ENZOLauren thrashed against my chest trying to push me away. I wanted to remind her who she belonged to. Who was the only man she should be with. After minutes of wanting of kissing her, of claiming her, I finally let her go watching as she gasped for air. Her body had texted to mine as it always did. She could run but she couldn't hide from me. “ You f**king bastard!” Lauren cussed as she raised her hand slapping me hard across the face.Her slap didn't faze me at all. I knew she would react like this yet I still did it. Raising my hand up, I touched my jaw. My gurriera didn't just slap me, she had f**king bruised me. I turned my head back to her, slow and calm, watching the fire in her eyes burn through the tears she was fighting to hold back. Her chest heaved, hands balled into fists, and for a second, I swore I could feel her hate trying to cut through me.But hate was better than indifference. Hate meant I still owned space inside her.“You done?” I asked, my voice low, steady
LAUREN"Come on, Sylas, I would never hurt your mother, let alone push her down the stairs. I love her. I love you," I said softly, my voice trembling as I tried to reach him, to make him see the truth. But Sylas didn’t move, his expression cold and unyielding.Suddenly, a sharp slap stung my face, the sound ringing out like a gunshot in the quiet house. My cheek burned as I knelt there, stunned. Sylas had hit me. And Taylor? She just stood there with smug satisfaction. I couldn't believe it. My husband whom I had loved so much had slapped me because of Taylor. It was her fault. She had lied to him. Made him believe that I pushed his mother down the stairs but it wasn't true.“Are you saying Taylor’s lying? She’s your older sister. Why would she lie about something like this?” Sylas demanded as Taylor busted out crying.She leaned against him, her head on his shoulder, playing the victim while Sylas comforted her, stroking her hair. They thought they had fooled me, but I wasn’t blind.
ENZO A stranger I hardly knew sat on the edge of my bed, her presence more unsettling than the raging storm outside. Rain lashed against the windows, but it was the least of my concerns. She wore a torn blue dress that once looked elegant, now in tatters, and her hair was a wild mess, partly hiding her striking face. Cuts marked her arms and legs, painting a grim picture. I stood frozen, unsure how to handle the situation especially since she now knew my secret. God, I hated men who abused their wives. "Stefano, I need your help to investigate something. A man called Sylas. Once you are done, send his information to the police. Make sure nothing traces back-” I said as I stood by the window speaking to my Captain on the phone. A hand suddenly gripped mine and I turned to see the woman who had just entered my room. The look of fear in her eyes made something turn in my stomach. “ Please don't tell the police.” She begged, her voice barely audible. “F**k!” I said hanging up bef
LAUREN I stood there, frozen. The sound of the storm outside was drowned out by the pounding in my chest. Enzo’s back was to me, his focus entirely on the door as he gripped the gun with a steady hand. My heart raced, and I felt that familiar knot in my stomach. The one that I had felt a few minutes ago because of Sylas and Taylor. I was scared. Terrified, even. Why did Enzo have a gun? Who exactly was he? The question buzzed in my mind as I wat him grip the gun tightly. The door creaked. “Don't move,” Enzo said, making a shiver run down my spine. It wasn’t a suggestion. It was a command. The intruder slowly raised his hands, frozen in place, as Enzo stepped forward and snatched the gun from him. Without warning, Enzo struck him hard with the weapon, sending the man crumpling to the ground. I flinched at the sound, my heart racing as I saw the intruder fall to the ground unconscious. A few minutes later, the storm outside had quieted, and the lights flickered back on. I sat f
When we arrived at the shop, I got out of the car and watched as Enzo’s driver carefully helped him into his wheelchair. As I stepped into the antique shop, my chest tightened. The place was in chaos. Workers were everywhere, clearing things out. My books, my paintings. Everything I’d collected and loved was being packed up and hauled away.Then I saw it. My office. My things, my private space, all being dismantled. Panic rose in me like a tidal wave. Without thinking, I rushed forward and grabbed the arm of one of the workers, desperate to make it stop“ What do you think you're doing? This is my shop. You don't have the right to move anything.” I said, staring at the workers when suddenly, Sylas stepped out of my office, making me stagger in shock. What was he doing? Samantha didn't tell me he was here. “Lauren, I knew that you would come here the moment you heard that the antique shop was in danger. Too bad. This place doesn't belong to you anymore.” Sylas said making me clench m
My head tuned out for the rest of the conversation with the doctor. The only words that were stuck in my head were, “You're not pregnant,”. I didn’t know whether to be relieved or sad. Sylas and I had once talked about starting a family. I also thought it would be enough to make him love me but I was wrong. A part of me was relieved. After seeing what he and Taylor did to me, I realized that having his child wasn’t the best thing that would happen to me."I... I understand," I managed to reply, though my voice didn’t sound like my own.The call ended with a professional reassurance that they'd review their processes to avoid future mistakes, but that was a distant hum in my mind. My hand fell to my side, my fingers barely wrapped around the phone."Lauren."I turned, my gaze locking onto Enzo’s. His expression was unreadable, his cold eyes studying me with that unnerving intensity of his.“What did the doctor say?” he asked, his voice calm but commanding.I swallowed hard trying to hi
ENZO“Five million dollars?” Lauren whispered catching my attention as she sat beside me. Her hands her hands curled into fists in her lap. She was trying to appear calm, but I knew better. Was it because of her ex-husband? I had seen what that bastard had done to her. How he had taken everything she had built and left her with nothing. Now, he sat across the room with his whore on his arm, acting as if none of it mattered. If he was here on behalf of the Riccardi family, there was no way I was going to let him leave with the painting.“Five million dollars,” The auctioneer announced.“Ten million,” Sylas said without hesitation, making the crowd gasp.He had doubled the price without hesitation which confirmed my suspicion. He was here for the Riccardi family. My eyes darted to Lauren and for the first time, I noticed how elegant and sexy she looked in the red dress she was wearing. Her silky vibrant red hair was styled in loose waves that cascaded over her shoulder. And that dress.
