Riccardo's POV: As I came outside my car, I saw the manager of the restaurant waiting for me outside. If Ishita was here with me, I would have thrashed at him as she hates unwanted attention but somehow I can't deny it. He is waiting because he knows that I have a breakfast meeting here. Probably, the opposite party must have told him as this is one of my restaurants. I just nodded at him and he guided me inside. He stood in front of the private chamber and I went inside to meet the chairperson and founder of the Blue international. They both immediately stood up seeing me. I just nodded at them and took my seat. Blue International is an Indian company, so the people here are Indians. Though I'm fond of Indians after being the boyfriend of the Indian woman my nature as Armani won't change to any people. I wonder why all of a sudden I got a meeting proposal from the chairperson of the company about the new dealership when the CEO is the one who handles these types of meetings. Anywa
It's silent…the whole room is completely silent and I look at Ishita who is looking at me with the same accusing and happy looks. After a pure five minutes of silence, Noah broke into laughter shocking me. Both Noah and Ishita went and joined those two people at the table. "I can't believe that you didn't even know them when you kidnapped them," Noah told me and I saw all the three looking at me with the same accusing look. "When did I kidnap…" I was about to ask something when I looked at them and Ishita. There are some similarities in their looks and I guess I forgot to notice those two people's features before. My eyes widened at the realization of remembering their last names…Kapoor. I immediately looked down in shame and the ruckus I created. Shit…why I didn't even try to look at the photos of her mom and dad when I even know that she talk to them daily. I asked Gio to keep an eye on them as I care about her family for her but I've never once trie
As I stepped inside the whisper club, the first thing that caught my eye was the well-built man who was none other than my friend who was sitting on one of the VIP boxes with several girls grazing his body like he was some slime which we like to play with. And with all these red lights it looks like he is having some. Like all days, this club is not in full fledge mood today but my friend is still enjoying his day. Oops, let me introduce myself first. I'm Ishita Kapoor and I'm 28, an Indian Italian businesswoman who is the CEO of Blue Internationals, my family company, and I'm also the chairman of Kapoor Interiors, which is my own company that I started 2 years ago. I always dreamt of opening a company in my family name which my parents failed to do. So, let's come to the point. The one who I told you as my friend is none other than best friend of mine since childhood. Noah Mathew is one of the handsome billionaire bachelors but to my eyes, he looks like a monkey, who always snatch
I was sitting in the VIP box in one of my famous clubs in Canada, Whisper, and was looking at my prey who is enjoying his last minutes with girls. Should I say enjoying or should I say that he is digging his own grave by being with those girls? Those girls may look like bitches but they are the professional killers under my mafia and now also they are doing their work. I was lost in my thoughts thinking about how to enjoy his death and that's when I saw a waiter walking towards me with a bottle of red wine but anyone can easily comprehend that he is terrified just by his shaking hands and the sweats all over his forehead. Taking the bottle of wine, I just dismissed him because I didn't wish to play with the scarred goats. I continued to look at my prey and a smirk crossed across my face when I saw one of those girls injecting him with slow poison. Gulping down half of the bottle I was going to get up to go near my prey but I heard some loud enthusiastic voice and looked in the dire
Riccardo's POV: I was only looking at her while she was screaming her guts out as I tried to analyze why this girl was possibly screaming like she saw some ghost. I looked down to see whether I had any blood on my shirt or body or possibly holding a gun in my hands but to my surprise, none that looked scary was on me or in my hands. Then why the hell is she screaming? I got more irritated when I saw her taking the flower pot in her hands. Don't tell me that she is going to attack me with that. But, to my surprise, she walked a few steps back and stood pressing her back on the side of the jet and she didn't even stop screaming. "Why the hell are you screaming woman? Stop screaming before I slit your throat making you stop even talking for your lifetime" I yelled getting angry as seeing her like this started to irritate me. "You…your body" She stammered in an almost audible voice and that's when I finally realized that I still hadn't buttoned up my shirt and the only one b
Riccardo's POV: I watched her as she tried to analyze things and I waited for her to talk while keeping my anger in check. I cleared my throat to get her attention as she was sitting like a statue for more than 10 minutes. The sound did bring her to reality and she smiled at me apologetically. I don't know how to feel but seeing her smiling at me did something inside me and I avoided looking at her. At least, I don't want to look at her until she gives me the perfect explanation for her being inside my jet all alone. "Look, I'm sorry in the first place for being here. I think I boarded the wrong jet. My friend told me to board a G85 and when he dropped me on the runway, I saw this jet and there was no one outside. As I knew the model of the G85 of Boeing, I got inside and started to relax. I'm really unable to find where the mistake happened" She said and her words made me angry not at her but at those stupid securities. They must have left the place after seeing me boarding the
Riccardo's POV: I was going to give my mobile to her knowing that she wanted that but then I remembered that I still didn't know if she was real or not. What if she is any kind of trap? "I want to call someone. Can you please give me your phone?" She asked me still panicking and I wondered what had suddenly got into her. "I can't give my mobile to you. If it is important and doesn't have anything secret, tell me the number. I'll make the call and you can speak but I'll put the call on speaker" I said to her thinking that she wouldn't accept and without even wasting a second, she nodded her head proving me wrong. "The number is 39*********" She told me the number as I typed it on my mobile but was shocked when I saw that the number was already in my contact list. What shocked me more was the name. It's Noah Mathews. I got confused and thought that she must have told me the wrong number or I must have possibly made a typo. "Repeat the number," I told and she again told me the
Ishita's POV: After talking to Noah and knowing that everyone is safe, I felt relaxed but still, I want to go to Noah as soon as possible. I know he must be worrying about me hearing me cry but I couldn't stop myself from crying after what happened here. I'm a strong girl but whenever something happens that reminds me of my past or the present worst situation of mine, I won't be able to control myself. And, this man here and the scars on his body made me remember all of those again. I controlled until I talked to Noah but then I couldn't. When the man here was close to me and how he tried to kill me all made me remember my past but then something was telling me that he was not like any other one. Maybe he is angry but he is not a bad person and I got to know just by his look when he saw me struggling to breathe. I saw regret in his eyes. I closed my eyes in the content and thought about what I was going to do for the next 24 hours with this man. I only opened my eyes when I heard