They were silent for a long time. Kara fidget in her seat. From time to time, she threw copious glances on Mr. Bonacci’s side profile, but that is far as she went.
She dared not open her mouth.
Earlier, it was her adrenaline talking. She wanted to get away from David so bad and Marco Bonacci was her ticket. Now, in the confines of his car, she was tongue-tied.
There was a tense silence in the air, but Kara knew it mostly came from her.
“I understand you need my help?” Mr. Bonacci broke into her thoughts.
“Mr. Bonacci, I..” Kara stammered, her eyes watering in anxiousness.
“Marco. Call me Marco.’ He corrected her. He turned his head around and pinned her with his unwavering gaze which surprised her. He was so naturally accommodating.
But Kara did not feel right to call him just by his first name, given the disparity in their statuses. Her mind rejected the idea. That would be too presumptuous. Mr. Bonacci is a man of prestige and high status. He commands respect.
“It would not be appropriate.” She said, and bit her lip, trying to steady her racing heart.
“Then, I won’t help you.” Mr. Bonacci replied and turned his head. By now, he was facing the front of the car, leaving her to her own devices. Kara felt like crap.
There was a long pause as Kara rehearsed calling him by his first name until she felt comfortable.
“Mr., uhm, Marco.” She stuttered.
Marco Bonacci nodded approvingly. “That is more like it. Now, what do you need my help for?” In a rare moment, he smiled and that dispelled the anxiousness in her heart.
For the first time since meeting him, Kara felt a bit calmer. She could not help admiring his handsome face. He had smooth skin like porcelain. In her mind, another handsome face popped up and she was reminded of her ruthless boss.
Marco and Nico are equally handsome men. Both have strong personalities and command power. But that is where their similarities end, because unlike her boss who refused to help her, Marco whom she met only briefly has offered to help.
Warming up to Marco, Kara found herself telling him about the foreclosed property. Unlike any busy man, he gave her his full undivided attention. His phone rang, but he only picked it up to decline the call before turning his attention back to her.
“I can help you with your loan, but how are you going to pay me back? A week’s delay is all I can offer. More than that, I can not. You have no choice but to go to court.” Now, Marco Bonacci sounded like a real businessman.
Kara winced. “I worked as a barmaid in the Bernardi Hotel.” She offered to assure him she could pay.
Marco shook his head and held up her palm to silence her. “Kara, your work as a barmaid could not cover the terms of repayment. You need to find a new job.”
Kara frowned. Looking for a new job did not cross her mind.
But given how she and Nico parted this morning, she did not think that she still had a job waiting for her. Her boss was not known for being lenient. She disrespected him. He would not be called Perocchio for something.
Yeah. Nico Bernardi earned the moniker Perocchio due to his ruthlessness. It is an American version of tit for tat.
Besides, she did not think she could still work for Nico. It would be too awkward.
“You need to find a new job, preferably one that is high-paying. Can you do that?” Marco’s words barely registered her preoccupation with her boss - no she had to correct that - former boss. Right there and then, she had decided to ditch her job and look for a new one. But where?
She just left Marco’s office and was wandering around midtown when someone approached her.
“Hey, are you lost? New York could be a bit daunting for a tourist.”
Kara eyed the woman who approached her. She looked smart, dressed in a smart chic ensemble with a pair of sunnies resting atop her head.
She shook her head. “I live here.”
The woman looked interested. “I am a talent scout, and I am sorry for approaching you like this, but your type of beauty is what I needed for my agency.”
“Agency?” At first she did not understand.
The woman nodded. “I am Kate Ash and I work as a talent scout.” Kate Ash handed her a card and her eyes widened seeing the logo of one of the most prestigious modeling agencies in New York.
“You work for Top 1 Models?” Kara’s high pitched voice caught the attention of the passersby that it necessitated Kate to invite her to the nearest cafe.
After they sat in a secluded booth, Kate started talking about her current projects. All these while, Kara listened with her jaw dropped.
She did not think that she would be sitting in a cafe talking of a possible collaboration with a talent recruiter. Kara recalled the few times when recruiters would approach her at the hotel, asking her if she was interested in becoming a model, but every time she rejected the offer.
She did not think that she was cut out to be one. But Marco’s comment hangs in her head. She needed to get a new high-paying job to be able to pay her loan.
Their transaction was quick. In no time, Kate Ash produced a contract and she signed to make their collaboration official. Kara’s eyes bulged when she saw the six figures mentioned in the contract and she almost jumped in joy.
