. My suspicion was that she had grown a soft spot for Dean despite their endless arguments at board meetings.She probably regarded him as her son in some way, because as soon as Olivia and I walked into the boardroom, the click of her stilettos heralding our entrance, Calorline’s mouth twisted into an ugly smirk.Her bloodred manicured nails drew lazy lines on the glass table-top.“Hello,” Olivia said now, regarding the board members at the table with that icy stare that made everyone shrink under her gaze. Everyone except Caroline.I pulled a seat out for her at the head of the table.“You seem to have a talent for drawing those gossip vultur
Chris brought one of the cars around, and I helped Olivia into the backseat as I told him we were headed straight for the airport.“Elora can send the suitcases on the next flight,” I added, and Chris gave a nod before jogging off to his car behind. “Sonsy. You’re quiet.” I turned to Olivia as Chris' SUV sped past us to arrange the jet before we arrived.“When will it end?” She responded, staring at the demarcation glass sightlessly. “I feel like a walking target. If I couldn’t even be safe in a country where no one is supposed to know me, how am I supposed to survive a day in Silicon Valley?”I winced.This was all my fault. I promised to fix this over and over, but kept coming up short.The Gyehna, true to his name, was a sly bastard, a sly bastard and a coward who surrounded himself with fools he’d brainwashed to do his bidding.Every day, I found myself more tempted to accept Tara’s offer to wipe him out. I shifted in my seat, as shadows played in the car at every streetlight ou
Gritting my teeth, I pulled the throttle back till my chest was almost flat with the tank, Olivia leaning behind me.I was nervous. This was the worst time to feel such emotions, but I couldn’t stop thinking about how exposed she was there behind me. My eyes darted nonstop to the side mirrors, and two of my guards' cars were driving behind us, but still I was terrified of what just one shot could do.“Hold on.” I barked, and her hands were around me immediately, guns dangling above my thighs as I wheeled the bike around on just its front tire, moving up the road which led towards a bridge.Tires screeched behind me as the guards took a sharp turn, following at full speed. Olivia, raised the gun to resume shooting, and then she hissed with a curse, and even before she said it, I knew.“We’re out of bullets.” I sped into the dark bridge underpass, the world flying past us in a blur. I was going to get us out of this somehow. I did not care if I died tonight, I had to make sure she
COLTI watched Olivia back in our private box, laughing easily as she tapped her foot in time to the hum of a Cello, crossing her fingers to the heart-stirring sound of a violin, her eyes burning bright when a singer hit an impossibly high note, and it shamed me that I couldn’t keep her this way.She already seemed to have forgotten all about Serah after I assured her that regardless of what the bitch was here for, she was safe.But although I had done everything in my power to make that true, I hoped some tiny cracks did not appear and destroy all my defenses.My eyes scanned our surroundings for the millionth time, and although the place was mostly dark, it looked normal enough. Rich guests, too enthralled with the experience to care about anything else.I liked to hope that was the same reason Serah May was here; the entertainment, although my more logical mind disagreed with that. She was one of Sam’s best friends, and if the Mayor’s wife was slandering Olivia, I found it impossi
A night out in a city that doesn't know your sins has its perks. First, you can observe your scenery in a completely carefree manner because you know no one is watching you with malicious intent like internet gossip. You could hold the hands of the man you loved without shame and easily blend in with the crowd of other elegant couples, and when those couples commented on how good you both looked together, you knew there were no subtexts, and they were being completely honest.So by the time our car rolled up the cobbled driveway, tires whispering against slush, I was grinning from ear to ear and ready for the night. Colt turned then, and edged his index finger towards me as I blinked in nervous excitement.“You look lovely, Sonsy.” He said in that deep, seductive voice, sinking his finger into the lace trimming of my matching burgundy gloves, just above my elbow, his gloved hand moving in a caress across my bare skin beneath the gloves.“You have told me that about thirty times.” I







