MasukElara's POV.Toby?Like Silas's team member, Toby?My eyes flicked between him and Antoine, my mouth still open in shock.Antoine's hand dropped to his side, and a faint smile spread across his face.He was friends with Toby. I knew that. What I didn't know was what he was doing here.“So this is the reason you suddenly took an interest in our best player,” Toby said, smiling at me like we were best friends.I crossed my nightgown over my chest and forced a tight smile to acknowledge his presence.“I can argue about the best part,” Antoine muttered, walking away.I kept my eyes on both of them. Someone needed to tell me what was going on, or I might lose my mind and use that gun.Toby walked over to me, his hands tucked into his pockets. “I did not mean to scare you,” he said. “I just didn't want to ruin the surprise. It's something I do all the time.”Yeah, give everyone a panic attack.I swallowed hard, placing a hand on my chest. “It's fine.”He stared at me like he couldn't believ
Elara's POV. Two days passed, and I had to admit that it was less unbearable than I'd imagined.Antoine completely ignored me, and I did everything I could not to get in his way. He cooked his food by himself, did his laundry, and made his coffee. It was almost like I didn't exist in his tiny world. But not all that glitter is gold they say, Arthur was still a pain in the ass. I wasn't shocked or disappointed with his behaviour, I was just curious on how I haven't stabbed him. He followed me around the house. Always wants to start a conversation with me about anything. He was annoying, but surprisingly I liked it. That morning, I was at the swimming pool, swinging my legs in the cold water, my eyes fixed on the water like it could provide some answers for me.I wanted to know where I stood in this world. “It's a nice afternoon to swim,” Arthur said, sitting down beside me. “You're not allergic to the water are you?” I laughed, shaking my head. “I can't swim.” He gasped, pl
Luc's POVI hadn't visited my father in a few years now. Even when he set me up with Amaya again, I kept missing him intentionally, just so I didn't have to see the face that murdered my entire childhood in the name of raising an heir.My father was very close to Mr. Valmort. If anyone could talk him out of going after Antoine, it had to be him.I wanted Amaya to talk to her father, but Amaya refused. Her father hated Antoine as much as she did, so I knew cutting a deal with them wouldn't work — unless that deal was to bring Antoine's head on a plate.My father hated Antoine too. He still saw Antoine as a low-born, mischievous kid. But unlike Amaya and her father, my father's hatred for him wasn't strong enough to pass on a good deal.I sat in the courtyard, waiting patiently for my father. Everything looked the same.Same flowers. Same bench. Same air — the suffocating kind. The only thing that had changed was the fact that I wasn't on edge.I didn't know why, but I felt relaxed.“To
Elara's POV. I stood frozen in shock.What did he mean by that?Amaya must have brought me here to kill me.“Come in,” Antoine said with a grin, extending a hand.I shook my head and slowly stepped back.I couldn't believe this.“I don't understand what you mean,” I said. “Amaya brought me here for what?”He tucked his hands into his pockets, his lips pressing into a thin line.“You can call the bitch for more information,” he replied before walking back inside.Arthur's smile widened as he leaned against the door.“Don't worry, Elara.” He said my name like it was the sweetest thing he'd ever tasted. “You're in safe hands.”I honestly doubted that.My hands shook as I reached for my phone inside my jacket. Arthur noticed and made a small sound.I flinched, and the phone slipped from my hand.He immediately rushed forward to help me, but I raised a hand to stop him.“I'm fine,” I said, looking up at him. “I can do it myself.”He stepped back.“Sure thing.”I picked up my phone and rus
Elara's POV I tried desperately to wash the blood off my hands.I rubbed my palms together beneath the running water, scrubbing every inch of my skin as if I could somehow erase what had happened.But no matter how hard I scrubbed, I couldn't get the image out of my head.I didn't know what to do.He was going to kill that man. I knew Antoine had no heart, and he would make the whole thing disappear without a second thought.But how was I supposed to sleep knowing a man could die because of me?I just couldn't stand there and watch him do it.And now that I'd interfered, I had to watch my back ten times more than I already did.Antoine wouldn't let this go.I turned off the tap and rushed back into the room, my eyes scanning the place for anything that could help me out of this desperate situation.Nothing.“Fuck,” I cried, sliding down the wall until I hit the floor.“Why did you do that? Why did you even agree to go to that party with him?” I asked myself.I buried my face in my ha
Luc's POV“I hope he recovers soon,” I said to the person on the other end of the call. “Yes, I understand, Mr. Valmort.”I turned to Amaya, who was seated on the bench beside me, staring at me with a disappointed look.I sighed, tucking my phone into my pocket. “Don't look at me like that.”She shrugged and flipped to the next page of her magazine.I had just returned from work when my secretary called to inform me that Antoine and some other man had been admitted to the hospital.I knew immediately who was in critical condition.What I didn't know was the family the man came from.Now that I knew, I realized we were screwed.Antoine had crossed a line this time.I had always warned him that beating people up simply because he could would eventually get him into serious trouble, but he never listened.Now, he had been stabbed because he beat up someone he should have simply ignored.Mr. Valmort was my father's business partner. A Mexican businessman.I didn't know much about him, but
ELARA'S POV. I still have no idea how this happened. One moment I was complaining about the leak in my ceilings, the other moment I was walking through the street, enjoying the buzzling city of Paris. And in less than an hour I was having sex with two random French dudes. It started when I ducked
ELARA'S POV. When I got back to the motel, I went straight into the bathroom, turned the shower on as hot as it would go, and stood under it for a long time, mentally cursing every choice I had made since landing in this city.I pulled myself together.I had a job interview.I was not going to let
ELARA'S POV.The next morning, I woke up to the sound of low, tense voices. They were speaking in French. I didn’t understand a single word, but I didn’t need to. The tension in their voices made me know that there was something wrong. Terribly wrong. I kept my eyes closed, pretending to still be
ELARA'S POV We lay there, panting, my body still buzzing from the orgasm. My chest heaved up and down, sticky with Luc's cum. Antoine's load cooled on my stomach. I wiped a hand across my skin, feeling the mess. The air smelled like sex and sweat.Antoine grinned down at me, his cock still half-ha







