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MITCH'S POVI stood inside the guest restroom, yanking at my tie, irritated by everything around me.That old man.Ordering me around like I was a bellhop at his personal disposal for hours.“Mitch, fetch this.” “Mitch, stand there.” “Mitch, don’t embarrass me.”I should have known. The moment he insisted I accompany him to this wedding—one that had nothing to do with me and everything to do with his ego—I should have seen the trap.Was this his idea of a power play?Flaunt his connections?Parade me like a servant in front of his rich cousin, the one rumored to be an underground Mafia boss, just to remind me how insignificant I was?Let him pull whatever strings he thinks he has.It won’t matter.Soon I’ll leave this cage—and that bastard and his grandson with it.Once the plan is set, I’m leaving this country and this stupid life for good.But before I leave, I have to find Lena.My Lena. I have to make her understand that we are meant to be together.We’ll go back to the beginning

I MUST FIND HER

I straightened my tie, adjusted my cufflinks, and practiced my smirk.The signature smirk. The one that had melted her the first day we met as teenagers—the one that made her fall for me.“You’ve got this, champ,” I told my reflection with the smirk. “Go get your woman.”And if she turned out to be Ricardo’s daughter?The Mafia Lord’s daughter?Then it was a double win. I would have the woman I loved and a generational fortune to fix everything my career had broken.I pushed open the restroom door and stepped into the hallway.I took a deep breath and steadied myself.“Now, where is that bastard called Silver Adams?”My eyes drifted toward the guests dancing like they were in a club house, laughing, drinking at the private beach where the after party was taking place.Then my eyes locked on a familiar figure, and my breath hitched.Those hips. Those unmistakable curves. I would have recognized that big ass in my sleep.Those thick thighs, too.Could it be Lena?My heart was racing.Sh

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OFF ME!

What the fuck was that name she just called?It didn’t sound like Mitch.For a few seconds, my brain simply… stopped. Completely blank. Like someone had yanked the plug on every thought I had.My smirk faltered as I pulled back just enough to see her face. Those eyes that used to look at me like I was her entire world were wide with confusion.Then recognition. Then shocked horror.She shoved hard against my chest like I had just assaulted her. I managed not to lose my balance.“Mitch?!”Her voice cracked on my name.Hearing it from her lips did something strange to my chest.I didn’t give her space to step away. I wrapped my arms around her again, her soft body pressed against mine.“Yeah, baby. It’s me.” I tried to summon the smirk again, but it sat wrong on my face now. “Surprised to see me?”Lena went rigid in my arms.Her chest was pressed against mine, soft and warm.I lowered my head and leaned for a kiss.“What the hell are you doing? Get your hands off me!”She struggled to f

THAT LOOK

She frowned back.“This is none of your business. Get your hands off me this minute.”Her voice had grown stronger and sharper. The strength in it was foreign to me. This wasn’t the Lena who used to whisper and plead. This was a woman who had learned to fight back.My jaw tightened. I didn’t let go. Even though we were facing each other now, my hands stayed locked around her waist.She was struggling.I still couldn’t let go.I refused to accept this reaction of hers.“Of course it’s my business. You’re Lena. *My* Lena. You belong to me.”“I don’t belong to you. I never belonged to you!”She snapped the words at me.I refused to accept that too.Had she forgotten my face?Had I changed too much to be recognized?I’d changed—I knew that. But not enough to become a stranger.“It’s me, Lena. How could you not tell, baby?”I laughed awkwardly. It came out hollow and desperate. My eyes burned. A pounding drummed in my ears like all my blood had rushed to my head.“I know exactly who you ar

