MeganSofia's voice rings in my ears and I'm not surprised she's the one who ordered someone to kidnap me. The blindfold is removed and I blink my eyes to adjust to the sudden assault of light. “It's good to see you again, sister.”Sofia says in a mocking voice.I glare at her. “I wouldn't say the same thing Sophia. There's nothing pleasant about seeing your ugly face.” I retort, A resounding slap echoes through the room and my cheeks burn from the impact. “Ugly you say?”she snaps, “then I will show you what ugly looks like.”she adds slapping me across the face again. “ Stop it both of you. I didn't bring her here to watch you two fight like cats and mice," Another familiar voice says. My eyes follow the direction of the voice and there she is;Harriet Javier's mother sitting on a chair and watching us like we are some clowns. She stands from her chair and starts walking towards me. She stalks at me each of her footsteps ringing warning bells in my mind. “ Megan,” she calls “ yo
LorenzoAfter a much needed long shower, I step out of the bathroom and get dressed to start my work for the day.Last night was very hectic. I was in the middle of something with Megan when my second in command,Hugo called. Apparently there was some trouble at the docks.For the second time this month someone tried to screw me over. I left the house in a hurry.of course I know Megan was disappointed but I know she understands that business means business.I don't mix business with pleasure, when duty calls, I drop everything else and attend to it.I haven't managed to be who I am by lazing around. We spend the whole night hunting the group that has been trying to fuck with me.Last night, two of my guards at the warehouses were found dead mysteriously. We were supposed to dispatch a very important shipment but with everything happening, I had to postpone it. I don't want something like what happened the other time to repeat itself. It pisses me off that I did not get to know who
I rush to her scooping her in my arms and hug her tightly. She trembles in my arms, a whimper leaving her lips. I can feel my anger simmering deep within me at the sight of my woman. her cheeks swollen and clothes tattered makes me almost lose my mind.A moment later, Hugo walks to me.he doesn't say a word just patting me on the shoulder. He doesn't need to say shit and he knows that very well. “ L-Lorenzo,”Megan calls in a weak voice. I give her a kiss on the forehead and murmur words of assurance that she is alright. That everything is alright and nobody is going to hurt her as long as I am here. I carry her in my arms and don't let her go until we are inside the car. I try to place her at the passenger seat so that I can get on the wheel but her grip on me gets tighter. “Don't,”she whispers. I can see that she's scared.I can feel it. Who wouldn't be scared after what she went through?for someone who has been sheltered all her life, she must be shaken by what happened today.
Lorenzo POV“Do you think that fucker knows something?” Hugo asks and I shake my head in denial. I don't think that Hunter is aware of the plans we have for him.I mean it's just me,my grandfather and Hugo who knows about the whole shit. “ Maybe he's just paranoid,” I reason but the look on Hugo's face tells me that he'd rather hear another answer than that. “You know that I don't like hearing that it's either no or yes.”he says, shaking his head. “What do you want me to say,Hugo? That the asshole already know that we plan to make a move against him? Of course I'm not going to say that and if you want to know what he is thinking,why don't you go and ask him?”I propose and Hugo glares at me. Of course he won't be doing that.it's akin to opening a tiger's mouth to see what it's chewing. “ I don't like this one bit and I don't like the fact that that bastard had the balls to come here and dictate us to receive his shipment. Who knows what he is bringing here in Chicago.”Hugo says an
Megan POVI blink my eyes open and adjust to the sudden assault of light. I look around and see that I am in a familiar room,my bedroom. I try to recall how I ended up here and the memories of what happened yesterday floods my mind. I was on my way to see my father when the car broke down and then a man approached me offering to help me only to kidnap me. Then I met Sofia and Harriet. I also remember the sound of bullets flying in the air and Lorenzo's voice as picked me up. I can't remember what happened after that but I guess Lorenzo brought me home. I lift my tired body and step out of bed making my way to the bathroom. I clean myself and brush my teeth before heading downstairs. I am walking down the staircase when a sweet aroma assaults my nose. My stomach chooses that moment to protest and a grumble echoes in the room. I make my way straight to the kitchen. It was around midday when I was kidnapped yesterday and since I am waking up now, that means that I haven't had any me
“Why are you always so stubborn,Megan?” Katalina asks and I can feel the frustration in a voice. “This is not about you anymore, this is about your safety and your father's. You just said it yourself,Harriet and Sophia are two crazy bitches. Do you think you can stop them if they want to hurt you? Take for example, you were kidnapped yesterday. Did you see it coming?” Katalina snaps. It's not like I don't understand what she is trying to tell me, it's just that I don't like it when people clean after my mess. “And don't try to give me that bullshit that you don't want Lorenzo to be responsible for you.He is your husband, he is your man. It doesn't matter how long you two will be married.as long as you are under him it is his fucking responsibility to protect you.” Katalina adds before moving to me and taking my hands in hers. “Listen to me Megan,just this once,alright?” She pleads with me. Yesterday it was Harriet and Sophia but who knows who will be kidnapping you the next time?”
Lorenzo POVI watch as Hunter Gambino walks to the table where I am seated with Megan. The asshole has a woman glued to him yet I can feel his lecherous gaze at my woman. Then that comment he makes rubs me the wrong way. what does he mean by the romantic type?and the fucker even knows Megan's full name? Has he been investigating me secretly? Well, what did I expect from a sick bastard like him?“What a surprise to see you here.” I say, my voice controlled,but I don't hide my displeasure. “ Oh, my girl wanted to try the foods of Chicago so I accompanied her.” he replies and I scoff inwardly. What kind of bullshit Is he feeding me? Does he think I am stupid or something? The man is known to be a cruel dominant and he keeps a harem of submissives. looking at the woman in his arms,she doesn't look anything like a play thing. He was here for some shady business and I am going to find that out. Not many people know that I own this Italian restaurant. It is one of my legal businesses
Lorenzo POVI park my car outside Harriet's house and jump out before making a beeline to her house.Along the way,I contemplated a thousand ways to teach this woman a lesson, but I know that grandfather will never allow me to lay my hands on her. That doesn't mean that I will let her continue playing threatening games with Megan. I'm not going to allow anybody to mess around what's mine. The guards outside her house try to stop me. One look at me and they know that I won't hesitate to snap their neck if they try to get in my way. The relaxed look on Harriet's face tells me that she has been waiting for me.She must have known that I captured that bitch and her thug. “To what pleasure do I owe this visit,Lorenzo?she asks,a smirk on her conniving face. She has that relaxed look on her face, like no shit can faze her. “ I am not here to exchange pleasantries with you Harriet. I'm here to give you one last warning to stop pissing on me.”She smiles at my words before shrugging noncha
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