Megan povSophia's overly sweet voice rings and I lift my face to see her standing behind Javier who is looking at me. “ I think I just asked a damn question Megan?” She shrieks, her eyes glaring at me. I fight the urge to roll my eyes at her absurdity. “ What are we doing here? Why don't you ask your lover?” I ask her meaningfully. Sophia turns to look at Javier who looks guilty as fuck. He dares not meet her gaze, making me scoff. I still can't believe I had lived with that kind of a man for years. He cheated on me with Sophia while we were married and now that we ain't married anymore, he wants me and Sophia too? He wants to eat his cake and have it too? The nerves. “ Javier, what's this bitch talking about?” Sophia asks, her gaze hardening. I smile, pleased with myself. It's stupid how Sophia thinks that Javier would be faithful to her when he wasn't to me. “ Oh well. I would love to watch a lover's quarrel but I don't have the time right now.” I say with a smile before
LorenzoI don't know what came over me when I saw Javier hold my doll. Not with the nasty offer he made her at the hospital. That sick fuck! After sticking his dick inside Sophia's pussy and choosing her over Megan,he dares come around proposing such idiotic deals? I usually don't bother with his actions but when it comes to my doll, that's where we draw the line. I warned him earlier to stay away from my woman but that fucktard seems to have a knack of annoying me. But, he will pay for his disobedience. Family of not, no one fucks around what belongs to me. Grandfather has strict rules that no member of the family shall hurt the other but damn the rules. If I don't remind Javier that Megan is mine, then I am not Lorenzo Massimo. They don't call me the devil for no reason in the streets. I have a reputation to uphold and that involves marking my territory. Megan is mine. She is my property and that sick fuck will learn that. Not just learn, he will respect that or I won't hesitate
Lorenzo pov“ So, what do you think?” I ask Hugo after Hunter Gambino leaves my office. He shakes his head. “ You know what my answer will be.” Hugo didn't seem impressed by the man nor his offer. Not like I did but I tried not to show it. With grandfather stepping down and leaving me to control the business, he has been on and about how the Gambino family might be what we need to step up. I don't think so. “ What do you think he wants to ship?” As much as the guy said it's nothing too serious, he doesn't look like someone I can trust. I don't want to find myself in a hole I can't drag myself out of. “ I don't know but it's nothing good. The last thing I heard was that the family is known for human trafficking and smuggling.”I am not shocked to hear that. Sure, my family is into illegal business but we don't sell arms or even do drugs talk less of human trafficking. “ I wouldn't be shocked to find out they traffic children. Anything dirty seems like their cup of tea.” You
Megan povThrusting, tasting, caressing,Lorenzo’s tongue skillfully sent me to a haze . His kisses are intoxicating and I am so lost in them that I don't feel when his hands unzip my dress. The cold night breeze kisses my skin, making me shiver. Lorenzo pulls away, his eyes trailing from my lips to my collarbones to now my exposed teats. The way he looks at me with such intense want.No man has ever looked at me like that before, not like I have been with many. Javier was not the passionate kind. He liked vanilla sex. Not like I am complaining but Lorenzo is on another whole hell of a level. His gaze... So ravenous and desperate. Like he wants nothing more than taking me in the wildest of ways. My dress pools on my waist with Lorenzo standing between my thighs, his erection pressing on my stomach. We stare at each other as if we are searching for something.He cups my cheek and runs his thumb over my lips.My body quivers when his tongue traces the outline of my ear before biti
Lorenzo povI watch with satisfaction as Megan rides over her orgasm, panting hard. Her soft skin glistens with sweat, her eyes trained on my thick mushroom which is already lubricated with precum, waiting to penetrate her tight little cunt and dominate her till she can't take it anymore. I prefer my women wild in bed but I know Megan is different from the women I have been fucking over the years. She is delicate and while I love taking pleasure in fucking women senseless, I want to do something different with her. I want to give her pleasure, watch as she writhes underneath me, crying and shouting my name as I drill her pretty cunt and water her garden with my seeds.She has such a perfect body, curvy in all the right places, her pussy is so pink and juicy, her perky breasts sits proudly on her chest. I can already imagine the sight of them bouncing with every thrust.I can't control the lust that rises in me when I see her. It is like a beast rising up from within, and if I don't
Megan povIt's been a week since my father had his surgery. He has been showing signs of improvement. The attending doctor said that he will wake up anytime.Looking at his peaceful face, I can't help but lower myself to plant a kiss on his forehead. Thanks to Lorenzo, my father can recover without having to worry when we will be kicked out from unpaid bills. Lorenzo had him moved to a vip ward with an a nurse to take care of him when I am not around. Now, I can finally have time to deal with other matters. The door clicks open and I turn around with a smile only to freeze the moment I lay my eyes on the visitor. Javier's mother? What the hell is she doing here? “ I don't think you are welcomed here. You should leave.” I dismiss her with the harshest tone I can muster. I am no fool to believe she is here for any good. Nothing good can come out of this snake of a woman. “ Megan dear, what's with the tone? Can't I come see my ex-daughter-in- law?” She mocks, her eyes filled with
LorenzoI take a drag on my cigar, my mind going to Megan’s behaviour lately. I can tell that something is bothering. After her father woke up, I thought she would be thrilled but she has been clouded with fear. I can see it in her eyes, smell it all around her. I asked her what could be the problem but she brushed me off, stating that she is tired. Excuses. That's what that was but I chose not to push her. I have my ways of digging around and knowing the truth. She is my baby doll, I can't have her stressed over anything. The sound of my office food opening draws me back from my thoughts. Hugo approaches, a huge file in his hands. He keeps the file before me and takes a seat opposite me. He lits his cigar and takes a drag. All this time, I have my eyes trained on him. “ I did as instructed and just as we expected, that pig is nothing but dirty.”I can sense anger in his words. Probably from what he found out about that Gambino bastard. Taking the files, I peruse through the
