Elena's POV
I had grown up surrounded by luxury, security, and the warmth of family friends like the Hawthornes. My father, Charles Bradford, often spoke of Victor Hawthorne with admiration, calling him his closest ally, a partner both in business and life. Our families spent countless evenings dining together, laughing over shared successes. We shared vacations and milestones, and I never imagined that Victor Hawthorne would one day stand in my home, dismantling everything I held dear without a second thought for our family friendship.
The day began like any other. I had been working tirelessly, managing my budding interior design business. I returned home later than usual to have dinner with my parents, a cup of coffee in one hand and a stack of documents in the other. But the sight that greeted me in the driveway made me freeze. Lawyers and men in dark suits streamed in and out of the house, carrying paintings, vases—anything of value.
I dropped my coffee, its contents spilling across the pavement, and rushed inside. “What’s going on?” I demanded, my voice trembling as I looked around. Nobody responded. Desperately, I entered further, looking for my parents. I needed answers.
I found my mother, Margaret, sitting on the grand staircase. Her face was pale and wet with tears. “Elena, my dear. Your father…” she whispered, reaching out weakly.
I rushed to her, grabbing her outstretched hands. “Mum, are you okay? Where’s Dad? What’s happening? Who are these people?” I pressed, panic rising.
She said nothing. Tears streamed down her face, and I shook her gently. “Mum, stop crying and say something. I’m worried here.”
Before she could answer, a familiar voice filled the living room. “Your father is missing.”
I turned to see Victor Hawthorne, tall and imposing, standing in what had once been our luxurious living room. His salt-and-pepper hair gleamed under the chandelier's light, and his sharp gray eyes held no warmth. He looked nothing like the Uncle Victor I had known. Beside him stood his son Adrian, his usual lazy smirk plastered across his face.
“Uncle Victor? Adrian?” I stared at them, disbelief etched on my face. “What are you doing here? What do you mean, my father is missing? What’s happening?”
Victor stepped forward, his voice calm but icy. “Your father, Charles, has embezzled millions from our joint ventures. Remember that business we both started that became a hit? Well, he’s run off, leaving nothing but his family, debts, and disgrace behind. As his business partner, I have no choice but to reclaim what I can. I am a businessman, after all.”
I staggered back, shaking my head. “No… that can’t be true. Dad wouldn’t do that. He isn’t like that. Uncle Victor, you know how upright my father is. You’re his closest friend—you should know he’d never embezzle money and leave his family behind.”
Adrian chuckled, crossing his arms. “Come on, Elena. Open your eyes. Your dad would never do that? Then where is he? Call him out, let him explain himself.” He paused, his smirk widening. “See? He’s not here or at work either. Apparently, Daddy Bradford isn’t as honest as you thought.”
“Enough, Adrian,” Victor snapped before turning back to me. “I understand this is difficult for you and your mother, but the evidence is clear. Only your father and I had access to the company's main accounts. I didn’t do it, Elena—your father did, and since he’s nowhere to be found, every asset will be seized to repay what he stole.”
My mother stood, clutching the banister for support. “Victor, our families have been friends for years. You’ve known Charles—our family for years. Surely there’s another way. Let's wait for Charles to get back then he can explain himself. I trust my husband; he would never do such.”
Victor’s expression hardened. “Are you both even listening to me? I'm a businessman, and I can't bear to suffer such a great loss. You think Charles will come back?” He chuckled. “Stop with the false hope, Margaret. He's gone on his way; who knows? He might have another family more important than you guys. Charles is my friend, yes, but friendship doesn’t erase the debt, Margaret.”
“Please, Victor,” my mother sobbed, clutching his arm. “You’ve known us for years. Isn’t there any other way?”
Victor glanced at her coldly, his sharp gray eyes devoid of sympathy. “Charles brought this on himself. He siphoned millions, and I have a company to protect.”
My mother’s knees buckled, and I rushed to support her. “How could you do this to us? Why do we have to suffer for this? I'll look for my father, so stop harassing us like this. How could you take everything away from us?” I snapped, glaring at Victor.
Victor sighed, almost theatrically. “Elena, dear. You're just a girl. I can't let you go out there and start searching for a criminal. The police will take care of that. But there's one thing you can do. There is... one option. A way to settle the remaining debt.”
My stomach turned as Victor pulled out a sleek black folder. “You’ll marry into the Hawthorne family. Become Adrian's wife.”
“What?” my mother and I gasped in unison.
