“I can’t believe we did this,” I said with a grin.Marcelle stared at me unfazed, “we sure did, Mrs. Kessner.”“That will take some time to get used to it,”“Octavia, I would like to discuss this some more tomorrow. I need to go break the news to my grandmother.”“That’s okay. I need to head home.”I didn’t wait for him to say anything. I turned and walked to my car. The whole ride home, I wondered if I had made a mistake.It wasn’t like me to jump headfirst into a decision without thinking it through. It was like he charmed me into saying yes. The whole time I looked at him as we got our marriage certificate, all I could think of was how comfortable I felt with him.I don’t know anything about him, yet it felt like I have known him my whole life. It was nice.I parked my car in front of my sister’s house. I bent my head over the steering wheel, I didn’t want to go in there, but I wanted to talk to her about this.I let myself in with the key, going straight to my room. I didn’t want
I sit alone at the bar, cradling a glass of red wine. The dim light casts faint shadows on the counter, and the bitter tang burns down my throat. But no matter how strong the wine, it isn't enough to steel me for the cold, lonely road ahead. Nor is it enough to soothe the ache of a life unraveled by three simple words.You are next.Those words, scribbled carelessly in black ink, lie crumpled on the paper before me. They’ve chased me from my home, stolen my safety, fractured my family, and reduced me to a fugitive. A nameless, faceless prey running through the shadows of New York City. But they’ve also ignited a fire within me—a stubborn resolve to survive. To live. To deny Antonio the satisfaction of claiming me as his next victim.I down the rest of the wine in one gulp, wincing at the empty burn in my stomach. If I had more money, I’d drown myself in another glass. But my wallet, like my hope, is nearly empty. The last week has been a haze of restless nights, rationed meals, and car
Elysia's povI check my phone – it’s just 1 a.m. I yawn; it’s way too early to be awake. I had just two hours of sleep. I feel tired. I try to play games on my phone while away time, but I’m not interested in any of the games. They usually help when I am down, but now my body is alert and filled with fear and anxiety from the dream and my life.I was scrolling through my phone when the thought occurred: How did he find me so fast? It felt like he knew every city I was in, and he waited long enough to make me forget that he was here before moving in for the kill. I checked my phone – maybe there is a tracking device he used?I don’t want to go through the torture again. Antonio might already be in New York waiting for me. I nod as I figure out what to do this time. I will not act in fear anymore, and I will be intelligent and alert. He won’t be taking me unaware again.He doesn’t get to drive me from this city, a city that was once my dream. I will not allow him to win this round when
I still feel like a poor cat, even with more than a thousand bucks in my possession. I feel like a street beggar.It wasn't my finest moment, but it's better than being a beggar. I had a roof under my head and was on my way for a job interview. But life can't get any more accessible right now. At first, I had looked over my shoulder every other minute, expecting to see him watching me, but three days had come and gone before I could confirm that my plan had worked perfectly. He knew I was no longer here and followed my phone wherever that lady went. There's no doubt in my mind that he has tracked me to where the phone is, but I'm safe here for some time. I wanted to try out the job on the flyer. I wanted to work for a powerful man, so it would be difficult for Antonio to touch me. That would be the last thing he expects me to do.I don't have a false sense of my appearance. I understand I'm pretty enough, but I'm certainly not a deal, so I can apply for an assistant job or a stylist
Elysia's povI feel his presence from where I’m standing, he fills the air with his full authority, and I feel it with every breath I take.A petite woman runs quietly behind him, a clipboard in her hands. She stays just a few feet behind him and looks like a model. Once his face is away from the spotlight, his features are finally visible. His chin is chiseled and smooth, and his hands rest in his pocket as he stands like he’s modeling himself.He holds himself with more grace than all of us combined, and all eyes are on him. He knows it, but he doesn’t seem affected by it.He takes a special seat reserved for him. Everyone is set in motion and ready to walk, but my eyes are stuck on him for a reason.He is handsome.He looks like the man who will make you do anything just by looking at you.The woman in charge addresses us again; I snap my eyes away from him to focus on her.“Now that Mr. Black is here, we can begin,” she says.She rattles off instructions about numbers, but I can’
Elysia's pov"If you say so, sir, am I done and free to go?""Go? I'm not done yet; I still have various questions to ask you.""I'm sorry, but I don't think I can put up with these questions of yours. I believe they should be work-based, but you have not asked me a thing like this. I have to leave now. Thank you for allowing me to be here.""Okay, let's play it the hard way. If you want to leave, go, but you miss out on a huge job opportunity. Considering your situation, you might want to rethink your decision if you walk out of here."What do you say, should we go ahead and talk about business?" he asked with a simple flick of his wrist.I can feel my throat dry and my eyes dim for a minute. Nothing is audible enough to hear, nor can I see clearly. This wasn't what I imagined would happen when I came to audition.I didn't know I would catch the eye of the hot billionaire.No matter how much I heard it, it didn't make the voice in my head go away. I blinked to make sure I didn't hear
Elysia's povI ended up getting turned down, breaking the shit out of me.I'm not just hurt, but I'm also pissed. He offered me a job to be his whore. A personal whore? What does he take me for?But maybe it's better. Perhaps I'm mad at myself for throwing such an opportunity away? Maybe I should have thought harder, faster, and better about it rather than walking away from him.Now I am back to square one: either I take up his offer or die of hunger.No.There has to be something I can do.I should have just stuck with the deal he offered. It makes sense when I think about it now, although it's not what I expected. I bet I'll be paid better. After all, I would be fucking with one man, not different ones who neither respect women nor care about anything.I slam the door to my apartment, pissed at everything."Damn!!!" I exclaimed, trying to stuff in my anger. I kick against the bed furiously, hating my life the more.How the hell am I supposed to begin all over? Where would I turn to?
