Lorenzo's POVMy breath caught, cheek burned as my hands caressed her face. Dimples of gratitude on my cheek as I cupped her face, wanting to thank her for coming back to me when she tsked and I dropped. All the hysterical moments I had felt for a while drizzled into thin air as she burst out into laughter and that was when I saw them. Tattoos painted over her skin. Her legs dropped over each other, her latex trouser clung to her curves as she swirled around in my desk, standing upright. ‘’I was told I looked just like your dead fiancée” her tone mocked as lilies lingered in the air. My throat parched as I listened, wanting to hear what else she was going to say. “It is a pity that you can't act right, are you this way? Around everyone you see? Who looked like her?”Her tone was coated with mockery as she questioned me, and I couldn't help but drink in her features. She had Daphne's face aside from the clip on her lips and her purple hair, she looked every inch like her, the tatto
Lorenzo's POV “ Dawson!” I screamed as I sauntered down the vast hall, trying to push the security details that protected him off me. “ Sir, you need to schedule an appointment first before you see the governor. You can't just barge in here” I threw a decent punch at the man holding me, sending him flying over to the edge before throwing a door open only to meet an empty one. I gave a wave at Jaden who stood far away, his nanny walking with him on what would look like one of his daily walks. “ Keep him at bay, I have scores to settle with his father.” My face scrunched further into a scowl as I flung another door open and there he was. A bitch on his lap and she was grinding the asshole dick. Such arrant nonsense and disrespect to my sister. “ Lorenzo” he was surely stunned to see me. The shocked look on his face told me so. “Well, well, well, what do we have here? Your excellency”. The girl's face took an angered one, clearly not happy that her time had been interrupted. I s
Daphne's POV The gate squeaked when the AMG drove in, that familiar ache fluttered in my stomach when I placed a foot down, my heart racing when I saw my father, a smile highlighted at the edge of his lips, one that widened into a tiny laugh as I approached him. Hands were thrown over me as laughter echoed through the air, with me diving into his arms. “ Father” I squeezed my eyes tight, savoring his embrace as I had always done. It seemed like forever since I did this. His hands ran through my hair, caressing it gently before he pulled me away to take a proper glance at me. “ You don't look bad. You don't feel jet lag, do you?” I shook my head, giving him an answer as the trolley was pushed past, it contained my bags and buses. “So tell me…” he implored as we turned to walk. “You met him, what was he like?” My heart raced, and I stopped in track, pushing a smile up my face. “Everything you said. Cunning and I can't really place my hand on it …” I tried to find the right word
Lorenzo’s POVPropping myself up by an arm, I glanced at the figure strapped to the chair, still unconscious or so she seemed. As a last resort, I had brought her to the penthouse, the very one I would rather not be in. I had thought about how she wasn't fit to be in the warehouse, going back to the mansion was a no because the kids would see, so I had brought her over. Hopefully, a part of me hoped still that she was Daphne, even when everything told me she wasn't. Her tattoos, her purple hair and even her eyes told me that she wasn't the one, but I think I was hoping for too much. A sneer echoed across the empty hall, still draped with white clothes as she fluttered her eyes open, boring them at me. A part of me hitched when her eyes gazed around confused, not a flinch telling me she recalled anything. “How. Dare. You?” She roared. “ Do what?” I pushed myself up, squatting beside her. The ropes bound around her gave me an image that I didn't want to keep. It wouldn't be great
Daphne's POV I tried to dab off the trickles of tears that had run down my cheek while wondering what exactly it was. Why did I feel plunged by this overwhelming sadness when I flipped my head around? Why do I feel my heart being torn apart when Lorenzo had wrapped his hands around my throat? Was I hurt by that? Or could it be….my eyes drifted to the windows, which were tightly shut, dissuading my assumption that it might be the reason? If I wasn't feeling this way because a speck of dust might have flung into my eyes or the windy air had rushed in, then what could be the source of this? I tried to get an answer, but it just wouldn't cluster together. Running a quick glance around, I noticed how Lorenzo wasn't here before the hair in my back rose when crashing noises came in. I couldn't stay plunged in thought, I had to leave. I couldn't stay strapped to the chair when I had to be somewhere else. Pushing my finger down, I heaved in relief when I grazed the edge of my knife, whil
Lorenzo's POV With eyes fixated outside the window, I watched as she got into the car, the sleek Maybach pulling away until it was out of my sight. My hand held my handkerchief, which had her hair enclosed in it. I am sure she had felt the prick, with how hard I had tugged at it, but I didn't stay one more second to listen to her say anything else. Slipping out my phone, I ran a hand through it, gazing at her number which Tristan had sent over, before sending her a text. Something to ruffle her mind even more. To keep me in it. Grasping the handkerchief, my legs glided out of the penthouse. I couldn't wait until the sun was out before finding out if she was Daphne. Her tattoos might be deceiving, those eyes that had dark sparkles might be endearing, but I was determined to find out. Tristan was down already, hands wrapped around a cigar, which he put out when I approached. “Hand it over” “Bos…” he slipped out, trying to keep it when I took it from his fingers, lighting the edg