At least, she would be unencumbered from her loan and she would be well out of Nico Bernardi’s life for good!
Hastily, Kara went back to the hotel to file for her resignation. She had a meeting with Kate Ash the next morning to start with her new job.
At first Mrs. Granger was reluctant to approve her request without the 15-day notice. But Kara insisted that she had to resign right away and her decision was irrevocable. In the end, Mrs. Granger grudgingly approved with the condition that she had to secure a clearance.
Kara figured it would not be so hard to get her supervisor’s signature. She never had a problem while working at the hotel. She was punctual and received no complaints from the hotel’s guests.
But Nico’s signature was another matter. She was surprised when Mrs. Granger sprung up this surprise.
“I thought clearances are only signed by our immediate supervisor, why do I have to get the boss’s signature before my resignation is approved?” She said, averse at the prospect of seeing Nico Bernardi again. If she can avoid it, she would rather not see him again.
But Mrs. Granger would have none of that.
“If you want to get your back pay and other bonuses due you, then get Mr. Bernardi to sign this for you. Otherwise, you can kiss those bonuses and current salary goodbye.” Mrs. Granger insisted in a hard tone.
That leaves her with no choice. Unless she wanted to make a big deal out of it which she didn’t, she grudgingly complied. All she wanted was to get as far away as possible from Nico’s radar.
She first went to her supervisor. After a few Q&A where Ms. Norah subtly pried about her new job which she was reluctant to divulge, she signed her paper.
Next, she rode the elevator to Nico Bernardi’s floor. She was so tense.
By the time she arrived, she was gripping her paper so hard. She stopped at the reception, briefly quizzing his secretary about Nico’s whereabouts. She was hoping he was not in, and was planning on leaving the wretched clearance paper to his secretary. She thought she could return at a later time to collect it.
But luck was not on her side. Kara almost groaned when she realized there was no way she could avoid meeting Nico Bernardi today.
Just as she was about to explain to Evelyn the reason she was here, Kara heard the door to Nico’s office open.
He was surprised to see her, but not as shocked as she was at being caught like this. She wanted to run, but that would be cowardly.
In the end, Kara squared her shoulders and proceeded to follow Nico when he motioned with his head that she should get inside his office.
“What is wrong?”
Kara did not reply. She only handed him her resignation letter and clearance paper. Her feet were antsy. She wanted to be gone with it so she can go on her merry way.
Bye-bye Mr. Bernardi.
She was feeling rather prickly being alone in the room with him given her previous knowledge that he wanted to bed her. In honesty, her impression of Nico Bernardi plummeted the moment he laid out his off-putting offer.
Nico Bernardi frowned when he saw the documents. His jaw hardened.
He wanted to lock eyes with her, but Kara chose to avert her face. She could not look him in the eye.
“I found a new job.”
Nico threw the documents atop his table. Then, he dug his hands into his pocket before pinning her with his intense black eyes.
“Was it because of what happened this morning? We can always forget about that, Kara. I am not throwing you out.”
Kara shook her head. There is no reason for her to lie.
“I actually needed a high-paying job, and I found one.” She reluctantly disclosed. She wanted to get this over with.
“What if I don’t sign? Will you still resign?” He challenged.
Kara bristled. She hated ugly goodbyes, but Nico Bernardi is making it difficult for her. Why can’t he just sign those da*n papers!
She sighed. “Do you think after what happened earlier, I would be so inclined to work with you or stay within close proximity to you? You did not just reprimanded me for a mistake, Mr. Bernardi, you offered to make me your mistress. That is the most insulting proposition I got in my entire lifetime.” Kara blurted out.
But the moment the words left her mouth, she instantly regrets it. Looking at Nico’s hardened face, Kara could not help feeling agitated.
She thought he would strike her when he suddenly lifted his hand, and so she dug her feet on the floor. Her pose challenged him. To her relief, Nico did not hit her.
He only brushed his hair back. Like this morning, a strand fell on his forehead making him look like a roguish pirate. Kara did not want to be reminded of that morning, but it still lingered in her head.
“I told you, we can forget about that.”
She shook her head, telling him that it would be futile to argue. She wouldn’t change her mind.
“Just please sign this paper before I change my mind and report you to human rights for harassment. You don’t want this getting messy, do you?”
They had a staring contest. Neither one wanted to back down.
Nico did not understand the aversion to Kara’s leaving. It just left a bitter taste in his mouth.
Kara shook her head. Her mind is made up. She would be leaving.
In the end, Nico Bernardi took the papers and signed.
Kara heaved a sigh when he handed her back the documents with his signature.
