로그인Luc's POV. “You didn't have to come,” Amaya whispered as we walked into the VIP section.I glanced over my shoulder.Elara was behind us, walking slowly as she admired the pieces we passed.That measly girl.She had the nerve to threaten me, and I was stupid enough to back down.Elara might have closed the deal with Darla, but as long as Darla wasn't in my father's hands, there was no deal.And I didn't have the patience of a tortoise. I wanted to enter my father's territory and find everything I needed to.Elara's gaze met mine, and she smiled.That little, innocent smile burned through my resentment toward her.“Right this way,” the manager said, drawing a curtain aside for us.We walked to the seats and sat down.“It's so nice to see you again,” the manager said with a wide smile. Too wide, in fact, making my skin crawl.“You know my style, Amaya said. “Please, pick out the best dresses.”The manager nodded. “Yes, ma'am.”“And while you're at it, please pick out some dresses for h
ELARA'S POV.You might think Luc would be proud of me for closing the deal, but instead, I got shouted at for leaving the house without telling anyone.What should I have done? Gone to his bedroom to ask for freaking permission?What a loser.I should have left him on the bathroom floor. Maybe taken a picture or something.I picked up my recipe book and headed to the kitchen with the little strength I had left.Oliver's request was simple. I had to make sure Luc and Amaya got together.I didn't want to take the offer. I mean, they were fully grown adults, capable of making their own decisions. But then I thought about Darla and Luc.Darla needed the support, and Luc… I just felt sorry for him.He had given his life to Antoine, who, by the way, had been nothing but ungrateful. I didn't care if Luc realised he was wasting his time on Antoine, but I pitied his old father, who just wanted a grandchild.Who didn't want a grandchild?“Hey!” Amaya waved at me from afar.I stopped walking and
ANTOINE'S POV.I almost crashed my car into the gate, but then I remembered that the asshole had a gate thicker than his ego, and I hated the hospital.So, I parked the car and stepped out.Immediately, the gate opened, but I didn't bother entering the compound. Instead, I went to the truck and pulled out a baseball bat.The tip of the bat was covered with the dried blood of its previous victim, and soon, it was going to be smeared with Oliver's blood, or whoever had stomped on Luc.I had no idea why I was doing this. Maybe I was just looking for an excuse to hit Oliver after finding out that he had killed my mother and was holding my sister captive.Luc said Amaya wasn't involved in this, so according to him, she was off-limits. But he never said I couldn't bash Oliver on my own accord.And this was an opening.The door opened as soon as I stepped onto the first step.Diego stepped out, staring at me like I was something beneath him. He had no fear in his eyes, and it felt like an in
Elara's POVI sat across from him, playing with the hem of my shirt and forcing a stupid smile each time our eyes met.Oliver was the spitting image of Luc. Even though he was noticeably older, you could still see the resemblance. They had the same stance, the same posture, and almost the same voice. The only difference was that Oliver's voice was rougher and deeper.“Are you sure you don't need anything?” he asked softly.I shook my head.Luc liked talking about his father as though he were some devil, yet this man had been nothing but kind since I called him last night.I knew you shouldn't judge people too quickly, but first impressions mattered, and this guy had made a good one.“I just want to say it's an opportunity to meet you,” I said, placing a hand on my chest. “It's an honour to meet a prestigious man like you.”“Trust me, I'm more honoured to finally meet you,” he replied, sipping his cup of tea.I stared at him.Something had changed.A cold shiver ran down my spine.“I'm
Luc’s POV“Why do you look like you lost something you shouldn't have?” Antoine mocked as he entered the kitchen.I gulped down the glass of milk and turned to him with a cold glare.The audacity to come and mock me when he was the one who had put me in this condition.I inhaled deeply and picked up the stick. “How's my project?”“Still haven't met the bastard, and he's ticking me off,” Antoine hissed, tucking his hands into his pockets and pushing his hips forward.“Remember, you can't screw this up,” I warned. “Closing this deal is the only way I'm going to trust you not to ruin everything.”Antoine didn't say anything. Instead, he just stared at me.My eyes narrowed into slits. “Why are you staring at me like you want to kill me?”“You met up with Oliver,” he said.“Well, the meeting wasn't exactly a secret,” I replied. “So, yeah, I did meet with Oliver.”“What happened there?”“Apart from him being a jerk,” I laughed, “nothing you should concern yourself with. At least, not yet.”
Elara’s POVI knocked on the door of Luc’s room, but there was no response.I knocked twice again and called out his name, but there was still no response. I was sure he was inside the room.And I knew that because I had waited in the hallway until he got home after midnight.He had the face of a man carrying a storm inside him. One that wanted to destroy every good thing in its way.So, I waited almost thirty minutes. It was the perfect amount of time for him to cool down. Besides, Luc didn’t really sleep, and with that much anger, it was a miracle he hadn’t gone straight to his study.Disappointed, I turned to walk away, but then I heard a loud crash and a violent scream.My eyes widened in horror as I turned back toward the door.Part of me wanted to walk away and pretend I hadn’t heard anything. The other part was genuinely scared and worried about Luc.I swallowed hard, still torn between checking on him and walking away.I had lived in this house for some months, and like any no
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
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







