August stares at the ring in the palm of his hand. It was time for him to stop living in the fantasy world where things go perfectly well. His father did not become the businessman he is today by being naive.
So he'll push forward with this marriage, even if he had to kill his emotions.He gets up and starts walking towards the window overlooking the courtyard. Emily's father and step-brother must have just arrived. "Showtime, I guess." He mumbles sadly. Turning to leave, he spots something sitting at the edge of his window.A dragonfly.Holding back his emotions, he turns and walks out to meet his new family.***************"Eldred Dereon, you cannot begin to understand how much this union of our families means to us." Giovanni Russo's booming voice announced while raising his glass in a toast. Eldred Dereon looks on with a malicious smile and raises his glass in agreement. This marriage will give him contaTwo Weeks LaterElizabeth wakes up to the ringing of a phone. Groaning, she turns over and grabs her cell. "Hello?" This had better be a good reason to wake her up at 4 am on a Sunday"Lizzy, I miss you so much..." she jumps up atthe sound of Emily's voice. "Em?!" she responds, choking back tears. "Yeah, it's me! There's so much I want to tell you, but Eldred Dereon is watching my calls like a hawk and is having me followed. Please just know that I love and miss you and Liza so much and I am so, so sorry." and with that, she hangs up.She sits staring at her phone, bewildered. August's father is having Emily followed? What is wrong with that family? As she settles back into bed, the past 2 weeks becominga blur. She missed Emily. she missed the girls' infectious laugh and ditzy personality.But she missed August even more.She hadn't heard from him at all, he had completely thrown her away after confessing his love to he
She arrives at the scene of her life's work going up in flames. Her work was all back up, but that wasn't the cause of her heart break.Libellule was hers. She built it from the ground up, and now someone had burnt it to the ground. Walking toward the building in a daze, suddenly she gets grabbed by someone and pulled back."Ma'am, you can't go in there!" It was a police officer and he was looking at her like she was crazy. "This is my building." She replies flatly, pulling her arm back. He looks surprised and clears his throat, " If that's the case, Ma'am, I'll need you to come down to the station with me. "Of course, formalities. It wasn't like her life was going up in flames or anything.First she lost Emily. Then August. Now her building.She wasn't sure what she did to deserve all the bad luck coming her way lately. She nods at the officer and tells him she'll be down at the station shortly then heads to her car.As she gets in, she ca
After making the necessary arrangements with Liza and informing the police that she would be going overseas for a while, Elizabeth books a plane ticket to Paris.She sits at the edge of her bed and thinks. Since she's seen August earlier, she hasn't really had time to think about everything that has happened. Her building burnt down, and somehow she knows Eldred Dereon was responsible for it. But why would he attack her? What reason could he possibly have? She barely even had time to mourn her loss, when August sprung going to Paris on her.Would leaving be a wise choice?She falls back onto her bed and finds herself thinking about her mother again. Strange. She picks up her phone and scrolls down to her mother's contact. Staring at her phone, she contemplates dialing the number. She may not be on speaking terms with her mother, buy that doesn't mean she doesn't love or care for her, unlike her mother. She decides to dial and waits for her her to ans
Arriving at their destination, Emily and August step out of the Mercedes-Benz as a picture of sophistication. They were Dereons after all, and needed to keep up with appearances. The drive to the restaurant was a silent one, neither one daring to speak out of fear.As soon as they step out, Emily breaks the silence. "Is she safe?" August holds out his arm for her to take and they walk into the building. "I told her to book a flight to Paris and stay at Hotel Judour. I also explained to her that it's not safe to be here right now. " August responds. Emily nods and the maitre d shows them to their private table as soon as they enter, then Emily asks to swop tables with a private booth. August frowns but follows her. As soon as they're seated, Emily explains the switch. "Father would have been listening in and have bugs planted at our reserved table. This is just a precaution." August nods and is quite impressed by Emily's move, he didn't even think about that. Suddenl
Emily steps out of the Maybach. She turns towards the big sprawling mansion and feels the bile rise at the back of her throat. What made her decide to do this? That was easy.Eldred Dereon and Giovanni Russo.Regaining her composure, she walks to the front door, rings the buzzer, and waits.The front door opens and a burly man gestures for her to come inside. "Mr. Marino will be with you shortly. Please, come in." He speaks in rapid Sicilian. Emily feels thankful to Tony for forcing her to learn the language. "Thank you," she responds back. And walks towards the lounge area. She proceeds to walk around to kill time. If it wasn't for her father in law, she wouldn't need to go this far. Tony will disown her completely after this, she thinks to herself.Just then a well-dressed man, about her Papas age, walks out to greet her. She walks towards him, arm outstretched to shake his hand. He gives a hearty laugh and wraps her in a bear hug. "My Emmy, how I've miss
Elizabeth walks the streets of Paris in high spirits. Her long honey-colored hair blowing in the wind as she looks around the city in wonder. This will be her new home, she already decided that. She just needed to find the perfect spot to open her new fashion house. She's already called real estate companies and set up appointments to view some vacant buildings.It was an hour before her next viewing when she decided to pop into a cafe for some coffee. She places her order in fluent French and seats herself. Just as she was about to put her bag on the table, her phone rings. Looking at the caller ID, she sighs at the unknown number, but answers anyway."Hello, Elizabeth White speaking," she answers curtly and business-like. "Dragonfly. " came the sweet voice of August and her heart melts all over again. "August!" She answers in an excited tone, August chuckles and says, "I'll be seeing you next week, Dragonfly. Was your flight okay?" She smiles at his words, stil