WISH YOU LUCK

She bit hard on my tongue, then my lip, but I didn't care. I didn't even mind the blood I tasted in my mouth. When I finally pulled back. "How dare you kiss me!" She wanted slap me across the cheek but I caught her wrist. "Don't act like you don't miss my kiss. You are mine, Lena. Only mine. I loved every inch of you before that man even noticed you existed. And you think he gets to have you now?" I wrapped my arms around her waist again. She started hitting me on the face with every frustration in her but I held on. "You can hit me all you want,Lena," I growled. "But we both know I am the only man you love. Be honest with yourself. Mitch belongs to Lena. And Lena belongs to her Mitch." "You are definitely insane. You need psychiatric help!" She panted heavily then lowered her hands over mine, her fingers digging into the backs of my hands as she tried to pry them off. Her nails looked beautiful. She never painted them when she was with me. I didn't even care about the br

NOT POSSIBLE

She turned to walked away. I looked up at her. *I don't accept this* My fists clenched so tightly that my nails bit into my palms, but I felt nothing.Just the roaring emptiness that had been swallowing me whole for months now. My vision blurred, the edges of the room dissolving into watery smudges. I couldn't do it... I can't live without her, I can't. The thought crashed over me like a wave, dragging me under a deep ocean.I took one step. Then another. Then another. Each movement felt like wading through cement, my legs moving heavy and uncooperative. But I kept moving, because stopping meant letting her go, and letting her go meant dying. I quickened my pace and before I knew it, she was in my arms again. I hugged her from the back, she hadn't expected me to, so she gapsed in shock. "I am sorry, Lena!" I cried out, my voice breathing this time. "I am sorry! It may be too late for me to apologize, I know that. But I am so sorry for being such a bad husband

A FAVOR

I kept talking and talking, my voice hoarse and pleading, but she hadn't said a single word. I could go on and on and on if it would convince her.I would stand here for hours, days, years, if it meant she would stay. I want her back. No matter what it takes. "Mitch..." Her voice finally came. My heart skipped, then plummeted into my stomach. I pulled back slowly, my face drenched with tears and snot. I must have looked pathetic. People must be stealing glances at us but I don't care about the look on their faces. When she turned to face me fully, and I searched her eyes desperately, hoping to meet shock, sympathy, anything. Hoping to see those eyes that are always soaked with tears for my sake. But there was nothing. "Crying won't change anything, Mitch." Her voice was flat, emotionless. "You're embarrassing yourself with that manipulative tears. Do I look like I care? Do you really think I give a tiny fuck about your feelings? Or whatever remorse is festering in tha

IF I WERE YOU

AUTHOR'S POV The grip on Mitch's wrist tightened, and he felt the bones grind together. Through the haze of pain from Lena's slap, he looked up into the face of the man holding him. The first thing Mitch noticed was his massive height with broad shoulders that seemed to strain the seams of his black suit. His face, however, was not overtly intimidating. But it was his eyes that made Mitch's blood run cold. "I wouldn't do that if I were you. Let her go." The words came out calm, almost bored, as if he were commenting on the weather rather than threatening a man. Lena heard him and turned. "Scar?" "My lady." He bowed. Mitch didn't know how the two knew each other, but since she hadn't called him Tarzan, he figured he wasn't the target. He tried to pull his arm free, but Scar's grip was immovable—like being caught in a vice. "Who the fuck do you think you are?" Mitch snapped furiously. "Let go of—" He didn't finish the sentence before Scar's fist drove into his stomach.

LOSER

"Thank you. Oh, have you seen Tarzan? I've been looking for him." "I met him a few minutes ago on the way from the flower garden. I think he might be at that place." Lena's eyes lit up with relief and anticipation. "Oh, thanks. I'll go there right now." "Wait... Lena." Mitch coughed about to get up but Scar stopped him. "Where the hell do you think you are going? You are coming with me." Scar said and began dragging Mitch away. Mitch struggled against Scar's grip, his nails clawing at the man's massive forearm, but it was like fighting a wall. Few guests nearby watched them in awe and curiosity. "Lena! Please! You can't do this! Please! Lena! Lena!" She didn't respond. She simply stood there, watching him be dragged away like trash. Then she waved goodbye with a smirk, turned and walked away. Mitch couldn't believe that, it happened so fast, he had to blink repeatedly to clear his head. "Keep your legs moving!" Scar yelled at him. They reached a particula

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