Sheila's POV"Are you okay, mi amor?" André asked me again for what felt like the millionth time tonight, making me nod in affirmation."We could go back, if you don't feel like it anymore." He whispered, making me roll my eyes at him."Seriously, I'm fine with it, André." I groaned out in frustration, earning a small smile from him.I could tell he was nervous, given the current situation and what we were just about to do, so I reached out to his hand, slowly intertwining our fingers. He seemed to be more calmer.Hugo was seated in the front, driving us to our destination with total concentration on the road before us. We had just been invited by none other than El Narco to a fundraiser event for charity. At first, we were skeptical to the whole idea of El Narco hosting a fundraiser event for charity? But then again, we weren't the only ones invited. André still felt like something was off, despite the fact that a whole lot of wealthy people would be in attendance.Nonetheless, we de
Sheila's POV*"There she is. Get her!" One of the men shouted, as I narrowly escaped being knocked down by a moving vehicle.The rain fell continously upon my barely covered body, as I scampered to safety....anywhere away from El Narco's terrifying men. They've been after me all day and at this rate, they could very well catch me soon. My heart rate was going crazily fast, as I ran desperately. Wheezing sounds from my lungs, filled my ears and my breathing became more labored by the seconds. Oh God! I was going to die out here in the cold if I'm even able to escape the men. I lost my inhaler and here I was, being chased by unknown men, on a cold, rainy night.I had no doubt that the men were all armed to the teeth and could just gun me down if they wanted to. They must have had specific orders from El Narco himself, to bring me to him alive and unscathed. He's hell bent on making me pay back his money. Money that I didn't even take from him in the first place. I kept forcing myself to
Sheila's POVA tiny finger poked at my face, as I slept on the large, warm bed. It rained through the night yesterday and for me, it made sleeping even more enjoyable. The sound of soft giggles assaulted my ears and I frowned with my eyes still closed. How does she manage to so bubbly every morning?I opened my eyes to be met with wider, blue ones.... very similar to her father's. Madeline Wolfe, the nine year old daughter of André Wolfe, who had been keeping me company for the past three days. I got to know that André is indeed a single dad, which leaves Madeline to be by herself most times, since he's basically a very busy person. She had been showing me around the large, grand mansion and even pointing out places that are considered forbidden and out of bounds...which happen to be a lot. Sometimes I find myself enjoying her company, other times I find her a bit overwhelming. This morning was one of those "overwhelming" moments. I've always wanted to have children of my own with Dyl
Sheila's POV"I don't understand." I said to André, clearly confused by the information he just gave me."My sources have searched all the facilities in Russia, where your boyfriend could possibly be and they found nothing." André said, leaning back on his seat.We were currently in a place that seemed to be his home office. We were seated opposite each other with a huge desk separating us."For someone who is allegedly innocent, your boyfriend sure knows how to hide." He said, looking pointedly at me."Anybody would be hiding if they were told someone like El Narco was after them." I suddenly said back to him without thinking.He raised one of his eyebrow at me."So you admit." He said, leaning forward on the desk to look at me. I looked away from his intense gaze."Why do I have a nagging feeling that you're way more involved in this than you claim?" He asked me."Because I'm acting in the defense of someone I love?" I snapped."Dylan has been the first and only boyfriend I've ever
Sheila's POVThe only thing I saw was red, as I marched furiously to where I knew André would be. For the past few days we've been together on an exclusive, private island of his; André's idea of a "honeymoon". We would occasionally pose for pictures from paparazzi and random photographers, just to keep up the "married couple" image. It was exhausting in a way, considering the fact that we both knew better. In my hand was a newspaper with a headline and a whole shitty article about me. Normally, one would be overjoyed to appear on the news or whatever but not when I'm being labelled as a "Billionaire's latest slut". I fastened the robe on my body, in an attempt to give me a little more decency, as I was wearing a ridiculously tiny piece bikini. It was my first time wearing things like these and I've been out swimming and tanning all day.I felt my anger and frustration increase some more, as I ran up a long flight of stairs. Why does every house he own, need to have so much stairs? W
Sheila's POV"Champagne my lady?" A waiter smiled at me, holding up a tray of glass flutes. "No, thanks. I'd prefer water." I politely declined, to which he just nodded and moved on.I sighed as I looked around the hall, filled with rich and influential people. I knew I was attending the event as André's wife, but I still couldn't help but feel out of place.I was clad in a black, high slit dress that did little to hide my full cleavages and seemingly increasing curves. Apparently, André has a knack for women in provocative dresses. He wanted to show me off like some trophy, a prize he had just won. No wonder the press keeps referring to me as his latest slut.I was getting bored sitting by myself and watching the men and women around, flirting and exchanging pleasantries. My mind flashed for a second, to the main reason I'm present here today; El Narco.A small part of me couldn't help but feel like André was finally tired of protecting my ass, he was finally giving me up to El Narc
Sheila's POVHow could I not see it earlier? I had been so focused on escaping El Narco, that I walked into an even bigger fire. André Wolfe was that fire and he almost consumed me tonight.I made my way towards my room in this annoyingly, huge mansion. André was with his father in the hospital, so he should be pretty occupied for the whole night. That should give me enough time to pack my few belongings and hightail out of here. I have to get away from all this. I never wanted my life to come with this much drama.Getting into my room, I grabbed a small leather bag and started rummaging through the wardrobe for a few old clothes of mine. I made sure not to take any of the stuffs that André had bought for me. My belongings weren't much, so it was pretty easy fitting all of them into one bag."Sheila?!" Madeline's soft voice suddenly made me halt my actions. My eyes widened in shock and I couldn't find it in me to turn around and regard her.Wasn't she supposed to be at a friend's plac
André's POVI angrily stormed into my room, frustrated at the fact that Madeline had to see me like that. It's been over a month since my father's death and I still couldn't get my act together. Heck! I wasn't even around to attend my own father's funeral.I had been working overtime for these past days, spending more nights out and coming back home mostly drunk. I knew my daughter was concerned about me but I couldn't find it in me to face her. She had been spending more time with Sheila and they seem to be getting even closer. Maybe I should find comfort in that fact.I took off my suit, after pulling off my shoes. Standing in front of my mirror, I winced when I saw the battered state of my face. I had quite a number of cuts and bruises from the fight at the club, earlier tonight. I was always getting into one fight or the other these days too.A gentle knock sounded on my door, making me turn my head towards that direction instantly. I already knew who it was. "Come in." I mumbled