Madeline's POV  "Is it done?" I caressed the long spine of my wine glass with my fingers, waiting for the answer I had expected all day. The red liquid in my cup sloshed around slightly as I lifted it to my lips. I pressed my phone tighter against my ear with my other hand, hating the suspense yet loving it all the same.   "Yes. It is done" came a deep mischievous voice after what seemed like forever.   A smirk played on my lips and I ended the call, tossing the phone on my table.  Wonderful. Everything was wonderful!  I tipped my glass up and took a long slow sip of my wine. A sigh of satisfaction slipped from my lips as I swallowed, savoring the taste.  "This has to be the best Merlot there is," I murmured, taking another sip.   Everything was going according

 Eve's POV I hissed as I rubbed my concealer over the rest of the bruises on my face. There were too many of them and though the concealer tried to make them look less gory, there was only so much it could do.   It had been two days since Tom's rampage. Our bedroom had been cleaned up the day before, and it looked like nothing had happened. I ached for someone to clean up my heart too. And my mind. And everything else so I could forget. I wanted to live as if nothing had happened too.  But how could I? Every blow to the face, every belt whip against my arms and sides, every kick, every toss against the wall. My whole body screamed in agony even at the slightest movements. I could never forget.   My eyes glistened at the thought and I blinked rapidly. I could not afford to ruin my makeup with tears. I had to get on with Tom's assignment quickly or by the time he c

Adam's POV The workload never seemed to decrease. I had sent half of my mornings, signing and scribbling in documents and going through proposals from teams in the HQ and from other branches. I had plans to establish two more branches in Europe and while Paris was thriving well, I had been trying to figure out a way to establish on German soil.  But that would mean making a deal with a German investor and those guys were quite tough to crack. I wasn't worried though. I was certain that with proper planning, and the right tools, even the hardest nut would get cracked.   Mother had called that morning too, saying something about me having to meet Madeline and of course I had refused. I wanted nothing to do with that bitch ever again. She ought to be grateful that I hadn't had her thrown in jail for what she did to me. Instead she had befriended my mother, conniving with her.  I shou

TOM'S POV I whistled as I drove down the road to the restaurant Adam Stone had chosen. I was on fucking cloud nine. I had been since last week when his secretary called to inform me that a meeting had been rescheduled already.   I glanced behind me at the back seat. I had all my files and the contract ready. I was fully prepared. And I was sure I would stun the shorts off Adam Stone, all he would want to do was invest! This was it! This was my stroke of luck, soon I would be as rich as that pompous bastard and I would call the shots.  I was so damned happy, I had gotten Eve a pretty necklace set. I had no idea how she had been able to pull it off and frankly that was a bit worrisome. But I didn't care much. As long as my billion dollar contract was secured, I was good.   I parked right before the restaurant, grabbed my materials and walked through feeling on top of the world.

  Tom's POV   I waited until I was settled in the car before I whipped out the phone again, going through my guard's messages.     A letter.    A damned letter.     Who on earth could possibly send it to her? I had worked my ass off to ensure that all Eve had was me in the entire world. I had made sure of that. So who on earth would send her a letter? It was damn annoying.     I tapped rapidly on my phone, dialing the guard's number.     "Boss?" His gruff voice filtered through the receiver.    "Under no circumstance, should that letter get to my wife," I ordered.    He remained silent for a while before responding. "Okay, got it boss."    He didn't get it. It was clear in his voice that he didn't get it at all. But I didn't