Daphne's POV My hand ran on the pearl necklace that adorned my neck, the glitters hit the soft lighting while I took in breaths until I could breathe properly. A black gown clung to my waist, one that had jewels adorned to the edge, rimming it down. A decent smile came on my lips at how good I looked, I couldn't recall when last I felt this way. Felt beautiful when I wasn't putting on trousers or one of those tight leggings of mine. The door yanked open gently, my father held a mortified look across his face as he stared at me. “ You look beautiful, princess” the smile widened to my lips, those dimples digging in as I twirled around for him to assert me even more because I knew that I was looking every inch of what he had imagined I would be. “ Going somewhere?” He questioned, searching my face. “ A date,” I explained. I had utterly forgotten about the fact that I hadn't keyed him in on the fact that I would be going on one with Lorenzo, but now he would know. “ Hmm, you jus
Daphne's POV My heart slammed so fast while I stared at those lines that crested alongside his forehead, like he was going to yank the hall down if I didn't say a name. My stomach flipped, I wasn't sure if these feelings I was having, I was supposed to have them. They didn't feel right to me, but I found myself leaning toward them. Craving and wanting them. “ I don't owe you an explanation for whatever purpose you think you are bluffing out trash. Let me be” I tried to shove him aside, walking past him when his hands wrapped themselves around my wrist. “ We are enemies, rivals in fact but still, I don't care. I will find whoever had hurt you and make sure the person pay just fine.” He swore.My anger flared up, toppling over the roof while I blazed my rage at him.“ I am fucking able to defend myself. What exactly do you think you are doing? I have been able to make sure of that all these days, and it isn't going to change. I can take care of myself just fine and that is something
Lorenzo's POV “ She wouldn't like this,” Don Dawson said to me as I offered him the drink I had managed to win at an auction. “ I know right? Daphne would hate it if she knows that I am here with you, but it doesn't seem like I have a choice here” He shook his head to the side, snapping them gently before he uncorked the wine, the pop going off as I glanced at it, he poured a bit into a glass which he handed to me, and another which he kept for himself. “ She actually told me to settle things with you, smooth things out, she had said,” he gave the only reason which I could say made sense. That she had an idea about what exactly was happening, because if she hadn't found me in bed with her, I knew she would have blown up my phone with calls right about now, and I was loving it. It showed that I was loved just as much as I loved her, with how she didn't hide at all to show that. I bobbed my head, gulping down the drink in a go when it hit the back of my throat, I swallowed, letti
Lorenzo's POVWhen she had asked, wanting to make sure that I was fine, I didn't know what else to say aside from the fact that I was fine.I didn't want her to worry, I didn't want the crest on her face to deepen, I hated to see her worry, so I just couldn't bring myself to give her an answer that would break her again. When we had walked into the decorator greenhouse, the makeshift one that I had ordered to be made before all the ruckus happened, I found myself saying the word that I hadn't even practiced for. I had thought about this moment for years, kept it in mind for hours, thought about her expression when she saw it, but none of them had prepared me for when I was there, kneeling before her. I found myself stuttering, the words I didn't plan came out of my mouth instead, was I perhaps tense? I probably was, but it helped me get away of the thoughts that my father was dead. The doctor had given a heart attack as the answer, and we hadn't pushed on, neither had the workers
Daphne's POV My hands held Alexis, as my hands went on his back, smoothening it gently, Lorenzo was still, not saying a word, but I knew he had a lot in mind. My hand held his hands, squeezing it gently, as I tried to get him back to me when he gave a small smile at me, his eyes deepened as he stared at me. “ I am fine” he assured me, that I wondered if he knew if he had any idea that his face was a sharp contrast to what he had just said. “ It is fine to let the tears down if you want to” His lips curved into a small smile, which did little to help, before he glanced outside. “ Chad will be waiting for us, we have to be sure that everything is fine, and whatever is it wouldn't harm him, you know with everything that has been happening” I nodded, bobbed my head in understanding at what he had just said. It was going to be fine. “ Wouldn't you go back? To take him to the morgue?” He bobbed. “ I will have to do that tomorrow, I would prefer that we bury him tomorrow, but first
