ELOISE I didn't want this moment to end. it was like my body always wanted him. however a phone rang across the room.. "Ignore it" Luciano said with a deep voice.. I wasn't ready to put in mind that a phone ever rang but after about the tenth ring and my orgasm has almost reached the climax,a knock sounded on the door. With a splintering Greek curse on his lips, Luciano vaulted off the sofa and raked his hand through his hair in a gesture of fierce frustration. "‘Whatever you do, don’t move—and don’t start thinking" He said in a commanding tone and I almost nodded, laying half naked like a cheap slut on the sofa without giving a fuck. For several seconds I lay there obediently, I was still drowned by the flood of excitement he had released inside me. And then the low murmur of voices from the door at the other end of the room, Hauling my clothing back into place with clumsy hands, I sat up and scrambled upright. I was shaking like a leaf inside and out. How could I ha
LUCIANO I was angrier than I had been in a very long time as I watched her leave. I had always appreciated the fact that ELOISE didn’t play female games with me. What she said she always meant; what she promised had always been delivered. More than anything, I hated pretence. That she should deny me when I could feel her hunger in every fibre of me annoyed me. Another knock appeared on the door and this time, I was ready to deal with whomever it was. James appeared with a smiled " I see you are not in a very bright mood. Eloise isn't either and I wonder if. Should get married so I could share my mood with my wife ""Then She'd be grumpy and frowning every single time" "Exactly what I thought of Eloise when you guys got married. I guess I wasn't wrong""Go away James. I've got no time to chitchat with you" I pushed him off the door and was about to jam it close when he swinged a brown envelope inside. I raised a brow " what's this ?"" Not a love letter" he said. James kne
ELOISE.The housekeeper, a trim middle-aged woman, was waiting for me at the foot of the magnificent staircase. I felt as though she had gone ten rounds with a boxer and had staggered up after being knocked out cold. Luciano would not have hesitated to take me on the sofa, and I would never have recovered from letting myself down like that..Glancing up as I climbed the stairs, I focussed on the huge oil painting of a woman on the wall above. It stirred a vague tense feeling of jealousy."Who’s that?" I asked immediately my eyes clicker with her beautiful painted pairs of green eyes. "The late Mrs Greco, madam"A stunningly beautiful blonde hair woman, wearing a magnificent blue evening gown and looking everlastingly hot . Mrs Greco Late? As in…dead? Luciano was a widower? Having denied that he was either married or divorced, what else could he be? My face became tight and pale, "When did she die?""Five years ago. Around middle of the year. She died in a terrible way and Mr.
Luciano. "How very considerate of you" I breathed with scarcely leashed impatience, forcing my attention to a level above her head while I questioned the juvenile fascination he had with her skinny little body. It was dark and I was drunk so I couldn't really recall. "Eloise, I should not need to state that I fully intend to be a father to my own children That is a duty I will not take lightly." "I'm not sure I want my children to look up to you as a role model" Eloise finally voiced and the serious gaze she said that with meant she wasn't joking a bit. " Eloise, why are you doing this? I Thought we were good. Did I do something wrong or say something to hurt you?" Eloise practically avoided my gaze and focused on a book in the shelf. "Doing what? What exactly am I doing?" I rolled my eyes. I hated when people won't come clean with their emotions. " If your uncomfortable about what happened earlier...". Eloise quickly took words out of my mouth " what's there to be uncomfo
ELOISE For the past two weeks after I found my way out of Luciano's vacation home, I noticed a car stalking me every single time ..It usually waits outside for me during work and once I was done for the day, he drives behind me. At first I thought it was just a coincidence …but coincidences don’t happen every single day for two damn weeks straight. My gut told me something was off, but I’d managed to convince myself it wasn’t worth panicking over. After all, what kind of stalker uses the same car and parks in plain sight? Either they were incompetent or trying to mess with my head. Tonight, though, I’d had enough. The car had been tailing me since I left the museum and as I turned onto a quieter street, it picked up speed. The soft hum of its engine grew louder until it was impossible to ignore. My heart thumped wildly in my chest, and I gripped the steering wheel tighter, pretending I wasn’t rattled.Just keep driving. Don’t stop. Don’t engage. I assured myself, regretting why I
ELOISEI got in the car. I told myself that this atleast would be the last favor I'd grant him and since he already apologized. "Where are we heading to?" I asked after about thirty-minutes of the ride. "We are almost here" Damon said Few minutes later, we stopped in front of a house that was well enough familiar for me. "What's this Damon?" I asked with rage burning down my heart. "I haven't sold it yet. I couldn't sell it because we built this very house together. You remembered how you wanted a vacation home very close to your father's museum but a little far from home so you could stroll down this street side by side with me to the museum to watch the paintings ""Doesn't this sound stupid to you Damon? Why are you trying to remind me of how foolish I was?" I countered back with a response he never expected. He alighted from the car and opened the passengers sit for me to alright. And I did . "I haven't changed the passcode yet. I'm not sure if you remembered. ""I sure
