Laura's POVHe beamed at the crowd, enthusiastically waving to them. For some inexplicable reason, our eyes locked from a considerable distance. At first, I assumed he hadn't noticed me.However, as I sensed his gaze lingering on my location for an extended moment, I decided to depart. My heart raced as I rose from my spot and maneuvered through the crowd, steering myself toward the exit.How could he possibly be here? Was this merely an eerie coincidence? I pondered intensely about how this situation had unfolded. I had just reached the exterior where the car I arrived in was parked when his haunting voice reverberated behind me."Laura, we need to talk."I found myself frozen, incapable of movement."There's nothing to talk about, Fernando," I snapped irritably. I wasn't pleased with how everything had unraveled. It wasn't entirely his fault; I shared the blame. If I hadn't succumbed to his advances, that heated moment at the club might never have occurred.Who knows, maybe Nicholas
Laura's POV"Where do you think you are coming back from by this time of the night?" Santos said as he stared at me with bulging, anger-filled eyes. Fear consumed me. This wasn't the first time he had erupted in rage without any valid reason. These outbursts had become increasingly frequent over the past few weeks."I went for a photoshoot... I... I didn't realize it would take this long," I stammered nervously."What do you mean you didn't know it would take this long?" he shouted, his voice laced with fury."How many times have I told you not to come back to this house after 8 pm?" He advanced towards me, and I instinctively moved back, recalling the painful slap I had received the last time I stood my ground."Santos, please let's not do this tonight," I cried, my voice pleading. "I'm sorry, it won't happen again." My body trembled visibly; I had endured an exhausting and terrible day. Standing for hours had left my legs numb, and all I wanted was to come home and rest. I never exp
Laura's POVMy voice remained trapped in my throat as I stood in the dimly lit room, unable to discern the stranger's face. Confusion and fear coursed through me, torn between fleeing from Santos and this unknown figure who had suddenly appeared.In a gentle, reassuring tone, the stranger broke the silence, reaching out his hands to calm my racing heart. "Don't panic, Laura," he said, his words carrying a semblance of safety. "It's me, Mark. Sonia sent me."Relief washed over me like a soothing wave as I whispered, "Oh, thank God." Mark took my small briefcase and guided me to his car, the weight of uncertainty slowly lifting from my shoulders. We drove in silence, eventually arriving at Sonia's apartment.The door swung open, revealing Sonia's warm embrace as she enveloped me in her arms. Her voice overflowed with genuine concern as she assured me, "It's fine now, love, it's fine." Gratefulness welled up within me as I thanked her for sheltering me, but she quickly interrupted, dismi
Laura's POVI observed the source of the blood, it was from Nicholas. He had been injured by a bullet grazing his shoulder while bravely trying to save me. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks—Nicholas Brandson had been shot because of me! But was I truly responsible? Nicholas, being a deadly Mafia Lord, surely had a long list of enemies seeking to harm him. I was just an innocent victim caught in the crossfire.However, doubts began to creep into my mind. What if I wasn't mistaken about the lurking shadow in the darkness? Could the hairs on the back of my neck, standing on end since I left Sonia's house, have been warning me of imminent danger? My thoughts raced like wildfire, consumed by uncertainty.Bodyguards flooded into the room from every corner, some giving chase to the serial killer. I held tightly onto Nicholas' hand, panic filling my voice as I screamed,"Someone please call an ambulance," I screamed"."I won't be needing an ambulance Laura", Nicholas said, trying to
Laura's POVNicholas took the lead, with his bodyguards spreading out around us, their torch lights illuminating the area, prepared for any potential threats. We followed closely behind, our footsteps muted in the darkness as we heightened our senses.Upon entering the house, a chilling atmosphere filled the air, enveloping us in an eerie silence. The absence of any signs of life sent shivers down my spine, and the tension in the air was palpable as if the very walls held secrets.We cleared the downstairs area and now needed to check the three rooms upstairs. Ascending the stairs, we diligently searched the first two rooms, only to find them empty. Finally, we reached the last room at the end of the hallway. The door was slightly ajar, allowing a sliver of light to filter through.Holding our breath, we pushed the door open, revealing a scene that left us utterly stunned.The room appeared as though it had been ransacked, with furniture overturned and belongings scattered haphazardly
