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Kimberly POV The rest of the week passed marvelously, with Leonardo drifting in and out of the apartment. He’d be there one moment, and the next, he’d vanish. Strangely, since our near-moment of...whatever that was, we’d fallen into an easy rhythm together.I even pieced together what he meant by "punishment." It was the denied release, that almost-but-not-quite moment. And honestly, it was torture. Real Torture!This morning, I was woken by the scent of something warm and sweet. Opening my eyes, I blinked at the sight of Leonardo holding a tray with French toast and a steaming cup of ginger tea.“Hey,” I murmured, sitting up, a smile creeping onto my face at the sight."This must have taken ages to make," I teased, unable to hide my admiration.He raised an eyebrow, shrugging casually. "Not too long.""Uh-huh… So, what’s the occasion?” I asked with a laugh, eyeing the plate.“No occasion, Kimberly. Just thought I’d make something nice,” he said, shrugging it off with that familiar ai
I had on the gown Emily had secretly bought; the same gown I swore not to wear. Suddenly, I liked it on my body. Not that I don’t have anything else to wear, but I noticed Leonardo wants me to give him a "go ahead," so I know this dress can give him the answers he is looking for.I settled for a silver jewellery necklace with a matching earring. I held a black purse that complimented my black block heels.My hair was in curls, and they fell down to my back. Light, natural make-up, with a red gloss to give a bolder face."Stunning as always," Leonardo complimented as he drove himself to a small, elegant lounge."No driver needed," he had said when I asked why he's driving himself.“Osteria Amore; Love Tarven” The entrance read. That moment, I remembered it was the same lounge used to shoot a N*****x series I just watched.A place for just couples and lovers. It was said in the movie that one is not allowed to come alone. You must be there with the opposite gender, else you won’t be give
I woke with a sharp, throbbing pain in my abdomen, blinking against the early morning light. The unfamiliar surroundings hit me first: Leonardo’s room. My mind scrambled to piece together how I got here, until memories from last night drifted back—dinner, a movie, and eventually falling asleep here. But then the pain struck again, harder this time, and I felt a sticky warmth beneath me.My stomach dropped. Glancing down, I saw the faint, unmistakable stain of blood on Leonardo’s pure, white Gucci bedspread.Panic surged through me. scrambling out of bed and glancing around. He wasn’t in the room, thank God. But I had no sanitary pads, no relief for the cramps, and now his sheets were stained. The situation couldn’t be worse.Just then, I heard familiar footsteps approaching. Heart pounding, I darted into the bathroom and turned on the shower, the faucet, even the bathtub, hoping to drown out any sound.“Kimberly?” Leonardo’s voice came through the door, startling me.“Go away,” I said,
Kimberly POV It took hours to convince Leonardo I was feeling better before he finally left for his meeting. I’m one of the lucky ones who only get four-day periods, so I’m back to normal, more or less.“You sure you’ll be fine on your own?” he asked, pausing by the door.“Yes, I’ll be fine…” I rolled my eyes as I walked toward the bedroom.We’d be flying back to Spain in a day, and I couldn’t help but reflect on how strange things had become between us here. How did we even get to this point? I didn’t know, but just the thought brought a small smile to my face.As I folded my clothes—taking my time as Helen isn't here—I noticed a pack of dark chocolate Leonardo had gotten for me yesterday. I reached for it, planning to munch on it as I packed, but as my fingers touched it, I saw a reflection in the mirror.A masked figure behind me.I froze. My hand hovered pressed down on the chocolate, a chill running through me as my mind raced. Leonardo…?” I whispered, barely breathing.The fig
Kimberly POV I woke up on the cold, hard floor, my skin prickling with the room’s damp chill. The darkness was thick, swallowing everything around me, and the air smelled faintly of rust and mold. It was the kind of darkness that made memories creep in—the kind that reminded me of my first abduction, the terror that had taken root and never left.I tried to move, but a sharp pain in my wrists stopped me. A cold, metallic restraint cut into my skin, chaining my arms to something behind me. Every shift pulled at my shoulders, making them ache. The sting of metal biting into my flesh would surely leave a scar, another reminder of this nightmare.My breathing grew shallow as panic clawed its way to the surface, but I forced it back down. Not now. Not yet. "Is… anyone there?" I whispered, my voice barely audible in the silence. I sensed a presence lurking in the shadows, something close to the walls but hidden in the gloom.Silence.Just as I was beginning to think I was alone, a low fluo
Kimberly POV The room’s shadows crept closer, pressing in with the weight of stale, stagnant air. I squinted at the figure on the screen as Treo adjusted the phone on its tripod, its dull glow illuminating a face half-hidden in shadow. Something about him tugged at my memory, but I couldn't really fathom it.“Hello, pretty friend of mine.” His voice slithered through the silence.A sick recognition sank in my chest. I wasn’t chained this time, but that didn’t make me feel any freer. I swallowed hard, praying I was wrong. “Salvatore?” My voice was barely more than a whisper.“Smart. Kimberly” His grin widened, cold and calculating. The casual way he said my name made my skin crawl.“You bastard!” I shot forward, reaching for the phone as if I could somehow claw him from the screen. Treo’s hand grabbed my arm and threw me back so hard I hit the floor, the impact causing me pain. Salvatore’s laughter echoed, rich with mockery, drowning the room in its sound.I sucked in a breath, anger a
