ELLEN "Hi, Ellen. Long time no see," Tony said. I scooted back on the floor as Tony took a few steps toward me. My eyes darted behind him. How did he come in here? Where was Oliver and Sophie? They should still be in the compound. How come Oliver did not see him. "What are you doing here, Tony?" "I came to see you of course." "My husband was just outside...Mrs. Jones?" There was no answer from her. Tony scoffed and squinted his eyes at me. Then he reached into his pocket took out a pack of cigarette, took a stick, stuck it between his lips and lit it with the lighter. He sucked in and puffed out. "Your husband? The one that I forced you to get married to?" "Tony, what do you want from me?" "I gave you a simple task, yet you disappoint me." "Tony, you have to go now, please." I did not want this to get worse than it already was. "I could not do it. I could not kill the father of my child." "You should have thought about that b
TONY'S POV "Why is that bastard not dead yet?" I asked, drawing in smoke from my cigarette. Two scantily dressed women sat beside me, rubbing my chest and body. The men stood in front of me with their hands clutched behind them and their heads bowed. I knew it was Ellen with Oliver. I had seen Sophie in that house. That bitch looked innocent, but she worked underground and double-crossed me. How did she escape Moneros and travel out of this country? Now, she was back and is back together with Oliver. They are lovers now and I know she was his weakness. It is time to go for her. How dare she double-cross me and who was that woman that attacked me in the dressing room on that day I was supposed to stab Oliver at that dinner party? Ellen claimed innocence, but she have people working for her. She was playing Oliver and me. "He seems to have found out about our plans. But there is good news," one of men said. "What is that?" One of the whores palmed my manh
OLIVER I stepped out of the bathroom with my towel wrapped around my waist. My hair was wet and water cascaded down my chest. I ran my hand over my hair and almost jumped out of my skin when I saw Monica standing in my room. She wore a skimpy red night dress. I stopped by the door for a while. She was doing this on purpose. "What are you doing here?" I asked without smiling. "I told you never to come here without my permission, and why are you coming into my room dressed like this?" "You had called and I answered it." "Why would you answer my calls?" "I am your assistant and I was only doing my job." I was being so lenient with this woman and she was taking me for granted. I walked up to her and she stared at me as I walked up to her and grabbed her chin, pressing it so hard, so that it will hurt. "Now, listen. This will be the last time you will touch my stuff. I told you that I do not mix business with fucking pleasure. Do not try this again." "Oliver, I know you wan
ELLEN "Mommy!" Sophie squealed, coming to me in the kitchen." "Yes, my love." I smiled at her. She was so happy and bubbling with life that I wished I could be this happy too. "I want another teddy." I fought the urge to roll my eyes. Sophie must have heard or seen a schoolmate with a new teddy. Just as I opened my mouth to reply to her, the ping of my phone took my attention from me. I thought Oliver sent me an apology text or something. I will believe him, and he must promise to fire Monica after the trip. But what I saw on my screen almost paralyzed me, and I would have broken down if Sophie was not there looking cheerfully at me. I gripped the counter to steady myself. My eyes were still fixed on my screen, and tears blurred my vision. "Mommy, are you alright?" Sophie asked. I blinked, and the tears fell uncontrollably down my eyes before I nodded and managed a smile. I wiped my eyes, bent to Sophie, and planted a kiss on her forehead. "I am fine, baby. I just, I just.
ELLEN I was hurt and afraid of Tony, but with Lily's help, I could get out of my scared shell and begin life again. It had been a week since I left Oliver's mansion after what I saw on my phone, and I had refused to see or hear him out. Part of me wanted to hear him out, he deserved it, but I was done with these men toying with my emotions. The secret I tried to tell him about Tony will have to wait since I don't know if we will continue in this relationship or not. Oliver had sent me countless messages. Some of them were drunken threats, promising to haunt me down and take his child from me, but he always apologized in the morning. I knew he deserved to see Sophie, but I wanted to figure out what it would be before I spoke with him. I loved Oliver with all my heart, but sometimes, love is not enough. I did not want what happened with Tony to repeat itself. He would apologize and go back to doing the worse to hurt me. I decided to start my flower shop, I have always had a thing fo
ELLEN A crowd was huddled in front of the shop now, trying to help us. Firemen were doing their jobs, and police phones crackled as they spoke into them. A paramedic walked up to us and led us to the ambulance. Lily was better than I was because she was not there when the shop blew up, so she saved me from the stress of explaining what happened. I was speechlessly watching the shop I had just found go up in flames. Tears pooled up in my eyes, and a heaviness sat in my chest. I had searched for places for the past few weeks, and this place settled with my heart. Now, it was gone—all those beautiful flowers. "Ma'am, can you hear me?" I looked up to see a female paramedic looking down at me with a worried expression. I nodded, and she placed a hand on my shoulder. "I am glad to hear that. But I need you to be strong," she said with a smile. Her smile was soothing but did nothing to my nerves. However, I knew I needed one person here. Despite what was going on between us, he was
OLIVER MORENO "Welcome, boss," the man at the door greeted. I nodded and went in through the door that he held open. Sebatino's villa was large and lovely. It was not my first time visiting him, but it was my first time going to ask him for help. I hated myself and the situation I was in, but I had to protect my girls. I knew he might be skeptical about helping me, but it was not my fault that his daughter died out of her foolishness, and I doubted he knew nothing about it. He should know who his daughter dated. But he had denied every knowledge of knowing that Sara and Antonio were in a relationship before she married me. Worst still, she was cheating on me with him. I didn't let my mind linger on that thought for a while; hence I would get worked up. His living room was vast and luxurious, well furnished to a taste a man like him could have. He was my father's age, and there were the mafia godfathers. A lady in her late twenties or early thirties appeared once I was in the l
OLIVER "We should be careful with this," Dante warned before we went in, but I was not taking any fucking orders from him. My wife had suffered it all, and no one would tell me how I would treat the bastard that threatened her life. I will handle things my own way. I charged into the bar without warning, Dante and Jerry following behind me. My intrusion made some patrons of the bar look up at us. But I was not there for any of them. I have my target, and as long as they are staying away from my business, they won't be harmed. The bar owner, a man in his late thirties or probably earlier forties, stepped out from behind the counter and blocked us. "Can I help you, mister?" He appraised me as the question left his lips. "Er... We are here to gamble," Dante stepped in. He shot us a wary look once more. My blood was boiling, and if he wasted any more of my time, I would ram my fist into his face. Luckily for him, he waved us to follow him. We followed him into the back room, whe