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Lizzie's POV . I gasped softly as I realised what this would lead to. His unstoppable kisses are taking full advantage, ensuring I can no longer complain. And why would I do that? We both know what we're doing. We want this, I like this, and I can only surrender myself to him. "So beautiful, Lizzie." He holds me tightly, embarking on a hot and lustful kiss. It gives me so much pleasure and needs. I moaned softly, and on my tiptoe, I pressed my slender body against the length of his member. He swore behind my ear when I finally felt it. His lips claimed me again, and it went down my neckline like a hungry beast. I moaned and repeatedly called his name when his hands entirely found my peak and gently caressed it. My body arched, feeling his arousal pulsing with desire. I stopped and smiled while looking at him pleasurably sucking my breast. He noticed me and brought his lips back to my mouth. "Fuck," in his sexy voice, his fingers are doing their magic underneath me. "Oh, God, Z
Elizalde's POV . My fist slammed on the table, enough to release my frustration. Luckily, Lizzie was not around because Zia Melina took her to the market. I've been waiting for Don to call me back since yesterday, but he got held up with the people around him and just had the time now. I gritted my teeth as I stared at his appearance on the monitor. If only I could do something, but like him, we cannot control Lizzie's father regarding her stepmother's demands. What a load of crap! "At least it's not much, Zalde. The old man was pretty apologetic towards you. If only he could retrieve it from Kristoff. He did try, but Kristoff refused. Kristoff now holds a ten percent share of the Amantes Holdings." "Fuck," I swore bitterly, and my jaw clenched. The ugly truth of dealing with Lizzie's stepmother hits me now. I can't imagine what she's been through after all those years after her mother died. I don't know how Lizzie's father met her stepmother, but one thing is for sure, they w
Lizzie's POV . No news from home is good to me. It only meant one thing, everything was going excellent there with my father. I hope the business is doing well so that I can return to the same routine when I get back to the company. But before that, I still remember what Elizalde promised me. I won our game last time, and he needs to grant my wish. It was one wish, and breaking with him doesn't count. That's alright. I have no plans to let this marriage go, as I know. I will wait for whatever decision he has in mind for the future. I believe that things will go smoothly towards us. We are compatible in bed. There's no doubt about that. We still have the magic every time our skin touches. This is what I feel every time I am with him, and I like this type of feeling. Whenever he talked sweetly towards me, I tended to forget my hate and drama. He knows how to get me where I could say no, and I know to play his cards. So it's always the same. "Are you sure about that? I-I mean, you w
Elizalde's POV . The more time we spend together, the deeper the connection and feelings are established again. This is what I want anyway. I want to get Lizzie's heart. I want her to trust me like she used to. I want to hold her heart as she holds mine. I can give her the world where my heart belongs, and that's enough for me to go on. No questions asked. I don't want to discuss our past anymore. I don't want to bring it back. She seems like she doesn't want us to talk about it. And the best way to do this is to forget it. We are on our last honeymoon week and almost went around closer to my hometown. She had already witnessed my childhood and discovered many things about me and what I was like as a child. She also met most of my friends here that I grew up with. We even went to my first nursery and primary school. Some of my teachers were still there, and I introduced Lizzie to them as my wife. The food was excellent everywhere, and we had a good time together. We laughed, joked
Lizzie's POV . Looking at his handsome face this early, I couldn't help but smile. What he did last night was beautiful, and I can't help myself for that. He still remembers what I told him. That was a long time ago, and there were a lot of things that had happened to us. But last night was so beautiful not to treasure. The urge to touch his long pointy nose using my finger, I hesitate. I don't want to wake him up. Instead, I want to stare at him. Oh, God! What is happening to me? My goodness. I rolled over, away from him, and slowly I got up. I reach for my dressing gown hanging on the rack and put it on my naked body. I smiled as I went inside the toilet and fixed myself. Then, after five minutes, I went out and slowly opened the sliding glass door that led to our balcony. The sun is out and bright, and the weather looks promising today. I looked at the breathtaking view and shut my eyes. I will miss this place for sure. I stretched my arms and bent on both sides. The attic f
Elizalde's POV . This is going to be easy for me. She gets inside my cave without me inviting her—bloody beauty. After knowing her wish, I could no longer give her the thing that I wanted to give. It's Brandon's fault, oh well, partly. It's okay. We had fun anyway. She was drunk and totally out of control, and we made love inside the attic. I feel contented looking at her, talking to the people that know us around this little town. This is the last food and souvenir stop before we return home. The car was loaded with different things, and I'm sure we will have excess baggage for this. But Lessandro is coming with us, so that saves us from everything. Marianna gave Lizzie a beautiful necklace she made, and the two little girls gave the personalise bracelets they made for her. "She's so beautiful and kind. You're both lucky to have each other, Zalde. Send my regards to your mother, okay? I will pray for good health and long life for her." Marianna added and hugged me. She gives Liz
