ELENA'S POVNot so surprisingly, Eloise opened the door by the time I arrived at her house where we agreed to meet. “Why am I not surprised?”, I said, chuckling lowly especially at hee degree of stubbornness towards Nathan. “You shouldn't be. I keep to my word, he should keep to his…and you too”, she replied, abruptly turning behind and giving me a warning look. My face instantly scrunched into a frown at the look from earlier as I halted in my steps. “What do you mean, me too?”, I asked back, rolling my eyes in a dramatic manner while we continued down the dimly lit corridors of her house. “To be honest, I didn't think you'd come back after you drove off with him. He's your home Elena, just admit it”, she confessed, pushing the door to a room open with me following closely behind. A sad smile slowly spread on my lips with my head lowering to the ground feeling clothed with a sense of dejection. “Well, not anymore”, I whispered, swallowing hard to push down the tears clogging my th
LUCAS' POVFrom my surface knowledge, the Anderson's family had a solid, long standing relationship with my late father. Infact, Mr Anderson and my late father could pass for best friends during their college days. Unlike my family, the Anderson's were deeply submerged in generational wealth with multiple chains of businesses around the world. It was the perfect reason why Mr. Anderson himself had no establishment of his own and as the second largest shareholder after me, it was enough to believe the speculations about Mr. Anderson being a huge contributor to the start of the company. Knowing these facts was the only reason I honored his invitation to the family mansion all the way in Greece. The reluctant swallowing my expression couldn't be more obvious throughout my flight to the airport. All that occupied my mind was Elena and how I really craved to be by her side now that it was finally just us. Back to the good, old times. A nostalgic smile eventually cracked from the sides
ELENA'S POVThe day began with a new purpose in mind and that was - Job Hunting. I yawned lazily in bed stretching my hands above my head wishing to just stay in bed and do nothing else. The thick curtains draped over my window prevented the sharp rays of the early sunrise from fully reflecting into my room, giving it a dark, chill vibe. Still enjoying the comfort of my bed, my hands found their way to the drawer besides my bed instinctively picking up my phone. A quick frown formed in between my eyebrows as I stared at the text from Lucas in confusion. Guess it'll be just you for now but I'll be home as soon as I can. Be safe. I earnestly rubbed my eyes wiping off every trace of drowsiness to ensure I was seeing the right thing. Could it be the wrong person? My heart stinged at the realization that he now mistook me for someone else. My fingers flew away on the keypad as I typed strings of messages as a response but it suddenly didn't seem wise. It was definitely a mistake from h
ELENA'S POV “What else do you want from me?”, I asked, my voice stern with a full blown contempt in my gaze. He didn't seem to have changed much in the past couple of days since I saw him last, just more unkempt. He leaned fully into his car parked in the driveway and only staring at me silently. My brows furrowed in confusion, then anger making me decide to ignore him and use the rest of my time wisely. I had finally gotten to the entrance of the estate when I instinctively turned behind me, shocked to see his car trailing me slowly. An angry gasp escaped my lips as I started to curse him loudly but thankfully, I caught myself on time. The divorce incident was still very fresh and if not anything, my peculiar face was super easy to recognize. “Shit!” I muttered in frustration underneath my breath, digging inside my bag for any suitable disguise while cursing his unwanted prescence in my mind. ‘He wouldn't get to me anynore’ ‘He wouldn't get to me anynore'. I chanted repeatedly i
ELENA'S POV It was a bright and merry morning with the birds chirping continuously close to my window. I groaned into my pillow wanting to sleep more but I had to pick up two shifts today. The thought of it alone felt like a huge balloon restricting all the airflow in my chest. After Adrian stormed out during our ‘date’ yesterday to deal with Robert I suppose, I finally had the freedom to pursue my real reason for entering into the bustling center of the city to start with. Unfortunately, I was still on a blacklist and according to the few companies that cared to explain, I had been involved in too many scandals and employing me would put a bad name on their company. Hearing the genuine reasons, I couldn't blame them too much but I still had to get a job somehow. Left between a rock and a hard place, I headed into a bar too ashamed to go back home with the same status I left in - unemployed and broke. I had promised Eloise to handle all our affairs as long as she took the time of
ELENA'S POV The bar was starting to get crowded like it usually did when it was close to night time so I decided to take a five minute break before my shift officially started as I'd been filling in for Betty. “What do you think you're doing?”, the manager asked on seeing me exit the counter. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion as I stared still at him with my hands holding up my apron in mid air. “Taking a five minute break?”, I answered in a small, exhausted voice. His gaze hardened at me slowly with my hands beginning to cramp from holding my hands up for too long now. “There is no such thing as a five minute break here, Elena. If you wanted one, then there was no need coming here in the first place!!”, he yelled into my face, vibrations travelling down his temple to the bulging vein in his neck. An angry huff escaped his lips afterwards, turning around and disappearing behind a door down the corridor. My lips parted slightly, still frozen to the spot about what just happened. “
