LOGINISABELLA'S POV The second I pulled up at the company, I saw Elion already standing outside, as he talked to one of the guards. I could tell that whatever conversation was happening was important. “What's going on?” I asked, the second I got out of the car. “None of the staff are around. Not even the people who work overtime.”I swallowed hard, and couldn't help but give a little nod. A part of me was immediately thankful to Elion, for even suggesting that I locked the documents. Whoever was interested in the documents wanted to see the kind of deals that were taking place. I couldn't help but swallow at the thought of that. Someone that just wanted full access. “Are you sure?” I said, looking over at the guard. He gave me a nod, and that was when I noticed that the main door was locked. He was right. “Fine,” I said. “Please, open the door. We have some work to do.”Elion gave me a small nod, and I could tell that we were both thinking the same thing. The guard finally opened t
ELION'S POVSomething. I had to fucking tell her something. She was slipping out of my fingers like quick sand. And oh, my hard dick was making it hard for me to think. I didn't miss the look of triumph on her face when she felt it. If I were her, I would have been proud too. “Hold on,” I said, running my hands through my hair. She stopped, turning around, flipping her hair behind her shoulders, before placing her back down and giving her signature pose. Hands across her shoulders, and head cocked slightly to the side. “I'm all ears,” she said, and I licked my lips. I could already hear Marco's voice in my head, accusing me of lying to her yet again. I didn't think I was ready for all that. “I didn't come to your company by accident,” I said, and I saw her knees buckle. Her hands were immediately uncrossed, and she looked at me like her life depended on it. “Why were you there for the interview?” She asked in what seemed to be a whisper. Whatever I was going to say next was ei
ISABELLA'S POVFred had called for yet another dinner, and I couldn't help but feel that it was more than weird, but I was willing to be in attendance. I was purposely late by the time I walked into the restaurant again. He was sitting at the table, and I couldn't help but see the slight annoyance on his face. It was almost like he just wanted to keep looking at my face. Yet, I couldn't exactly trust him. Elion didn't rule him out as a suspect, and the person that asked him to stay there was Daniel. My one and only enemy. As I looked across the room, I saw Liam. The both of them couldn't have set me up, could they? Liam was having his own dinner with one of the countless blonde girls that he was usually seen with. It took a lot for me not to walk over and ask her what she saw in my cousin dearest. But she didn't have to say anything. It had to be the money. My fingers brushed my phone in my bag as I made my way to the table, and I quickly shared my location with Elion. I didn't kn
ELION'S POV She needed space. I had said that to myself a thousand times. The last thing I wanted was to scare her. I asked one of the guards to follow her quietly, and make sure she was safe the whole time. But I was losing her. I didn't even want her close to me to begin with. But now, I want all of her. And I couldn't push away the feeling that there was nothing wrong with wanting any of that. But there was. She was the enemy's child. Her father survived. Mine didn't. I ran a hand through my hair. My phone rang, and I quickly answered it once I saw it was Marco. “Anything new?” I asked, and I could hear him exhale on the other end. “What did you do this time?”“Nothing,” I answered in a clipped tone. There was silence on the other end, and I was more than willing to hang up when I heard him ask in a calmer tone. “Is Isabella at home?” He asked. “No.”“Send me your location then. There's a lot of work for the both of us to do.”I was already hesitating, but I needed to s
ISABELLA'S POVI pressed the play button again. Again. And again. Every single time, I wanted to make sure that there was nobody there. That I was imagining that person standing there. And even if it was blurred, I knew that posture. I just couldn't prove it. Fred. It had to be him. I swallowed hard. “You don't get to be this person too.” I said, whispering to myself.My hands were shaking. I wasn't angry. The video only seemed to rearrange me. I stormed out of the room, heading to the living room to meet Elion. He wasn't there. I hurried to his room, and his legs were crossed on the bed.“You're finally done,” he said, and I raised the phone to face him. He looked at the screen, and then he suddenly froze.He looked back at me, and I gestured towards the phone. “Are you done looking at it?” I asked, and he ran a hand through his face. “Why are you showing me this?” He asked, and I took a step back. “You know about it,” I said calmly. The truth was right there on his face.
ISABELLA'S POV I walked into the restaurant, with a small smile on my face. I wasn't happy, but the whole world didn't have to know that. “Do you have a reservation?” The waiter at the door asked, and I gave him a small nod. “Fred Spencer?” I asked, and he gave me a tight nod before going through his list. “Please come with me, ma'am,” he said, and I gave him a small nod, following him into the private elevator. The elevator dinged, and I got out of the elevator. It was a private lounge. Or at least that was what it looked like. The wine was already laid out, and the lighting was dim. The red cloth was covering the table, and I couldn't help but smile. The last time I was on a date like that, was when I was trying for all the failed relationships. And now? I was out with Fred. For reunion sake. “He's not here yet?” I asked, turning to the waiter. He gave me a small nod, and I headed towards one of the chairs, gently sitting down. I was scrolling through my phone when the elev
ISABELLA'S POV My fingers slipped in between my legs, and I could feel the wetness immediately.I wanted to chuckle at how I ran home just to do this. But I couldn't be blamed either. He was making it hard to even live with myself. Elion was making it hard not to touch him. I wanted to feel his f
ELION'S POVIt was evening by the time I headed back to the company. Isabella was there as expected. She was working her ass off, and I couldn't exactly do anything to stop her. There was a reason behind the company failing. It was a shame I wasn't the one behind it. As I attempted to walk into t
ELION'S POV I was losing control of everything. And that was happening fast. I wanted to protect her. I wanted her to be safe. There was some kind of obligation that I felt towards her now that I knew that our parents had some kind of relationship.But things weren't even sure yet. I didn't want
ISABELLA'S POVThe moment I stepped into the office, I noticed it. The guards that were around, all dressed in black, with guns in their holster, black boots, bullet proof vests. Literally the whole squad in this city would not be an exaggerated description. Elion got to the office before me, an