Daphne's POV I racked my brain, trying to ascertain that it wasn't who I was thinking, he wouldn't have been so stupid, he wouldn't do something like that. “ Daphne…. Daphne..” Irene's voice pulled me out. I threw her a glance, when footsteps glided in, and my father rushed in, rage stomped over his face. “ You said something about Alexis missing, have you seen him? Where exactly would he be? Do you think it would be from my side or Lorenzo's?” He tried to make certain that we would curtail this problem. I knew there was just a person, one person in Brooklyn but this wasn't how I wanted it to end, I didn't want to give him an easy death, he didn't deserve that. I needed Drago to be in pain, I needed him to pray for death, but he wouldn't see, I wanted him to watch my face as he died, I wanted to see his car slide down the bridge as mine had done. What exactly had been my offense? His son loved me.“ Drago” I uttered, loud enough to his hearing. “ He is the one who has him” Hi
Lorenzo's POV I traipsed into the lift a happier man that I thought I was going to be, I watched gently as she sat on the chair, holding the kids firmly, before dropping the bags on the table. I couldn't have been happier, she was back in my life and back to me. I didn't know if I was thinking too fast, but I found myself inching to give her the ring I had gone to customize before the accident happened. I hadn't forgotten, nor forgiven Drago but I didn't want to think about him, not with this new joy that I felt. “ Do you think that I should apply it in, now?” “ Mother, I will help you with it,” Avery offered. “ I will do so also” Alexis offered also, and I was relegated to the background. It had barely grazed her arms, so Chad had said, but we had to be careful. It was so close to her arm socket, that if the bullet had gone in even further, it might have caused her an arm. I didn't know what to say, but I kept taking in air, and found myself saying prayers also. Of course,
Daphne's POV I tried to force my eyes open but it stuck adamantly, I let out a hiss before trying again before whistling out in pain. I hated how I felt, it seemed as though I had been rammed over by a lorry and thrown over here, I tried to push myself up but I just couldn't. Sighing in resignation, I tried once more, gentle at first and the sharp ray of lighting that flashed through caused me to clasp it shot again. I gnashed, took in air before I flickered them open once more,this time swerving a glance around. I was stunned when warmths sipped into me. Flipping my head to the side, my eyes watered when I noticed Avery by one side, and Alexis by another, and Lorenzo holding my hands. I bit hard into my cheek, taking in the pain while I tried to force myself not to shed a tear. This was everything that I wanted, everything that I had imagined, my family back with me. I laid back, letting the warmth cascade down to my side, let it drap itself around me when I ran my hands thro
Lorenzo's POV Broken, I had never been this broken as I clung onto her, tears racing down my face while I glanced around, an empty shell. Hands held me, voices echoed around me, pleading for me to let go, but I just couldn't, I held her, squeezed my hands around her, pleading for her to come back to me. “ Lorenzo” Jack's voice thundered above me, as he shook my shoulders. I flipped my head around, barely considering his face before I stared at my hands. Coated with blood, my beloved blood, and I forced myself up. “ Where are you taking her?” Dawson's voice drilled into me, he forced himself forward, as he stretched his hands at me. “ You will get out of my front, or else, I will shoot you the fuck now” I warned, my eyes glazed with rage. “ Drop her down, she is mine and…” “ Father” a hand held his shoulder. “ Let him go with her. She will be safe with him” I didn't so much as spare him a glance as I sauntered through, my eyes darkened with rage before settling her on the seat.
Lorenzo's POV I knew that something was up, I knew there was something Daphne wasn't telling me, and although I had tried countless times not to think about it, I was so sure that it made sense now. I had felt her salty tears, the one that ran down my back countless times, and even when I thought that it was from the fact that she was enjoying it, my two senses told me that she wasn't okay somehow, but she wouldn't just say. I couldn't push her either, I was never going to do that, not when she was hiding the fact that she was Daphne so good that I didn't know what to say nor do. I had tried numerous ways that I knew about just to have her to talk, but we were tight lipped,still insisting that she was Talia and not Daphne. Now, with the card in my hands, I didn't know what to say. My heart was in shreds as I glanced at it, the names fading the more I glanced at it. I swallowed, in a world of my own, when I noticed a hand shook my shoulders. “ Get back here man, I have been call
Daphne's POV His lips slid into my mouth, making me miss all the times that we hadn't had time together. His teeth bit into my tongue, possessively, fiercely, while I fought for him to let go. My cunt pooled before he could slip a finger in, while I ached my back properly, giving him a proper view of my face. I held myself, my hands by my side as I forced myself not to run my hands on his face. I inched to do so, wanted to do so, found myself inching and aiming to do so, but I just couldn't. He pulled away gauging my expression. “ What?” I asked, his eyes softened as I stared into them. His hands drew pretty lines over my face, his love filled eyes pierced through me as he exhaled. “ You look so beautiful, so beautiful that I wouldn't mind gazing at you for the rest of my life, and I also wouldn't mind giving you my heart. I want you to own it all” My heart slammed at his words, as I drowned in them. They sounded perfect to me. I sniffed in, keeping my emotions at bay, befor