Tous les chapitres de : Chapitre 11 - Chapitre 19

Jennifers POVThe sunight streaming through my bedroom windows felt like a personal insult. I had'nt slept all night scrubing the warehouse scent off my skin (one thing about me is I value my scent over everything ) whislt staring at the red silk dress crumpled in the corner of my room. It looked like discarded skin.By 08:00AM the silence in the mansion was shartterd. I heard the unmistakable sound of Romanos cane against the hallway floor that sound usually signaled someone was about to loose their job, or dignity. I did''nt wait for him to knock. I threw on a silk robe and opened the door. Romano stood there, his face a mask of controlled fury. In his hand , he held a survaillance photo from the docks. It shows Lucas's Maybach parked outisde the warehouse entrance."You went behind my back ", he said, his voice low but powerful. "And ontop of that to save a useless common engineer who was snooping around my cargo.""He wasnt snooping ,Papa. He was dru

Jennifers POVThe morning of the wedding didnt feel like a celebration. It felt lie like a funeral for my soul. The air in the Conti mansion was thick with the scent of lilies and expensive hairspray. My bedroom was swarming with stylists but I felt like everything was happening around me but i wasnt in my body anymore. It seemed as if I was a ghost just sitting and watching my surroundings. The dress was a masterpiece of white lace and silk heavy. I could tell this dress was worth more than most people earn in a decade. As they cinced the corset , I could barely breathe. ''Perfect '', My father remarked, standing in the dooorway. He didnt look at my face , only at the lace drapped around my shoulders. ''You look like a Lombardi already"."I look like a prisoner'' I whispered low enough so he wouldnt hear.He checked his watch ."The car is waiting, Dont make him wait , Jennifer. Lucas isnt a man who enjoys being sidelined." The ceremony at the cathedral was a blur of flashin

The silence following Lucas's departure was deafening. He walked out of the sunroom with the same cold indifference he had shown at the altar. He left me standing amidst the wrekage of shattered glass and my shatered life. I was a 'Creative face'. More like a mascot for the company I had built with my own sweat and late night tears. I retreated to the library , the only room that didnt feel like it was actively watching me , though I knew the cameras were tucked into the crown molding. I curled up in the leather armchair , staring at the high stone walls outside. "You know for a Bad Ass Bitch you look remakbly like a wet cat right now." I jumed startled, my heart nearly leaping out of my chest. Standing by the door was Tracy. She wasnt wearing a gown nor a suit she was in her everyday oversized black hoodie, holding a device that looked life a tablet but with wires coming out of it. "Tracy , How did you get here? I thought your brother didnt like any visitors." "Well I kinda might

​ Jennifers Pov Three days later The flashing lights of the paparazzi at the London Charity Gala felt like a fifng squad, but I didnt flinch. I was three glasses of vintage champagne deep, and the world was beginning to blur at the edges in a way that felt like mercy. "Smile, Jennifer,'' Lucas whispered, his hand sliding around my waist. To the cameras, it looked like a passionate embrace. To me, it felt like a cage. "You are supposed to be the happiest woman in the room." "Oh ...I am Darling,'' I slurred slightly, leaning my head onto his shoulder.I turned my face toward the cameras, flashing a dazzling, predatory smile that didnt reach my eyes. "I'm married to a man who steals from his wife. Whats more romantic than that.?" "You're drunk." "Im celebratory," I corrected , reaching for a forth glass from a passing waiter. "To the merger, To the Malls and to the lies cheers!" I spent the next three hours being the perfect 'madly in love' Lombardi Bride. I draped myself ove

​Jennifer’s POV​The green juice was doing nothing for the jackhammer in my skull, but my mind was sharper than it had been in days. I waited until I heard the distinct click of the heavy double doors at the end of the hallway—Lucas was gone. Yay.. I Ran to my room.​I pulled the 'Lombardi' phone from under my pillow and typed a message to Tracy.​Jennifer: The ghost account is active. I watched the transfer hit the zero-trace ledger right before I passed out last night.​Tracy: You’re a legend. Lucas’s tech team is currently running in circles trying to find a 'Server Glitch' They think the money is stuck in the ether.​Jennifer: Let them think that. If I can hold it there for a month, I can buy back my majority shares in Cushion under a shell company name.​Tracy: Careful, Jen. He’s not a complete idiot. He’s suspicious. I saw him looking at the logs three times this morning.​Jennifer: Let him be suspicious. Suspicion isn't proof.​I tucked the phone away just as the bedroom door