Victor opened the folder, revealing a contract. “Adrian needs a wife to stabilize his image and help our family secure key business deals. Your union would benefit us both. The playboy and irresponsible image Adrian has gets wiped off and people start to see him as a respectable family man and you… the Bradford family can save face. No one will associate the family with Charles, a criminal. Instead, you'll be regarded as the in-laws of the Hawthorne. Also, your debt will be cleared as long as you help us with business under the covers. I know how brilliant you are, Elena. You take after your father’s business mindset.”
Adrian leaned against the wall, inspecting his nails. “Look on the bright side, Elena. We used to have something back in university, didn’t we? Maybe this could work out. Think of it as just marrying your friend from your university days. How sweet and romantic is that? It'll make the headlines.”
My mind went back to my university days. Adrian had been one of my admirers, but I’d rejected him many times. Aside from seeing him as a close family friend, I didn’t have feelings for him, and he was a notorious playboy, always surrounded by scandals. The thought of marrying him was unthinkable.
“You can’t be serious,” I whispered.
“I am,” Victor said. “This is your only chance to protect your mother and salvage what little dignity your family has left. I'm giving you a chance to redeem your family. To escape the hell that'll break loose when the media finds out about it and comes flocking in here. You call this harassment? You haven't seen anything yet. Elena, sign the contract. You're the only one that can protect your mother now. She's counting on you.”
I collected the stack of papers and clutched it in my trembling hands, tears streaming down my face as the weight of my decision sank in. My mother might tell me not to do it, but Victor was right. I was the only one who could protect her.
Elena’s POVI sat in my childhood bedroom, now stripped of its warmth and luxury. Boxes were stacked against the walls, red tags stuck to everything indicating that it was seized. I could barely recognize my own life and situation. The contract lay on my desk, its stark black text taunting me. How does the status a family worked day and night to attain just change overnight like it's nothing?There was a soft knock on the door before my mother, Margaret, stepped inside, her face etched with worry. “Elena, darling, have you made a decision?”“What choice do I have?” My voice was barely above a whisper as I gestured to the contract. “It’s this or watch them take what little we have left and have us live like fugitives till we die. If it gets revealed to the press, we'll start getting investigated too. I don’t want you to go through that, Mum.”Her hands trembled as she placed them on my shoulders. “I wish I could do it instead of you. I wish your father would just appear and tell us tha
Elena’s POVThe glittering hall was a testament to the Host's wealth and influence. Crystal chandeliers cast golden light across a sea of well-dressed elites, their laughter and chatter filling the air. I stood with my arm linked to Adrian’s, my designer dress and flawless makeup doing little to hide the turmoil I was feeling inside.“Try not to embarrass me,” Adrian muttered, his lips barely moving as he smiled at a passing elite.I gritted my teeth, resisting the urge to snap back. The humiliation of my new reality was bad enough without adding a public scene.Adrian had insisted I accompany him tonight, not out of affection, but to maintain appearances. The Hawthorne family was negotiating a major partnership with Everhart Enterprises, the host of the luxurious dinner event, and Adrian was desperate to prove himself capable of closing the deal.“Stay right here and don’t do anything stupid. I’ll be right back,” Adrian said before walking away.I glanced around the room, my eyes sca
Elena’s POVI sat in my room, staring at the night sky through the large bay window. Adrian’s threats still rang in my ears, but my thoughts drifted back to Lucas. I hadn’t meant to talk to him. I hadn’t planned to let my guard slip, but I couldn’t help it.Lucas had been my childhood friend first, before anything else. We had developed feelings for each other over time. Lucas was an orphan at the orphanage where my family used to visit, and we had become the closest of friends. We even went to high school together. On prom night, Lucas confessed his feelings for me, and then he disappeared the next day.I was so hurt, so affected, that I wouldn’t leave the house. Every day, it felt like a part of me was missing. I searched for him everywhere, but I couldn’t find him.My phone buzzed on the bedside table, pulling me from my thoughts. I hesitated, then picked it up. It was a message from an unknown number:[Dinner. Tomorrow night at 7. The address is below. Please come. – Lucas.]My he