“Thank you.” She said in a clipped tone. Then, without wasting any more time, she briskly walked out of his office.
After Kara closed the door behind her, Nico slumped back on his chair. He had a bad feeling about Kara leaving. He felt it was his fault. But he did not want to dwell too much on this matter. This must be for the best.
In truth, he could not be distracted. He was a man on a mission, and Kara is one big distraction that he could very well not afford at the moment.
Nico was still reeling from the confrontation he had with Kara. After seeing her anger, he did not try to prolong their interaction because he could sense that Kara was uncomfortable around him. She even thought that he would hit her. He did not know where that idea stemmed from, but it saddened him to think that she thinks that low of him to be able to conceive such a notion in her head. Without further delay, he signed her resignation paper and clearance. Then, she was gone. She did not even look back when she closed the door behind her. For a moment he felt a tinge of regret at having to see her go because he was not able to keep his mouth shut. If he had just contented himself with watching her from afar. Maybe, things would have been different. But it was over. There is nothing much he could do about it now. Kara resigned and it may well be the last time he would catch a glimpse of her. He did not think that their paths would cross again in the future. If Kara had her w
Kara Baxter did not know how she ended up here. She did not think for a second that the modeling job she secured earlier this week, the one she perceived as "manna from heaven," would turn out to be a hoax. “Why was I going to be auctioned for a charity event? I never signed up for this! I am going to sue you!” Kara angrily lashed out at Kate despite the mounting panic in her heart. Can’t anyone see that what they were doing is illegal? They lure women with a promise of a lucrative career and high pay, only to be sold to the highest bidder. “You signed the contract dear. Didn’t you read its contents? Besides, all our top models undergo a sort of baptism of fire, and this is yours.” Kate Ash, her recruiter, reminded her. “To become a prostitute?” Kara scoffed. Her face flushed red in anger. Kate looked affronted. “The Night of the Virgins was a charity event. You make it sound ghastly, dear." “A charity event that sells off their models to the highest bidder?” Kara
The moment her eyes landed on her buyer and realized his identity, Kara went ballistic. She did not know how it happened, but Kara was sure she had been grossly manipulated. Nico played her into his hands. Her nostrils flared as the anger she could not define engulfed her. How dare he put her fate into his hands? How dare he pull her like a puppet on a string just because she rejected him?Kara’s rage mounted.“You planned this!” She lashed out at him. Feeling out of her depths. Her control quickly slipped away from her. She swung her arms to hit, but instantly regretted her intent when she felt a stinging pain shoot from her wrists to her arms. “Aw!” She cried.She dropped her arms and doubled over, pulling her wrists close to her chest. Then her knees buckled, and she slumped like a heap on the floor. Nico sat on his haunches and grabbed her arms to inspect. But even in her pain, Kara is consumed with anger. She yelled at him.“Don’t touch me. I hate you.”She verbal
Nico grunted in pain. Kara felt his body went rigid and was afraid of the repercussions of her actions. To save herself from his wrath, she pushed him away and raced through the main door. She opened it, relieved that escape was right at her fingertips. But when she stepped out, a spotlight focused on her. She was momentarily blinded. Kara lifted her hand to protect her eyes. At this time, armed men swarmed around her. She was so shocked. She froze in place. “Don’t come near me.” She warned them. She was surprised when they followed her order. They did not touch her and kept their distance, but they stood in a semi-circle around her, preventing her from going further from the house. She thought it was because they feared her, but who was she deluding? Kara did not need confirmation. A moment later, she felt Nico’s hands on her shoulders. She shuddered when he bent his head, his breath fanning the back of her ears while he spoke in a deadly voice. It was so ful
Bright light passing through the gap between two curtains touched Kara’s face, waking her from deep sleep. She yawned and stretched, feeling a soreness in her arms and legs. While she worked out the kinks, there was a knock on her door. She pulled herself up and put her legs over the edge, her feet reaching the floor. “Come in.” Her voice sounded strange. The door opened, and the maid from last night came in. “Good morning, Ms. Baxter.” She carted a tray inside. The tiny wheels rolled off the solid wood flooring of the room. “Oh, what time is it?” She was surprised that she was bringing in her food. “I thought I had to appear at the breakfast table by seven.” She jumped out of bed, but before she could dash to the bathroom to fix herself and change into something presentable, the maid said something to hold her back. “The boss ordered us to let you sleep in. He said you were tired last night and would not be coming for breakfast.” The maid spoke formally, but the suggestive
