Semua Bab Hiding The Billionaire's Son After Divorce : Bab 41 - Bab 50

Luka's POVNo matter what happened with the custody case, I knew we'd never be friends again. We'd never get back what we had as kids. There was too much anger and resentment that had built up over the years. I couldn't even stay in the same room with her without feeling rage bubbling up inside of me.And Isis. God, I could never forgive Valeria for what happened to Isis. Even if it was technically an accident, even if there was no proof that Valeria tampered with the brakes, she was still the reason Isis was at that cafe. She was the reason Isis got behind the wheel that day. She was the reason Isis died.The memory of that day still haunted me. It played in my mind on repeat, especially late at night when I couldn't sleep. The phone call from the hospital that came out of nowhere. The way my hands had shaken so badly I almost dropped my phone. The rush to get there, racing through traffic like a madman. The doctor's face when she came out to meet me. I knew before she had opened h

Luka's POV "She was full of surprises back then. Still is, I guess." I ruffled his hair gently. "The point is, Elliot, just be yourself. That's the most important thing. Learn as much as you can and have fun. There's no need to try to impress anyone or pretend to be someone you're not. The right people will like you for who you are."He nodded seriously, taking in my words. "Okay. I can do that.""I know you can."Just then, a voice called out from somewhere deeper in the house. "Master Elliot, lunch is ready! I prepared chicken parmesan!”Elliot's face lit up even more. "Yes, one of my favorites! I'm starving!" He started to run toward the dining area, then stopped and looked back at me. "Are you staying for lunch?""If that's okay with you.""It's okay with me." He grinned, then took off running again.I watched him go, feeling something warm expanding in my chest. This was what being a father felt like; talking to my son, making him smile, being someone he wanted to spend time wit

Luka's POV She apologized for being late, but I'd barely listened to her excuse. I was just waiting for her to fumble a question so I could end the whole process.But she didn't fumble. She answered every question clearly and confidently. She asked intelligent questions about the role and unlike the others, she asked me what was expected of her.By the end of the interview, I'd hired her on the spot.Since then we'd had what I considered a perfect work relationship. She was always there when I needed her, always efficient, always one step ahead. I snapped at her sometimes when I was stressed, which happened often, but she never took it personally, she'd just nod, say yes sir, then get things done exactly as I'd asked.I really didn't want to go through the process of hiring someone new. The interviews, the training, the period where they'd make mistakes while learning my preferences; it was going to be a nightmare.But I didn't have a choice, I needed someone competent, I needed them

Luka's POV"This is a demanding position," I stated clearly. "The hours can be long and the work is fast paced. There's a major board meeting in two weeks that will require extensive preparation.""Oh." Brenda's smile faltered. "How long are the hours typically?""Usually nine to six, but sometimes later if there's a deadline or an important meeting.""And how often does that happen?""Often enough."She bit her lip. "I was hoping for something more like nine to five, maybe with the option to work from home a couple days a week.""This position requires being in the office every day and the hours are non-negotiable.""I see." Brenda looked disappointed. "What about vacation time? How much notice do I need to give if I want to take a few days off?""At least two weeks. And there are certain times when taking time off isn't feasible, like right before product launches.""So I can't just take a day off whenever I need to?""Not without advance notice, no."Brenda was quiet for a moment.

Luka's POVI looked at her with longing in my eyes."I loved you," I continued, the words pouring out of me now. "I loved you more than I've ever loved anyone. You were supposed to be my wife. We were supposed to have a life together. And then you died and I had to bury you. For a whole decade, I've lived with the fact that I failed you. That I wasn't there when you needed me. That I couldn't save you.""I really don't know what the fuck you're talking about," she maintained but her voice was softer now. Her expression had shifted to pity."Look at me." I moved closer, desperate for her to see me, to remember, to be who I needed her to be. "Really look at me. Don't you remember anything? Not even a little?""No." She shook her head. "I'm sorry but no. I've never seen you before today.""That's not true. It can't be true.""It is true." Her hands were clenched at her sides. "I don't know how else to get the damn message across. You have me mistaken for someone else.""Don't give me tha