(Leonardo pov)The receptionist flashed me a wide smile as she gestured toward the hall leading to his office. I didn’t return it. The walls of this place, once familiar, now felt suffocating. It wasn’t the building—it was him. I didn’t knock. The door creaked open, and there he was—Colton Fiore, better known as *Supremo.* A newspaper in his hands, glasses perched on his nose, his expression unreadable as always. “You finally see it fit to visit me,” he said, not looking up. “Kimberly has been abducted,” I said, skipping the pleasantries. He didn’t flinch. Instead, he folded the newspaper carefully, resting it on the desk. When he finally looked at me, it was with the same calm precision he used to dismantle his enemies. “Sit down, Leonardo,” he said, as though we were discussing something as trivial as the weather.“Supremo, there’s no time—” “Sit.” The weight of that single word crushed any argument I had. Reluctantly, I sank into the chair opposite him. He studied me
Leonardo pov Getting the territory permanently seemed so close, almost within my grasp—until now. The insistent buzz of my phone shattered my thoughts. I’ve been ignoring business-related calls lately, focusing solely on finding Kimberly. Yet, when I glanced at the screen, the unfamiliar number gave me pause. My brows furrowed. It could only be Marcus or the other bastard. I answered. “Nardo, I never thought our next conversation would happen so soon,” came the voice, too casual for the situation. “Salvatore,” I growled, my voice low and dangerous. “Where the hell is Kimberly?” He laughed, a grating, mocking sound. “You took everything from me, Leonardo, and you think I’d let you live in peace?” His tone shifted, laced with malice. “Of course not, dear Nardo. I’ll take everyone who matters to you and ensure your precious Grece territory becomes utterly worthless.” “Get to the point,” I snapped. “What do you want? Let Kimberly go, and we’ll settle this.” Salvatore c
Kimberly POV “Leave now, Monica!” Leonardo's sharp voice cut through the air, his hand catching Monica's wrist just as she lunged toward me.“Leo, she…” Monica tried to argue, her voice trembling with anger.“Get out!” he barked again, his tone cold and commanding. His glare made it clear there would be no room for negotiation.Monica’s eyes darted between us, fury and humiliation painting her face as she stormed out of the room, her heels clicking sharply against the tiled floor, leaving us alone in the convenience.Leonardo’s gaze shifted to me. For a moment, he looked uncertain, his lips parting as though searching for the right words. But I beat him to it.“What now, Leo?” I asked, crossing my arms and meeting his stare. The lingering tension made my voice sharper than I intended.He hesitated, then stepped closer. “Kimberly... I searched for you. I tried to find you. But…” His voice trailed off as he reached out, his fingers brushing my cheek.The warmth of his touch sent an unw
Leonardo’s POV"The winner has been decided," the announcer’s voice thundered through the hall, pulling me from my restless thoughts. My fingers tapped rhythmically against the armrest, a futile attempt to mask my growing irritation."Many of us know the rankings of the top two companies have remained unchanged for years," the announcer continued, pausing theatrically. "But will that remain the case this year?""For God’s sake, can he just say it and get this over with?" Monica hissed beside me, her tone sharp enough to draw a few curious glances.I clenched my jaw. The announcer’s unnecessary theatrics were grating, but my focus remained razor-sharp. I needed the Fiore Company to maintain its dominance. Anything less than first place was unacceptable."The fifth world-largest company goes to Stiten & Co.," he announced finally.Scattered applause followed as the award was presented. The announcer droned on, working his way through the ranks. My patience wore thinner with each passing
Kimberly's POV“Don’t hire a copywriter this time,” I said plainly, folding my arms as I watched Alex face turn ashen.“What? We might lose ranking!” he exclaimed, alarmed.“Do you trust me?” I asked, meeting his gaze.“What do you mean?” he asked, his voice laced with doubt.“I’d like to handle the contract myself. All I want is your approval. Leave the rest to me,” I said, standing firm.“But you’re new... and…” Alex hesitated, his doubt hanging in the air.“Do you trust me?” I repeated, cutting him off.After a long pause, he sighed. “Okay. I’ll let you show yourself to the world.”(Present Day)The moment I stepped out of the car, the sharp clicks of cameras and a sea of reporters surrounded me. Microphones were shoved in my direction, and questions were hurled like bullets.“Who are you, and what company do you represent?” one bold mouthed reporter asked, stepping in front of the crowd.I stopped, met her gaze, and answered coolly. “I am Kimberly. Kimberly Gioselle.”A stunned si
