Luciano. Even with my uncertainty, I couldn't ask. I was really scared that I probably abandoned her after her divorce to raise three kids alone and now I shamefully married her without my apology or even trying to make things right. The triplets probably knew their father from the first day of meeting but a foolish one t me couldn't recognize my kids. " What's going on in your mind? Alex is offering to dress your wound. "I looked up at the tiny scratches at my knuckles. I didn't even realize I had any injury on me. "No, thank you for your concern . I'm good" I responded sharply. What would people think if they got a glimpse of me being wound dressed by a guy. Was he going to blow on it too? The thought of it gives me cold goosebumps already. " I think you should Luciano. He wants to chat with you and I will go pick up the kids from school"" I can pick up our kids myself. " I said sharply.Eloise’s brows furrowed deeply. "Our kids?" she echoed, her tone carrying a mix of su
Eloise"You are joking right? About Luciano being your brother and all that. How the hell did you know him?"I watched as Luciano walked out on us. He was visibly pissed at the sight of Laura.."Eloise, I can't believe that everything happening around you and with you, I now get to hear it from the press. How much more are you keeping away from me? I won't even be surprised if you say your relationship with him Is all fake. We are not close anymore""You are right, he's my contracted husband but I'm really glad I have Luciano by my side. I'm sorry for distancing myself from you. Of all people, you should know that I'm going through a though one now ""Whatever. ""Auntie you are back?" Kiara said with so much excitement as she lapped her little self around Laura's legs."Oh my goodness. You remembered me? " Kiara nodded . " Well your mommy's only sister is here to take care of my little munchkins. "She crouched down to her height and whispered something to her ear. Kiara jumped up in
Eloise 'Luciano Greco who married shipping heiress Kathrine at the age of twenty, may have a new secret family' I read the headline of the newspaper for the first time. I always get my news from social media but today, I accidentally picked up a newspaper and I swear that was my biggest regret. He was married? Luciano was a married man? He had a wife? He had had a wife when he’d slept with me? He cheated on his wife with me at the party? When he’d got me pregnant with the Triplets? Devastated by that new knowledge, I collapsed down on the bed. I pushed the newspaper away from me in anguish and disgust. Tears lashed my eyes. I am just a total clown! No wonder Luciano had such a thing about publicity and discretion. I had fallen in love with another woman’s husband. Now he was offering to come to my rescue, no doubt determined to swiftly spirit me away from any contact with the press. Would I allow him to do that? To me? I drew in a quivering breath. "What a louse I
ELOISELuciano smacked his lips " this won’t cut it"‘Evading the question won’t win you any points with me either,’ I said, squaring up to him and equally set on confrontation. ‘You know very well that you didn’t tell me that you were married, and that’s inexcusable—’"I’m not married," Luciano cut in.,"‘You’re divorced?""’ Involuntarily I hesitated as she made that assumption. Some of my anger dissipated, while curiosity set in. "But you must still have been married when you came over to uhmm before we had a night stand " I furrowed my brows and asked. "No" he stopped. I waited for him to add some form of explanation, but that one bald word seemed to be all that was coming my way. ‘I don’t think I can believe you…’Luciano shrugged a broad shoulder."‘I have a right to know—" I raised a brow and said. "No, You don’t have a right to know anything about my marriage," Luciano blistered I suddenly went very pale.I thought maybe.. he loved me. Or was that pity? All this while
ELOISEIt doesn't seem like Luciano gives an inch..he breathed with icy restraint. ‘Whose fault is that? You formed the grossest lies to make sure the story was a bestseller "I felt something snap inside her. My angry despair at his refusal to believe my claims rose to such a choking peak of emotion to the point that I couldn’t trust myself to speak again. Instead I shifted my hands in a clumsy gesture of dismissal."Eloise..." Ignoring him, I turned on her heel to walk towards the door."What are you doing?" " What does it look like to you Luciano? I’m leaving.""Where do you think you’re going to go? " He demanded with rampant incredulity.I opened the entrance door to which I came in from. " Back where I came from!" He scoffed " Without my staffs driving and flying you out, you might not be able to leave this place you are not going anywhere"" This is exactly why I have a friend like Alex. You might think you are rich and mighty but that dude is from old money, genera