Kara felt cold. There is no way Nico Bernardi would lie. Something clicked in her head. Kara could not help but connect the events that happened to her after she met Don Marco Bonacci. Was it possible that he had a hand in her misfortune? Could it be that she was targeting the wrong man? Feeling light-headed as questions swirled in her head, her body swayed. Nico Bernardi held out his hands to support her. “Are you alright?” His concerned voice penetrated her foggy brain. Kara shook her head. “I am fine. Can we leave now?” She choked on a sob. At about the same time, Nico’s silver Rolls-Royce pulled over. Nico Bernardi’s assistant, Bruno Bonetti, got out to assist them, but Nico waved him off. He assisted Kara and joined her after a while. They were silent on the way back. The car turned right and stopped at the parking lot of one of New York’s fine-dine restaurants. “Why are we here? I am tired. I wanted to rest.” Kara asked when Nico Bernardi turned the i
When Kara woke up the next day, Nico Bernardi was gone from the couch. She looked at the time on the bedside table and gasped. It was already nine. She bolted out of bed and hurriedly went to the bathroom to shower and change into something presentable. She then took her purse from last night and made sure the check Kate Ash gave her was there before leaving the room. At the stairs landing, she met Anna with her very familiar food cart. “Ms. Baxter! I was just about to deliver your food.” Anna took her appearance and asked, “Where are you going so early? The boss said you have to rest.” At the reminder of Nico Bernardi, Kara felt her expression softened. Who would have thought that despite the harsh exterior lies someone gentle and kind? “I have to go to the bank.” She told her. Anna nodded. She picked up a phone from her uniform’s pocket and dialed. Whe
Nico Bernardi’s intense look made her nervous. Kara wanted to look away but found that she could not.An invisible force compelled her to endure his stare until she started sweating under his heavy-lidded gaze.She saw desire in his eyes.She remembered that day vividly in her mind when he told her that he wanted her. It made her think that it was just a whim on his part. But now she was having doubts. Kara made a quick intake of breath and looked back at Nico’s face. The desire was gone.It made her think that she just imagined the whole thing. By now, Nico Bernardi had this calculating look, cold and dispassionate.He was inspecting her like a potential buyer and gauging whether the merchandise he wanted to purchase was worthy of his precious coins.“What do you think, Ms. Baxter? Should I sell you off? I think I could get triple, e
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On a remote island in the Far East, a man leisurely reads an article from the spread-out newspaper. It says:‘Hotel Billionaire Nico Bernardi has finally been laid down to rest in a private cemetery in Sicily. His burial was attended by his adoptive father, Don Leo Castiliogne, and friends in the business. ‘It was a sad day not only for the Castiliogne Family but for the business world, having lost such a brilliant businessman who gained traction for the world-class service his businesses offered. Nico Bernardi reinvented the service industry, making it one of the most sought-after professions in the world. ‘His death impacted the industry, and many people are in mourning to date. ‘Meantime, the Castiliogne Conglomerate will hold an emergency meeting to discuss certain management changes particularly since the position of CEO has been left open due to the unfortunate demise of its CEO.’Nico folded the newspaper in front of him and placed it on the side of the rectangular dining
After he heard the doctor declare Kara dead, a shift happened in Nico. His face became blank. He looked to be in a state of shock. “Sir, are you alright?” The doctor’s voice snapped Nico out of his mental breakdown. With a stony expression on his face, Nico kissed and patted Xoey’s head. Then, he handed his child to Frank. “Tell Rebecca to take care of our daughter.” Frank thinks of this as a bad sign. “Don’t act rashly, Nico. Think about Xoey. If something happens to you, too, who will care for your daughter? Her mother is gone. Don’t make her an orphan.” But it seemed as if Frank’s words had no effect on Nico. It comes and goes with the wind. Frank shook his head and took his phone to call his friends, Evan and Bruno. Both are expected to arrive today. ________Nico stepped out of the hospital, lost in his own grief. He felt constricted.He pounded on his chest several times, hoping that the simple act could make him feel alive, but it was no use. When he heard that
“What have you done, you monster!” Nico shouted while he was trying to apply pressure on Kara’s head to keep it from oozing blood. His snot mixed with his tears as he attended to Kara, who lay on the floor unconscious. “Kara, wake up. Please, don’t leave me behind.” Nico choked on the words. The picture it painted in his eyes was so unacceptable.Don Leo’s gun still reeked of smoke. The older man looked stunned. The bruise on his cheek slowly turned purple, but he did not seem to mind. Don Leo looked shocked!Xoey’s cries echoed around them. The child must have sensed that her mother was in danger. Earlier, the baby was silent because Rebecca tried to cushion her little ears with her palms. Speaking of Rebecca, she, too, looked frozen on the spot. She did not think that her father would be capable of gunning a person point-blank. Her jaw dropped in disbelief. In her shell-shocked state, she almost forgot about Xoey, and her hold on the baby slackened. Were it not for Mar
