Elara's POVUncle Damien and Dad are nervous, glancing at each other with wide eyes and panicked gazes. Of course, they should be. It's not every day someone overhears you discussing marriage when they don't even have a boyfriend. So what marriage are they talking about?“Dad, Uncle, what do you guys mean by marriage? Who is there to marry? Did I hear you wrong? I'm sorry for eavesdropping. I know it's wrong, and I shouldn't have been doing it, but…”Dad stands up and comes beside me, trying to talk to me. Instead, I step back. A look of hurt flashes in his eyes.“Hey, don't be like this, honey. I'll explain everything.”“Yes, that's why I'm asking you to explain first, Dad. You're not going to hush me and make me forget what I heard. No, you're going to tell me who is getting married, to whom, and why you guys are quarreling about it.”Of course, I heard them call my name, but I chose to believe that it was a mistake. Maybe his tongue slipped, and he said what he shouldn't have.“Ela
Lorenzo's POVNicola sits across from me as we arrange some files for the meeting we are about to have. Work has been piling up since I didn't have time to come in when I was hospitalized.Thank God he has been there to help me out a great deal. He's a true friend, and I owe him. Not that I'm going to tell him. He's going to use it to his advantage and make me do something I'll probably regret. I'm not stupid.However, even as we work with tons of papers lying in different areas of my normally clean, neat office, a thought keeps bugging me in my head. Something just seems wrong. I don't know what it is, but I can't wrap my head around it. Sophia?Nicola seems to notice that I am absent-minded because he stops working and leans back in his seat, placing his hand on his chin."And what has got your mind far away from here that I asked you a question and you can't answer?"I gaze at him, wondering if maybe he knows the answer to my question. He's my best friend and the only one I can tal
Elara's POV"Dad?" I call him again when he doesn't respond to my question.He looks to be in a daze for a few seconds before shaking his head. "It's nothing, darling. I was just talking to someone from the office.""Dad, you're still in the hospital bed, and you're already talking about work? For real, you should rest. I'm pretty sure you can't wait to get out of here and go to the office," I tell my dad, my hands on my waist."Of course, my bossy daughter. I'm going to rest well and enjoy myself. By the way, I already know my company is in capable hands. Oh, who am I kidding? The company is already yours.""Well, you can always take it back, Dad. The workload is killing me," I chuckle.Dad laughs along and tells me to sit by his bedside. When I do, he holds my hand in his. His plasters and bandages have already been taken off, and he's almost good to go, as the doctor told us. So, we should be leaving tomorrow."I'm so proud of who you've become, Elara. In such a short time, you've
Elara’s POVIt's official.Today has been the weirdest day of my life.From finding out about Lorenzo's accident, to being threatened by his dad, to discovering he has a family, then realizing my dad faked his coma, learning that Lorenzo’s son is being abused by his girlfriend—who was supposed to have died eight years ago—and now hearing Lorenzo ask who I am... I don’t think any day in my life can beat this.Whether in the past or future.Not even the day I stole the billionaire's wallet.Or maybe I'm just going crazy.Because why else would Lorenzo ask me who I am? We've dated for almost five months, plus we knew each other for more than a year before that.My hand flies to cover my mouth, my heart hammering in my chest. I can't believe Lorenzo just asked me that. Am I dreaming or something?"Uh, Lorenzo, what do you mean by that? Is this a joke or something? It's not really funny, you know." I chuckle humorlessly, observing his face for any signs of laughter, no matter how subtle.W
Elara's POV"No! Please don't tell her, she'll kill me. Please, Auntie Elara, please." He trembles, the words spilling out of his lips without control."Auntie Elara, please," he keeps begging while I stand frozen, fisting my hands and preparing to bound into that room or to wherever Sophia is and kill her.I briskly walk away from him, making sure my foot doesn’t make any noise against the floor. When I get to the glass panel, I look into the room, noticing that Lorenzo is fast asleep, machines tied up to his body.There is no sign of Sophia. She is not here.Ethan's shaky voice sounds from behind me. "But Auntie Elara, please, you cannot tell her that I have told you. I'm pretty sure she will kill me. I'm so sorry."So it is true. She is abusing her own son. How pathetic and disgusting.Glancing at the little boy and his trembling and shaking figure, I know I can't resist. If he is this scared, she must have threatened him with something.I'll get everything out of him, then I'll ma
Elara's POVDad pales, and Uncle Damien looks visibly shaken up, his face ashen white. Good. They're scared. Just as they should be after making me believe that Dad was in a coma for so long. How were they even able to pull this off without me suspecting anything?I guess they used the fact that I was heartbroken from Lorenzo's and my breakup to their advantage."Princess, you were still here?" Uncle Damien asks, walking to hug me. "I thought you already went home."Is that why you let your guard down? The question comes so close to my lips, but I hold back from asking it. I'll let them think I didn't hear anything."I did, but couldn't sleep, so I decided to come spend the night here," I respond calmly, noticing how they exchange nervous looks. It almost makes me chuckle, but I hold it in, knowing I can't blow my cover."Dad!" I exclaim out of the blue, hurrying towards his bed and engulfing him in a hug, which is easy because he's sitting in a high Fowler's position. Even though the