[Juliette's POV]The elevator door opened and Fillipo was standing there with crossed arms and a tight lip. Without a word, he moved aside. I gave a look of uncertainty to Ben who then swivelled an awkward gaze back to the young director and opened his mouth, ready to explain. But the younger guy beat him to it. 'Are you coming in or not?' His face upturned, his foot tapping nervously—or maybe it was simply embarrassment. Ben sank in relief while I sniffed a smile before dragging my suitcase out. ******'Will you be telling Ralph that I'll be here?' I wiped a Kleenex to my right eye and then blew into it. 'You know the drill, babe,' said Ben as he checked outside the window. After making sure of something, he left the window open and turned to me. 'But if you want me not to tell him—.'I shook my head, sobering up. 'I don't give a shit about that now.'Ben's right brow raised in surprise. 'What?' 'OK. I've waited long enough,' intercepted another voice. We turned to it and
[Ralph's POV] 'What do you have in mind then?' I swallowed the cold water, freezed my dumb brain as punishment, then did a post-exercise heavy sigh. 'Send everything to the cops.' Ben jolted straight. Then, he leaned close, his eyes darting around to make what he was about to say wouldn't be heard. 'Please tell me your head is clear as glass: you send that over, and the entire U.R.T police force will be on Virtus' tail!' I looked up. But the gardener's son was unfazed by my warning glare. His brows looked pissed but his eyes were still respectful. In a lower voice, he muttered, 'The atomic bomb not only ended the war, bro—it ended innocent lives too.' 'I'm aware of it.' I groaned in exasperation. 'And you still want to go ahead with it?' I scoffed in defeat and looked away as Ben added firmly, 'Every shady deal Randy's made in the past, he makes it with someone in the family. It's obvious why: he doesn't want to go down alone.' He doesn't want prison, that's more li
[Ralph’s POV] '.... So pack up your things and leave when you're told. Do you understand me, Juliette?' repeated the sweet voice. Calm down, big guy. My right hand has been gripping the steering wheel so hard, the tremors of my angry knuckles were clenching my heart. Click! The door unlocked and a satisfying chuckle came through the mic in Juliette's phone when someone shuffled anxiously in. 'You leave me no choice, Juliette. I'll have to accept your apology,' she added, loud enough for the new entry into the room. Likely the housekeeper. Which meant bad news. Goddamn it, Juliette. Why didn’t you wait that couple of days? Why the hell did you change your mind? What protege of the business king would go to a business meeting with a cluttered mind? That’s like asking the quicksand to eat her alive. Christ…. I should be mad at her for lying about having my baby. But I'm actually more angry at myself for not seeing through her lies. Way to go, asshole. You can't keep yo
[Jewel’s POV] The swell in that broad throat of her sexy devil bobbed furiously. The same fury that shot out from those handsome eyes—the same eyes whose constant rage would excite her, make her want to feel the pain of his strength under his whip. Yes, Ralph, she thought, that’s the anger I missed. The You who was gone right after your stupid scheme of legalising our family. That power inside you craves for me—not that little Lux bitch. ‘Get out,’ he breathed, his hands in tight fists, wringing an imaginary stress ball. The cue for her performance, and Jewel gladly took it. Curving down her lips and hiking her eyes to a sympathetic form, squeezing every ounce of her to get some tears, she muttered in a strained voice, ‘Ralph, please. How many years have we known each other? You think I’d leave you just because you made a huge mistake like this? You didn’t let a thief into our home; she tricked you.’ Her giant stood with greater anger, his chair punched back in the same disappo
[Juliette’s POV] It twirled, feeling around, licking. Tremors rushed up my spine from my toes dangling next to his ears. Strong lips closed upon that sweet spot and pressed against the bud, then his tongue licked and rubbed and prodded possesively…. Warm tingles swept up under my skin like ice, jolting the pink tips of my breasts forward, wanting—no—needing the same attention he was giving my wet lips. Slurp. Suck. Slurp! ‘Keep them wide open, kitten….,’ whispered that deep attractive voice. ‘Wide…. Open. And concentrate. No coming till I say so.’ He blew gently across the tiny time bomb and I could feel its petals quivering with sheer anticipation. ‘Mmph!’ Slipped through my quivering lips. Eyes shut tight to muster that last ounce of strength to suppress that momentous mind-blowing explosion of gorgeous light. ‘Ralph! I squealed. ‘A little more, kitten.’ His tongue drove in. My head threw back, bumped against the headboard. But the pain was nothing compared to the
[Juliette’s POV] CLANK! ‘You little slut! How dare you talk to me like that! Do you know who I am? Get your manager here!’ The shadow of a dwarf with a ball under his Hawaiian shirt shot past me just as my hand fired out at the orange flowered collar. ‘Let me get it, Felix.’ I said to the boss of the diner. ‘Ya sure?’ He huffed, his cheeks red from anger, his eyes narrowed with the same fury and concern. ‘If anything happens to you—.’ ‘Jesus Christ, Felix, it’s been three weeks. Aren’t you tired of it?’ I glared at the monster in a BOSS suit. That slick golden hair was already flicking my nerves. ‘I got this.’ Nudging the real boss aside, I swapped out the apron, pulled down my sleeves and cuffed it as I strolled casually through the row of bar stools and booths. The last button closed up, I straightened my shirt then pulled my hair into a maître d'hôtel bun before arriving in front of that pompous ass. ‘Good evening, Sir. My name is Jeswee Kunnau—.’ ‘Ku, what?’ He check
[Jewel’s POV]Her phone screen blackened. She looked up and caught her own reflection in the car window. A frown. Everything’s set: the invitations have been sent out—she had checked through every single one of them, and they were real—the addresses, the names—she made sure that they were stamped and sent out; the venue has been secured—VL Hotel—the grandest one in the U.R.T, and the dream spot for every woman and every girl’s dream wedding; the menu has been booked—specially crafted by the three star Michelin chef Alan Bamsey. She even went to the venue an hour earlier, just to make sure that the agreed set-up wasn’t a fluke.Indeed, when she came through the door, the decor—from the floor to the stage prop—were exactly as the hotel had promised. So why did she feel the jitters? Could it be that the ceremony was set in the afternoon? But Ralph had assured her that he would have a meeting to go to, so the timing is perfect. Moreover, this is just an engagement party. Not the real
[Randy’s POV]He didn’t think much about the Don’s sudden visit. Maybe the son of a whore wanted to have a drink with his father-in-law. Randy couldn’t stop smiling. The master is back. With the Don on his side, Randy can do anything; the Virtuses will be his circus, at his mercy, his slaves, monkeys jumping to his every whip and command. Never mind that his allowance is limited—those idiots would gladly give him theirs. And he could spend like a king again–his precious princess won’t give him that look again. Never mind his bitch wife—she could fuck any man her pussy wants. That slut. How dare she cut him loose once the Don moved in with his stupid plans. What kind of a plan is that anyway: work and get paid? Why work when you can get money for free? Goddamn it, that bastard. If the Demon knew what his chosen heir had done with the family business, he’d rise from his grave and slit the damn boy’s throat before he could whip out his fucking gun. The door to his study opened and