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The air between us tightened, but Vincent continued anyway. “From that moment, I stopped being a father trying to understand. I became someone planning revenge,” he said quietly. “But then Christopher’s mother died, leaving him briefly alone. So I waited. I delayed my revenge, deciding to let him fully live through her loss before I struck. I wanted her to rest in peace properly before I began to destroy him.” He shifted slightly in his seat, his gaze locking onto mine. “And just when I thought I’d gotten the chance, you suddenly came into the picture,” he said, his voice shifting slightly. “You married him. So I stopped everything. I attended the wedding like nothing was wrong. I smiled, I played my role as the groom’s father… but from that day, I started watching you. Studying you. Trying to understand who you were—and why you had suddenly appeared out of nowhere and entered Christopher’s life.” Vincent’s eyes narrowed slightly as he leaned forward just a little. “And that was when I discovered who you truly were,” he said. “You weren’t just some ordinary woman. You were hiding something—your real identity. A carefully buried life you didn’t want anyone to uncover. And the more I looked into your background, the more interested I became, because nothing about your life added up the way it should. And with time, I also realized Christopher had been cheating on you long before you ever found out.” A brief, uncomfortable silence followed. “I knew everything, Lisa… even the moment you were almost killed. I sent my men to protect you, but they arrived too late at the bridge. Still, they managed to pull you out of the water just in time. Instead of bringing you back to the city, I decided to fly you out of the country and bring you here—to one of my private estates in Brazil—where you could be safe and recover.” My breath caught slightly at his words, but he didn’t stop. Vincent continued. “I thought you’d need help taking back everything you’ve lost…” His expression darkened slightly, then he leaned back, his voice softening just a fraction as he added calmly, almost too relaxed, “And that’s how you ended up here, honey.” By the time he finished speaking, my mind was overwhelmed. I couldn’t even process half of what I had just heard. Slowly, I forced myself to sit up despite the pain still burning through my body, and stared at him. I was so shocked and confused that I didn’t even know what to say at first. It felt like my brain was still booting, trying to recover lost files. Then I sighed and finally said, “I want to leave,” the words slipping out before I could even think of a more proper response. Surprisingly, Vincent didn’t react strongly. He only watched me as if he had expected that answer. But instead of arguing, he leaned back and studied me for a moment before speaking again. “You can leave if you want,” he said calmly, “but you already know Christopher will not stop looking for you. And I am the only one who can protect you the way you need.” “I don’t need your protection,” I replied sharply, my voice firmer now. “I will handle my revenge my own way. Stay out of it.” That made him pause. For the first time, there was a faint shift in his expression, as if he was analyzing me more deeply. “You want revenge,” he said quietly, “but you won’t survive long enough to take it alone.” “I don’t care,” I snapped. But he didn’t argue. Instead, he leaned forward slightly, his tone lowering. “Tell me something, Lisa,” he said. “Why are you so stubborn?” I frowned. “Well, I also have a question for you,” I said sharply. “Why me?” He didn’t waste time thinking. He spoke immediately, his voice calm but intense. “Because right now,” he began, “you are burning with rage, pain, and revenge. That combination is rare. It’s exactly what I need. That anger, that determination, that broken but unstoppable will to destroy Christopher… I need it. And you are the only one who carries it at this level.” Silence settled between us. I looked at him for a long moment, trying to understand him, trying to decide if I should trust anything he was saying. Then I shook my head slowly. “No,” I said firmly. “I am not interested.” For a moment, he said nothing. Then he stood up slowly, walked toward the door, and stopped just before opening it. “I’ll give you time to think about it, Lisa,” he said without turning back. “This is a very good deal. If you refuse, I will arrange your flight back to California.” He paused slightly before adding, “But think carefully. Because once you leave this place, I will not be able to guarantee your safety.” I stayed silent, watching him as he reached for the door. And then I suddenly spoke up, as if trying to seize the thin line of an opportunity slipping through my fingers. “I want to be declared dead.” I said sharply. He froze. Slowly, he turned back. “What?” I lifted my chin slightly, my voice steadier now. “If I work with you, then the world needs to believe I’m dead. I want to operate from the shadows.” There was no hesitation in him. “Done. What else?” he said, his tone swift and controlled. I exhaled softly, thinking carefully now. “I need to contact one person—Papa James. He needs to know I’m alive. And I need my company back. I am still the rightful controller of everything I built, so I’ll still have to take it back and continue from where I stopped… I want to rebuild it, grow it again, and return to the woman I used to be—the one who took what my parents left me and turned it into something ten times bigger.” Vincent nodded once, serious. “Done.” Then he walked back and sat closer to me again, his voice softer now, almost calculated but strangely calm. “You will enjoy every bit of this journey, Lisa,” he said quietly. “I will make sure of it.” Then, without warning, I leaned in slightly and said, “State your condition.” He looked at me, a faint, almost excited and victorious smile spreading across his lips. Without blinking, he answered swiftly, “Marry me. That’s all.”**********