ELOISE"But I would have thought of another way, I'm sorry Eloise. Atleast I owe you the Truth"I walked toward the dinning room, determined to put as much distance between us as I could. "I need to go home now please" "I will give you time to think. That's the right thing"."This isn't going to change any shit! I'm married now and you should move on" “I know about the contract, Eloise.”My heart skipped a beat, and I slowly turned to face him. “What are you talking about?”He leaned against the wall with a kin smile . “The one-year marriage contract with Luciano. You don’t need to lie. I know everything.”A mix of shock and fury surged through me. “How do you even know about that?” I demanded, stepping toward him. “Have you been spying on me?”Damon shrugged, his calm demeanor annoying “Let’s just say I have my ways. And for what it’s worth, I think it’s pathetic.”“Excuse me?” I hissed, my hands clenching into fists. “You don’t get to judge me, Damon. Not after everything you’ve
LUCIANO.I sat on the edge of the couch, my phone clutched so tightly in my hand that my knuckles ached. It had been hours—hours—since Eloise headed home , and she wasn't back yet . This past few days has been hostile between the both of us but I seriously wasn't expecting her to decline my offer to driver her home. The triplets were scattered around me, their small voices filling the empty air, but none of their words could drown out the anxiety eating at me. It wasn't safe out there. Especially for her. "Daddy, when’s mommy coming home?" Nicole asked, his small brow furrowed as he tugged at the sleeve of my shirt. His voice was the soft, sweet sound of a child’s curiosity, but I could hear the worry there, too. . "I’m not sure, buddy," I said, forcing a smile, though it felt like it cracked when it reached my lips. "She’s probably just stuck in traffic. You know how that goes."But I didn’t believe it. Eloise always checked in. Always. She'd text me that she's stuck or she'd be
LUCIANO“Breaking news this morning,” the anchor began, her tone perfect “A video has surfaced showing Damon , the CEO of GED . Today, exactly five years ago, the grand inauguration of GED, the largest construction company in Italy took an unexpected turn when a dramatic altercation unfolded before cameras. What should have been a celebration of corporate achievement became a scandal that has left the media abuzz.As the ceremony began in GED’s grand event hall, an uninvited woman pushed her way through security, claiming to be the CEO’s wife. Witnesses say the woman, later identified as Eloise Huxley, was visibly distraught and holding what appeared to be important documents. Her arrival caused a stir among the distinguished guests, all of whom were gathered to honor the new ownership of the company.However, what happened next shocked everyone. The CEO, Mr. Damon publicly denied any connection to her, addressing her as his ex-wife and accusing her of clinging to an ‘illusion.’ In a
LucianoI spent the rest of the night staring out at the rain-drenched cityscape from my penthouse. The lights of Portland blurred behind the steady downpour, but I wasn’t seeing any of it. My mind was locked on Eloise, on the tubes and machines keeping her alive, on the bruises Alex said covered her delicate skin. I poured myself another glass of bourbon, the amber liquid burning my throat as it went down. Damon had always been a thorn in my side, a constant shadow that refused to disappear. When I came into Eloise’s life, she had just begun piecing herself back together after her divorce from him. She never spoke of him often, but I didn’t need her to spell it out for me. The way her shoulders tensed at the mention of his name said enough. He’d broken her, stripped her of her confidence, and left scars no one could see. And now, the man who had torn her apart once was keeping me from her. He was controlling access to her hospital room, spinning the narrative to make it look like
LUCIANO "she's going to be fine. I assure you. Eloise can't die easily" "That’s just one theory.” Alex took a drag “The police and insurance companies are looking into it. I had the highway shut down. they said The vehicles never hit each other, at least that’s what they think. Eloise's Benz ended up off one side of the road, then semi further down the hill on the opposite side. both ended up smashed into trees, but you know what I think? It wasn't an accident. The truck driver sacrificed himself. ”“Damn,” I muttered underbreath. “Poor bastard.Alex snorted his agreement. “There’ve been detectives all over the place, asking everyone questions, waiting for Eloise to wake up and tell her side of the story.” He scowled darkly at the waters lapping in the bay.“She could be charged with negligent homicide, I suppose, if... She does pull through and wakes —”“If, Alex? If? She’s the strongest, most determined woman I know. She’ll make it. For Christ sakes, don’t put her in the grav
