LOGINSophia's touch on my skin —a searing metal cuff around my wrist tugging me along— made me recoil with something heavier than hatred or disgust.Danger.It became apparent when a larger hand took mine from Sophia's, pulling me into an embrace that felt repulsive. An offensive scent that was nothing like Marco's and a hold that entirely felt too imposing for a simple meet-up like they'd said.I tried to pull away. My fingers curled weakly around his shirt but my strength gave out before I could even push.“Woah!” A new voice bit, the smell of alcohol invading my nostrils, when I crashed into him from Sophia's shove. “She's the one? Isn't she like a celebrity or something?”“Brian you're drunk,” Sophia sounded offended.“Just a couple drinks…” he slurred.Sophia huffed a harsh breath. “If anything goes wrong because you couldn't keep your hands off a bottle, I'll end you,” she hissed. Then in a much controlled tone, she commanded, “Take care of her.”I'm sure she didn't mean that in a g
Once the realization hit, I tried to focus—but everything blurred. The voices around me were loud, yet impossible to understand.Even my glasses couldn’t steady my vision from seeing two Sophia's instead of one.Why her?Yes.My divided gaze was trained on her because if she wasn't the culprit, then I don't know who could've done it.I hadn’t come into contact with anyone suspicious tonight— except Cora of courseAnd that's exactly why they were my sole suspects.Flora indeed ordered our dinner and I have no reason to suspect my bestie.Did they think it'll skip my mind that Cora took a long time to order only water in a lounge that belonged to my family and could possibly be managed and easily influenced by Sophia?I clapped my hands around my head and groaned at the pain that shot through my head.My body broke out in a very hot sweat.Whatever they drugged me with, wasn't making me pass out immediately. It was messing with my bearings.I wondered how long it'll take before they not
I sighed, the weight of everything from today still pressing against my chest.. Placing a hand on my shoulder, Jack said, “Don't worry. I know not to tell her anything about you.”I imagined different outcomes to the stunt Sophia and Cora were pulling but I couldn't come to a conclusion on what they could possibly want.Cora claimed her intent was to monitor me. But I doubt that's the case.“Earth to Gabi,” Flora's concerned voice dragged me out of my thoughts.“Huh?”“I've been talking to myself for the past ten years,” Flora exaggerated.I guess I'd spaced off.“What were you saying?”“Your meeting, duh. What do you think of StarRise? Are you gonna sign with us?” Flora rambled on and I laughed.StarRise has been Flora's management agency for two years. Judging by her growth in those years, I could tell they were good to her.Not a single bad report has been made about them in recent years. They were likely the agency every artist would dream to sign with.A luxury agency which only
GABRIELLA’S POV.I dried my face with a warm, soft towel and applied lotion to my puffy face.When I stepped out of the bathroom, the space felt colder than it should have.Marco was gone. In his place was a steamy cup of tea sitting on the table.Call it intuition, but I knew he was nowhere in the building.I left the tea untouched and stepped out of Mr. Stone’s office.I stumbled upon Fabio and Mr. Stone talking by the elevator.Their conversation died as I approached.“Signorina,” Fabio greeted.I gave him a nod and faced Mr Stone.“Is he gone?” He knew exactly who I was referring to.“Mr Vitale asked me to give you this,” he gave me the contract we revised earlier. “You can take your time.”Courtesy. Next month is already in a few days.“Why is…” I paused, not knowing whether to say his name. “Should I be worried he's involved in my contract? What's the catch?”Mr Stone gave me a meaningful smile before he answered.“Mr Vitale has your best interest in mind. Trust him.”Trust him
As soon as Gabriella croaked out the words, my body stilled. Just for a second before she tried to pull away.I tightened my hold around her.Not much. Just enough so she was aware she's not alone yet had the freedom to choose.The selfish man in me didn't want her leaving my arms but a bigger, more prominent part wouldn't force her.Then she leaned into me and I felt my muscles relaxed a notch.“Marco?” She sniffled, lifting her head up a while later.The tremor in her voice was gone.“Mmm?” The response floated off my chest like the most natural thing in the world.“T-tissue,” she sniffled again.Great. Now I'd have to let go of her and walk over to Stone's desk to grab a tissue box. At least she didn't ask the question I feared she'd ask.It would come soon anyway.Discovering the truth about her mom was inevitable in this war.“Sure, I'll grab some for you.”I reluctantly eased away, grabbed a tissue box from Stone’s desk, and returned.Not taking my previous position, I chose t
MARCO'S POV.Watching Gabriella had become a dangerous habit.Staying away from her was worse.Not claiming her? That was the hardest part.But I don't have a choice unless I plan to destroy everything I've built so far.Everything she was still oblivious to.Carter Stone side eyed me as he carefully placed all three of our drinks on the coffee table between us like a skilled waiter.Maybe I should move him to one of my clubs. Not that he’d survive it.Either way, my word stands, whether he liked it or not.I adjusted the ring on my finger before reaching for my drink, forcing my gaze to stay on the golden liquid instead of her beautiful face across from me.For some reason, she deliberately made sure she was seated across me and not next to me like I'd have preferred.She respectfully declined the alcohol Stone was offering. Her polite smile told me she thought Stone was the boss here.I cleared my throat meaningfully, pinning Stone with a look he deciphered without missing a beat.H







