Lorenzo I slump on my chair, defeated. Gino's accusations flood my mind. But, are they really accusations? I'm guilty of everything he said. I abandoned Megan when she needed me the most. I treated her dishonestly. Avoiding her after messing around with Katrina was not the best thing to do. I should have talked to her, told her the truth and begged for her forgiveness.Megan was really hurt by my actions. See that's why she chose to just divorce me. When I arrived home that night after failing to rescue her,I found a copy of signed divorce papers on our bed. She left most of the stuff in the house. The things that I bought for her, she didn't carry anything. To stop my men from telling me about her actions, she drugged them. I still find it hard to believe that they could be outsmarted by a woman. Then again,someone driven by desperation can do anything. That's Megan, she was desperate to get away from me. When that bastard asked me to choose between the two,I saw how she pleaded w
Lorenzo They say that time flies fast but the past six months feels like six decades. Six months and I have done nothing but grief the disappearance of Megan. That day after my confrontation with Javier and Red declaring that I didn't deserve Megan, I ended up drinking myself into a stupor. Of course,Gino and Hugo carried me home. The following morning, I headed to my father's house and confronted him about Javier's accusation. The old man denied having anything to do with her kidnapping and the fire that day. After that I went to speak with Mr Clark. The disappointed look and hatred burning in his eyes have been a constant nightmare for the past six months. Just like everyone else did, he accused me of being the reason his daughter was no more. I've lived with guilt for the past six months and done everything to relieve that guilt. Nothing seems to work though, and I am still stuck in the past. A past I wish that I have the power to change but wishes are not horses. I can only li
Lorenzo Shutting the door to my car, I make my way to the deserted cemetery with a bouquet of lilies in hand. Every time,I walk up these stairs with a heavy heart. It has been five long years since the day I accepted that the love of my life was gone and gone forever. Today is the day we laid her to rest. Every year on this particular day, I come here today to spend time with Megan, remembering the good old days.It's a day I specially dedicated to her alone. Everyone knows that I don't work, not even an emergency stops me from spending time with her.It makes me feel like I am close to her.Standing at the foot of her polished grave,I place my flowers on the gravel then proceed to sit next to them.“How have you been my love?” I ask, cleaning the dry leaves perched on the gravel.Some might think that I am crazy but it helps me when I chat with her. It feels like I am sitting with her sharing a conversation with her while she only listens. Amelia said that it helps and it has been
Megan I look at the woman staring back at me in the reflection of the mirror as I apply my lipstick.I smile to myself loving the look I pulled off for today. I will be attending the Chase family party as the event planner and also Richard's date. I chose to go with a semi-formal look for the party.I am wearing a long blue satin dress. It has a simple neckline and long sleeves, covering enough to feel comfortable but still looks elegant. The waist is fitted, and the skirt flows down to the floor in a soft A-line shape. A small silver design at the waist adds a nice touch, and the dress has a slight train at the back. It feels classy and just right for the occasion.I would have preferred my pants and a satin blouse over these fancy dresses but I can't embarrass Richard after he invited me to his family party.I have been responsible for almost every event that happens in The Chase family. When I opened my company, the Chase family was my first ever big client which I landed without
MeganI pull my car outside the Chase family house. I can see that the guests have started arriving from the number of extravagant cars parked in the driveway. This is the first time the Chase family is holding a banquet at their house. I am used to planning their events at big hotels and restaurants. Richard mentioned that tonight's party will be attended by not only the elites in Vegas,but also from surrounding cities. It's a big business party where investors and clients will be making their appearances and interacting. Richard also said that it is good for my business. He believes that after this party, I might be going home with clients from outside Vegas and honestly I am excited. I step outside my car and make my way to the backyard where the party will be held. I have been here in the past two days decorating the venue and making other necessary arrangements. My clients trust me because I always make sure to do their work to satisfaction. I'd rather concentrate on quality
Lorenzo After making all the necessary arrangements at the office for the two days I'll be away,I make my way to the elevator when my phone starts ringing. Removing the phone from my pants pocket, Amelia's name flashes on the screen. I frown in confusion. I did tell her that I will be away from the city for two days. I also informed her about the dinner we would be going to when I come back so why is she calling again. Swiping my finger across the screen, Amelia's distressed voice rings in my ears. I can hear a male voice shouting in the background and the sound of something crashing on the floor. My heart races with worry as I press the button to the ground floor. The ride which usually seems too short suddenly becomes long. When the elevator opens at the ground floor, I dash and make my way to the already waiting car. “Rico, drive me to Amelia's house.” I order my driver. Rico must have seen the anxiousness on my face. He starts the car immediately. I settle down and t