LAURENA soft gasp escaped my lips the moment that I fell into the arms of Enzo Santoro. My heart raced. He was dangerous. Too dangerous and I knew better than to let myself trust another man after what happened with Sylas. Staring at him as I remained sprawled up on his lap, it felt like the entire world had faded around us. Enzo’s eyes remained locked on mine and I could see a slight smirk at the corner of his lips. That broke the spell instantly. Pushing myself off his lap, I tried to stand stably but my legs gave out again making me fall back onto his lap again.“Careful, sweetheart,” Enzo said as he stared at me.The heat of his touch made me suddenly feel aware of how close we were. My pulse pounded in my ears as his fingers tightened just slightly around my waist, steadying me. His smirk deepened, his dark eyes glinting with amusement.“I’m sorry,” I muttered as I stood up silently praying that my legs wouldn’t give up this time.“Oh, sorry Lauren. I didn’t see you there. You a
ENZOLauren thrashed against my chest trying to push me away. I wanted to remind her who she belonged to. Who was the only man she should be with. After minutes of wanting of kissing her, of claiming her, I finally let her go watching as she gasped for air. Her body had texted to mine as it always did. She could run but she couldn't hide from me. “ You f**king bastard!” Lauren cussed as she raised her hand slapping me hard across the face.Her slap didn't faze me at all. I knew she would react like this yet I still did it. Raising my hand up, I touched my jaw. My gurriera didn't just slap me, she had f**king bruised me. I turned my head back to her, slow and calm, watching the fire in her eyes burn through the tears she was fighting to hold back. Her chest heaved, hands balled into fists, and for a second, I swore I could feel her hate trying to cut through me.But hate was better than indifference. Hate meant I still owned space inside her.“You done?” I asked, my voice low, steady
LAUREN“Do you like the dress?” Dante asked as I stood in his arms dressed in a beautiful silver dress with shiny diamonds. I had managed to get away from Enzo. After running I had been kidnapped by the butler of the Riccardi family. I thought it was going to be Rafael but it was Dante. He offered me a deal I couldn't refuse. The same one Enzo had before in the past. Protection. I knew how to handle Dante. I knew what he wanted. I tilted my head, letting a small smile play on my lips. “It’s beautiful,” I whispered, my fingers brushing over the diamonds stitched into the soft fabric. The dress sparkled under the dim light, catching the gleam in Dante’s dark eyes.Dante's hand slid along my waist, pulling me closer, as if testing how real I was. “You wear it well,” he murmured, his voice low and smooth, like a silent warning wrapped in silk.I kept my expression calm, my heart steady. Dante wasn’t like Enzo. He didn’t need sharp words or raised voices. His danger lived in silence, i
ENZO“Ms. Hills is here to see you.” Stefano's voice made me open my eyes the moment he said the surname. I watched him leave feeling anxious. Quickly, I ran my hand through my hair before glancing at the mirror in my study. By the time he came back, I thought it will be Lauren but it wasn't. It was Taylor. My eyes narrowed as she walked into my study wearing a very elegant short flower patterned dress. She looked almost exactly like Lauren with the way her hair cascaded down her shoulders. “Mr. Santoro.” Taylor said bringing me out of my thoughts. “ I believe I have something to tell you.” “ What might that be?” I asked staring at her cold as I reached for the things on my table. I pretended to start arranging them and didn't offer her a seat. I thought Taylor would take the initiative to leave but she was beyond stubborn. “ I want what you were offering Lauren. Protection.” Taylor said making me stare at her. “ I was offering Lauren more than just protection. I was offering he
LAUREN“I’m leaving.” I said staring at Enzo. It had taken me a lot of courage to say it out loud and even hold his gaze but, I couldn't bear it anymore. Seeing him with Barbara, the way they decorated their baby's room each day and the way she walked around with a smug smile each time she saw me. Now, her baby was almost at risk again. Just like that at the hospital. Seeing the way Enzo held her so gently and kissed her hair as I drove them to the hospital made me so mad. It should have been me in his arms.“ What are you talking about? I don't have time for this, Lauren.” Enzo said dismissively as he turned staring in the direction that the mysterious doctor had gone once again.He was still the same. He didn't listen to me. “ I am leaving. I can't stay watching you and Barbara act like a sweet, loving family every single day.” I said unable to hide my jealousy. Enzo's frown turned into a smirk immediately. He seemed happy seeing me slowly losing my mind. As if he was deliberat
Barbara gasped calling my name. I rushed to her side immediately holding her before she could fall. Her hands went straight to her hips as she sobbed. Barbara's sobs hit me like a punch to the gut. I barely had time to process the blood pooling on the floor before she collapsed against me, her body trembling. Her face was pale, eyes wide with panic.“Enzo… help me…” Her voice cracked, raw with fear.I caught her before she could fall completely, my arms tight around her waist as I tried to steady her. But something wasn’t right. The way she was clutching her stomach, the way her breath came in short gasps, it wasn’t just from the shock.“Stay calm,” I muttered, my voice gruff, trying to ignore the pounding in my chest. My mind raced, but I couldn’t afford to lose control. Not now.Barbara’s hands shook violently as she gripped my arm. “I— I didn’t... I didn’t mean to…” She stammered through her sobs, her body shuddering in my arms. The words didn’t make sense. “It’s... the baby...”