LUCAS POVI clenched my fist tightly in anger as I watched Elena walk away from me, again!.I had lost her, again!" Boss, the CEO of Greensted would like to have a word with you," my PA suddenly spoke up, Jolting me out of my reverie, reminding me of his presence. I nodded , still distracted by the thought of Elena as I walked towards business like men." Hello, Mr Lucas. It's nice to finally be able to speak to you!" The man, Mr Greensted greeted, his face beaming with excitement. All I did was nod and let out a tight smile.This place was becoming suffocating as a series of questions that required answers run through my head.I signalled to Alex, my PA, and he moved closer to me." Find out everything about her marriage!" I ordered, and he looked confused." Whose marriage boss?" He asked, smiling awkwardly, and I frowned at his stupidity."Find out everything about Elena's marriage, find out if she was forced, and what is holding her back from divorcing that nitwit!" I growled
LUCAS POVIt was the next day, and I was beginning to get impatient. The thought of Elena sleeping in the same house as Adrian irks me, who knows if they sleep on the same bed!All of my staff could feel that I am in a bad mood and they had all been walking on egg shells all day.I tapped my finger on the table anxiously as I await a response from Joel.' What the fuck is taking him so long!' I grumbled impatiently." Yo man, " Joel's annoying voice jolted me out of my thoughts as I glared at him in anger." It took you years to find a simple detail about a woman!" I mocked him and he gasped dramatically. " How could you?" He questioned, still focused in his acting while I ignored him as I tear open the folder. " Name: Elena Bradford Age: 28A smart and beautiful young lady with shoulder-length dark brown hair, striking green eyes, and a petite but elegant frame." I paused my reading unknowingly as I grinned from ear to ear." Hm hm" Joel cleared his throat, distracting me.I rai
ELENA'S POV It was the next day, and I didn't sleep a wink, I had cried the whole night.I stared at myself in the mirror and sighed. My eyes were swollen with dark circles underneath. I didn't wish for a life like this!I had always dreamt of a peaceful life, a beautiful marriage with the man I love and want to spend the rest of my life with.I had dreamt of having three kids, two boys and a girl, the boys would take care of their sister. I had dreamt of leaving them with my parents and going on a long vacation with my husband, enjoying the peaceful vacation full of sex , love, care, attention and every other good stuff I could think of. But then all was thrown at my face when I discovered that I had to get married to Adrian to rescue my family.FLASHBACK ***Screams could be heard as students gather around a table." Truth or dare?" Mathew asked.It was my turn now and I was confused about what to chose, I'm sure bethany is waiting for me to choose truth so she cam ask me quest
LUCAS POV He grunted and retaliated back, but I didn't hold back, and soon enough, we bags throwing punches at each other.Everywhere soon became chaotic as everyone tried separating us, but their efforts were futile.I threw Adrian to the ground and began raining punches on him. He managed to turn the situation around and began hitting me.His PA was finally able to pull him away from me, and I stood up dusting my shirt.Joel held my suit jacket, " What's wrong with you, man?" He questioned, looking furious, but I ignored him." That's right, hide behind your little friend, you coward! You should have heard her screams on our wedding day, " he mocked with a smirk.He was intentionally provoking me, and he was doing it well!I lunged at him, but Joel pulled me back, trying to calm me down." Don't listen to him, bro, he is trying to provoke you," Joel muttered to me, but I wasn't listening to him.Adrian was busy making mocking faces at me, and I got more furious. I pushed Joel awa
ELENA'S POV Who should I sign out for?" Can I sign out for both?" I asked the officer, but he nodded his head in a negative way, and I was left to make a choice. I stood on a spot, confused and unsure of what choice to make.Should I sign out for Lucas or Adrian, I inhaled deeply and raised my head to stare at them.Adrian was staring daggers at me, if only looks could kill, I would have been six feet underneath. He was silently daring me to choose someone else, I knew I would be in so much trouble if I did that." You are wasting my time madam! Who are you signing out for?" The officer spoke up angrily, jolting me out of my thoughts. " I'm sorry, I'd sign out for Adrian Hawthorn please " I finally made a choice, I could see Lucas's disappointed look while Adrian had a smirk of victory on his face.I took the book from the officer and signed out Adrian. I felt pain in my heart so I turned away from them, heading back to the reception. I walked about nervously, chewing on my na
ELENA'S POV The air in the bar tonight was more lively than usual, but my mood still remained dampened as I continued to stare into space, mixing shots robitically. “Elena, how come you're still moody? I already apologized”, Betty said, sliding her hand around my waist like she usually did in a playful manner. The clothes we were required to wear during our shifts were very uncomfortable for me as I've always held myself in an high sense of elegance since childhood. My closet was filled with monotonous clothes which were also, pants most of the time. As for the bright colorful clothes I owned, they were only a few I wore during high school and only on special outings with Lucas. So my night shifts here were always done in a grumpy mood, majorly because of the lust filled eyes fixed on me throughout the night and the number of times I'd been helpless even when disrespected. This job was my, no our only hope until I found another place to take on, which wasn't seeming so sure at t