Kimberly POV "My darling granddaughter, who would believe you're alive”? An energetic old woman, probably in her 80's stepped from the door, before moving closer and pulling me in a suffocating warm hug.She looks small, but wrapped in her arms, I felt smaller."I'm your father's mother dear. YourGrandma!" she added, laughing The moment she saw the look of confusion on my face after releasing me from her hug."Grandma." I repeated with a warm smile."Let's take a walk around the company dearie." Alex said, dismissing the staffs who had gathered around us."Sure.""The Gioselle Company is the largestcompany in the United Kingdom. The second after the Flores in the whole world." Alex explained."We have multiple partners and shareholders, which of course I'm the Highest shareholder" He added proudly.I gave him a warm smile.I couldn't stay angry for a long time. Alex has promised to protect Lan, protect me and My unborn child too, so what more can I ask for?"Sometimes, We rank To
Kimberly POV "That's ridiculous," I scoffed, my voice breaking through the tension in the room."I'm keeping the baby. And there's nothing you can do about it," I said, glaring at Alex. My words hung in the air like a challenge."If the enemies find out, Kimberly, you'll be in danger," Alex warned, his voice, deep with concern.I clenched my fists. "That's my decision to make, not yours.""Kimberly, dear," Nancy interjected, her tone gentler but no less pointed. "That baby inside you will cause more harm than good."I turned sharply toward her, disbelief coursing through me. "How… how can you be so heartless?" My voice wavered, but I refused to let the tears fall."I'm carrying a baby, my very first child, and you're telling me to get rid of it?”"Kimberly…""Don't!" I cut her off, my voice sharper than I intended. "You know what?" I said, glancing between them."You've found me, and we've reunited. Thank goodness for that. But right now, I think… meeting you is only adding to my tr
Kimberly POV “Liars!” I screamed, glaring at the couple before me. My voice echoed in the grand living room, but neither of them flinched.“How do you expect me to believe you’re my real parents just because of what you said?” I replied them in anger, but deep down, I felt a storm of confusion and disbelief.Nancy’s lips parted as if to speak, but I cut her off. “I want proof. Not some silly, made-up story.”A tense silence fell over us, the weight of my accusation hanging in the air. I didn’t know if it was my emotions running wild or something deeper, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to this, more than their words, more than their sudden appearance in my life.Without a word, Nancy got up and left the room. I didn’t bother watching her leave; instead, I let my eyes wander around the lavish space. Every corner of the house screamed wealth, from the ruby chandeliers to the antique furniture that looked untouched by time. “Here,” Nancy’s voice startled me. I hadn’
“No! Don’t touch me!” I snapped, jerking away from the strangers who claimed to be my parents. My chest heaved, and my voice cracked, but I held my ground.“Kimberly, please…” the woman said, her voice trembling as tears welled in her eyes. Her hands stretched toward me, trembling slightly, as if unsure I wouldn’t flinch away again.“You… you even know my name?” I hissed, narrowing my eyes. “How is that possible?”The man, tall and broad with streaks of gray in his hair, stepped forward. “Because we're the ones who gave you that name.” he said, his voice heavy with emotion. I froze. The weight of his words hit me like a freight train. My knees threatened to give way, but I squared my shoulders, refusing to let my guard down. “If that’s true, if you’re really my parents, then how did you lose me? How could you leave me for twenty-four years?” My voice rose with each word, my fury bubbling over. “Why now? Why come back now?”The woman, named Nancy, as the man called earlier, opened her
Leonardo pov I slammed my fist on the desk, the sharp pain cutting through my hand. It didn’t matter. Nothing did at this moment. My anger, raw and untamed, burned hotter with every tick of the clock hanging on the wall. Seven days. Seven long days since Kimberly escaped. Seven days of searching without a single trace.Was I more furious that she dared to run or worried that she had nowhere to go? My jaw tightened as I shoved the thought aside.I stormed out of the study, my footsteps echoing through the hallway like thunder."Enzo!" I barked.He appeared from around the corner, bowing slightly. "Yes, Boss. I was just about to report to you.""What did you find?" I demanded, my voice sharp enough to slice through steel.Enzo shifted uncomfortably. "We're still searching, Boss. My team just returned from her father's house. There’s no sign of her there."In one swift motion, I grabbed him by the collar and pulled him close. "I told you not to step foot in this house unless you had he
Kimberly's POV“Thirty minutes are over, ma’am,” Enzo called, peeping through the door.I hastily wiped my tears, hoping he hadn’t heard what I whispered moments ago.Taking a deep breath, I rose to my feet, taking a last glance at Emily.“Goodbye, Emily,” I murmured under my breath before turning to leave.Enzo trailed behind me as we walked to the car. The weight of his presence made my skin crawl, but I kept my composure until we reached the parking lot.I need to use the bathroom. I’m pressed,” I said abruptly, not waiting for his response as I spun around and walked briskly back into the hospital.From the corner of my eye, I saw him follow. I switched lanes, heading away from the quiet VIP section he had brought me through earlier. The bustling regular hallway, filled with patients, visitors, and nurses, provided the perfect cover.“Madam, you’re moving the wrong…”I didn’t let him finish. I ran.“Madam!” Enzo called, his voice stern and alarmed.I didn’t look back. My heart rac