LUCAS' POV Things really didn't go as planned here as I ended up being in Greece a week longer but that didn't stop me from executing my plans concerning Adrian. Mr Anderson struck exactly where it hit me the most, probably expecting me to see my foolishness in holding on to something that didn't exist anymore. And he was wrong. The emotions still as clear as daytime coursing through my entire being was mostly frustration at my own incapabilities. Why couldn't I get her to feel the exact same way I did for her? Why couldn't I get her to give me a chance? With me, she didn't need to give so many chances, all I needed was just one. She couldn't deny her awareness of the lengths I'd go for her. She was mine as long as she asked it so why wasn't she asking? “Lucas Everhart, you have successfully deceived me”, Mr Anderson said, the calculating tone betrayed the softness in his voice. A small smirk hid on my lips while I raised a questioning eyebrow choosing to play innocent in my actio
LUCAS' POVThe following days were spent taking Sofia out on dates like slipping on a mask Mr. Anderson wished to see. Even though we quarrelled on each date, we still never failed to put on a show when we noticed eyes on us. “She's not talking to you or it's the other way around?”Sofia asked on one of the dates, which turned out to be our last in Greece aas my head had been overwhelmed with the thoughts of Elena in the past few days. My hands clenched my phone tightly on my laps, itching to call her, hear even a whisper of her voice but it now seemed like an impossible task to do. My head began to drown in dozens of questions surrounding Elena, like why she still never replied to my last text on my first night here. Was she too deep in grieving the arrest of Adrian that my existence was now like a faraway thought to her? These were the questions repeatedly playing in my mind like a bad record, turning my nights to sleepless ones. “We're done for the evening”, I simply responded,
NATHAN'S POV It was crazy how rarely I visited Lucas' company despite being his business advisor for years now. According to my knowledge as well, Lucas was also hardly ever here as well. More than half of the employees definitely didn't recognize me but I could care less anyways because I wasn't here for them - I was here on an errand from that cunning motherfucker, Lucas. The door to my office automatically opened as there was a face detector on it, making it the only office in the company that couldn't be compromised. Lucas had refused to increase the security into his office, saying dumb stuffs like “They'll just fine another way to break in without my knowledge, but you”, he patted me on the shoulder like it was supposed to be an encouragement. “They wouldn't give you much attention so they wouldn't see me coming…at all”. Just as I stepped inside the office, barely taking in the fresh scent of lavender and the breathtaking view from my large window occupying the entire east s
ELOISE’ POVMy heart ran wild and was continuously filled with chaotic thoughts yet releasing different words from my mouth. The mix of beats surrounding me through my heavy headphones all sounded distorted, making me feel like I was drowning and there was no one coming to save me. “...Hold on cause I'm letting go. I'm gonna—” I paused abruptly, noticing the heavy silence around me which wasn't a good thing. Spending half of my day behind a glass filled with lots of impatient and expectant eyes while I performed was not at all included in my expectations to be a part of the entertainment world. I could feel the glares piercing through the glass like lasers and imagined them drilling into my skin just like Elena's betrayal. Actually, hers stung more than this.Why was it so hard to support me? Just when I finally started to have something for myself. If she could go through her toxic marriage with Adrian, get heartbroken by Lucas and pick herself up then why couldn't I? What was it
ELENA'S POV My eyes flurried open, gradually adjusting to the soft beams of sunlight resting on my face. I stretched more comfortably, suddenly pausing as my body finally sensed the unfamiliar surface where I laid. Turning my face to take a look, my lungs gave way to a shrieking sound but thankfully, sighting Dave laying peacefully on the sofa opposite mine made me swallow the panic rising to my throat. How could I have done this? Yanking the covers off my body, I jerked into a sitting position trying to make sense of the situation with a lot of questions buzzing around my head. How had I fallen asleep in a stranger's house? How did I not scream myself awake somewhere in the middle of the night? This was all too much for me, I had to get out of here. With light and careful steps, I finally stepped outside racing all the way to my house and collapsing on my couch, breathing hardly. “Elena?”, Eloise' voice came from behind me, circling me with suspicion in her eyes. “Oh Elly, w-wh
LUCAS' POV Not so surprisingly, the recordings from the cameras in my office had been wiped out, making me order for all the cameras to be removed. There was no use for them anyways since their locations had been found already. The culprit could have been Henry or any other pawn and despite how impatient I felt in digging out the root of the case, I knew it would only do the opposite of the results I really wanted. ‘patience, patience, Lucas’, I chanted repeatedly underneath my breath with my knuckles resting on my desk as I watched them dispose all the cameras, not knowing whether to be angry or sad. Despite my tough and cold exterior that night as I threatened him - meaning every of those words still, the sting from the betrayal still hurt deeply more than anything. I'd thought giving him a promotion and making him the acting CEO during times when I was out the country for a meeting or business dinner would make him realize my sole trust in him and recognition as my brother.
