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 After leaving the club, I dismiss my driver. My head is so full of undigested information that Hugo and Red fed me. The dry gentle breeze seems like a good way for me to clear up my thoughts. I clutch at the small paper which contains Megan's resident address that Hugo slipped in my hands earlier. When I brought up the matter of meeting with Megan earlier, Red did not like the idea. “My sister is finally moving on with her life, must you come back and ruin everything?” Those were her words. The words that stabbed me like a poisonous dagger straight to my heart. Everyone else seemed too concerned about Megan; they didn't seem to realize that just like her, I was in a lot of pain. There isn't a single night I don't regret making the wrong choice back then. Everyday I pray that I might be given a chance to apologize to her. I know that a simple apology cannot change anything, especially not what I did to her,but that has never stopped me from hoping. It's like l
Lorenzo Amelia seemed taken aback by my outburst. “Lorenzo…” she calls, sending me a look of unease. “What do you think you are doing?" I repeat my earlier question, sending a glare her way. “I thought I would…I mean we would…” “We would do what, Amelia? you thought we would sleep together just because you offered me your body. Do you think I am that type of a man?” Her earlier actions when I dropped her at the hotel and now, she was parading her naked body on my bed? I don't know what gave her the impression that I would be interested in her if she threw herself at me. Six years of knowing each other and I never attempted to think of her as more than a friend. Seeing her actions today to say that I was disappointed would be an understatement. There's a type of woman I loathe most and I thought Amelia was not one of them but her actions were proving me wrong. “Lorenzo, I want you. What's so bad about a woman wanting a man?” Amelia inquires,her eyes holding my gaze. “Ther
Lorenzo POV I inform Hugo that I will be staying in Vegas for more days. After what I found out and my plans for Megan,I can't just fly back to Chicago now. Hugo doesn't need to ask why I changed my decision.“Okay I'll take care of things over here while you are away.”After ending the call, I dial Amelia's number. I am not surprised when the call doesn't go through. She must have blocked me. Choosing to ignore her tantrums, I make my way to the bathroom and take a bath. Since I will be staying here for a few days, I decide to head over to the office branch of my company. I might as well have a look of how things are going on over here while I take care of my personal business.I drive myself to the office, giving my men a day off. Vegas is a big and famous city. They might as well take this opportunity to tour around.When I arrive at the company, I am welcomed by my branch manager, Mr Davis. He is someone I have been working with for the last ten years. After I opened a company
Megan POV “Thanks for everything you did for the company in our previous event. The client was very pleased with our work and as a result, everyone earned a bonus.” I announce and the employees burst into cheers and laughter. “Fiona will be distributing the bonuses. I thank you sincerely from the bottom of my heart and hope that you will extend with the good work." I watch as excitement paints all of my employees' faces and can't help but smile. One thing I learned from my mother about business is that keeping your employees happy is the road to achieve success.Fiona approaches me with a smile on her face. “They are so happy.” She comments and I nod in agreement. “They deserve it. The Chase family was very pleased with the arrangement and organization of the event. Without each and every one of them, we wouldn't have made it.” I reply.When I started this company, I had less than ten employees. We started from scratch with them and as the company expanded we managed to hire
MeganThe last thing I expected when I agreed to bring my daughter here for lunch was running into Lorenzo. I can't be mistaken, that's his voice. I would recognize it even in my dreams. How can I forget the voice of the person who made me taste hell after being my happiness? The person who promised me heaven on earth but put me through pain? What I didn't anticipate was Lorenzo catching us talking about him. I turn around slowly and come face to face with his handsome face. One thing I noticed at the party yesterday and becoming solid is that the six years we have been apart, he only grew more handsome. I don't know if it's me but ageing looks good on him. He has this attractive charm that leaves you wanting to take a second look and probably get lost in it. Forcing myself to tear my eyes off his face, I acknowledge him with raised brows. Lorenzo has a smile on his face and I fight the urge to roll my eyes at him. Why smile as if he is pleased to see me? “ Megan, I didn't expect
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