Nobela ni Yhukhay

MATTEO’S POVAlfredo. Dead. A supposed suicide. It didn’t add up.Alfredo was anything but he wasn’t a chicken head that would deliberately kill himself over a prison time. He would rather serve time and come out to continue his supposed revenge than die like a chicken.Anthony and I walked behind an attendant and a doctor who led the way into the morgue in the prison where the bodies are kept till consumed by the family of the deceased. “He’s he is.” The attendant says stopping in front of the freezer used to store the bodies before pulling it out for us to examine.Stepping closer to take a closer look, his face was totally disfigured almost to the point of no recognition. A burn? Did he set himself on fire? Why wasn’t this said over the phone before we got here?Dr. Hughes, the forensic pathologist, gestured toward the covered body on the steel table. “We received him early this morning. The official report states self-immolation inside his cell. Burned beyond recognition.”My jaw

AURORA’S POVIt’s 8:30 am and no signs of Sofia being back home, pretty sure she didn’t sleep at home last night as I didn’t see her bodyguard as well. Tried calling and she’s been unavailable.Bella strolls in lazily and plumps herself into a seat at the dining table where I, Matteo and Anthony are seated. “What’s for breakfast.” Her voice was patched and I passed her a glass of water. “Thanks, sweet girl.” She gulps down her water in one go. Anthony loads her plate with some food while Bella’s eyes scan the table questioningly, “Uhmm…where’s Soph? Has anyone checked in on her, she complained of cramps yesterday.” She noted. “I doubt she’s home, knocked on her door several times and nothing. Her phone’s not available as well.” I point out and just after I spoke we hear someone walk in and all heads turn simultaneously. There she is.Raising from my seat and grabbing a plate and spoon for her to use I query her “Where have you been? We’ve been looking for and just spoke about you ju

SOFIA’S POV.Storming out from the car into Alfredo’s hideout, the door wasn’t locked as if he knew I was coming. Well I mean I did tell him I was going to come. “The fuck do you think you’re playing at?” I shout at his tall shirtless frame which was backing me from the table where he stood pouring a glass of whiskey. “I fucken talking to you Alfredo or should I say, Uncle Fred?” I add the last part with much more emphasis. He turns to me with a grin on his face I wish nothing but to wipe off with a bullet to his head. “Oh, my little friend spoke about me I take? He’s such a cool child too bad he’s born to the wrong parents.” He shoves a glass of whiskey my way and I glare at him before taking it and downing the content in one go. He takes a sit and keeps his gaze on me. A teasing gaze if I may add which only fueled my anger but I had to calm down. This was Alfredo I was working with and he was dangerous. “What was the stupid plan you had going to my nephew’s school in broad daylig

AURORA’S POV“Is Sofia back?” I ask myself and my husband looks at me with a look of confusion then back at his tablet. “I haven’t seen her since I got back from work myself, you would go check her room maybe she’s back.” He replies and goes back to scrolling.Am I overthinking it but she was acting really strange this afternoon in the kitchen. I mean what sort of period pain will jab at you and you’ll drop a glass? Is something bothering her and she can’t seem to talk about it? “Babe, did you know Sofia could shoot a gun?” I ask Matteo. “Shoot a gun? She can’t even hurt a fly Aurora why then should she know how to shoot a gun.” He’s sarcastic with his response which I would reply same if anyone had asked me such a question before today.“You know we went to the shooting range today, myself, Bella and Sofia…” This time Matteo’s full focus was on me, he loved to hear about my day, “and Sofia was legit shooting a gun like a fucken pro, even Bella was surprised. Myself too.”Matteo’s lo

SOFIA’S POV“Stupid son of a bitch!” I yell throwing my phone on my bed. We’ve just gotten back from our little girl’s time and I stormed into my room after lying that I suddenly got my period and needed to change.What the hell is wrong with Alfredo and why is he trying to work on his own after all my efforts to bring him out of that damned prison. I knew he was an ass but this was a whole different level of stupidity. What if he gets caught and our…rather my plans go to waste? I need to get my hands on the family business before he thwarts my dreams and efforts. I simply need him to take Matteo out of the picture.Picking up my phone I call my assistant Riccardo “Find out what that guy is up to and find out fast.” I ordered before ending the call abruptly not waiting for his response.Before long I could hear excited chatter coming from downstairs and a childlike giggle signifying that Liam was back from school. I’ve been in here for a while and felt stuffy so I go down to join the

