After the tense conversation I convinced him to return back to the office. Once the star crossed lovers were cool we went our own ways in the office.I arrived on my desk and after sitting for a while staring at the blank screen for a while I gave up with a sigh of resignation. I need to clear my head so a visit to the restroom it is.Standing in front of the mirror all I saw was a messy bitch, makeup smeared and tiredness speaking louder than my aura.  With a grimace, taking out my compact I started reapplying my makeup.From the corner of my eyes I saw a figure of a woman leaning against the wall but did nothing to humor her except the apparent scowl on my face.I reapplied my mascara, then gloss and even contoured my face again, finally looking somewhat the diva again."That's it, Lana. You look like a rotter-slut already." The woman said without humor.I shrugged putting another coat of gloss, "Well, now that's rich coming from you,

Third-Person POVIf he thought he was sexy or this was hot, he needed an urgent reality check. Svetlana felt disgusted and her guts were ready to spill her dinner.She was bored with the drama and brought her leather-gloved hand on his shoulder to stop him from leaning closer.The man looked at her with his brows frowned in confusion.Svetlana gave him the sweetest of her smiles and lifted the gloved hand from his shoulder then struck right in the pulse knocking him out.The man couldn't even register what happened to him.As the man went limp, Svetlana threw him on the floor then rolled her neck. The act was draining! Letting out a sigh Svetlana got to work. The earlier she was done, she would be allowed to take a nap.She took out a syringe strapped on her thigh and took out a bottle from her cleavage. Filling the bottle Svetlana injected the man on his tattoed shoulder.The place may swell but she couldn't let it be

Third Person POVSvetlana sat on the Breakfast Table while everybody in the Astor family was stealing glances at her. It was making her cringe with everything that was going on.She was fucked. She had fucked her whole life. Sometimes she wondered why did Luca bothered not urging her to open up about her deceit at gun point. The Astor family is why.She bit her lower in regret. Their daughter might be rotting away in an unamed grace. She shook her head at the thought. Sandra could very well be living it to the fullest.It's been almost a week since Luca's lost control in the car.Svetlana didn't go to his office to have lunch or drove in his car. She ate in the lunchroom or her driver brought her take-outs from exquisite hotels and restaurants.The corner of her lip turned up, money did make statements.When the Astor's asked about the change she simply said they were giving each other space but even a blind could see the spilled milk

Third Person POVThet sat in the car with a loud silence, sadly a makeout session didn't blur reality for them."When are you going to be real for once?"After Ivana left the smoothness of their moment left with her. Svetlana bitter smile dwindled. "Aren't you tired of this charade?!" They were still looking out of the windshield mirror; they didn't want to see anything they couldn't unseen.Luca exhaled a deep breath and sneered, "This is all because you want to keep things..."The pain that was coming from her heart made Svetlana grit her teeth. She could feel the blood rush out of her.Apparently, she wasn't that smart herself but she couldn't blame herself. It was already hard being on the edge allthe time.At least he had no proof."Luca, just drop it! Don't you get tired of this same fight we have every time?!" She hissed.Luca scoffed at her, "Yes, and that's because you don't want to res

Third Person POVWas this his way of throwing her to the wolves because she rejected him?!Svetlana passed him a fleeting glare and walked out following Juana.Luca watched her till she could no longer be seen then turned to his Grandfather who looked like he would rather chew his meat than the Mongolian Beef on his plateA smirk appeared on his Grandfather's ever expressionless face, "A seductress, isn't she? A body of siren and that mouth of a temptress... Such a ravishing little thing she is."He was referring to Svetlana, Luca gave a subtle smile when he wanted to put the bullet in the Old Bastard's head."Yes, my 'fiance' is beautiful." Luca put force in the word 'fiance' to subtly refrain him from going forward.Just when the words left his mouth, he realized his mistake.The smirk on Donnovan's face widened. Men like them didn't give compliments like beautiful or pretty, that's what lovers did.They didn't praise