(Thank you so much for reading up to this point. I’m truly grateful to have you here with me on Lisa’s journey. ❤️ From this point forward, the story is only going to get deeper. There are more secrets, twists, drama, emotions, and unexpected turns waiting ahead, so I hope you’ll be patient with Lisa as she goes through everything coming her way. Her journey is not going to be an easy one, but I promise there are many moments waiting that will make you question, scream, smile, and maybe even break your heart. Also, this is my first time sharing a story like this, so thank you for giving my work a chance and supporting me as I grow as a writer. Every read, comment, and support means more than you know. I hope you’ll continue this journey with Lisa. ❤️ See you in the next chapters.)Lisa's POV“You’ve damaged my blender, Vincent,” I said, my voice dropping to a dangerously quiet level.I let out a small, bitter, dangerous laugh and took two deliberate steps toward him. I raised my right hand and began poking my forefinger directly into his chest, hitting his breastbone with every single word.“I have nothing left to say to you at this point! You seriously need to learn how to control your psychotic temper! You break everything you touch because you can’t handle two seconds of inconvenience!”I poked him hard one last time, glaring straight into his dark eyes.Then I continued;“You are going to replace this exact machine before I come back from the supermarket today. It costs a lot of money, and Enzo was the one who bought that specific blender for me as a gift. So you will either fix it, replace it, or you’ll see what I’m really capable of doing to you.”The moment the name "Enzo" left my mouth, the air in the kitchen seemed to freeze.Vincent’s posture shifted
Lisa's POV Vincent's dark eyes locked straight onto our van through the shattered glass, glowing with a promise of complete destruction.He didn't wait. He didn't ask them to surrender. He didn't say a single word.Vincent raised both weapons and pulled the triggers.RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT! BANG! BANG! BANG!A rain of heavy lead tore through the windshield of our van."GET DOWN!" the leader screamed, but it was too late.The driver’s chest exploded in a spray of blood as three heavy bullets tore through the front glass, dropping him dead across the steering wheel. The horn began blaring in one long, continuous, deafening screech.EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"FIRE BACK! FIRE BACK!" the leader roared, kicking the driver's side door open and blind-firing his machine gun into the rain.Instantly, all seven surrounding SUVs opened their doors. Dozens of Vincent’s men in heavy black armor stepped out into the street, opening a wall of gunfire that shattered the night into pure chaos.THWIP-THWI
Lisa's POV "Get your hands off me! Let me go! Help!" I screamed, kicking my legs as hard as I could against the ruined door frame of the cab."Shut up, bitch!" the masked man roared.He reached inside the smashed window, grabbed me by my hair, and yanked my head back violently. Pain shot down my neck, making tears burst from my eyes. Before I could throw a punch, another masked guy grabbed my arms, pinning them behind my back with a sickening squeeze."Please! Don't do this! Take my money! Take whatever you want!" I sobbed, struggling frantically, my feet dragging along the wet asphalt as they yanked me completely out of the backseat."We don't want your money, sweetheart," the first guy sneered, his hot, foul breath smelling through the fabric of his mask. "You're worth way more than cash.""Grab her legs! Don't let her kick!" the second guy yelled to the others."I said let me go!" I shrieked, landing a hard boot right against one guy's knee.He grunted in pain, but the leader bac
Lisa's POV Once I hit send, I let out a harsh laugh, satisfied, and shoved the phone down onto the seat beside me. "Let's see you ignore that one, you bastard."The smile on my face disappeared when a series of loud horns suddenly filled the air.HONK! HONK! HONK! HONK!The cab driver gripped the steering wheel and looked sharply to his left."What the hell is this guy doing?!" he shouted.I turned around quickly, looking out the rearview mirror Two massive, pitch-black vans with heavily tinted windows had just pulled out from the side alley behind us. They weren't maintaining a normal driving distance—they were driving dangerously fast, cutting through traffic, and locking straight onto our bumper.At first, a wave of annoyance washed over me. I thought it was Vincent’s bodyguards from the hotel. I thought Gregor and his men had noticed my broken window and chased me down to this point."Driver, speed up!" I shouted, leaning forward over the front seat. "Don't let them pull up besi
Lisa's POV Without thinking too much about it, I switched it on.Almost at once, every sound from outside disappeared. The traffic below faded away, and the voices of the bodyguards in the hallway were gone too.The room became completely silent. I could hear my own heartbeat pounding in my ears.It worked.No matter what happened in this room, no one outside would hear a thing.Now even if I made noise in here, those guards outside wouldn't hear a single thing through those thick, soundproofed doors and windows.I didn't waste another second. I quickly gathered my hair, pulling it back tight into a high knot on top of my head so it wouldn't get in my eyes. I yanked off my heavy suit jacket, tossing it onto the sofa, and rolled my blouse sleeves all the way up past my elbows.I looked around the room frantically, searching for something—anything—I could use as a weapon.My eyes fell on a large bronze statue in the corner of the room. It was a sculptured piece, solid enough to take
Lisa's POV My hands were shaking so violently I could barely hold my phone.I stood in the center of the beautiful glass-floored room on the top floor of King's Hotel, staring down at my phone.Vincent had read every single message.He had seen and read every single word that I'd typed and sent to him. The little blue double-checks marks stared back at me, making it impossible to pretend that Vincent didn't see my messages.He was somewhere out there, opening every message... and choosing not to reply to a single one.And now I had just sent him the most explosive, terrifying question possible—asking him why Duncan had called him ‘dad’ before taking a bullet for him at the church—and Vincent Storm had simply ignored me. Again."You arrogant, selfish bastard," I whispered to the empty room, my teeth grinding together.I couldn't breathe. My chest felt like it was being crushed under a heavy rock. Ever since the shooting at the church this morning, my head had been spinning in a mill
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