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Lizzie's POV . His being on top, thrusting hard inside me, forgets me of where the world I'm in. It's like my body and mind are travelling to Jupiter, rotating more than the normal axis of the Earth. And every time his mouth came crashing, my knees wobbled, my body ignited, and my whole as a woman melted. I complete him. I am his world. He can't live without me in a million years. Is that the same as I love you to me? I think so. I want to believe that it's the same. "Fuck, Lizzie." He groaned as he swiftly pushed inside me, and I moaned in exquisite pleasure. There is no more contraceptive between us anymore. Not even a condom. Elizalde wants this, and I am more than okay with this. I don't want to think of what will happen next if I ever get pregnant. That's the least of the worries I have on my list. ... "It seems good to be a Mrs El Del Real, right?" I smirked at Snow's inappropriate gesture. As she said, it was like I was enjoying toying with Elizalde around, playing his
Elizalde's POV . With confidence and trust, Lizzie smiled at everyone around the conference room. I introduce her to them, not just as a wife but as a business partner. All the board members welcomed her. Lizzie's office will be located on the same level as mine within the building. I currently occupy the entirety of level fifty-one, which I consider my domain. As the owner, I have the privilege of making decisions as I see it. The area offers abundant space and numerous rooms, with Lizzie's office conveniently situated adjacent to mine. "I, uhm, like your space." She said and looked around. As I stand here, one of my hands is on my hip while the other rest comfortably in my pocket. It's hard not to be struck by how stunning she looks today, and that was the first thing I noticed this morning. "So, my office is just beside yours. You occupied this whole level?" "I prefer having you closer to me, my love. It allows me to keep an eye on you and vice versa," I jokingly remarked, but
Elizalde's POV . "What are you up to, Kristoff? Why suddenly get interested in the Amantes Minings?" I felt my jaw tense up as we locked eyes. I have no intention of being cordial with him, not now, not ever! If I can find a way to get rid of him, I will earnestly do it. "Is it necessary for me to have a specific purpose to be a part of this company?" He gave a sly smile, and our intense stare felt like sharp blades. "The Amantes need more money, and I was just lucky to get in while you were away," he smirked once more as he continued. I balled my hand into a fist, wishing he was closer to me so that I could grab him by the neck and punch him in the face. "Lizzie's stepmother told me everything about the deal. I respect you as the biggest holder of this company. You can rule, Elizalde. There's no doubt about that. I am nothing compared to your empire. So what are you scared of?" in his mischievous smile. I clenched my teeth, attempting to manage the frustration within me. "Are
Elizalde's POV . "Who? What? Who's newly hired?" My brows furrowed as soon as I heard her name. "Which one, Sir? There are half a dozen of them." "Repeat their names, Linda," I ordered. "Linsay, Cherry, Raquel, Emily, Lu --" "Emily, who?" I cut her off, and she paused. "Emily Smith, Sir. She's from New York, from OTM, our sister's company. She will fill in Sammy's job temporarily." I felt the tingling bell echoed my ears, and my heart started to beat out of its rhythm. Why all of a sudden? "Why did I never know this?" Before speaking, she appeared pale and blinked a few times. "I-I, uhm, I did send you all the names of the newly hired, Sir, while you were on holiday. You've signed them." "I see." I nodded and gestured for her to exit my office. After the door clicked shut, I took a deep breath and turned my attention back to the folder resting on my desk. I was preoccupied with other tasks and failed to thoroughly review the names of the recently hired and relocated indivi
Lizzie's POV . I FELT TENSE AND OVERWHELMED when I saw Kristoff among the board members. His solemn gaze met mine, and I felt a surge of hatred towards him. My mind felt cluttered and unfocused, adding to my discomfort. As my father continued to speak, I put on my best smile as he introduced me to the group. It was clear that everyone was pleased to see me for the first time. Although I used to attend meetings, I occasionally skipped them and relied on my father to handle things. However, I realize this was a mistake since I should have recognized that the company was declining. The meeting ended. It was only brief, and here I am back in my office. "The Architect has designed this space to your liking, and your husband has provided the amenities around the corner," he explained, gesturing towards the correct direction. Taking a deep breath, I pressed my lips together, grateful that Elizalde knew my preferences regarding stress relief at work. For example, it is helpful to do sm
Elizalde's POV . I couldn't take my eyes away from my wife. Her dress tonight is too much. It's too sexy, showing too much of her skin. As a result, she was the centre of attention, catching the gaze of every male in the room. Although my instinct urged me to shield her from their stares, I refrained from doing so, as I was aware of her dislike towards my protective tendencies. "You look so beautiful, darling Lizzie." As my mother arrived, warm greetings and embraces were shared. My dad gave me a quick hug and a reassuring pat while I greeted my mother with a tender kiss on her cheeks. "I must say, Mom, you look elegant and stunning," I complimented her, and she let out a soft chuckle. "Did you hear that, Lizzie? My son may seem sweet, but don't be fooled," joked Mom as they both shared a laugh. I shook my head and met my father's gaze. He gave me a knowing wink, indicating that we should give the two privacy to talk and welcome other guests. "Excuse me, my lovely." My father s
Elizalde's POV . Great! Now I am surrounded by my father's security team, and there's no other way out. I want my wife. Where the hell is she? What takes her so long to visit me? Don't tell me she's talking to that bastard again! Dammit. "There's no point in getting angry with little things, Elizalde. Look at what happened?" Don showed me the newspaper that he was holding. My jaw tightened as I looked at the front page. Bloody hell. They got a nice shot of Kristoff and me throwing punches at each other. Huh, really? Dammit. "The El Deal Real Prince little secret about his marriage." Don started reading it, and I rolled over to my left side, pretending I didn't hear him. I can't blame myself, and no one should blame me. It's normal for a husband to act that way. Simple. I don't have to explain myself. "I want my phone, Don. Give it to me." I stretched my hand towards him, and he stopped reading. Then, I heard his footstep, probably getting what I wanted. "Here you go." He hand
Lizzie's POV . "Woah, that was unexpected." My heart is still beating fast, and my hands are still shaking. The interview ended. It was only quick. They only allocate that minutes, especially for him. I couldn't keep my mouth together because I was still shocked. I looked back at my noodles, and it was waiting for me to devour them. Yeah, great! Another mess to add up in my love life. There was no secret anymore. The country knows about my love story. It's not even special! Elizalde explained the other side of me, protecting me from the bashers that called me a two-timer, a relationship wrecker of Elizalde and Emily, and many more. They love Snow. Of course, the people idolised her. A model and celebrity with much to offer in the industry. But every bitch and so plastic towards me. "I really love how your husband defends you, Lizzie. Can't you believe it? He's like a knight in shining armour with full gear. The sweetest man ever! Is Don the same? I heard he is a divorcee. Oh, we
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