Falling in love with the Devil’s son

ELENA CARLSON“Oh my God, Elena,” Emily wrapped me in a bear hug, one of her hands tightening around me while the other hand pushed through my hair after I concluded the ordeal of my life to her. Emily had been my friend since we were in kindergarten. I had shown up in her house unannounced as I had nowhere else to go and she had welcomed me with open arms. “I hate him, Emily. I hate him so fucking much. He used me, he never loved me. I went to prison for that man, and this is all I got in return,” I mumbled as more tears streamed down my cheeks. “I can't believe he was married to you for seven fucking years just to get back his brother’s money,” Emily said in disbelief.“I am so stupid. Why didn't I see it from miles away? The way he approached me, flirting at his own brother’s funeral with me. He made me feel loved, less lonely. He love-bombed me, I thought he was like Braden….” I couldn't even finish my words. Braden would never do this to me. Luke is anything but Braden.“It

ATLAS GRANTSEVEN YEARS AGO“ I am here to visit, Elena Carlson,” I muttered to the guard in the black and white striped uniform. My voice was shaky. This would be the first time I stepped into a prison. Elena is a stranger to me, I mean, she doesn't know me. But I know her. “And who are you?” the Guard with the unlinked goatee had asked. I hesitated, not sure if I should give my real name.“Atlas, Atlas Jasper,” I responded, Jasper was my middle name. He buzzed me in and I made my way to the visitor area. I sat down, gently tapping the table nervously as I waited for Elena, she had not been convicted yet. Her trial would be in a few days, and I was here to stop her from making the biggest mistake of her life.She strode in with handcuffs in her hands, her eyes were dim and her eye patches faded in pale yellow. Her hair was messy and it looked like she had lost a few pounds. I adjusted my sunshades and fake mustache. I had worn a disguise because I didn't want her to know who I w

ATLASI was just on my way to my office when the call came in. Sighing, I slid my fist off my jaw and tapped the answer button on the screen. “Yes,” I grumbled out, keeping my eyes on the highway. “Why do you sound so snappy this early?”My father’s voice filtered through the car speaker, grating on my nerves. “This early?” I bit back. “It’s past ten, father.”What did he want? He rarely called. “I see,” he paused, an uncomfortable silence stretching for the next few seconds. “Well,” he added after a while, “we’ll be having this.. brunch thing in thirty minutes, and I’d like for you to be here.”“Why do you want me there?” I demanded, my tone even colder. “I mean, this is new.”“It’s important that you’re here, Atlas,” my father retorted in an equally cold tone, the playfulness vanishing into thin air. “We’ll be discussing business and sorts.”Sighing heavily, I lifted one hand and raked it through my hair, highly displeased at the sudden disruption of my plans. “Well, informing

ELENAI watched as Atlas picked up the document and threw it down in front of him, keeping his gaze fixed on mine all the while.His gaze was electrifying, and somehow rid me of every saliva in my mouth, making me squirm in my seat.“Are you going to sign that or not?” I croaked out, sticking out my tongue and running it across my lower lip.He cocked a brow as his fingers skimmed the document to the last page. “Did I say I wasn’t going to?” He shot back, his voice low and husky, his eyes dark and droopy.I adjusted again in my seat, clearing my throat as I suddenly felt small under his intimidating gaze. “Well, uhm,” I licked my lips again, my teeth grazing it a bit, “you’re just wasting a lot of time, so I think m-maybe you don’t want to. Because if you’re cool with the terms, you would have—“He scoffed in a surprisingly polite manner, cutting me off, then bent his head and scribbled his signature at the bottom of the page. “You didn’t think I was simply mesmerized by your beauty?”

ELENA“What the fuck you doing here?” I demanded, my voice sharp as steel.Atlas paused a few steps away from where I sat, staring down at me with a blank expression.I bolted to my feet moments later, enraged. “Are you stalking me now?” I queried, my tone growing harsher. “Is that it?!”That would explain why he was here, in this graveyard, right? Could he be here because of Braden?No… how would that happen?Why did he keep popping up everywhere I went, in my head and all?The expression on his face shifted to a slightly puzzled look, and I blew out a blast of air in annoyance, pushing my fingers through my hair.“Look, Atlas,” I started in a pissed tone, glaring at him, “I’ve had enough of you and your bullshit today, trust me. You and every other fucking Grant. So I believe it would be best if you just stayed away from me, huh?”Without waiting for a response, I tumbled the rest of the wine in my mouth, and crouched down to snatch up the box I’d come with.“Excuse me,” I bumped in