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 wa
ELOISE"He is really cute so I asked him to be my boyfriend "" You chose him just because he's cute?" " Yes mommy, isn't that why you married Daddy?""Well..." I paused, she really caught off guard, "that was part of the reason."My little girl giggled, swinging her leg happily, as she talked to Nicole "See! Then it's okay if I pick someone cute too."I raised an eyebrow, trying not to smile. "Sweetheart, being cute is nice, but what really matters is how someone treats you. Does he make you laugh? Is he kind to you?"Giana nodded seriously. "He gave me the red crayon when he saw I wanted it. And he shared his pudding at lunch.""Wow," I said with a mock gasp, leaning in. "Sharing pudding? That’s true love right there."The little girl beamed. "I know, right? We're getting married at recess tomorrow."Her mom burst out laughing. "Well, I better start planning the wedding, huh?""Yes, but no kissing. That’s gross.""Deal," I said, ruffling her hair, and still grinning at how quickly
ELOISEI crossed my arms, my voice sharper than I intended. “I don’t like how I feel about this. When did you two… start, uh—dating? Or fucking?”Laura’s scoff was instant, her eyes narrowing. “Wow. So what? You think Alex can’t love me? Or that he’s too good for me?” Her voice cracked on the last word, a waver betraying how close she was to crying.She blinked rapidly , her lips trembling. I wasn’t angry, I was just confused. I never imagined them together. Alex, who once rolled his eyes at everything Laura said. Laura, who used to call him a “walking red flag.” Now here they were, all soft smiles and intertwined fingers like a cheesy rom-com come to life.Alex wrapped an arm around her, pulling her into his chest. She let him. I let out a humorless laugh, biting the inside of my cheek.“Eloise,” he said gently, like someone trying to reason with a feral cat. “We’re adults. This isn’t something you need to freak out about. She’s your friend.”“And so are you, Alex!” I snapped. “Don’t
LUCIANOWith a rare smile on his wide, passionate mouth, and a laden gift box clutched below one powerful arm, I stepped into the lift in Eloise's apartment block. Although I hated surprises, but I knew that she loved them, and I couldn’t wait to see her face when she realised that he was back italy thirty-six hours sooner than he had said. Trust me I worked impossibly long hours to manage that feat.During the few days I spent abroad, I had spent an entire evening shopping and gosh! I hated shopping.Honestly, I had enjoyed the toy stores, though, I wasn't sure I would get almost seven years kids. The shop attendant suggested LEGO or magna tiles. I also added monopoly Scrabbles . I got colouring sets and drawing paper for Kiara, that's what she loved and for Nicole, I got PS5..I know Eloise is going to shout at me for that but... What kind I do? I've got to please the little boy. I just got a laptop for Gianna, that girl should be a detective. I conceded, wishing that El
LUCIANOI watched as Eloise stood up and walked towards the window, biting her trembling lips. "What did my father ever do to deserve that? He was a nice man. He gave out scholarship and gave most of his property to charity. Why... Just why exactly would someone want to kill him?""Hey.. hey Eloise. Look it's not certain yet but your father would be pleased if his killers are punished. And I promise you I would do everything within my means to make that happen "Eloise turned back to face me, her eyes glistening with unshed tears, the weight of everything crashing down on her at once. I could see the fury beginning to brew behind her sorrow, and for the first time, I was afraid of what might happen next.“I don’t know who to trust anymore,” she whispered, her voice breaking. I moved to stand beside her, but she held up a hand, stopping me. "You can't fix this. Not this time. Not even you."Her words stung like a slap, but I couldn't deny the truth in them. My heart ached as I watch
