Mag-log inI am really sorry for not updating for over 2 years. I had to put all of my attention into academics which is why I could not update. Sorry to keep everyone waiting. I will try to update more frequently than before. Next chapter will be update on Wednesday. Thank you for waiting.
Flashback“Capo, i nostri camion sono stati fermati a metà strada da un gruppo di persone. È difficile identificarli. Hanno anche ucciso due dei nostri uomini. Dai i tuoi ordini, capo.”(Boss our trucks were stopped midway by a group of people. It is hard to identify them. They also killed two of our men. Give out your orders boss.)I sprang out of my chair and immediately ordered my men to send reinforcement. This batch of goods were supposed to ship this morning and if I were to lose the deal I would never be able secure another one. But the question was who even was this daring to intervene in my business. Though several names appeared in my mind the only person who would be daring enough to do so would be a coward like Marco.No, no, no, this could be a trap.“Luca, recati da Grusha e sorvegliala.”(Luca go over to Grusha's company and watch her over.)I can't risk anything at the moment. While Luca left for Grusha's company I left to the warehouse. When I reached there everything
Damien's POV:After dealing with those guys I let my men lock them up for further interrogations. My mind was still in shock after hearing what they uttered. I was not ready for this nor did I see this coming. How could it be? Does that mean Aina, my angel is still alive? Or is it someone with the same name? If she is truly my angel why she has that surname? How did she become a Pavlov? How is she alive?My mind was bombarded with so many unanswered questions and strangely my heart became heavier and heavier the more I thought about it. The only thing I knew was, before I do anything else I had to dig deep into this and find out the truth about this matter.I snatched the car keys and drove home before my mind explodes from all these questions. After arriving home instead of going to the bedroom I went straight to the bar in order to drown down all these emotions before they drown me.With each drink I took my heart burnt as hell but it was not enough to ease the pain that I was feelin
Grusha's POV:I squinted my eyes at the sun rays that were hitting my face seeping through the slightly opened curtains. I swiftly got up from my sleep when I realized what time it was and was about to rush to the bathroom when my subconscious mind reminded me that I took the day off. I sat on my bed before drifting my eyes to the other side of the bed which was not shrank at all bringing in a strange coldness into my heart under the warm sunlight. That is when the last night's conversation resurfaced my mind tightening my heart for some reasons.'Did he not return last night?'I let out a heavy sigh before picking up my phone from the night stand and dialing a number that I am slowly getting used to."Good morning ma'am.""Good morning David, is everything going well over there?""Yes ma'am everything is fine. But there are few documents that need your signature. Should I leave them on your desk or.....""Is it urgent?""Yes ma’am. We have to send out some of them tomorrow including t
Author's POV: "Okay. I will think about it and inform you of my final decision. You may go now." Grusha said while finally leaving the chair that she has been sitting for the whole time. The dim lights of the office room made it more visible for someone who looks from the outside since the surrounding was that much dark. She was too preoccupied with all the work to notice that she had Luca coming to her office to remind her that it is almost the time to return home. Damien used to drop her off and pick her up from the office until she eventually requested him not to which he hesitantly agreed at last but only with the condition for her to return home early and if she were to stay overnight she will have to keep her bodyguards with her until she returns. Be it possessiveness or care she secretly liked even having someone thinking about her though she doesn't show it. She grabbed her coat and the pile of files that was on her desk before leaving the cage of an office that she has be
Author's POV:"What was your name again?"Grusha asked without taking out her eyes from the files she had in her hands."It’s David ma’am."David; the newly appointed secretary of Grusha answered confidently just like how a newbie would act. It’s only been few days since he joined the company and this is the first time she has ever talked to him. Though Grusha was not happy with the idea of having secretary she could not let anyone have any suspicion of her. If anything she wanted to become closer to her employees. So after running few background checkups Grusha finally decided to give him a chance and watch patiently."Yeah David. Could you find me the annual report of the company?""Which year one ma’am? The last year one?""Yeah_ no bring all the annual reports for the last ten years.""Sure ma'am.""Also ask the CFO to come and meet me right now.""That...""Why? Is there a problem?"The wavering sound of his voice made Grusha avert her eyes from the files to David who was hesitat
On the television Author's POV "As our reporters states Miss Aslanov went inside the GM hotel this evening along with her husband Mr. King. Considering this is the first time Miss Aslanov or should we say Mrs. King makes her appearance in public each and every one was excited to capture that special moment when they unfortunately forbade any reporter from going inside the reception hall. But as the invisible resources state Mrs. King claimed her authorization over her inheritance in front of everyone and gladly accepted the once well renowned Lia construction that followed. And then they had held a small private gathering where only employees of the company were presented before finally ending everything peacefully and going home. Since this is the first step she is making in business industry following her parent's footsteps we can't predict a thing about the future. But considering the deceased business tycoons Mr. Aslanov and Mrs. Aslanov we can expect nothing less from her. So







