Semua Bab I Stole The Billionaire's Wallet And His Heart: Bab 51 - Bab 60

Elara’s POVTalk about bad timing. Why is Dad here now? And why did Lorenzo have to come into my office this afternoon? I force a smile onto my face, though I know it looks awkward, and walk toward him."Dad, You didn’t tell me you were coming," I say, hugging him."Why? Is a father not allowed to visit his daughter at her place of work?" He emphasizes the word work, his eye lingering on my face, which I know is smudged from my make-out session with Lorenzo.I run a hand through my hair. "It’s not what you think…" Why did you have to say that, Elara? That is so cringe, my subconscious chimes in. It is exactly what it looks like. You’re lucky he didn’t walk in just as you two were…"Mr. Rossi," Lorenzo calls out, and I exhale in relief at his intervention. He extends a hand to shake my dad’s, who blatantly ignores him and turns to me with a broad smile."My baby girl, come. I have something I want to show you. Let’s go now."I narrow my eyes, crossing my arms over my chest. "Dad!"He h

Elara's POVThe halls are brightly decorated, large, and filled to the brim with what looks like a thousand people—or maybe more. Each of them is adorned in glittering dresses. Gold chandeliers line the ceiling, and the finest artistic paintings fill the walls.My eyes scan the crowd, looking for any familiar face to help ease my anxiety and stop the trembling in my legs. Soon, two towering figures—one in a crisp white suit and the other in blue—push through the crowd, walking forward to stand before me. I leap into my dad's arms, hugging him like my life depends on it."Happy birthday, princess," he whispers in my ear while ruffling my hair, which was perfectly done by the stylist. I hug him even tighter, never wanting to let this moment go.Someone clears their throat, making us pull away from each other."I understand you guys doing all this father-and-daughter bonding, but where's my own hug?" Uncle Damien opens his arms and narrows his eyes. I smile and lunge into his open arms.

Lorenzo's POV An important business meeting is going on. By important, I mean a meeting among the top people in the country. You can already guess who they are. Damien and Antonio Rossi sit at the curved edge of the expensive polished mahogany table, their faces set into hardened glares, exuding an aura of power. Just like the powerful men they are. On the other side of them sits Alexander Viali. I don’t know why the fool had to show up in my office, but his presence here is getting on my nerves. We are at the top floor of my building, in the boardroom designed specifically for meetings of the upper class and important investors. Since my building is taller than all the others around, we have a great view of the blue skyline, the city below, and the rooftops of the slightly lower but still elegant buildings surrounding us. But neither the presence of these men nor the beauty of the view can hold my attention. All I can focus on is Elara, seated across from me, scribbling dow

Elara's POVThree months later.I step out of my office, stretching my muscles to relieve them of the stiffness from sitting in one spot for almost five hours. Today is one of those days where I overwork myself because I want my afternoon free. I plan on sleeping and getting enough rest so I don’t fall sick."Hello, ma’am, are you ready to leave? Can I call your driver?" Sonia, my PA, walks up to me, her hair wrapped in a ponytail while her glasses lay a little low on her nose. She is a 35-year-old woman who was hired for me by Dad, despite me arguing that I had no need for a personal assistant and that I’d be fine. But he knew better and insisted that I would thank him later, which I did because the workload in this training isn’t easy at all.No, I am not yet the CEO, but I'll be given the post in a week's time, I think. I just can’t wait to be done with it. I know being the CEO will bring more responsibilities, but then again, whenever we succeed after going through tough times, we

Elara's POVShot. Shot. My dad's been shot. That is the only word that registered in my head from what Uncle Damien was saying. No. This can't be."Hey, hey baby. Don't cry, okay? It's all going to be okay." Lorenzo tells me softly, pulling me into a warm embrace. In his arms, I break down, my tears flowing freely and staining his shirt. I grip his dress tight in my fists, holding on for support since my legs feel like they're giving up on me.All the while, he keeps whispering soothing words in my ears while leading me to a chair by the wall. When I finally calm down, I notice Uncle Damien's shadow over us. He stands with his hands in his pockets, casting a worried glance at me."I'm sorry, Bambina. But we have to pray for your dad to be fine. I'm sure the doctors will try their best."I don't respond. He sighs and moves to the other side of the hallway, placing his phone on his ear and barking out orders."Lorenzo, will my dad be okay? Please tell me he'll be fine. He can't die now.