LUCIANOThe sheets were still warm when she left the bed, her scent clinging to them tightly. I kept my eyes shut and listened.The creak of the bathroom door. The soft rush of water. The drawers opening. Closing.Then silence.I heard her padding toward the stairs, Lightly on her feet, like she didn’t want to wake me. Or maybe she just didn’t want to face me.That stung more than I’d admit.When the front door clicked open, which no doubt was her yoga instructor, I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. My hand moved to the side of the bed she’d vacated, and I grazed the pillow where her head had rested. Still warm.I pushed the covers off and sat up. My bare feet hit the cold marble, grounding me. I rubbed a hand over my face. I hadn’t slept well, not since I handed the evidence to the police and watched Josh's face flash on national news, wanted for possession, manipulation, attempted murder. And defamation. Atleast I had kept my part of our contract deal which was to
ELOISEThe first thing I did when I opened my eyes on Sunday morning was to check if Luciano was home.And yeah, he was there, beside me. Asleep on the far end of our king sized custom made bed. I gazed across him for a moment, remembering how on the early days of our relationship. Right before my accident, I'd loved watching him sleep. He's late for church today or maybe he was still tired after victoriously following his plan that he didn't let me know of and handed an evidence to the police about Josh. Evidence worthy of his arrest with a warrant. Apparently my employees he has tried to bride and the very one that was asked to put those drugs on the artwork while he recorded confessed. Luciano made them to. It's just surprising how hard he's been becoming from tim to Time. I hurried Into the bathroom and put in my yoga clothes. My private instructor is arriving soon and after two hours of uplifting yoga, I planned to spend the rest of the day rehearsing my speech at the press
ELOISE" Why wouldn't I meet him? What I'm being paid is barely enough to cover the hospital bills of my mother and take care of my family. Besides, the task is very simple. I just need to say that your father seemed little different whenever we get artworks delivered. It's nothing tough"Eloise clenched her fist, as her employee made the confession. "This is ridiculous, Josh went bald, and even removed his body hair before making his comeback and the best he could do was to accuse my father of being a drug addict?""He also offered to send my son abroad and make me a curator at the USA national museum "Eloise scoffed. " Josh said that to you?" "Yes""And you believed him?""Not necessarily"Grabbing my bag, I headed for the car park where I claimed behind the wheel of my gleaming black BMW and headed to the police station.Eloise’s grip tightened on the steering wheel as she sped toward the police station, her mind racing with fury. The nerve of Josh bribing her employees , pla
LUCIANO "What's this about Alex?" Eloise finally said something after watching us argue for a while. "Josh will find you. And he will kill you. With his father back to Italy, all you just need to be is dead and every other thing would work out for him" She scoffed and ran her hand through her hair. "So I can't leave? " She asked. "You can. With the security team""How am I to trust you Alex? You are a Mafia killer and what the hell did you do with my best friend Laura? Did you threaten her not to see me ?" "Eloise?" Alex said with shock " What happened to Laura?she's with you all this time?" "Yes she's living with me. Are you happy now? Look Eloise whatever you want this to lead to, I'm not taking my men an inch out of this house neither will they take their eyes off you for a minute " " I will protect her. Go" I said. Alex let out a dry laugh, shaking his head. "You think you can protect her, luciano? Do you even understand what you're up against? Josh isn't just s
ELOISE"Eloise . Are you sure you want to do this? We have not pinned your accident's culprit on anyone. We should be careful since something worst could happen. I will handle everything my own way" Luciano pleaded "No I will do it. And I will be fine. Obviously these people would try to cover everything up if I give the flash to the FBI or press. Thankfully I have this journalist friend of mine that wouldn't stand the injustice " I said to assure Luciano that I would be fine. I didn't exactly know if truly this man wouldn't come after me. Infact I'm sure he would but then everyone will get a glimpse of his true nature and after all I have my husband and Alex by my side. We settled in the living room, the low hum of the television was the least of my concern as I picked slowly on the bowl filled with popcorn. Luciano was warm beside me, the scent of his cologne grounding me in a way I hadn’t expected. His arm rested along the back of the couch, close enough that if I leaned just