Elysia PovWithout hesitating, he pulls on my breast, sucking my nipples, teething, biting, and rubbing them aggressively.I feel the warmth seeping in between my legs, and my insides churn for more. His hands slide down towards my clit as he massages the swollen entrance of my pussy and digs his finger into me."Uhhhhh…uhhhh," I moan, loving the feeling surging through me."You like it?" he asks in a very coarse tone that turns me on even more."Yes," I shudder into touch as he lifts me. I wrap my legs around his waist.The towel drops to the floor as I feel his hardness rub against my thighs. He doesn't disengage from the kiss yet laps at my tongue hungrily.He throws me to the bed, causing a little crack in my side, but I'm not bothered by it. He smiles at me wickedly, sucking on his lower lip as he runs his eyes over my body.And just like a predator, he mounts on me like prey, spreading my legs wide apart and rubbing his thumb on my clit.I feel him insert his fingers inside me a
Elysia's pov Damon turned towards me, his expression still unreadable. "If you want to be the CEO, Elysia, you're going to have to work for it. You'll start as my assistant, and we'll see how you handle the job. If you prove yourself, then maybe we can talk about making you the CEO." I gritted my teeth, my fists still clenched. I couldn't believe that he was making me jump through all these hoops just to prove myself. "I don't need your help, Damon," I spat out, my anger boiling over. "I can do this on my own. I don't need you to hold my hand and guide me through everything." Damon's lips quirked up in a small smile. "Is that so? Well, then. I guess we'll see how well you do on your own." He walked towards the door, turning back for a moment to add one final remark. "But just remember, Elysia. This is my company as much as it is yours. And I won't let you ruin it." I watched him leave, feeling a mixture of anger and frustration. I couldn't believe that Damon was making things so
Elysia's pov "I can't believe you're doing this to me, Damon!" I yelled, my frustration and anger mounting with each passing moment. "You know how hard I've worked to build up that company, and now you're telling me that I'm not fit to take over? That's complete bullshit!" Damon's expression remained calm, but I could see the hint of irritation in his eyes. "Watch your language, Elysia," he said firmly. "You're not doing yourself any favors by acting like this." I didn't care. I was too angry to care. "You know what, Damon? Screw you!" I spat, my voice rising with each word. "Screw you and your stupid mother! She've been trying to steal my company for months, and now you're using my memory loss as an excuse to take it away from me. You've taken over my family's company, and now you are doing this to me as well. Well, I'm not going to let that happen." Helen, who had been standing beside Kylian, stepped forward, her face twisted in anger. "You're lying, Elysia," she said, her voice
Elysia's pov "Take the money and move," he said, his voice shaking. I felt my heart pounding in my chest as I took the bag and slowly backed away. The man followed me, his gun still trained on me. As I spun to my right, and I saw his car parked just a few yards away. He motioned for me to follow him, and I complied. We walked in silence, the only sound being our footsteps and the occasional sound of a car passing by. When we got to his car, he opened the trunk and told me to put the bag inside. My hands were shaking as I tried to lift the heavy bag. Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my leg. I looked down and saw a gunshot wound. I stumbled, trying to stay upright, and the bag fell to the ground. "Come on, hurry up!" he shouted. I struggled to pick up the bag, feeling the blood soaking through my pants. Eventually, I managed to place the bag inside the trunk. I turned to face him, my eyes blurry with tears of pain and fear. But then, something strange happened. The man was lying
Damon's pov My heart skipped a beat as my father rushed into the room with a gun in his hand. I had never seen him so unhinged before, and it scared me. "Father, put the gun down," I said, trying to keep my voice calm. "This isn't the way to handle things." But my father was beyond reason. He pointed the gun at Quincy, his eyes blazing with anger. "You'll pay for what your father did to me!" he shouted. I could see the fear in Quincy's eyes as my father took aim, and I knew I had to act fast. I lunged forward, grabbing my father's arm and trying to wrestle the gun away from him. "Stop it, Father!" I yelled. "This isn't the answer!" But my father was too strong for me, and he pushed me away with a fierce shove. I stumbled backwards, watching in horror as he pulled the trigger. The sound of the gunshot echoed through the room, and for a moment, everything was still, as my father shot at the roof. I felt sick to my stomach as I realized what had just happened. The board members