Lizzie's POV . Saying farewell to Zia Melina is proving to be quite difficult. We developed a close bond in just a few short weeks, and I gained valuable knowledge from her, particularly in cooking. Through her, I discovered more about Elizalde's food preferences and aversions; fortunately, he has no food allergies. "Elizalde, please take good care of this amazing woman. It would be difficult to find someone else quite like her," Zia Melina cautioned him with a serious look. I chuckled softly and gave her a final embrace. "I hope to see you again, Lizzie." "Me too, Zia. You should visit us too. Travel with me together with the kids," I said. She held my hand and sighed briefly. "I would love to take a vacation, but unfortunately, my current workload is quite heavy, and it's difficult to find the time to get away." "I know, Zia, don't worry, we will visit again," Elizalde smiled and hugged her. "Thank you for looking after everything here, Zia." We exchanged smiles and embraced
Lizzie's POV . "This is our primary bedroom," he said, looking around. I could only nod in admiration while looking at our luxurious bed. The spacious room was fully equipped with all the necessary amenities. On the right side were two doors - one leading to the bathroom and the other to our closet. Approaching the bed, I sat down on its edge and savoured the plush, comfortable sensation it provided. "What's in that door?" Curiosity piqued, I inquired about the contents of the door across the room. Elizalde approached the door and proceeded to open it. "It's a door connecting to the room's other side." I stood up and walked towards that direction. "Oh, I see?" "It's designed this way just in case you prefer not to share a bed with me," he explained. "That was my initial assumption - that you might not feel comfortable sleeping in the same bed with me." He closed the door that connected the rooms and turned to face me. A smile on his lips made my heart flutter. My brow rose, an
Lizzie . As time passes, everything falls into place for us. Spending time with Elizalde and our loved ones has been an absolute joy. It's a fact that things are constantly evolving and changing, but these changes work out in our favour. It's partially true that your life will turn into what you want in a good way. You must let go of the people who bring negativity to your life. You don't want them to ruin you. My father has settled his way back to where he wanted. He doesn't wants me to get worried about him. He wants to go around the globe and enjoy his retirement. I heard from Don that he is now in a property somewhere closer to home. I'm okay with it as long as he is happy. Elizalde and I settled really well here in Shepperton. Although the weather is cold in Winter, we tend to escape the frosty season and stay somewhere on the Gold Coast. We bought a small property not so close to the beach but within walking distance. Elizalde's mother was doing well after her chemotherapy.
Lizzie . I couldn't believe it. We are in Italy! "Come on, Lizzie. Don't give me that look, love." Elizalde chuckled and grabbed my hand. It's not that I don't like this. But I am thankful for the little changes. It was right at the immigration board that I realised that we were not boarding to Australia. We are going to Italy, spend a few weeks there and then move to Australia. I didn't sleep well all the way here as I couldn't believe it. The food was good inside the aircraft, but I crave the foods I miss. "Can we stop at the La El Merita?" I can't hide my excitement. It's a local restaurant closer to where Elizalde's place. I love every dish on their menus. "Sure, love. Let's get home first, and Rhys will grab and order it for us." "Okay." I nodded and waited patiently. Travelling from the city primary down to Sorrento shorts was pretty decent. But when we started walking up to Elizalde's house on an inclined surface, I felt the weight was on me. "This is not good for pr
Lizzie's POV . My brows furrowed, and my lips twisted in dismay after hearing Snow's interview. She was obviously jealous, but at least she didn't criticise us in front of the reporters. It was a forced smile like she was holding a grudge against me. The backlash of comments online about why we didn't invite Snow and her mother was harsh. But others understand the situation as it was a surprise. A lot of people noticed, too, that my father wasn't around with my Stepmother. It made me realise that their divorce wasn't publicly announced, and now the public is digging again like scavengers in our life. "Oh, God! When are they going to leave you in peace!" Emma flicked her hair behind her shoulder and shook a head. She made some cheesecake for me, which I love to eat at the moment. Now that Emma is here, the house smells good because of her baking expertise. Tomorrow night is our flight, and Elizalde is at his mother's place, fixing some stuff as his mother asked him to do somethi