ALFREDO POVThe boy looked so much like Aurora and Matteo. Finding him wasn’t as tasking as I thought it would be as all I had to do was hack into the systems of the most prestigious nursery schools and go through their student portal. Instead what was more difficult was blending into the school premises. Disguised as a cleaner on part-time duty, even that was hard to get. “Wages are paid after school hours which means you’ll leave after the students leave.” The head of the cleaning team had told me. Her eyes judged me with clear contempt it took so much effort not to snap her neck on the spot. “Cover those tattoos of yours, the kids won’t like them.” She added before passing on the cleaning uniform which looked more like my former prison outfit. The fit consisted of the up-and-down blue fit with a face mask and cap. Thank goodness it was something that aided a disguise.Changing into the uniform I was assigned to clean the dining area where the kids ate and not quite long after it w

“So this is going to be your office from now on Mr Xavier.” Alara pushes the glass doors revealing a large office. She has spent the last hour showing him around the company, his office was the last stop for the day. The mahogany table gave the room a certain kind of aura suitable for someone like Xavier. The Opaque glass of the office was exactly what he needed as no one could know what he was doing in his office. The imagination of bending over the woman that stood before him on his desk, her ass in the air, turned him on so bad he distracted himself by looking around.Xavier walks into the office looking around as if checking if it was to his taste. “This will do Miss Alara.” He flashes her one of his playboy smiles and Alara couldn’t help but grimace. Prostitute, she thought to herself but she wouldn’t dare say it out loud would she? As much as she would love to smack his advances off his head, she loved her job a bit too much to risk it.“That will be all for today Mr Xavier,

CHAPTER 4The last person Xavier expects to meet sitting in the office is the frowning woman he met at the elevator a few minutes ago. He barely hears a word his father says.Alara Bancroft, he tests the name in his mind as she takes his handshake with a stiff smile. Her hand is soft and warm in his. A perfect fit for when he pins them above her head.For one long, sinful moment, Xavier forgets himself, thereby forgetting where he’s at. His mind strays to places it shouldn’t, lingering too long on how good she would look pressed against the desk. The smokiness in those grey eyes pin him with a strict look that is all too familiar. Eyes that have featured in several of his twisted fantasies; one where she gazes up at him from a kneeling position, another where her thighs are wrapped tightly around his waist. Lips parted and eyes rolling, she would be calling his name in a tone far different from irritation.His father’s voice yanks him back to reality,same time when she pulls away wi

CHAPTER 3FIVE YEARS LATER…Alara raises her head high to look at the building which stretches endlessly into the sky. Tall, sleek glass bounce off the light of the early morning sun. She steps forward, gripping her handbag firmly as she finally moves, ascending the stairs and walking into the establishment. Her heels click against the polished marble, announcing her presence and demanding attention. Heads turn to obey, conversations become on hold and curious eyes trail her every move. She doesn’t spare anyone a single glance.Inside, the lobby hums with the usual Monday morning chaos. Employees rushing in to avoid a strike for late coming, phones ringing, the sharp click-clacks of keyboards—it is an image of a typical business place. That is until they spot her.Alara exudes confidence as she strides through the place like she owns it, grey eyes locked ahead and posture poised. She is a force of feminine power and grace. The elevator doors gleam ahead as if in wait for her arriv

CHAPTER 2It took forever but dawn finally came, knocking on the thick drapes that she’d refused to put up since last night. After shamelessly going at it, they finally left the house and Alara had her eyes open through it all.The door swung open suddenly and she jerked upright, relaxing when she saw it was only her best friend, Scarlet, breezing in like she owned the place.You couldn’t blame someone whose father always made it a point to tell her the world was her playground. Spoilt brat she was. One who wouldn’t hesitate to endure through whatever it was for Alara. The woman flicked her red hair as she walked toward the bed where Alara had herself cocooned under the sheets once more. A suggestive, teasing smile sat on her face and her blue eyes glinted with mischief.“Look who got screwed. Do you think sleeping in will—” she was taken aback when she heard the little strangled sobs that came from the wrapped heap on the bed. “Alara?”Feeling trapped, Alara tossed the covers back a

CHAPTER ONE.Alana rolled her neck this way and that, exhaling deeply as the muscles popped in response. It’d been three weeks since she left the house for a business trip and she was all too excited to come back to Charles.However, the atmosphere around the house was a gloomy one and she wondered why but when she thought of the surprise she had in store for her boyfriend, she pushed dark thoughts out of her head.Stepping out of the car, she dragged her suitcase out, as well as the bags of decorations she stopped to get at a supermarket.One of the mall attendants had assured her that scented candles were sure to bring back the spark of romance in the bedroom. Especially since things had gone a little sour between her and Charles. She hoped to surprise him with her arrival and maybe after a few rounds of makeup sex, things would bounce back to normal. That was why she reached for sandalwood, jasmine and vanilla, three scents that were known to be alluring. A few packets of red pet