August smiles while looking at his phone. He gave Elizabeth some hope for the two of them, and that's all that matters. He walks into Dereon Industries with a renewed faith that things will start looking up. He greets the ladies at the reception desk with a bit more gusto than usual, "Good morning ladies, hope you're ready for the day?" he says and flashes his well-known playboy smile, both of them blushing as he greets them. "Good morning, Mr. Dereon!" they respond eagerly. He smiles again, nods, and turns around to the elevator, and heads to his office on the top floor, listening to the giggles behind him,"Mr. Dereon is so hot!""He seems to different today!"August chuckles in response. Did he really seem like such a cold man? He continues to greet and make conversation with his staff members, most of them surprised at his good mood. As he reaches his office, he gets a phone call on his cell. Reaching for it, he checks the caller ID.It wa
Emily looks up at the mansion she grew up in and feels a pit in her stomach.She hated coming back here. She thought her marriage to August Deron would set her free of her father, but it seems like she was stuck with him. As she walks up to the large front door, she remembers her last day here, she swore never to return. Now, look at her, back with a vengeance.Walking into the living room, she looks around the place and feels sick. She despised this place, but she needs to do what needs to be done, she needs to do what her Mama couldn't.She walks to her father's study,knocks, and mentally prepares herself. She knew he would be home as it was Tuesday, his so-called off day."Come!" his voice booms and she flinches. He still had that effect on her, no matter how prepared she thought she was, he could still break through her bravado. With a trembling hand, she opens the study door. Giovanni Russo looks up from his laptop and makes eye contact with
Elizabeth rummages through her storage. Damon had run off in this direction with her bag and she could not find her wallet anywhere. Today was the opening of Libellule School of Design and she would be late at this rate. Sighing in exasperation, she vows never to have any more kids. As she bends down to look behind one of Damon's old strollers, she spots a box hidden in the far end of the shelf. She frowns and reaches in further until she could touch the box and pulls it out. It was about the size of a normal shoe box and looked oddly familiar. She took the top off and sighed, it was a photo album. Her mother used to old fashioned back in the day before greed took over. As she paged through the album, she becomes misty eyed at the happy memories she had when Blair was still alive.But as she neared the end, she recognized an envelope that she put there a long time ago; a letter left to her by her parents in their will. She had completely forgotten about the letter; he
Elizabeth waves at Damon as he walked into daycare, his blonde curls bobbing up and down as he runs towards his teacher. At three years old he was already starting to look like his father, he even inherited August’s heterochromia but he had the temperament of his mother, loving and kind.Just as she was about to turn around, she sees Damon turn around and wave to her one last time, “Bye, mama! Wuv you!” he shouts and gives her a big smile, her heart absolutely bursting with love. He then runs inside, feeling satisfied with his message.She gets inside her Maybach and drives towards Blair Industries.Life being married to August was everything she could ever hope for. Damon was growing every day. Both their companies were doing exceptionally well and they were more in love than ever. She kept on waiting for her world to come crashing down, but it never came.Maybe true happiness does exist, she thinks to
Emily watches from the vantage point of her bulletproof bedroom windows.Antonio was hoisting Amy into his Emperor, of course, he came with that ridiculous car to do a rescue. She sees them getting away despite the gunfire and sighs sadly, knowing Antonio would plan revenge after he sees the extent of Amy’s injuries she had Vito inflict over the past 3 days.She touched his woman, his property. He will be out for blood.She turns away from the window and walks out into the hallway. Piero had already called a cleanup crew to dispose of the Russo filth on Marino territory. “Famiglia!” she calls, and all her soldiers had their attention on her, “Tomorrow we wage war on Russo ground. They trespassed on our territory for the last time. We need to make an example of them.” she hollers, with heated grunts and shouts coming from her men.It always amazed her at the power she had over these men and h
Emily tells her enforcer, Vito, to leave Amy to stew in her own thoughts for the night. They would continue with the torture in the morning. The evening would give her plenty of time to reconsider her predicament and tell them where Antonio was hiding out.She couldn’t help but think her brother a coward. He left the woman he supposedly loved in order to keep himself safe. Giovanni would turn in his grave if he knew the man he trained to be the next Boss was in fact a coward and not worthy of the Omerta.Smiling a silent victory, she slips into her nightgown and retires for the evening.***Days pass with no word from her brother or his family.Vito had exhausted all his t
* August and Elizabeth's story will continue soon.*Emily stares at her reflection in the mirror.A face she did not recognize anymore because of the extensive plastic surgery she had to endure after the blast to their limo 2 years ago. Just as she was made Boss before killing Giovanni Russo, her territory had been invaded and they betrayed her. Luckily, she reclaimed her throne before the vultures descended. She took down so many of Russo’s men that she lost count. In Sicily, they nicknamed her Strega Rossa because of her red hair and penchant for killing with blades. She definitely was not Antonio’s pufetta anymore.She puts on her corset and has her ancella lace her up tightly. She only fought in corsets, the pain meant no
Elizabeth stares at Damon through the glass of his incubator with a worried frown etched on her face.After they found him screaming in a bassinet in one of the hospital hallways, her doctor had run all the necessary tests on him to see if they hurt him. There was nothing physically wrong with him, however, he endured tremendous stress during his abduction. He wa
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August looks down at his bloodied fist.He had to take his anger out on something after seeing Madison walk out of the hospital with his newborn son. Staring at the wall, he watches his blood drip down the paint and proceeds to punch it over and over again.
Hi, there readers! I am so sorry for the delay in updates to the story. The last week of December has been so hectic for me, but that’s no excuse. I will be writing full time from the end of January, so be prepared for daily updates! Thank you so much for reading my novel and supporting me, you have no idea how much I appreciate your feedback and support!Love always, J.Tarr x