At 7:30, Ryker made his way to Andrea's room. When he saw the door was slightly open, fear flashed in his eyes and he rushed in. He sighed in relief when he saw her watching from the big mirror in the middle of her room.He smiled sheepishly and settled his eyes on her gown. It was made of a flowing, lightweight fabric that drapes elegantly down to the floor. Ryker had gotten her three clothes to choose from, but was surprised she chose none of them. Instead, she chose one which she already had in her closet. The gown's neckline was modest, with a delicate scoop shape that frames her collarbone. The sleeves were thin straps that accentuate her shoulders.The waistline of the gown was defined by a thin, matching belt that cinches the dress at the smallest part of the girl's waist, creating a flattering silhouette. The skirt of the gown flows out from the waistline in soft, graceful folds, creating a sense of movement and femininity.Andrea turns around and he gets a clearer view of
Ryker walked away with Hayden to the balcony. "Boss, I found one of last night's attackers." Hayden said. Ryker leaned on the railings, having his eyes nowhere in particular. But Hayden knew he was listening. "I traced the bullets which were fired that night to a black market dealer, a Russian man." Ryker slightly turned his attention to Hayden who immediately went silent. "Unfortunately, he was found dead this morning. And from look of things, it looks like a suicide, but I know he was murdered. Whoever came to the house yesterday came with a purpose." Hayden completed. "And no one got hurt?" Ryker asked and Hayden nodded. "The abused thing about what happened yesterday is the fact none of the men around the house had seen these men. They hadn't even been confronted by any of these intruders. It's obvious they wanted us to know there was someone in your compound." Hayden added. Ryker said nothing, his eyes feeling in thought. He said nothing for a long time until they heard g
Julie turned to Damon seconds after Jason walked away and sighed. She touched his cheeks gently before saying, "Your father has been facing the backlash of a bad investment he made six months ago. And the only way to bounce back is to either establish a business deal with Gabriel Accardo or Ryker Darius. Or both of them, but we both know that's not possible." Damon looked everywhere except into her eyes. "So I'm to convince Andrea to convince her father to give dad a chance." "Exactly, Damon. Either that or we'll find ourselves hitting rock bottom. Trust me, Damon, you don't want to be there." Julie concluded. She flashed him a smile before walking back to the party as well. In a corner, Georgina who had witnessed this scene, narrowed her eyes slightly. The party was still on and in full swing. Carrie sat beside Valerie who kept looking for the right opportunity to leave. "You do know Gabriel won't take it easy with you when he realizes someone from another mafian group has been
That night, Andrea, whose eyelids were so heavy, knew when the bed sinked under someone's weight and a cold hand snaked around her body. However, when she smelled him, she relaxed and went back to sleep. When she woke up the next morning, she tried to get out of bed, but discovered she couldn't. "It's still very early." Someone breathed down her neck. Her insides clenched and she tried harder to get out of bed, but the man refused to relent. In the end, she gave up and remained in his arms. Now she realized why she detested this man before. He had a habit of finding his way into her room after a night of being away...doing mafia things. "You didn't even ask where I was last night. I'm I that irrelevant to you?" He asked, propping up his head with one hand while the other still held her tightly. Andrea resisted the urge to roll her eyes, "Davis told me you had something to take care of. Given your position, it's likely you always have something to do. I shouldn't be too surprised.
The Accardo's Manor The dinner table is beautifully adorned with a colorful Italian tablecloth, decorated with intricate patterns and designs that reflect the rich heritage of Italy. The table is filled with an array of mouth-watering Italian dishes, each prepared with the finest ingredients and cooked to perfection.The first dish is a fragrant tomato-based pasta sauce, simmered slowly for hours to achieve a deep, rich flavor. It's served over al dente spaghetti, topped with freshly grated Parmesan cheese and a sprinkle of fresh herbs.Next to the pasta dish is a golden-brown, crispy pizza with a bubbly crust, topped with fresh mozzarella cheese, juicy tomatoes, and aromatic basil leaves. The pizza is cut into slices, ready to be devoured by hungry guests.Beside the pizza, a plate of bruschetta, thick slices of crusty Italian bread, toasted to perfection and topped with a zesty mix of garlic, ripe tomatoes, and fresh basil, is waiting to be enjoyed.On another plate, there is a hea
After school on Monday, Davis drove Andrea to R.D Law Firm where she met an unexpected person. "What? Are you now stalking me?" She scoffed when she saw Carrie. Carrie flashed her a toothy grin, "I've been interning in R.D Law Firm for three months now. If I didn't know better, I would've said you are the one stalking me." Andrea said nothing as she got to Jeremiah's office. She was about to stop Carrie from walking in when the man raised his head. "Carrie, I've been expecting you." Jeremiah said, a little too warmly. "I'm sorry for keeping you waiting, Attorney Jeremiah." Carrie replied as well. Jeremiah nodded. He folded his laptop and placed it in his briefcase along with some documents. Then he got up and glanced at Andrea. "We have a major client to meet this afternoon. You can change your clothes before we go." He told her, his tone now devoid of any warmth. He swept his eyes on the piece of paper on the table as he added, "Go through this to know who he is and how to beh
"Davis?" Ryker called out uncertainly from the other end. His voice made Davis' knees weak as the man saw his eyes flash past his eyes. If Andrea was the one who had been shot then he was as good as dead. "Davis?" A warm hand tapped him on the shoulder and he swiftly turned around to see it was Andrea. "I've been calling you for a while." Without a word, he ended the call. He wiped the beads of sweat trickling down his forehead and revealed a nervous smile, "I..I came to look for you." "Then I take it you heard the gunshot as well." Andrea smiled, walking ahead of him. As soon as her face was out of his view, the scene of what happened less than a minute ago eroded her senses. Who knew Carrie followed her the whole time. Not only had Carrie been lurking within the room, she had also succeeded in saving Reuben's life. They got to the car and Davis discovered there was someone in the backseat. He opened the door and frowned when he saw Carrie. "You shouldn't be here." He said co
Valerie tailed her mother down to the wine cellar when she got home that evening. The moment the door opened, Georgine waved her hand at Valerie, beckoning, "I've been waiting for you. Come drink with me." Valerie nodded and walked in fully, then she slammed the door shut."How long have you known Carrie White?" Georgina asked as she filled Valerie's glass. "Carrie White?" Valerie repeated nervously. "Did you get into a squabble with her, mother?" Georgina didn't give an answer, but she frowned seeing how scared her daughter was of Carrie. "Is she in the mafia as well?" The woman asked instead and Valerie nodded slowly. "Yes, mother. And she's not someone we should mess with." Valerie added. "Is there anything else I should know about her?" Georgina asked and Valerie bit down on her lower lip, while nodding her head. "She schools in Law College as well and knows all about our attempts with Andrea. I never knew she was related to Elaine Forbes." Georgina balled her hand which