تسجيل الدخولAs the author, Julian is honestly surprising me. He went from this neutral man to the devil. And his character is quite different when he's around his Lena. Anyway, how far can he go to get her back. And will anyone call him to order before he takes things too far...
“Leo!” Antonio called out, his boots clicking rapidly against the pavement. “Can you just stop for one second!”Leo didn’t listen. He slammed his car door shut with a force that shook the frame and stormed toward the front entrance of the house. He shoved the door open, practically bursting into the living room, his chest heaving frantically with a mix of rage and adrenaline.Antonio ran in right behind him, throwing the door shut and lunging forward to snatch Leo’s wrist.“Leo, look at me!”“Get your hands off me!” Leo barked. He ripped his arm away as if Antonio’s touch burned right through his clothes.“Why are you acting like I invited her here?!” Antonio retorted, his own temper finally flaring.“Like hell you didn’t!”“No, the fuck I didn’t!” Antonio argued, stepping into Leo’s space. “I was just as blindsided to see her standing there as you were!”“Oh, really?” Leo sneered, pacing the room like a caged animal. “Then who exactly told her the specific restaurant we were eating a
Lena slowed her car to a crawl, tires crunching on the gravel driveway of her family’s sprawling estate, before coming to a stop right in front of her brother’s manor.She stopped because her eyes had caught Leo and Antonio walking toward their own vehicle. Both were sharply dressed, looking like they were headed straight for a red carpet or a high-end gala.And they looked so fucking good together.Antonio’s face reminded Lena about Julian and she groaned before hitting the button to roll her window.“Are you guys going somewhere?!” she called out.“We have a lunch date,” Leo said. He diverted his path, closing the distance between them to lean his forearms against the frame of Lena’s car door. He peered inside, taking in her slumped posture. “Why are you home so early anyway? Did the pitch not go well?”“No, it actually went great,” Lena responded, though her voice lacked any real victory. “They were eager to get us on board.”Leo tracked her lack of enthusiasm. “So what’s with the
One week later.Julian, in fact, stayed true to his promise.For the past week, since he dropped Lena off at home, he’d kept his distance, he had ensured to maintain a business-only relationship with her.Any time they spoke, any time they found themselves in the same room, he was completely different—only focusing on business talks and refusing to engage in any form of casual conversation.And it unnerved Lena.The way Julian had been desperately chasing after her lately, she couldn’t believe that he could be so rigid with her.It seemed like their marriage all over again, when they were mostly quiet around each other and spoke only when necessary. The conference room doors clicked shut, leaving a heavy silence in their wake. The board members had filed out, leaving only Lena and Julian.Lena stacked her documents with unnecessary force, hoping the noise would shatter the glass wall between them. Julian didn’t look up as he closed his tablet, slipped it into his leather briefcase,
“Julian?” Lena looked around, her eyes wide. “What are you doing here?”Julian cleared his throat. His mind was still disheveled after being caught. He subtly inhaled a calming breath, to steady himself before responding.“Oh… I came to make a reservation for the company’s corporate dinner in two days,” he lied through his teeth. Lena gave a genuine smile. “Ah, you still do that?”“Of course.” He nodded eagerly. “What kind of boss would I be if I don’t get together with my workers every now and then?”True to his words, Julian usually came together with his staff for dinner every once in a while. But they had a designated restaurant for that.So now that he had lied, he made a mental note to return here and book the reservation. Silence passed between them for a moment.Julian was staring down at Lena, a brow raised. “Right.” She looked around awkwardly. “Well, I came to have dinner.”“Alone?”“Mmm… not really…”“I see.” He puckered his lips. “So what are you doing out here? Done w
Later that night.“Very classic of you to invite me to dinner and show up late,” Lena said as she smiled up at Jack who was walking towards her.Just as Julian had instructed, he made a reservation at one of the high-end restaurants in the city, making sure he bought out an entire floor of the building just so he and Lena would have a more private dinner. “My apologies.” Jack gave an apologetic smile as he pulled out his seat and settled down with a sigh, adjusting his shirt.Lena raised a brow. “What were you up to?”“Nothing important.”“Really?” she chirped, tilting her head in observation. “Then why’s your face looking a little swollen?”“Oh,” Jack exclaimed softly as he pressed his fingers to his face where Julian had hit him. He cleared is throat, his voice barely a whisper as he added, “I practiced boxing with some of my friends.”“So that’s what kept you?” Lena leaned back against her seat, crossing her arms over her chest. “You’d rather fight with your friends than show up e
Thwack!Julian’s hand crashing against Jack’s face echoed through the air.Jack's head fell to the side and he gripped his stinging cheek with a hiss.“A date?” Julian barked. “A fucking date? Who told you to ask my woman to dinner?”Jack’s brow furrowed. “H-how did you—”“How did I know?” Julian chuckled humorlessly. “Did you really think that there’s anything that happens without my knowledge?”Jack’s chest rose on a deep breath. It was already obvious that he had struck a deal with the devil without realizing it, but the biggest issue was how to navigate his current situation.Julian had become way too unpredictable for comfort. His desperation to win Lena back, it seems, was driving out his dark side.And Jack was at a loss.There was honestly nothing he could do, because the options were limited to revealing everything to Lena and forfeiting the benefits working for Julian brought him or taking whatever he’s earned so far and running.Both of which he was not willing to do.“I’m s
Jack woke up to the sight of Lena sitting by the window nook, a steamy cup of something he presumed to be coffee in hand, and her mind quite far away. “Maybe I should perform better, seeing how you always wake before I do,” Jack jested.Lena’s head turned towards him. Though her lips were curved i
Lena woke up with tears and a splitting headache.For hours, she’d cried and cried and cried until she decided that crying would not save her marriage. So she decided that perhaps having a conversation with Julian would change his mind. Perhaps if she begged enough, perhaps if she offered him more
Lena heard the front door open just as she was setting her phone down.She didn’t move from where she sat curled in the corner of the living room sofa, her legs tucked beneath her, the glow of the television casting pale light across the room. She had been waiting for two hours, maybe even longer.
Tick.Tick.Tick.The clock continued to tick. Seconds turned into minutes and minutes into hours. And yet Lena’s husband was not home.Three years.That was how long Lena had been married.Three years of convenience. Three years of an arrangement that had never pretended to be more than what it wa