ELOISE.“Will Mom remember me?” an impertinent girl’s voice demanded, and I strained to open my eyes. The pain had reduced probably due to some kind of medication, but I couldn’t move my mouth still. My tongue felt thick and tasted awful, my eyelids were too heavy to open and I had no sense of my sorrounding. The only thing I knew knew was that I'd floated in and out of this state of semiconsciousness with my mind a jumbled blur. However, I wanted to see my daughter. I fought to lift a lid but couldn’t.“Of course your mother will remember you,” a woman said softly, her sharp, staccato footsteps snapping loudly as she approached the bed, the soft chink of jewelry accompanying the scent of that same elusive perfume. It was probably my mother in-law. her cologne was familiar. “Don’t worry.”“But she looks terrible.” The girl said again—my daughter. “I thought she’d be better by now.”“She is, but it just takes time, Giana. We’re all going to have to be patient. Do you want
ELOISEI could neither see nor move. I couldn't even speak nor make body gestures. My eyes felt impossible to open like it was glued together with something that is now burning my eyes from the inside. "Eloise?" Someone touched my hands with their warm fingers. "Can you hear me Eloise?" the voice was feminine and kind. It sounded like it was an echo from a very far empty distance. "You've got to get up already Ma'm" she said and I couldn't feel her fingers on me anymore. "Your husband is here to see you" that sounded wrong I have a husband? I tried to picture his face in my head but it was blank. What the hell happened to me?"I'm sorry but she's still not responding yet.. She probably might not survive this" the female voice sighed. I felt like screaming at her , like telling her I was awake, healthy probably, and Alive! But my mouth wasn't helping. It just won't open for the voice to escape ."Three months in the hospital for heavens sake and she still won't wake up? Everyone
LUCIANOI quickly untied the apron around my waist and headed to the sitting room. "How many I help you" I barely spoke out loud. My heart slammed against my ribcage. my grip tightening on the phone until my knuckles turned white. The kids were watching me with wide, innocent eyes, their earlier laughter replaced by curiosity and unease. "Her car is in a very bad shape" the man said from the other end “Is she okay?” I managed to ask, my voice low but tight. My free hand curled into a fist at my side, every nerve in my body bracing up. “There’s been an accident,” the officer said, his tone still too calm, too clinical. “She’s been taken to St. Mary’s Hospital.”For a moment, the words didn’t fully register. An accident? Eloise? It felt like my brain short-circuited, refusing to comprehend what I’d just heard. "Is she—" My voice broke, and I cleared my throat, forcing the words out. "Is she... alive?"“She’s stable,” Officer Harris said quickly, though the weight in his voice se
LUCIANO.I sat on the edge of the couch, my phone clutched so tightly in my hand that my knuckles ached. It had been hours—hours—since Eloise headed home , and she wasn't back yet . This past few days has been hostile between the both of us but I seriously wasn't expecting her to decline my offer to driver her home. The triplets were scattered around me, their small voices filling the empty air, but none of their words could drown out the anxiety eating at me. It wasn't safe out there. Especially for her. "Daddy, when’s mommy coming home?" Nicole asked, his small brow furrowed as he tugged at the sleeve of my shirt. His voice was the soft, sweet sound of a child’s curiosity, but I could hear the worry there, too. . "I’m not sure, buddy," I said, forcing a smile, though it felt like it cracked when it reached my lips. "She’s probably just stuck in traffic. You know how that goes."But I didn’t believe it. Eloise always checked in. Always. She'd text me that she's stuck or she'd be
ELOISE"But I would have thought of another way, I'm sorry Eloise. Atleast I owe you the Truth"I walked toward the dinning room, determined to put as much distance between us as I could. "I need to go home now please" "I will give you time to think. That's the right thing"."This isn't going to change any shit! I'm married now and you should move on" “I know about the contract, Eloise.”My heart skipped a beat, and I slowly turned to face him. “What are you talking about?”He leaned against the wall with a kin smile . “The one-year marriage contract with Luciano. You don’t need to lie. I know everything.”A mix of shock and fury surged through me. “How do you even know about that?” I demanded, stepping toward him. “Have you been spying on me?”Damon shrugged, his calm demeanor annoying “Let’s just say I have my ways. And for what it’s worth, I think it’s pathetic.”“Excuse me?” I hissed, my hands clenching into fists. “You don’t get to judge me, Damon. Not after everything you’ve
ELOISEI got in the car. I told myself that this atleast would be the last favor I'd grant him and since he already apologized. "Where are we heading to?" I asked after about thirty-minutes of the ride. "We are almost here" Damon said Few minutes later, we stopped in front of a house that was well enough familiar for me. "What's this Damon?" I asked with rage burning down my heart. "I haven't sold it yet. I couldn't sell it because we built this very house together. You remembered how you wanted a vacation home very close to your father's museum but a little far from home so you could stroll down this street side by side with me to the museum to watch the paintings ""Doesn't this sound stupid to you Damon? Why are you trying to remind me of how foolish I was?" I countered back with a response he never expected. He alighted from the car and opened the passengers sit for me to alright. And I did . "I haven't changed the passcode yet. I'm not sure if you remembered. ""I sure