Megan I'm still coming to terms with the fact that Marco invited me to his family dinner and I agreed. Left to me, I wouldn't have agreed but I still remember what my mother told me the last time we met. She requested me to hear him out and that's why I said yes to his invitation. I am lost in my thoughts when someone taps me in the back. I turn around and see Richard's smiling face. I give him a smile of my own. “Why are you here drinking all by yourself?" he asks, looking at the glass of champagne in my hands. “I just wanted some alone time," I reply. I am not someone who enjoys socializing and attending events. I'd rather work behind the scenes and make the event successful than participate in one. But I couldn't say no to Richard's invitation. “Come, I'll introduce you to someone. He's a good friend of mine and a possible client.”Richard offers me but I shake my head. “I think I have met enough clients so far. If I add more, I am afraid I will have to disappoint other
Lorenzo I still find it hard to believe that Megan is still alive. My woman is alive after five years of coming to terms with the fact that I would never see her again. When I laid my eyes on her, the first reaction I had was shock and disbelief. I had to fight with everything in me not to pull her in my arms and kiss her senseless. Then when she acted like she didn't recognize me, I felt like someone just stabbed me with a sharp poisoned dagger. She ignored me. She fucking ignored me like I was a nobody to her. Maybe I am a nobody now. She has Richard who seems to adore her and that guy Angelo. Why did he call her baby sister? Is there something I need to know about my woman? I have been absent minded throughout the whole time I stayed at the event. Amelia has been bugging me, asking me about my change of behavior since we met that strange woman as she calls her. I haven't said a word about it and I don't plan to do so. I feel like my life has just turned into a soap opera.
LORENZO’S POVA month later.The Chicago airport buzzes with life—travelers rushing past, flight announcements echoing overhead, and the occasional wail of an impatient child. I stand near the arrival gate, hands in my pockets, shifting my weight from one foot to the other.It’s been a long week. No, a long month.After I regained my strength, I took off to Chicago to check on my business and for that one month, I had a lot to deal with.Thankful, everything went as planned.But today, things change, no work today. I was here for my two most precious people in the whole world, who I could give anything for.I check my watch for what must be the tenth time in the last five minutes as I wait, my sunglasses on.I want to feel annoyed but I can't with the thought of my two women coming.Megan’s flight has landed nearly half an hour ago, but customs can take forever. I exhale sharply, glancing toward the exit where passengers are trickling through.Then I see them.Elena is the first to sp
LORENZO’S POVIt has been almost two weeks since I came home with Megan, her house and I don't regret coming here. If I must be honest, then this was the best decision ever.I have a lot of time to spend with my cute little doll and Megan and today, we are out to a park after out little doll force us to take her there.Fortunately, I have been gaining my strength or else I would have turned into a laughing thing to my intelligent doll.If someone had told me that out of all the things I’d faced—ruthless enemies, gunfights, betrayals—the most difficult challenge would be a tiny, four-year-old girl with my blood in her veins who is now standing in front of me, her hands on her waist and ready for a challenge, I would have laughed. Hard.The park is livelier than I expected today. Well, maybe it is as I don't come this other side. Children run in every direction, their laughter blending with the chirping of birds perched on tall, leafy trees. The scent of fresh-cut grass mingles with
LORENZO'S POVI stare into her eyes, unable to look away as emotions rush in like a tide I can’t control.If someone had told me there would come a time when I couldn't mask my emotions because of love, I would have laughed in their face and thought them a fool.But here I am, stripped bare, completely exposed—because of this woman who owns my damn heart. Only God knows how much I care for her and our little angel.I owe her everything for giving me something so pure, so untouched by the darkness I live in.She blushes under my intense gaze, shifting slightly in her seat. "You should stop staring."A slow smirk spreads across my face, widening as the color deepens on her cheeks. The sight of it makes me want to get out of this damn hospital bed, take her somewhere private, and show her exactly how much I want her. Need her. Crave her."And you should stop blushing," I counter, my voice low, teasing.Her blush intensifies, and I swear she looks edible—like something only I should be al
