LOGIN“Why decline when he's offering and I'm not asking?” –Leon swallowed and cleared his throat loudly. "I mean, I did try to do something but then a man walked up to me and called you his wife. Doesn't it make more sense that way? "The man that kidnapped you forcefully made you his wife, probably, or maybe you actually consented to the marriage and you're just pretending to not remember.""Leon, one more word about this and I'll--""The boy is making sense." Helen said, cutting Leon's mother off. "After all, he is a very smart boy. But why didn't you report to the airport security?" "Yeah Leon," Rebecca added. "Why didn't you save me?" Leon let out a soft chuckle. "Fine, maybe because I had my doubts and I wasn't looking forward to embarrassing myself further." They all shared a laugh, the tense moment relaxing. But then Leon decided to make it harder for Rebecca to sit down at the table. He looked up at her and smiled. "Well whatever happened to you, it's been three good years wh
“The more I find out about him, the less it tries to surprise me.”–Diego nodded in response as he received Vincenzo's words. He went ahead to freshen up and join his brother for a rather early breakfast. Chase beamed at the sight of his brother. "Diego, glad you're doing alright. How has everything been?"Diego didn't return the smile, he couldn't. He felt so tired and drained. "It's good to see you too. How's Africa?" He asked as he pulled out a chair for himself. "Africa's doing great." Chase responded with a shrug of his shoulders. "I'm glad to have left it in a better condition that I met it though, I treated so many people and they were so happy.""Of course." Diego said dryly. Chase noticed the bags under Diego's eyes and the look of fatigue spreading across his face. "Didn't sleep much, I see." Diego smirked. "Don't prescribe anything for me. I'm good." He picked up a cup filled with hot coffee and took a greedy sip from it. Chase gave a roll of his eyes. "Relax, I'm not
“The stench of pride is more bearable than the look of arrogance in his cold eyes.”–Rebecca woke up feeling a little tired, she realized she was alone in bed and she knew Beatrice would have come for Timothee by that time. With a sigh, she rubbed her weary forehead as she threw the blanket off herself and climbed out of bed. A knock echoed on her door and she answered. "Come in!"Beatrice walked in and greeted her with a big smile. "Good morning ma'am, you're awake now." "Yes. And Timothee?" "He's having breakfast downstairs. I came to tell you earlier that Mrs Helen left a message for you but you were still sound asleep." Beatrice explained. Rebecca couldn't hide it, she was displeased from hearing that name but she forced a smile to her face as she responded. "Oh, what is it? I hope it isn't urgent, because if it is then you should have woken me." "It's nothing too serious ma'am and I was checking the time just in case." Beatrice had a warm motherly smile to her face whenev
“I'll trade anything in the world to watch you sleep every day of my life.”–Rebecca stood frozen for more than a second, she could almost feel his hands around her body, those sexy lips placing kisses all over her too. If only she would just close her eyes and let her imagination consume her entirely. A gasp escaped from her mouth as she heard a knock on her door. "I'm coming!" She immediately threw on her top before the door would open and pulled it down to at least cover her body. She stared in surprise as she saw Timothee walk into the room, rubbing his tired eyes. "Tim, baby, what's wrong?" She asked him as she went down on her knees and opened her arms out to him. Timothee wouldn't mind seeing his mother dressed half naked like that. He was only a little boy. Her breathing was a little raspy and uneasy as she tried to calm herself and act like she wasn't just about to have an orgasm from her own imagination. He stood there in his mother's arms and allowed her to embrace
“How am I supposed to say no when he talks to me like that?” –Rebecca got home exhausted that evening, Timothee was already asleep so she put him to bed and went straight to her own bedroom. As she opened the door, she stumbled backwards as she met Helen sitting on her bed. "What are you doing inside here?" "Waiting for you, what else would I be doing in your room?" Helen responded nonchalantly. She tapped on the bed next to her for Rebecca to come and sit down next to her. Rebecca stood by the door and crossed her arms below her breast. "What's going on?" Helen arched her brow at Rebecca's defiance and chuckled softly. She leaned back on her hands, looking leisurely around the room like she was purposely wasting Rebecca's time. Rebecca scoffed and gave a roll of her eyes but didn't say another. Helen finally spoke up. "The board of directors had a virtual meeting today about you and they are not satisfied with what's going on." "Well neither am I but I am working on ferventl
“How dare that manipulative bastard?!”–Rebecca rose to her feet before she even realized it. "What do you mean by all our suppliers have pulled out?" "Exactly what you heard!" Helen spat out angrily. "What did I tell you? Every single one of them doesn't have faith in us anymore because your father's name has failed us. "You had better marry Leon Visconti as fast as possible or else everything your father worked hard for will disappear like it was never there and you'll be nothing but a useless failure who's a single mother!" Before Rebecca could say another word, Helen hung up the call. A scoff left Rebecca's mouth as she rubbed her weary forehead. "Oh my goodness! What am I supposed to do now? All our suppliers have pulled out for no reason." "What's going on?" Diego questioned, his thick brows furrowed deeply as he rose to his feet. "Are you having a work crisis?" "Yes." She admitted with a sigh. "I reopened my father's business where he made cosmetic products. I'm also wor
“This desire will be the death of me!”_Rebecca wondered if that was how her life was meant to end. Being killed for something she didn't even dream about doing. His hold around her neck tightened and she could feel the air seizing from her lungs. She couldn't even speak now if she wanted to. Sh
It shouldn't hurt but it still does_Diego woke up with a soft groan. Opening his eyes, he felt even more tired than he did when he went to bed. How did he get to his room anyway? The last thing he remembered was going to the balcony for a smoke. Rubbing his forehead slightly, he tried to rememb
Answers? More like dead end riddles._A lot of questions stormed through Rebecca's mind at once. She tried to pick the best three out of the millions that plagued her mind. Why was she being held captive? What kind of business did her dad do with them? Who were they hiding from? What happened to
“How troubled is his young soul?” –Rebecca woke up with a soft moan escaping her lips. She was met with an unfamiliar ceiling looking down at her and a skull splitting headache pinned her down as she tried to sit up. She groaned softly and laid back down with her eyes closed. Opening her eyes a







