ELENA“What the fuck you doing here?” I demanded, my voice sharp as steel.Atlas paused a few steps away from where I sat, staring down at me with a blank expression.I bolted to my feet moments later, enraged. “Are you stalking me now?” I queried, my tone growing harsher. “Is that it?!”That would explain why he was here, in this graveyard, right? Could he be here because of Braden?No… how would that happen?Why did he keep popping up everywhere I went, in my head and all?The expression on his face shifted to a slightly puzzled look, and I blew out a blast of air in annoyance, pushing my fingers through my hair.“Look, Atlas,” I started in a pissed tone, glaring at him, “I’ve had enough of you and your bullshit today, trust me. You and every other fucking Grant. So I believe it would be best if you just stayed away from me, huh?”Without waiting for a response, I tumbled the rest of the wine in my mouth, and crouched down to snatch up the box I’d come with.“Excuse me,” I bumped in
ELENAI had barely gotten any farther away from Luke, not even close to the door, when he suddenly grabbed my wrist from behind, whirling me around to face him. I glared up at him, forcing myself to not wince from the pain of being held so tightly. Roughly. Viciously.“What?” I snapped when he wouldn’t say anything, staring down at me with a mix of confusion and rage on his face. Almost like he couldn’t figure out how I’d gotten so gutsy…“So,” he started, his tone cold, “you’re gutsy enough to give me warnings now, huh?”I shoved his wrist off, shrugging. “Well, you could say, ‘more self aware’.”I scoffed as his pupils dilated in even more surprise, and I flipped my hair backwards. “Stay the fuck away from me, Luke.”As I turned around again, he followed me still, out of the room and down the stairs, howling threats at me. “Think you can come into my house and give me warnings?” He yelled, his voice straining with agitation. “I’ll fucking ruin you, Elena! Don’t you dare me!”Comp
ELENAI watched as Atlas picked up the document and threw it down in front of him, keeping his gaze fixed on mine all the while.His gaze was electrifying, and somehow rid me of every saliva in my mouth, making me squirm in my seat.“Are you going to sign that or not?” I croaked out, sticking out my tongue and running it across my lower lip.He cocked a brow as his fingers skimmed the document to the last page. “Did I say I wasn’t going to?” He shot back, his voice low and husky, his eyes dark and droopy.I adjusted again in my seat, clearing my throat as I suddenly felt small under his intimidating gaze. “Well, uhm,” I licked my lips again, my teeth grazing it a bit, “you’re just wasting a lot of time, so I think m-maybe you don’t want to. Because if you’re cool with the terms, you would have—“He scoffed in a surprisingly polite manner, cutting me off, then bent his head and scribbled his signature at the bottom of the page. “You didn’t think I was simply mesmerized by your beauty?”
ELENAI’d spent the past few days pondering so hard on everything that’s happened recently, and the crazy web of fate I’d found myself tangled in, with the Grants.Just why in the flying fuck was all this happening?First it was Braden, the one I actually loved.Then it was Luke. The bastard that deceived and seduced me just to steal from me.Now, it was Atlas. The drop-dead gorgeous, six feet tall, striking-blue-eyed man I’d impulsively had a night-stand with.All of them fucking Grants.How did I get here?No matter how much I thought about it, the blame kept falling to Braden. Yes… he was the reason I was in this mess.I mean, if he hadn’t kept me away from his family, shielded me away, I most probably wouldn’t have been in this mess. Because then, I’d have been able to tell what kind of person Luke was, and also know he had another gorgeous man for a brother.True, Braden had always told me his family were all bad people, and didn’t want me involved with them. It was only now I un