LORENZO'S POVI was in a dream.I knew because Megan and Elena were with me—alive, warm, and laughing.Snowflakes danced in the air, landing on my skin like whispers of a forgotten life. The world was bright, crisp, and full of laughter, the kind I hadn’t heard in a long time.“Daddy! Look! I can fly!” Elena’s voice rang out, high and thrilled, as she sped past me on her skis, arms spread wide like tiny wings. Her dark curls peeked from beneath her beanie, her cheeks flushed with excitement.“Be careful, darling, or even your father won’t be able to save you from me when you're done!” Megan teased, panting beside me, her gloved fingers brushing mine as she adjusted her scarf.“I will, Mama!” Elena’s giggles carried over the snow, pure and free.I didn’t want to wake up.Because in my waking world, they weren’t there.The ache in my chest was a familiar, gnawing thing. How had I made it this far without them? How had I learned to breathe in a world where Megan’s touch and Elena’s laugh
MEGAN'S POVI watch helplessly as Rael beats Lorenzo, turning him black and blue. Blood pours from his body, and he’s stopped moving. The pain swirling in my chest is unbearable."Please stop!" I shout, but the more I scream, the harder Rael strikes, and the harder Elena cries.The water is now at the level of her stomach, and her voice is faint. She’s trembling, fighting the rising fear. Elena has always been strong, but I can see the fear in her eyes, and I don’t know what to say to make her feel better. She’s watching her father whom she only saw in pictures be beaten as if he were nothing more than a fly.Rael’s cruelty knows no bounds. He’s using a poisoned dagger to cut Lorenzo, knowing that just one cut would be enough to make the poison spread. Lorenzo—the man I love, the one who would move mountains to get to me. The man who would do anything to make me stay by his side, even if it meant making me sign a contract. And now, he’s dying in front of me."Didn't you say that you w
LORENZO'S POVThe sight of Megan tied to a pole and my little daughter floating in a small tank, slowly filling with water, was the first thing my eyes landed on as we defeated the last group of thugs preventing us from reaching them.“Save mama, save me!” Elena cried, and my heart almost stopped.Megan didn't say anything, but I could see the tears and the dejection in her eyes. She avoided looking at me, and that hurt even more.But who was this man, and why had he taken my wife and child?“Who are you?” I asked, trying to concentrate.If I wanted to save them, I needed to think straight and not be distracted.“Oh, you don’t know me? Not surprising, though, because I made sure to keep a low profile until I was strong enough to take you on. Six years, Lorenzo! I’ve waited for this day for six years!” He said, and again, I couldn’t place his face.I took a step forward, but he immediately pointed his gun at Megan.“One more step, and this bullet goes through her heart,” he said, and I
MEGAN’S POVI felt a knot of fear tighten in my stomach when the man smiled after hearing the gunshots. At such a moment, I expected him to be shaken, maybe even worried, but instead, he grinned, as if everything was going according to his plan."What's happening? Where are you taking me?" I shouted, struggling to resist, but he only chuckled and gave me a look that sent chills down my spine.It was a look of superiority, like a parent watching a child, a toddler, who thought they could get away with something they had no business doing. It was condescending, and in that moment, I felt small—like a fish trapped in a tank. His tank. I could see the way he looked at me, knowing I was struggling, knowing I was going to die. And there was nothing I could do to change it. All my feeble attempts at resistance would amount to nothing.I was afraid. Terrified. Not for myself, but for Elena. I didn't want to die, not without knowing she would be okay."Please, Mr. Gambino," I begged, my voice
MEGAN’S POVEverything in me hurts.The right side of my face, where that brute hit me, is swollen, and it feels like he dislocated my jaw. My throat burns from shouting, and my heart aches with fear. What have they done to my baby?“Elena? Give me back my baby!” I shout again, slamming my hands against the door. The pain in my hands is unbearable now, from repeating the motion over and over. But still, there’s no response.It’s as if no one on the other side cares about what I’m saying.I don’t know how long it’s been since that man left, but no one has come in. The silence around me is suffocating.I sink down onto the cold floor, and the tears flow without my control. Why would anyone kidnap me? Is it because of Lorenzo again? But the first time this happened, I was alone. Now, I have Elena with me. What if they hurt her?“Please, God, if you really exist, and you can hear me, please save my baby. Don’t let them hurt her. Please keep her safe, Lord. I promise, if you do, I will don
LORENZO’S POV“It’s all your fault.” Angelo shouts immediately we are back at our temporary meeting place. Angelo’s voice is raw with anger, shaking with the force of his rage. His fists clench at his sides, his eyes burning into me with unfiltered hatred. “Six years ago, she almost died, and now we’re here again. I blame you for all of this!” He shouts, a glare fixed on his face. I don’t argue. I don’t even lift my head.Because he’s right.Megan is in this mess because of me.If it weren’t for the fact that—My phone vibrates in my hand, a sharp intrusion into the suffocating silence between us. I glance at the screen.Hugo.I answer immediately. “Hugo?”“Boss, we lost the trail.” His voice is tight, frustrated. “It’s like they’re toying with us. We also found another note.”A notification chimes before he can finish, and I already know what it is. My stomach twists as I open the image.Same paper. Same handwriting.Lorenzo,Loving it so far?How does it feel?A taunt. A reminder.