I reached out, grabbing her face.Not gently. Not with the kind of touch she deserved. My fingers dug into her jaw, forcing her to look at me. Her eyes flinched, but she didn’t pull away. Maybe she knew it would only make things worse. I forced her to meet my gaze. “You think I’m sick?” I growled, my thumb pressing hard against her cheek. I could feel the tremble in her jaw. She was scared. Good.She didn’t say anything, her lips tight, but her eyes told me everything. She hated it here. Hated me. But I saw it. Underneath the anger, there was something darker. Fear. And something else. She wanted it. I let out a low laugh, my grip tightening, but not enough to break her. “You think you know me, don’t you?” I whispered. “You think you have any idea what I’m capable of?”Her breath hitched, but she didn’t pull away. That was good.“You’re wrong, Lauren,” I murmured, my voice low as I ran my hand along her thigh. “You’re the one who’s sick. Not me.”I moved even closer, my chest pressi
ENZO“Where is Lauren?” I asked staring at Jake as I stood outside his house. One of my men had sent me pictures of Lauren arriving at Jake's house and I lost it. Not only did she wander out of the hospital but she also came to see her long time ex-crush. Jake stood in front of me telling me a bunch of rubbish about how I couldn't enter his house but I didn't care. Pushing past him, I walked into his house. The moment I opened the door, I stopped as I saw Lauren lying down peacefully on the sofa in the living room. Jake appeared behind me and I froze the moment I heard him clock his gun. “ Leave my house right now. Lauren came to see me.” Jake said making me turn to look back at him. “ You better have the balls to shoot because no one points a gun at me and gets to remain standing on his two feet. I don't care if your father is an associate of mine.” I warned. “ Are you going to keep on having her caged? Keep her in your house like she is some sort of property?” Jake’s voice rais
A few minutes later, I stood outside of a hospital room. The doctors were checking on Barbara and luckily, it didn't seem like anything serious. I just didn't understand her. Why did she do that in front of everyone? Why did she have to go and set me up as if I was the one who had pushed her to the ground? “Just because you are okay right now doesn't mean there is not a risk for miscarriage. Please be careful.” The doctor said nodding his head before he walked out of the room. I tapped my foot, eyes fixed on the hallway as the doctor finally stepped out. But before I could react, the sound of fast, pounding footsteps pulled my focus. Enzo came rushing toward me, his face tight with worry, exhaustion written all over him.“ What's wrong? Are you okay? Are you injured?” Enzo asked grabbing my two arms as he looked all over me. “ Enzo!” Barbara screamed begging for attention. I stepped back looking at her before I turned to Enzo. “ I'm okay. It's your child's mother that needs your a
A moan escaped my lips as Enzo turned me around all of a sudden pinning me against the wall. All I had to do was to say no. I wanted to. I knew I should. However, I couldn't. Enzo's hand slid down my wet body parting my legs apart. My body reacted to him instantly craving his touch as he stepped close to me. Suddenly, Enzo went down on his knees making my breath hitch. His mouth found my sweet opening sucking and nibbling. I throw my head back, one of my hands clenched around his hair. Enzo didn't like cutting all of his hair and I was grateful for it. “ Enzo,” I gasp, moaning in pleasure as I feel myself reaching the climax. Clenching his hair tighter, I arch my hips towards him giving him all of me. Enzo's tongue licks me as if I am sweet candy. Just as I am about to come, Enzo suddenly stops standing up as if he didn't do anything. My eyes are still dazed and I can't help but stare at him in confusion. Was this his idea of revenge? Before I can open my mouth to speak, Enzo pull