LOGINNICHOLAS. "You can meet her when she's back from her morning run at exactly 9am." That was what Mark said when I asked him when she will be home.Sleep didn't come easily. It required two glasses of bourbon. And an intense workout session in my private gym in the penthouse.And a quick shower and change of clothes.I sighed out loud when I plopped down onto the bed.I needed to stop overthinking everything, yet I couldn’t. My fears were loud.I took deep breaths before closing my eyes. It should go well.That's the last thing I thought about until darkness took over.__^__^__^__^__^__^__^__^__^__^__^__^__^__^__^I woke up before my alarm did.6 am.I went straight to the gym first for my morning workout. After that, I went to the kitchen. It's stocked now. With groceries enough to last for months.He always overdid things.I made myself a cup of coffee before going to take a shower. I chose baggy jeans and a T-shirt paired up with a baseball cap. Her place was forty-five min
NICHOLAS. "Fasten your seatbelt. We will touch down in Barcelona, Spain," my pilot announced. I finished the food Kat packed in the first hour of the flight. I couldn't stop replaying the moment with Luciana. Her name was slowly replacing her nickname in my head. It's messing with my head. I couldn't wait to negotiate with her mother to take her back. I don't need her in my life. I knew that much. I imagined what would happen if people found out about her.I could see it clearly.'Illegitimate child of Nicholas Bianchi.''Playboy’s mistake finally exposed.'Stocks crashing.Investors pulling out.Everything I built slipping through my fingers.My grip tightened around the glass.No.That couldn’t happen.I threw back the rest of the bourbon and dragged a hand through my hair.Damn it.This had to be the biggest mistake of my life.The plane began its descent... just like my life would if the truth came out.My dad.I couldn’t tell him.Wouldn’t.Disappointment would be an und
NICHOLAS. I looked up from the file I was reading. "Mark is here, sir," Jack, my new personal assistant said."Send him in."He was the fourth after Ashley. The other three only wanted one thing.Me."Come in," I said as I heard a knock on the door.Mark stepped into the office, and I gestured for him to sit.He cleared his throat before speaking. "I have news, boss."I nodded, urging him to go on. I hoped he had a good one."I found out who she is," he said before handing me an envelope. I wasted no time opening the envelope. Taking out the pictures inside. There were a lot. The supposed mother of the girl in some photoshoot. Then some of her and me locked in a heated kiss. One of us walking out of the party. Another captured us in front of me hotel room. It showed evidence. Yet, I still couldn't remember the night."What’s her name? Where does she stay?" I asked."Angelina Parker. She moved to Spain a few months ago. I found her flight ticket. It's dated the same night the ba
ASHLEY. She looked at me with expectant eyes waiting for me to say something.I couldn't tell her about Luciana because it wasn't my secret to tell."I am just his personal assistant. How do you expect me to know much about this guy?" I grumbled. She pouted. "For starters, have you been to his house?""I live there," I blurted out without thinking.Oh God!"You live with Nicholas Bianchi?" she gasped out, abandoning her ice cream.I nodded. "We usually have midnight meetings. He thought it would be easier for me."I was becoming a perfect liar. "I want to be you," she groaned. I pulled her cheeks and forced her to look at me. "Be yourself! Nobody else.""I am not the one living in a billion dollar house."I raised an eyebrow, confused. "What do you know all these things?" I asked. "You don't have a phone."Her smile faded away. "My school has Internet and laptops. So I make use of that."My chest tightened painfully. "That’s about to change," I smirked. I reached into my bag and
ASHLEY. "A!" A voice squealed before hands wrapped around me.I didn't need to turn around before I knew who.The smell.She smelled like home.The struggles we have been through. The Ashley Walker before this fantasy. "L!" I sighed, hugging her just as tight.I pulled away, slightly. My hands moved on their own. Checking, searching.Bruises. Scars.New ones.My fingers traced them carefully, like I could erase them if I tried hard enough.Scars given by the one person who was supposed to protect her.My throat tightened.This was why I stayed away.Why I made excuses.Because seeing it… made it real.She gently pulled her hand from mine and tugged her sleeve down."A," she called softly."I am... sorry."The words felt useless the moment they left my mouth. I couldn't meet her eyes. "It is not your fault, A," she started. "You are doing everything you can."My laugh came out hollow."My best isn’t enough."I dropped onto the bench, pressing my palms together to steady myself.Wh
ASHLEY.I tied my hair into a ponytail and walked out of my room. I headed to Luciana's to check up on her.I wanted to run this morning to stay in shape.But it's more than that.It's to get over the fact that we almost kissed. And the fact that I was meeting with Lily later.It has been only a few hours.I entered her room and heard her soft snores. She's a good one. I don't know why anyone wouldn't like her.Except her father, of course.He hasn't warmed up to her yet. I wasn't sure if he would ever accept her as his child. She's innocent in all this, yet she's the victim. The mother abandoned her, and her father wanted nothing to do with her.It truly sucked.She will ask questions when she grows older.By then, I hope they will be present in her life. I patted her hair before slowly walking out, careful not to wake her up. I could hear pots clanking even before I entered the kitchen. "Good morning, Kat," I said while opening the fridge. She looked more healthy now. She gav