LUCAS' POVBreakfast had never been my thing, at least until Elena was around as she also wasn't also one. Early in our friendship, or so she probably thought, we easily clicked because of our similarities. We could both be focused when we wanted to, had dreams bigger than the world put together and weren't vulnerable with anyone other than ourselves. Perhaps it was why our separation killed me everytime. Even though it was only metres apart. ***Flashback ***My heart continued to pound as we drove through the gates of the big mansion, I'd now come to know as the Everhart Mansion. I face palmed the windows of the car taking in every sight, trying hard not to recall the scenes of the horror movies I'd watched a lot. Rolling my eyes to the strange woman quietly sitting beside me, I couldn't help but start to believe I was stupid. What if she was wrong? What if she was a damn good liar who had only deceived me to get me here? I softly squeezed the gun I'd stolen from the stud
ELENA'S POV The night no longer went as bad as I expected mostly because of the comforting company of Dave as I opted to address him and the tons of compliments I got on my new look. Being a busy night as always, Dave and I didn't get to talk much as I was the only one taking care of everyone's orders but more importantly, our conversation as brief as it lasted was enough to lift my mood from its previous state. At some point when it was past midnight, there was no sight of him anymore like he'd chosen to retire early for the night which I envied now the luxury no longer existed - only a mere wish. And by the close of the night, I headed home feeling a lot lighter in my spirits and just when I was a few metres away from the familiar doorstep, the door slowly opened, revealing no one else but…Was that not Eloise's father? What was he doing out of prison already? And in the house! Oh my goodness! Eloise, please be alive. Please stay alive. The old bastard snuck a peek to his left
LUCAS' POV “Lucas, the clients were really pissed when you didn't show up yesterday and I'm really scared they wouldn't want to do business with us anymore”, Henry reported, his voice laced in concern and distress. My eyes remained shut with my back turned against him without moving an inch like I'd heard none of the words he said. Honestly, my plans for my arrival had crashed completely since that night with Elena. I had secluded myself in the safe corners of my room for days now without a single word to anyone.Most times, it felt like the walls were closing in on me and crushing me into pieces completely. I hadn't only lost her but myself as well. Why wouldn't she hear me out? The dead, empty gaze in my eyes as she spat those words angrily. Had my arrival for her in the first place been in vain? Blames on me for making the first mistake, walking out of everything we had without a word. And now, we both weren't the same people anymore as I seemed to have kept hurting her even whe
ELENA'S POV I had barely shut my eyes for less than a minute trying to catch some sleep before preparing for work but the scenes from earlier continued to play in my head, reliving every word we said. Pressing my face down with an extra pillow and groaning into it, the not so old encounter disappeared only to return this time with exaggerated scenes. “Aaarghhh! Damn you Lucas”, I screamed at the walls in front of me, my voice breaking slightly in frustration. Just then, the door to my room creaked open revealing Eloise's round, curious eyes peeking inside before stepping in fully. “You look troubled Elena, what's the matter?”, she asked, her voice filled with concern as she carefully dropped the tray besides me on my bed. I gently rubbed my heavy eyes, sighing tiredly and assuring her it was nothing. “Wait, you look different, I'm not sure if it's —”, she suddenly paused, hanging her mouth wide open as she circled me around the bed checking out my hair. “Elena!”, she shrieked in
ELENA'S POVBeauty sessions had always been my least favorite thing to do even as a kid which was why I'd always carried my hair in one consistent style over the years - a ponytail, imply because it was the eaisest. My shoulder length dark brown hair had always been maintained in the best way I could but, over the years as both a workaholic and lazy person, my hair began to barely be noticed by me. But the makeover today with Betty had not only been therapeutic but even, more entertaining than I thought. Loud music blasted through the tiny walls if her studio apartment while we went through different styles and colours on the internet. My head buzzed in confusion as I was soon stranded in the multitude of choices, scared to pick wrongly and live with the regret like I didn't already have enough to last a lifetime.As if seeing through my confusion, she turned off her phone reassuring me to trust her, which I frankly couldn't bring myself to but laid back anyways. After several hours
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,
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
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. “