Lizzie's POV . "Please look after my little furry baby for me, Emma." I squeezed my cat's face and kissed him. My life has turned into a full degree without my cat's knowledge. And bet unknown to my aging and aloof feline companion. I can almost hear him muttering whenever he casts a disdainful gaze. 'What the heck, Lizzie! Get over and get them, gurl!' The threatening look that could kill a bird but can't catch them. "You don't have to remind me that. Your cat will only come to me for a treat." She pouted, looking at the furry being beside her. Emma will be staying at our residence for the time being. This is what Elizalde and I had decided. No one will be looking after our place as we are going overseas. Don temporarily occupies Elizalde's penthouse, and Emma will stay in our house. It's good, anyway. This will save Emma money from renting. "Just keep everything tidy, and water all the plants around the garden." I pressed my lips together. "Okay. No problem. The gardener can
Elizalde's POV . "Please watch over your mother and little sibling inside Mommy's tummy, baby. I love you to the moon and back, sweetheart." A guttering pain pierced inside my chest is buried deep inside me. And no matter how hard I try to calm my senses, there's no way I can get it out of me. I gritted my teeth, trying to control the tears not to fall. Lizzie smiled slightly like an angel, and her eyes were shut while offering a small prayer. It hurts like hell. A type of feeling that covered the whole of me. I felt guilty, broken and useless at times like this. There's no point in talking to the Gods because I can never return what I have lost. "I wonder if we are having a boy or a girl?" Lizzie's eyes beamed with excitement. She's now facing me, and her lips pouted. "It doesn't matter what it is, love. A girl or a boy. I want it to resemble you." I tucked her hair back to her ear, and she giggled slightly. "Oh? But I want it to look like you. If it's a girl, then she will
Lizzie's POV . "This is not you, Lizzie, my dearie. I'm sorry if Snow and I have caused you a lot of trouble in the past. I know it's hard for you to believe me, but I love you as my daughter. What happened to your father and me was hard to explain. I-I love him, and I want to be with him. But -" "But Dad had enough of you," I cut her off. "I'm sorry, but I can no longer help you. You have to talk to Elizalde and not to me. I don't have the right for this. And if I do, I will not help you either. Just be thankful that Elizalde didn't put you behind bars. That would be more embarrassing to your friends." I avoided eye contact and walked away. She called my name repeatedly, but I had nothing to say to her anymore. Emma was smiling while waiting for me outside the car. Next to her is Elizalde's driver, Mr Kim, our chaperon for today. "Thank goodness you came back okay. I was about to get inside, you know." She sat down beside me as soon as I got inside the car. The car started. "D
Elizalde's POV . Meet me outside the garden, in front of the fountain. I have something to tell you. Wear your best smile, okay? Please don't ruin my mood, or you will get something else. Lizzie. . I slightly shook my head and chuckled a little bit. I folded the little paper she gave me earlier. I knew that it was a letter. But then, what really made me smile was the drawing that came with the message. It's a drawing of two hearts engraved on the sandy beach. There's a saying in the background that says: Love will keep us alive through eternity. The penmanship surrounding it was way back when she was only secondary, and I was at college. I was crazy with her at that time, in love and stupid. She was my world, and I couldn't live a single day without her. And even now, Lizzie is still my everything. I hurriedly walked towards the garden. That's where she wants to see me. She's probably waiting there for me. I was right. She's standing on her back while adoring the fountain's li
Elizalde's POV . I was taken aback when Emma messaged me, and for a brief moment, I felt as though my soul had left my body. Despite this, I immediately stepped down from the board of directors meeting. The safety and well-being of Lizzie are of the utmost importance to me, and I cannot forgive myself if anything were to happen to her. I was extremely concerned and anxious. "I'll discuss it with you tomorrow, Zalde." Don sighed in the line, and I gritted my teeth. "Thanks for that, man. See you soon. Bye." After concluding the call, I resumed driving. Lizzie remained silent by my side throughout the journey. I stole a glance at her and noticed her stillness. Her gaze was fixated on the road, mirroring my own. I will discuss this matter once we reach home. I held the car door open for her and silently led her to the kitchen. Once there, she started up the coffee machine with the intention of making a cup for me. I rested my body against the counter and held my arms together unde
Lizzie’s POV . “Thank you for coming, Lizzie. I didn’t expect you would show up.” Kristoff formally stood up and offered the chair to me. I sat down and smiled a little bit at him. “I’ve ordered your favourite drink.” As I gazed upon it, I realised it was no longer my preferred choice of drink. I motioned towards one of the staff members stationed nearby, and she promptly acknowledged my signal. “Can I have a fresh orange juice, please? Thank you.” The staff nodded and trailed off. Kristoff cleared his throat while looking at the drink he had ordered for me. “Sorry, Kristoff, I can no longer consume strong coffee blends. I am only permitted to have decaf, and I already had one cup this morning. I cannot handle another one.” He sighed and nodded a little. “That’s alright. I’m sorry. I forgot that you are pregnant. My bad,” he smiled, trying to act cool about it. But the truth? I know Kristoff is confused and guilty about what happened to us. He made several attempts to contact