Isabella To what could have been. I read slowly from the pleasantly perfumed card and instantly, I knew who it was with a dreadful realization. I must have looked pale because Emilio was present when it happened."Isabella, you seem quite pale, should I be worried?" Emilio asked politely as we exited the boutique."It's him," I said. "He knows that I am here," I added looking around in terror.Emilio hastily guarded me towards the vehicle that brought him here and ushered me inside. I tried to stay calm as he got into the driver's seat and ignited the car. "How can you be certain that he is the one behind it," Emilio asked me as he drove me home. I could see how he occasionally threw a watchful glance at the side and rearview mirror as he drove."Because of what he wrote," I answered. "It was not just that alone but how he knew what words to use," I added.Emilio sighed wearily as he drove us home. "If only I had been in your life, all these would not be happening," He muttered pain

Damien As I received the anonymous clue, a surge of curiosity coursed through my veins, mingling with a tinge of apprehension at the unknown. The cryptic message hinted at a secret location, shrouded in mystery and intrigue, drawing me into its enigmatic embrace like a moth to a flame.With each step I took towards the old golf club, perched atop the upper edge of the city where the wealthy elite resided, the sense of anticipation grew stronger, fueling my determination to uncover the truth behind the clandestine invitation.As I arrived at the gates of the golf club, I couldn't help but marvel at its grandeur, the sprawling green expanse stretching out before me like a verdant oasis amidst the urban jungle. The air was thick with the scent of freshly trimmed grass and the distant sound of laughter and conversation drifted on the breeze, a testament to the camaraderie shared among the club's privileged members.I couldn't help but feel a pang of curiosity as I wondered who could have

Damien I was getting impatient with the way this man was baiting me. I was feeling a little self-conscious because I did not like being baited."What exactly is the problem?" I demanded."You are my problem, Damien. Ever since you walked into that police station, everything I built right from scratch is gone!" He said."So you sent me a secret rendezvous just to bitch to me," I let out maliciously before I turned to leave."I know where Robert is," He called after me and I stopped abruptly in my track. I sighed. I wondered why him of all people could was playing such an expensive joke."Michael Stryker. Are you shitting me?" I firmly asked.He walked over to where I stood and stopped. It was a little bit dramatic the way he did but I was too pissed to care."Damien Moretti, I shit you not," Michael said in a low tone. I could tell that he was serious."I am guessing that you do not want to tell me without a price," I said."You know me so well," He spat maliciously.I scoffed at him.

Isabella The weight of unease settled heavily upon my shoulders, pressing down with an oppressive force that seemed to suffocate me. My thoughts swirled in a tumultuous whirlwind of fear and uncertainty, as I grappled with the harsh reality of the danger that lurked just beyond the safety of our home.I couldn't shake the nagging feeling of dread that gnawed at the edges of my consciousness, a relentless reminder of the precariousness of our situation. Damien's recent encounters with adversaries from his past had left me feeling more vulnerable than ever, as if the walls of our sanctuary were closing in around me, trapping me in a prison of fear and apprehension.With each passing day, I found myself growing more and more uneasy, haunted by the specter of danger that seemed to loom over us like a dark cloud on the horizon. I knew that Damien's unwavering determination to protect me often put him in harm's way, risking his safety for the sake of mine. And while I admired his courage

Isabella Ava had been reluctant to go home but I assured her that I would be fine with Emilio. "I do not trust that man, Isabella," Ava cautiously said and looked around to see if my Dad heard her."It is alright, Ava, he means well," I assured her with a smile."You know that you can always come back and stay with me, us girls got to stick together," She said."I would love to stay with you more than anything in the world, but I just can't stay with you knowing that Vito can pay you a visit anytime he likes," I told her.Ava nodded a little bit sadly. I hoped that she did not think I was avoiding her because that was far from the reason. Flashbacks of Vito's large hands around my neck played over and over again in my head as I dreadfully recalled the attack.As Ava gently urged me to come back home with her, I felt a wave of apprehension wash over me, my heart pounding with fear at the mere thought of facing Vito again. "I appreciate your concern, Ava," I said, my voice trembling