Nicholas' POV My phone rang, and I immediately recognized Carlos's voice on the other end, informing me that Santos had been captured. The urgency of the situation compelled me to leave the company of the ladies without hesitation. As I turned to go, I couldn't ignore the pleading look in Laura's eyes. She begged me not to harm Santos, and it tore at my heart. Despite everything he had done, she still cared about that despicable man, someone who had quite possibly attempted to assassinate her the previous night. I held on to a glimmer of hope, desperately wishing that he was innocent. But if he turned out to be guilty, I vowed to deliver swift justice and bring back his head as a grim testament to his crimes. Within minutes, I arrived at the basement where Santos was being held captive. Two of my trusted men stood guard outside, ensuring no escape or interference. "Where is that wretched man?" I demanded to know. "He is inside, securely bound with ropes on his hands and legs," Nae
Laura's POVAfter pondering for a while, I responded, "I can't think of anyone, honestly."He looked at me intently and urged, "Think harder, Laura. Anyone who may have felt offended by your actions, no matter how insignificant you believe it to be. Just give me a name to work with."As I ransacked my memory, I replied, "I really can't recall anyone. Maybe it's Charles, my manager? But I highly doubt it. He doesn't have the audacity," I said, trying to reassure myself, but confusion flickered in my eyes."No, it can't be him," I continued, attempting to dismiss the thought. "There's no motive. It must be a misunderstanding. We had a disagreement at the studio when I questioned him about my late monthly payment.""Why do you think your manager would want you dead?" he asked, his expression serious."I have no substantial reason to think that way," I replied. "It's just my own misinterpretation. Charles isn't capable of something like that. It's not in his nature.""You never know," he
Laura's POVMy face burned with humiliation as I delivered a resounding slap across his cheek, my anger fueling. How dare he? How dare he reduce me to a mere object, a plaything to be discarded at his whim? "Wow, Laura, you were warned," my thoughts raged like a wildfire. "Why did you have to wear this provocative dress tonight? Why did you give him the impression that you desired him? You got what you deserved, acting like a cheap girl and being treated as one."In a fury, I stormed back to our room and found Sonia sitting on the bed, awaiting my return."What happened? Why are you back so early?" she inquired, concern etched on her face."Nothing," I muttered, avoiding her gaze. "Were you expecting something to happen?" I asked, my words laced with anger as I headed straight for the bathroom. I desperately scrubbed away any remnants of his scent that clung to me, hoping to rid myself of the lingering disgust. What was I thinking? That a romantic relationship could blossom between a
Laura's POVHe beamed at the crowd, enthusiastically waving to them. For some inexplicable reason, our eyes locked from a considerable distance. At first, I assumed he hadn't noticed me.However, as I sensed his gaze lingering on my location for an extended moment, I decided to depart. My heart raced as I rose from my spot and maneuvered through the crowd, steering myself toward the exit.How could he possibly be here? Was this merely an eerie coincidence? I pondered intensely about how this situation had unfolded. I had just reached the exterior where the car I arrived in was parked when his haunting voice reverberated behind me."Laura, we need to talk."I found myself frozen, incapable of movement."There's nothing to talk about, Fernando," I snapped irritably. I wasn't pleased with how everything had unraveled. It wasn't entirely his fault; I shared the blame. If I hadn't succumbed to his advances, that heated moment at the club might never have occurred.Who knows, maybe Nicholas
Nicholas' POVThis just can't be happening again. Why has Laura decided to treat me this way? Why has she decided to betray me again? I had a security detail watching her every move. I just couldn't trust her again after what she did. I found out she had gone to a club with Sonia, where she met up with Fernando and engaged in sexual activities with him in a lounge.I was so irritated and furious. I picked up my phone and dialed her number, it rang and she didn't answer. "Damn it! Pick up your call, for God's sake!" I muttered underneath my breath.She didn't pick up. That infuriated me even more. I stood from my chair and rammed my fist into the wall in anger. Laura, how could you do this?I called Carlos, and he picked up almost immediately."We are leaving first thing tomorrow morning.""But boss, the meeting is in two days, we...""I said we are leaving tomorrow morning!""Okay, boss." He knew better than to keep bothering me when I was angry. I left my study and went to my room, k
Laura's POVI rose abruptly from my chair, determined to put an end to this ordeal once and for all. His persistence was becoming infuriating, even after I had left him. Considering how closely he seemed to be monitoring my life, he likely knew by now that I was married to Nicholas. I made my way towards the hallway, where the private lounges were located. These spaces were reserved for the wealthy and influential patrons who preferred seclusion, away from the ordinary crowd in the bar, seeking their comfort in the company of women.I continued past the first lounge and then the second. The door to the second lounge was slightly ajar, revealing a group of men and women inside. Each lounge had its own set of bodyguards stationed outside, presumably for the protection of those within. One of the men from the second lounge noticed me and began to approach."What's a beautiful woman like you doing out here all alone?" he inquired, attempting to grab my arm. Swiftly, I evaded his grasp."
