LOGINLuc's POVAmaya was fast asleep when I came back home.I was relieved.My father had told her about the child thing, and she had been very persistent about it.Just seeing her asleep on my bed stirred something in me.Seeing her cuddled up on my bed made me gag.I took another step inside when I heard the unmistakable click of a gun being cocked behind me.“Bold of you,” I said as a slow smirk spread across my lips.“Not bold enough,” Antoine replied, standing up from the seat in the corner. “I was so close to killing your precious fiancée, but I didn't pull the trigger. I waited for you to come back.”I groaned when the tip of the gun pressed against the back of my head. “Unfortunately, the love I have for you is greater than the hate I have for her,” I sighed. “How did you get her under? Amaya doesn't sleep this early, and she's a light sleeper.”“You know your bitch better than you knew my mother?” he laughed. It wasn't a happy laugh. It was broken, with a hint of sadness. Almost
Luc's POV. I watched Elara dance carefully from upstairs. She was completely out of place in the crowd, but somehow she stood out for me. The black leather pants clung to her, giving her skin the perfect This club thing was my father's. Apparently, he trusts me with everything except the club. He trusts me with every illegal business that he owns but not the clubs. It was his major source of income, and that was the place I wanted to be. I planned my attack carefully. I knew Hugo wasn't dead. So I made sure my father knew about Hugo. My father was a sick man, I knew he would take the bait, but I was disappointed that he did. Was that how desperate he wanted me back?I wanted to return to the organisation for years, but I knew there was no way my father would take me back if I had come to him myself. My father believed in manipulation, violence, blackmail, and every kind of gruesome way to make a person do what he wanted. So I had to give one. What I did not expect was him actu
Elara's POVThe club was insanely loud.Music blasted from the speakers so hard that I could feel the bass vibrating through my chest. The lights flashed across the room—red, blue, purple—turning everyone's faces into quick, blurry shadows.People were everywhere.Bodies pressed against bodies as they danced without caring who was watching. Some swayed slowly with drinks in their hands, while others moved wildly to the beat, their hips rolling and their hands thrown above their heads. A few couples were practically glued to each other, disappearing into the crowd whenever the lights went dark.The air smelled like spilled alcohol, expensive perfume, sweat, and smoke.The floor was sticky beneath my shoes from all the drinks that had been spilled throughout the night.This place wasn't meant for me.Thank goodness Jenny was with me.I really wanted to go to the club. I hadn't had alcohol in a long time, and with everything going on, I really needed it.As soon as I told Jenny about the
Elara's POV. I sat at the corner of the pool, eagerly waiting for Mario's call. He hadn't replied to any of my messages, and I was losing it. “Hey.” Jenny, my new assistant, walked over to me. “Luc asked for coffee. Should I take it?” I looked at my phone and sighed. “Nah, I'll take it.” No matter how hard or how long I stared at my phone, it still wouldn't make Mario reply to my messages. I just hoped my ten thousand messages wouldn't scare the daylight out of him. I stood up and packed my hair into a loose bun as I walked back into the house. With Jenny, things had gotten a lot better. She could actually cook, and Amaya's friend had recommended her. I didn't know why Amaya hired an assistant for me, but she reminded me that this was her house and that it was her rules. Besides, she knew I wasn't in Paris as her permanent chef. I was just there for the meantime. After preparing the coffee, I took it to his office. I knocked on the door and walked in without waiting for a res
Luc's POV. I had to work for my father, that was my father's only request, and the annoying and irritating request of a grandson. And I had to say, my father had finally gotten to me. If I don't fulfill his wishes, that stupid video is going to go out to the public. Like my father said, he had nothing to lose, but I'd lose more than I had. I didn't want Elara around me, but now that my father knows about her existence, he started asking questions if she said anything about being pregnant. I knew my father already had his eyes on her, and I knew the destruction that follows if he comes in contact with her.So asking Elara to stay back wasn't because I cared about her reputation, it was because I wanted to keep her away from my father. I thought of hiding Elara in the darkest and farthest place on earth, but after the stupid thing that we did in the hotel, I don't trust my father around her. My father was already using the video as a tool to force me to do his bidding. I did not n
Elara's POVSilas was in Paris?Why was he here?Okay, I know that wasn't a question. No one owns Paris. He can go wherever he wants, but I couldn't believe Toby chose Silas over me.Just when I thought he was different from the rest of the team.Like I said, I didn't need to go with Toby. All I needed was a new dress to wear for the occasion. That's what I told myself.But it wasn't as easy as I thought.For all I knew, Silas might be on the other side of Paris. There was no way we'd cross paths unless Toby wanted it to happen. But why did my chest feel… weird?No, Elara. Silas hurt you. You're so over that boy. You had sex with Antoine and Luc, who were way hotter than any plastic surgery could make him. That's enough of a sign that you're pretty enough to get another boyfriend.I wiped my tears and spread out all the money I had on the table. I'd saved more money working with the Laurents than I'd saved working for Silas as his secretary for years.Silas had nothing on me.Sure, he
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. “Get out! You were nothing but a sex toy! I never loved you. You’re weak and ugly!”Those were the last words my boyfriend of ten years ever said to me.Ten years all in vain. My boyfriend and I were homeless, orphaned people. We lived in a camp all through our lives but that didn't
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