ELENA'S POV Dear Miss Elena, we sincerely appreciate your offer to design the hall for the party. Please take a look at the contract details below and let us know if you need any clarifications. We'd be happy to help! I blinked twice at my screen still in awe at Dave's commitment to helping me soothe my frustrations and bring my dreams to life. How come he still went ahead with this plan even when I'd asked him to stay away from me? No. This was just too unfair. He didn't have to do all these because my response was still the same. The past few years of my life had been traumatic and still overwhelming at the slightest thought of it. No one, not even Eloise knew about my constant nightmares and the pills stacked up under my pillow that helped me sleep soundly. That's right! I had ran out of those and needed to restock soon. “Hey Lena”, Eloise said, jumping in on the bed and snuggling up to me. My eyes froze into the empty space in front of me, surprised at her sudden entrance whi
NATHAN'S POVThe Brooks family was among the top five wealthiest in Atlanta - a city known for its beautiful summer sights and most times, a substitute of Vegas. Casinos, drugs and trafficking thrived bountifully underneath the beautiful women and all the fun you could find there. Despite my family always emphasizing my addiction to fun and lots of women flicking around me, somewhere deep down inside my heart accused them for bringing me up here in the first place. My father for instance, was never a better example than any of us as we - my brother and I grew up to see different shades and sizes of women leaving his bedroom every morning. At a very young age, we made countless trips to the casino watching how he handled deals with a few of his ‘businessmen’ and how we feared he might lose his life sometimes. Fortunately, it didn't take long to get used to the tense atmosphere mixed with thick smoke and the smell of pipes and drugs in the air. Not so surprisingly, it soon became m
ELENA'S POV Wine didn't seem to work on me anymore as I tossed uncomfortably throughout the night, unable to get any sleep. Seeing the soft sunlight reflect through my curtains, I decided to get some work done; more like continue from where I'd left off last night. With Eloise nowhere in sight, I quickly assumed she was off to work doing something meaningful with her life anyways. Going at this pace for me, would probably take me long, painful months to get any real clients. “Fuck it”, I cursed, jogging all the way to my kitchen to make some breakfast while listening to Eloise' cover on the said David Thompson's song. David Thompson. Right. I had to do some background check on him so I swiped out my phone, typing his name and meticulously reading every article, every headline written about him. And just as I expected, there were a few terrible news about him especially concerning his divorce and scandals about his record label company. My heart skipped a beat skimming through th
ELENA'S POVIt was exactly three days since I went out for a run again, not because I was scared to see Dave again but…okay, I was scared to run into him again. So here I sat by the window with a hot coffee in hand, and my work laptop on my laps anonymously pitching my offers to potential clients; most of which were the rich people in the city. Unfortunately, the only few replies I got was them stating their need for a housekeeper. “What the fuck is wrong with these people?” I muttered to myself angrily, forcefully closing the laptop shut and heading towards the kitchen for another round of coffee. “Can I have one of that too?”, Eloise asked cheerfully behind me, a hint of amusement in her voice. Humming lowly in response, I filled an extra cup and handed it to her by the time I was done. “What's causing all the mood swings Elena?”, she asked, settling into the chair opposite me. I hissed in irritation, shifting restlessly in my chair as I seethed with frustration. “These rich peo
LUCAS' POV Tonight was just as gloomy as the last one when we met up at this very bar, somehow hoping to meet the girls here - at least for Nathan and I. James on the other hand was unusually quiet and brooding over his third glass tonight, detached away from himself. “What is happening to us?”, Nathan questioned, stretching his arms with multiple lines of frustration running across his face. “Just when I thought I didn't matter to them and I'm happy, he just ties me to that slut?”, he ranted, yelling above the loud music blaring around us. Too occupied in my own emptiness to offer any real response, I simply nodded in understanding, acknowledging his frustrations even more clearer as I was in the same position. How convenient for my late father who never even had a glimpse of me from the time of my birth to seal my future with a devil in human form - Mr. Anderson. “Welcome to a man's world Nathan”, I finally answered, after long minutes of silence. Nathan scoffed in response, fo