I've been incredibly angered since the events in Paris transpired. How could she? How could she terminate our unborn child? Did she ever truly love me? If she did, she wouldn't have made that choice, considering what we shared.It was deeply disheartening and agonizing to realize that I married someone capable of such an act. Some may argue it's not murder, as the baby wasn't fully formed, but I view it differently. Taking the life of your own child, even in the early stages, feels like a form of murder to me.Every aspect of her actions disgusts me, yet I acknowledge that deep down, I still have feelings for her. Right now, I need time to release my anger fully and eventually find a place in my heart to forgive her.It's a fact that people sometimes make regrettable choices. I had forgiven her for running away with Fernando, and I believe I'll eventually forgive her for terminating my pregnancy, but it will require time—oh, quite a bit of time.Suddenly, there was a knock on my door.
Laura's POVI was dumbfounded, rendered speechless by the abrupt turn of events. He took his briefcase and stormed out, leaving me behind in disbelief. This morning had taken an unexpected and hurtful turn. Instead of the passionate moments I had hoped for, we were now drifting further apart.As tears trickled down my face, I fell to my knees. I listened to the fading sound of cars as they left the house until it was replaced by an eerie silence. Nicholas had left for London, and I felt utterly shattered. My heart was broken into tiny pieces.Crying wouldn't solve the problem. I stood up, wiped my tears, and left his room, closing the door behind me. On my way downstairs, I met Sonia, who was just leaving her room.Upon seeing me, she called out, "Laura!" I walked sluggishly towards her, and she immediately sensed that something was amiss from my gloomy demeanor."What's wrong, Laura?" she asked, her tone filled with concern.I sighed heavily. "He just left for London on a business tr
Laura's POVI paid rapt attention, eager to hear the advice Sonia had to offer. I was desperate for guidance, something that could help mend my fractured relationship with Nicholas.Our current situation was unbearable. We were a married couple, yet we were sleeping in separate bedrooms. This couldn't continue, and I hoped Sonia had a solution to offer.She cleared her throat and began, "Laura, you bruised his ego by your actions. If you had truly loved him at that time, you wouldn't have gone through with the abortion."Her words hit me hard, as they weren't the advice I had hoped for, and her assumption was entirely wrong. I did love Nicholas then; I just believed our relationship was irreparably damaged."What you need to do now is offer a heartfelt apology," she continued, gripping my hand firmly.I pulled my hand away and got up from the chair. "You think I haven't already tried that?" I responded. "I've apologized to him, Sonia. He brushed it off with a simple 'It's fine' and th
Laura's POVThe message left me completely baffled. I had blocked Fernando's number, determined to sever all ties with him after uncovering his hidden secrets. Now, he was texting me from an unfamiliar number? At a time when I was still grappling with the consequences of my actions because of him? I swiftly deleted the message from my phone and tossed it aside.When we arrived at the house, I remained in the car, expecting Nicholas to come around and open the door for me, as he always did. However, this time, he didn't. Instead, he instructed the butler to bring our luggage up and proceeded straight ahead, leaving me to exit the car on my own.Observing the situation, the butler quickly opened the door for me. "Thank you," I muttered as I got out of the car, feeling the ache in my legs from wearing heels. I made my way into the house, and there I saw Nicholas heading upstairs. Abraham stood by the door, wearing a curious expression."What's going on?" Abraham asked, gesturing towards
Laura's POVHis expression appeared bleak, and I could sense his simmering anger. This couldn't be happening to me now. I didn't regret sharing what had happened, but I did regret waiting so long to tell him.What if I had just been honest when I returned? Would things be different? Would he be more receptive to it now than he is?I observed him, sitting on the couch, lost in his thoughts. He tilted his head back, staring at the ceiling.The desire to go to him, console him, and express my apologies consumed me. I stood up and walked over, taking a seat beside him on the couch.He remained unmoved, staying where he was. I considered it a positive sign; if he were angrier, he would have distanced himself further on the chair to convey his anger.I placed my hand on his, and he ran his fingers through his hair. "Oh, okay.""I am so sorry, Nicholas, for what happened. If I could turn back the hands of time, I would definitely do things differently," I sobbed.He looked at me for the firs
Nicholas' POV I had anticipated tears and declarations of her love for her son, expressing her desire not to be separated from him. Had she done that, I would have released her, as I had no intention of separating a mother from her child.Her response was quite the opposite. She readily agreed, solely to save herself, and declared that she wanted nothing to do with the child. She went on to describe him as a burden she had been dealing with for over two years. In fact, I later learned that she had only seen him once or twice a month. She had rented an apartment and left him there under the care of a nanny who took excellent care of him.It was disheartening that my son had to endure such an arrangement at the hands of his mother. I provided her with financial support, and she departed after taking an oath never to appear before me again.Laura and I were determined to raise him with all the love and care he truly deserved.After a memorable wedding day and with everyone settling into