AMELIA'S POV“Waiter!” I called, my voice slightly slurred as my head throbbed with the weight of too many shots. A dizziness curled in my stomach, threatening to pull me under, but I didn’t care.I needed more.“Another shot!” I demanded when no one responded.The club pulsed around me, the music blaring, a deep, thrumming bass shaking the walls. Neon lights flickered overhead, casting flashes of red, blue, and green over the writhing bodies on the dance floor. The air reeked of sweat, alcohol, and cheap cologne.On stage, strippers swung their bodies against gleaming poles, moving to the rhythm of the music, while drunken men howled and tossed crumpled bills at their feet. Others danced near the stage, their movements wild and uncoordinated, lost in their drunken stupor.Unfortunately, none of it entertained me.All I saw—burned into the back of my mind—was her.That woman.That bitch.The one I had visited earlier in her office. The one who had stolen him from me.Megan!Only godde
AMELIA'S POV"Please, let me go! Don’t do this to me!"My desperate cries vanished into the thick, suffocating air of the club, swallowed whole by the deafening music and the oblivious, writhing crowd. No one turned. No one looked. It was as if the world had gone deaf to my suffering.The man’s foul breath fanned against my cheek, reeking of whiskey and sweat. His fingers—disgusting, unwanted fingers—slid further and inside my pantie.Oh no!He wanted to finger me!No. No. No.Panic clawed at my chest, but my limbs felt useless, drunk and heavy. My heartbeat pounded in my ears, my breath ragged. Do something! my mind screamed. But what? I was too weak, too dizzy—Then, instinct kicked in.I bit down—hard—on his ear.A guttural scream tore from his throat. He stumbled back, clutching his ear as he cursed.But strangely, no one came.The club continued to pulse around us. Laughter, music, the clinking of glasses—it was like I didn’t even exist.The man recovered quickly, his eyes now mu
LORENZO’S POVI stood at the entrance of my mansion, my expression composed, face unreadable—but the fury raging within me was boundless. I couldn’t believe Amelia had stooped so low, meddling in affairs that did not concern her. The mere thought of her seeking out Megan made my blood boil. If Gino didn't tell me about the little stunt she pulled, I wouldn't have believed it. But, am I really surprised? After how childish she acted: leaving Vegas on the middle of the night after our fight, i should have expected this. Touching Megan is however my bottom line, something I can't allow. She had always been reckless, but this? This was crossing a line.I glared at her as she stood at my doorstep, my body composed, face emotionless,but the fury coursing through my veins had no bounds.She had truly lost her mind.Well, maybe she thought I wouldn't find out but she was definitely wrong because I had my eyes all over especially when it concerned Megan, the mother of my child.“Can I come i
Megan povYesterday was a disaster. After that crazy bitch came around demanding that I stop seeing Lorenzo, I ended up snapping and Fiona. She didn't deserve to be treated like that. It was very wrong of me to transfer my anger to my secretary. Although I did apologise, I still feel bad about it. Today is the last day I have to take care of things at the office and hand over the operations to Fiona. I will be travelling to Chicago tomorrow and without knowing how long I will be staying there, I can't just leave things unattended. The door to my office is knocked twice and a moment later, Fiona’s heels click on the floor. I set aside my laptop and give her my full attention. She has her usual ipad in hand which she uses to schedule the company affairs. “ Something you need?” I ask and she nods awkwardly. I raise my brows at her actions, already knowing that I might not like what I am about to hear. Nevertheless, I don't say a word. “ Yes. About the client yesterday. Since she had
Megan POV “What nonsense are you talking about?” I ask Angelo who just raises his eyebrows at me. I can see the look on his face screaming don't take me for a fool.“You mean Lorenzo?” I ask,my gaze wavering and he scoffs.“ So you did know who I was talking about. Are you planning on getting back together with him?” Angelo repeats. As much as Angelo looks composed outside,I know he is nothing but calm inwardly.If there's someone who loathes Lorenzo, that has to be my twin brother. At some point,I joked that they were mortal enemies in their previous lives.“ What makes you think that?” I ask. What gives him the impression that I want to get back with Lorenzo? I don't think I ever displayed that interest,much less with Angelo near.“ Isn't that why that crazy woman was drinking herself to death last night? As expected of that Casanova. The moment he realized you are still alive,he didn't hesitate to dump the other woman and come chasing after you like a crazy dog.” Angelo spats angr
Lorenzo pov After battling my resolve last night, I finally texted Megan. I don't know why I felt bad when she didn't reply. I mean, I should have expected that, right? I ended up not catching any sleep throughout the night. Today however, I'm flying to Vegas. Fuck that stupid decision of staying away from her, I can't do that anymore. She will have to forgive me but after mourning her death for six fucking years, I don't know why I stupidly convinced myself that staying away was an option. I am at my office waiting for Hugo who said he got Intel from Gino. I still haven't forgotten how someone thought they can run a hit on me. I have to admit, it was a close call and Vegas not being my turf, that coward took advantage of that. After minutes of playing around absentmindedly with my pen, the door is pushed open and Hugo makes his appearance. “ What took you so long?” I grumble in annoyance. Hugo ignores my whining and slaps a thick file on my desk. I cock my brows at him.
MEGAN’S POV“Hasten your steps, sweetheart.”Elena’s small hand tugged at mine as her wide eyes scanned the busy airport, absorbing every detail with the curiosity only a child possessed. She was full of questions, always eager to understand the world around her. It was something I adored about her.Smart. Observant. Sharp.What else could I expect from Lorenzo’s blood?“Mommy, look! A man with a big hat!” Elena whispered loudly, pointing at a tall man in a cowboy hat striding past us.My face burned with embarrassment as the man, wearing dark sunglasses, turned at the sound of her voice.“Elena,” I murmured, squeezing her hand lightly in warning. But before I could steer her attention away, the man chuckled.“Hello, little angel,” he greeted warmly, his deep voice carrying over the airport’s chatter.A smile tugged at my lips despite my unease.“Hello! What’s your name?” Elena asked boldly, her natural confidence showing through. It's something she has always possessed. “Sweetheart,
MEGAN’S POVWhen I woke up, everything around me was a blur.The air was thick, stale, and heavy with an unfamiliar scent—something damp and metallic. Dust clung to my tongue, making it hard to swallow. My body ached, my limbs stiff as if I had been lying in the same position for too long. I forced my eyes open, blinking against the dim light flickering from a single weak bulb overhead.Where was I?A sharp pang of fear curled in my stomach as my surroundings came into focus. The room was small, cold, and lifeless, with nothing but bare concrete walls and a grimy floor and one chair at the centre. Shadows stretched along the corners, dark and menacing. The silence was suffocating, broken only by the sound of my own ragged breathing.I pushed myself upright, my hands trembling as I tried to gather my bearings. My pulse pounded against my ribs, each thud growing louder, faster. Something wasn’t right.Then it hit me like a crashing wave, and my breath caught in my throat.This wasn’t t
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
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