Damon's pov It was morning, and Elysia looked radiant as she sat at the breakfast table, sipping her coffee and nibbling on a croissant. But even as I watched her, something nagged at me, deep in my heart. Had she remembered? Had she figured out what I had done? As she rose from the table and headed upstairs to change, I took a deep breath and tried to shake off my anxiety. But when she reappeared, dressed and ready to go, my nerves were still on edge. I tried to put on a brave face as we headed to the living room, where our son Ian was playing with his toys. But I could feel the tension between us, and I knew that something was off. As I settled onto the couch, my phone beeped with a new message. I glanced over the screen, and my heart skipped a beat. It was from Julius, "Quincy Randolph, is at the transportation company, he held an open meeting. Where are you?" My eyes turned red with anger. How dare he? How dare he try to steal my company out from under me? I stood up, my
Elysia's pov As I drove down the road towards the beach Helen had picked, I encountered heavy traffic. The cars moved sluggishly, causing me to feel restless and anxious. I kept checking the time on my dashboard, hoping I wouldn't be too late. Finally, I reached the beach, and as expected, Helen was already there. She had parked her car and was waiting with a big bag by her side. As I parked my car beside hers, I noticed that the beach was empty, with no one around except for us. It was just afternoon, and the sun was shining brightly, casting a warm glow on everything around us. I got out of my car and went over to Helen, feeling curious and a little apprehensive. "Hey Helen," I said, "where are the company documents?" Helen looked at me with a strange expression on her face, and then suddenly went down on her knees. "Elysia," she said, "I can never hand over those documents to you." "What?" I said, feeling stunned. "What are you talking about?" Helen opened her bag, and my eyes
Elysia's pov We were so excited but then, we excitement quickly fades as I realizes that they will need to open the safe. I takes a deep breath and looks at Macy with a worried expression. "I don't know how to open it. Maybe my fingerprint will work?" I suggests, beginning to stamp my fingers all over the safe. Macy shakes her head, "I don't think so, it's probably not set up to recognize anyone's fingerprints but the owner's." My heart sinks as I realizes Macy's words are true. I give up, tears forming in my eyes as I contemplates the idea of forcing a memory I might not even remember. Macy notices my distress and quickly thinks of a solution. "Instead of that, let's try all birthdays. We'll start with your parents and sister, then move on to Kate's brother, Adam, Damon, and Ian." I nods and they begin trying all possible dates, but the safe remains locked. Frustration builds up as they try over and over again. My anxiety worsens with each unsuccessful attempt. Just when we wer
Elysia's Pov "I don't know what you're talking about, Damon," I say, my voice shaking with fear. "Please, you have to believe me." Damon looks intrigued by my denial, and for a moment, I think he might let me go. But then he shakes his head and releases his grip on my arm. "Fine," he says, his voice cold and distant. "Go." I rub my wrist slightly, trying to ease the pain where his fingers had dug in, before turning and walking slowly out of the room. Once I'm outside, I break into a run, my heart pounding in my chest as I race towards my car. I can feel the fear gripping me as I drive out of the villa and onto the street. My hands are shaking on the steering wheel, and I find it hard to catch my breath. As I drive across the bridge, my mind is a blur of emotions - fear, anger, and confusion all mingling together. And then, suddenly, I can't take it anymore. I pull over to the side of the road and jump out of my car, gasping for breath. I stand there on the bridge, the wind whipp
Elysia Pov I felt a lump in my throat, as though I had always suspected that Helen had a wild side, but I didn't want to believe that she would sleep around with anyone. "Do you have any proof?" I asked hesitantly. Macy then said, "Actually, Elysia, you secured pictures of Helen with some guys a while ago. Don't you remember?" I shook my head, feeling a wave of confusion wash over me. "I don't remember that, Macy. You know I lost my memories." Macy sighed and said, "That's right, I forgot. Look, Elysia, let's go to the office tomorrow, and I'll help you go through all the files and paperwork. We'll see if we can find any evidence of what Helen is up to." I nodded slowly, feeling grateful for Macy's help. "Thank you, Macy. I don't know what I would do without you." Macy laughs, "You don't have to thank me, Elysia. We're friends, and I'll always be here for you, no matter what." "Macy, I talked to Helen earlier, and I threatened her. I told her I wanted the company, but she said s