Hugo's words linger in my mind as I make my way to the hospital. Today, I am here to visit my father-in-law. That name sounds so strange even in my mind but it is what it is.I never had the chance to visit Mr Clark since he woke up. With the company to manage and my crew to lead, I often find myself heading straight home, exhausted. Coupled with going home to a beautiful and sexy hot wife, I can't trade that for anything in the world. Knocking on the door to announce my arrival, I push the door open. Mr Clark sits on his table with his attending nurse feeding him what I presume to be Porridge. For someone who is still recovering, that seems to be the dish doctors recommend. The man's eye pierce me and I don't need anyone to tell me that he doesn't like me that much. I mean, not many people do. I am still surprised he can keep his composure around me. Many people scramble to hide after seeing me. Unwillingly, I offer him a gentle smile. I doubt it comes out gentle though from
Megan povTwo years laterSometimes, life plays out differently than we expected or planned. As I stand before the mirror, admiring the woman reflected in the mirror, I can't help but smile. Sic years. That's what it took me to realize that the only place I belonged to was by Lorenzo's side. And today is that day we are gonna tie the knot and unite in holy matrimony. What started as a contract marriage is transforming to something special and beautiful. The past two years have been nothing but eventful. About a year ago, I gave birth to our second child, a son. When we learnt about my pregnancy, Lorenzo wanted us to get married immediately. I didn't like the idea of wearing my wedding gown with a bulging belly. It didn't help that I had a lot of work to do. From managing my fathers company in Chicago to my own company in Vegas. Lorenzo was also busy with the real estate project his company was working on in Vegas so we agreed to hold the wedding at a later date. After all, in the
MEGAN’S POV Katalina stirred her cappuccino, watching me over the rim of her cup with a smirk that I didn’t trust. “How long has it been since you started living together?” she asked, her voice laced with curiosity.I leaned back in my chair, letting the scent of roasted coffee beans and vanilla swirl around me. My favorite coffee shop, my favorite corner, and yet, she had dragged me out of my office, claiming I was overworking myself.“Three months,” I said, smiling as I traced the rim of my cup with my fingertip. “And it still feels like yesterday.”Three months since I moved back to Chicago. Three months of waking up beside Lorenzo, of feeling his warmth seep into my skin, of watching him keep every single promise he had made to me.Lorenzo wasn’t just loving—he was attentive, as if he had memorized my every need and made it his mission to fulfill them before I even realized what I wanted. He treated me like a queen, making up for every second we had lost.I lifted my cup, craving
MEGAN’S POV I couldn’t even remember how the rest of the evening played out because Lorenzo was glued to my side like he was afraid I’d disappear. Every time someone tried to steal a moment with me, he would find an excuse to pull me away—into random rooms, dark corners, anywhere he could have me to himself. And every single time, he kissed me like his life depended on it, like he had been starving and I was the only thing that could satisfy his hunger.Then, as if nothing had happened, we’d step back into the party, his arm wrapped tightly around me, his smirk daring anyone to question it. Everyone noticed, of course. They weren’t blind. But no one said a word. Not when it was our night. Not when I was finally going to get married—for real this time.By the end of the celebration, after receiving endless congratulations and well wishes, we left. Lorenzo’s father had insisted on keeping Elena for the night, claiming he wanted to spend more time with her. And honestly? We were too eag
MEGAN’S POVLorenzo was on one knee, his dark eyes locked onto mine, his face illuminated by the soft glow of lights I hadn't even noticed turning on. The world around us had faded into silence, leaving only the sound of my pounding heart and his steady, expectant breaths.“Megan, will you try me for real this time?" His voice was rough with emotion, his grip on the velvet box tight, as if he feared I might vanish before he could place the ring on my finger.I couldn't speak. My throat closed up. The sight of him kneeling before me, the weight of what he was asking, settled over me like a storm. I had promised him another chance—I had vowed to try—but this? This was something bigger, something permanent.This was me handing over my heart, my trust, my life to him once again.And the last time I'd done that, he'd shattered me.Lorenzo saw the hesitation in my eyes, his brows drawing together, his fingers tightening around the ring box. “Megan," he whispered, his voice hoarse, "I know I
MEGAN’S POVThe past month had been...i don't even know how to describe it, a storm of emotions, but somehow, everything had fallen into place. For the first time in what felt like forever, I could breathe.Who would have thought that after what Rael did to Lorenzo, he’d survive?Yet here he was—alive, strong, and laughing as he played with Elena, our daughter. The sight of them on the floor together, her tiny fingers tugging at his shirt as he pretended to lose a playful tug-of-war, warmed me in ways I couldn’t describe. I curled up on the couch, sipping my favorite wine, letting the moment settle over me like a comforting blanket.Then, for what felt like the twentieth time today, Lorenzo’s phone rang."Excuse me, I have to take this," he muttered, already standing.I watched as he strode away, his back tense, voice low when he answered. I had never minded his work calls before, not when we first moved to Chicago, not when he had to step away in the middle of a meal, but lately… som
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