August stares at the ring in the palm of his hand. It was time for him to stop living in the fantasy world where things go perfectly well. His father did not become the businessman he is today by being naive.So he'll push forward with this marriage, even if he had to kill his emotions.He gets up and starts walking towards the window overlooking the courtyard.  Emily's father and step-brother must have just arrived.  "Showtime, I guess." He mumbles sadly. Turning to leave, he spots something sitting at the edge of his window.A dragonfly.Holding back his emotions, he turns and walks out to meet his new family.***************"Eldred Dereon, you cannot begin to understand how much this union of our families means to us." Giovanni Russo's booming voice announced while raising his glass in a toast. Eldred Dereon looks on with a malicious smile and raises his glass in agreement. This marriage will give him conta

She arrives at the scene of her life's work going up in flames. Her work was all back up, but that wasn't the cause of her heart break.Libellule was hers. She built it from the ground up, and now someone had burnt it to the ground. Walking toward the building in a daze, suddenly she gets grabbed by someone and pulled back."Ma'am, you can't go in there!" It was a police officer and he was looking at her like she was crazy. "This is my building." She replies flatly, pulling her arm back. He looks surprised and clears his throat, " If that's the case, Ma'am, I'll need you to come down to the station with me. "Of course, formalities. It wasn't like her life was going up in flames or anything. First she lost Emily. Then August. Now her building. She wasn't sure what she did to deserve all the bad luck coming her way lately. She nods at the officer and tells him she'll be down at the station shortly then heads to her car.As she gets in, she ca

Arriving at their destination, Emily and August step out of the Mercedes-Benz as a picture of sophistication. They were Dereons after all, and needed to keep up with appearances. The drive to the restaurant was a silent one, neither one daring to speak out of fear.As soon as they step out, Emily breaks the silence. "Is she safe?" August holds out his arm for her to take and they walk into the building.  "I told her to book a flight to Paris and stay at Hotel Judour. I also explained to her that it's not safe to be here right now. " August responds. Emily nods and the maitre d shows them to their private table as soon as they enter, then Emily asks to swop tables with a private booth. August frowns but follows her. As soon as they're  seated, Emily explains the switch. "Father would have been listening in and have bugs planted at our reserved table. This is just a precaution." August nods and is quite impressed by Emily's move, he didn't even think about that. Suddenl

Elizabeth walks the streets of Paris in high spirits. Her long honey-colored hair blowing in the wind as she looks around the city in wonder. This will be her new home, she already decided that. She just needed to find the perfect spot to open her new fashion house. She's already called real estate companies and set up appointments to view some vacant buildings. It was an hour before her next viewing when she decided to pop into a cafe for some coffee. She places her order in fluent French and seats herself. Just as she was about to put her bag on the table, her phone rings. Looking at the caller ID, she sighs at the unknown number, but answers anyway."Hello, Elizabeth White speaking," she answers curtly and business-like. "Dragonfly. " came the sweet voice of August and her heart melts all over again. "August!" She answers in an excited tone, August chuckles and says, "I'll be seeing you next week, Dragonfly. Was your flight okay?" She smiles at his words, stil

Emily looks up at the mansion she grew up in and feels a pit in her stomach.She hated coming back here. She thought her marriage to August Deron would set her free of her father, but it seems like she was stuck with him. As she walks up to the large front door, she remembers her last day here, she swore never to return. Now, look at her, back with a vengeance. Walking into the living room, she looks around the place and feels sick. She despised this place, but she needs to do what needs to be done, she needs to do what her Mama couldn't.She walks to her father's study, knocks, and mentally prepares herself. She knew he would be home as it was Tuesday, his so-called off day."Come!" his voice booms and she flinches. He still had that effect on her, no matter how prepared she thought she was, he could still break through her bravado. With a trembling hand, she opens the study door. Giovanni Russo looks up from his laptop and makes eye contact with