ATLASI was just on my way to my office when the call came in. Sighing, I slid my fist off my jaw and tapped the answer button on the screen. “Yes,” I grumbled out, keeping my eyes on the highway. “Why do you sound so snappy this early?”My father’s voice filtered through the car speaker, grating on my nerves. “This early?” I bit back. “It’s past ten, father.”What did he want? He rarely called. “I see,” he paused, an uncomfortable silence stretching for the next few seconds. “Well,” he added after a while, “we’ll be having this.. brunch thing in thirty minutes, and I’d like for you to be here.”“Why do you want me there?” I demanded, my tone even colder. “I mean, this is new.”“It’s important that you’re here, Atlas,” my father retorted in an equally cold tone, the playfulness vanishing into thin air. “We’ll be discussing business and sorts.”Sighing heavily, I lifted one hand and raked it through my hair, highly displeased at the sudden disruption of my plans. “Well, informing
ELENA CARLSONWho is Atlas Grant?This man standing here offering me 10 million dollars to take down Luke Grant was a complete stranger to me. “What do I have to lose?” I had said earlier on but now that I stare into his eyes, there was this darkness in it that I could not place my hands on. If he had ten million dollars to give away, why didn't the Grants go after him and not me. Braden was rich, he had two successful businesses, one in the clothing line and one as an investor in a firm. But he wasn't “Give away 10 fucking Millon dollar” kind of rich. “Elena, I would need you to give me an answer, so that I can have my Lawyers draw up a contract,” his voice was calm again, almost too calm and his expression unreadable. I hate when people’s face don't give off their intentions. Mostly you can tell the intent from their expression but with Atlas, there was nothing. Point blank. “A contract with the devil, I see,” I muttered, the words playing on my lips a little bit long. “Don't s
ATLAS GRANTSEVEN YEARS AGO“ I am here to visit, Elena Carlson,” I muttered to the guard in the black and white striped uniform. My voice was shaky. This would be the first time I stepped into a prison. Elena is a stranger to me, I mean, she doesn't know me. But I know her. “And who are you?” the Guard with the unlinked goatee had asked. I hesitated, not sure if I should give my real name.“Atlas, Atlas Jasper,” I responded, Jasper was my middle name. He buzzed me in and I made my way to the visitor area. I sat down, gently tapping the table nervously as I waited for Elena, she had not been convicted yet. Her trial would be in a few days, and I was here to stop her from making the biggest mistake of her life.She strode in with handcuffs in her hands, her eyes were dim and her eye patches faded in pale yellow. Her hair was messy and it looked like she had lost a few pounds. I adjusted my sunshades and fake mustache. I had worn a disguise because I didn't want her to know who I w
ELENA CARLSONMy eyes slowly peeled open and the world around me felt like a blur. A sharp pain ran from my head down to my eyes as the light beside me shone on them. My eyes slowly adjusted to the light and that was when my eyes fell on the man by my side. He was naked, and he had his back turned to me. Since his breathing was slow, and peaceful, I could tell that he was asleep.My eyes fell on my body, I was naked too. Shit! Shit! Shit! It was all coming back to me now. I had met this man yesterday and I had asked him to take me upstairs. I had requested for him to fuck me.Fuck, why did I remember every detail of how I screamed when he made me cum multiple times? I thought hangovers made people forget things like that. I had to get out of there before he woke up. I couldn't stand the shame of looking a stranger in the eyes and saying, “Sorry, last night was a mistake,”I gently tiptoed out of the bed, picking up pieces of my clothing that was scattered all around the room. I
ELENA CARLSON“Oh my God, Elena,” Emily wrapped me in a bear hug, one of her hands tightening around me while the other hand pushed through my hair after I concluded the ordeal of my life to her. Emily had been my friend since we were in kindergarten. I had shown up in her house unannounced as I had nowhere else to go and she had welcomed me with open arms. “I hate him, Emily. I hate him so fucking much. He used me, he never loved me. I went to prison for that man, and this is all I got in return,” I mumbled as more tears streamed down my cheeks. “I can't believe he was married to you for seven fucking years just to get back his brother’s money,” Emily said in disbelief.“I am so stupid. Why didn't I see it from miles away? The way he approached me, flirting at his own brother’s funeral with me. He made me feel loved, less lonely. He love-bombed me, I thought he was like Braden….” I couldn't even finish my words. Braden would never do this to me. Luke is anything but Braden.“It