Nico heard the pain in Kara’s voice, but he willed himself not to look at her face, for it would be his undoing.He had things to settle first.There was general silence all around, except for Kara’s muffled sobs. “So, the prodigal son is awake.” Don Leo muttered under his breath. There was no relief nor excitement on his face at the knowledge that Nico surpassed death.For Don Leo, it would be better for everyone if Nico did not wake up. He can take care of the man until his last breath. But this twist forebodes nothing good for him and the Castiliogne family. Nico, getting out of the coma, was going to shake their world, and he wouldn’t let it happen. To him, Nico is better off as dead.For his part, Nico ignored the older man’s barb. He walked deliberately, his movements stiff due to the weakness in his leg, but he continued with his slow pace until he reached Don Leo’s side.Don Leo is a stocky man. Nico towered over him. He looked down on the man who had taken him under
Nico’s eyelids flickered several times like a butterfly wing atop a flower, ready to explore. A short while later, his eyelids fluttered open, showing the dark eyes underneath. He looked around him. The familiar room was empty. After a while, his eyes glittered when he remembered his last ordeal. He thought he would not make it. But he had the best motivation on Earth. He remembered how he literally bit the bullets and braved through the obstacles. He remembered how he got hit. At the remembrance, he searched his body to check his injuries. He had two - one on his leg and one on his arm. He sighed in elation, muttering under his breath a prayer of thanks. It was good to be back. He mumbled to himself. He thought he died on the firing range, but it seemed like fate was giving him a chance. He vowed to use this chance to be with his family. He had endured enough. At the thought of Kara and their baby, Nico pushed his body to sit up, but all his strength had left him.
Don Leo’s men swarmed around them, leaving Kara’s body frozen in fear.Sweat and goosebumps fought for dominance in lining her smooth skin while being driven out of Nico's room. “Wait a minute. We are not doing anything wrong?” She blurted out when Frank and Marco underwent a body check. Marco was unarmed, but Frank had one tuck on the hidden holster on his jacket. The men confiscated the firearm before pushing them to walk the narrow hallway out of Nico's bedroom. Kara’s eyes darted from side to side, noting the unfamiliarity of the place. This was not the way out, she concluded to herself.“Where are you taking us?” She asked once more, thankful that her voice sounded strong, but deep inside, her heart beat fast - so fast that she nearly thought it would jump out of her ribcage. The men remained silent. They did not say a word. The only sound she could hear was the ringing in her ears. Frank, who was walking ahead of her, warned. “Stop talking and just walk.” Two men flank
“What happened to him?” The sound of anguish in Kara’s voice reverberated around the silent room. Gingerly, she walked to the bed and stopped near Nico’s head. She was trembling as she did so. Her eyes never left Nico’s unmoving form on the bed. Nico was breathing. Her eyes flew to his face, studying the changes in them. “He lost weight.” Frank told her everything that happened after Nico disappeared. While Frank talked, Kara sat on the edge of the bed, suddenly feeling like her knees were to give up on her any minute. Her hands trembling, Kara took Nico's free hand carefully and pressed it between hers. She was afraid that her movement might have hurt him. “What happened?” Without letting her eyes drift from Nico's, Kara asked Frank. “He wanted to get out, but the system did not let him. Given his position, it was impossible to allow him to go. He already knew too much. Besides, you only have a one-way ticket to the organization.” “There is no way out.” It was Marco
Kara looked at the Grecian white building in front of her. Her brows furrowed in confusion.“I thought you were going to bring me to Nico? What are we doing here? This looks like a military camp to me.” She told him with a frown. For the first time, Kara regretted her decision to come to Sicily with Marco, and her doubt showed on her face as she watched Marco ducked his head when two men emerged from the structure. The men looked like hired goons. “Lower your head, and do not let them see your face.” Marco hissed. Kara did as she was told.She pressed her body into the cramped space at the back of the delivery truck where Marco pulled her in earlier. Afraid that any act of disobedience would endanger them. By now, she has fully understood that this is a covert territory and no one from the outside is permitted to enter. They were trespassing on private property!Suddenly, she felt for their safety. And fear slowly crept in. What if they were discovered and unable to leave this