Authors POV.Nikolai.It wasn't so easy with her now that it was real; he was beginning to feel emotions he never wanted in the first place; one was guilt, hot, soaking, dripping guilt.He couldn't shake off the feeling that he was the reason for her sudden loss of confidence after years of ignoring her existence, repeatedly choosing Alexa over her even though he knew she had some feelings for him.He remembered that night, the night Alexa left again, the night he had fallen toward the liquor, stoned himself so severely it had taken a bunch of walls to get him to his room finally.Successful in not hitting the ground, he turned in the knob of the door, pushing it open, and came to the sight of her sitting on his bed.Only in her skimpy blue nightie and barefoot, she didn't look lost, she had a mission, and he had never felt so weak at the sight of a semi-naked woman.It had to be because he was at his lowest point didn't mean he didn't put up a fight trying hard to resist her.So his b
Elena's POV.A smile teased at my lips as I took in the hustling and bustling in La Belle. It had never been like this since I took over; it had never been like since the company's history.All changed after the interview I had with Sofia.The orders had been trooping from both men and women, who wanted to look like I had promised or wanted their partners with a touch of daring.The lingerie where in high demand, especially spicy, and successfully I had put La Belle on the pedestal. I yearned for Mason to be here to see what I put together and how I had breathed life into the company that he had left for dead.But he wasn't.The phone pressed to my ear; I received phone calls from top boutiques in Italy wanting a supply of our creations; I had never felt so incredible, although I was stressed out. The lack of staff had Char and Joey out of their office, screaming into the phone and yelling orders.If this continued, I doubted I'd be needed Nikolai's card; it felt amazing just being in
Authors POV.He watched her, still fidgety from her eruption, running from the result her outburst had created; he gazed at the laptop seated on the table; there were some things it couldn't answer.All of those words were because she was caught unawares. After all, she was scared; cool, she just led him to his first clue; his man was still close, even around, and there was a high chance she still saw him.Would she trust him enough to protect her if she knew what he was? If he knew the demon behind this skin, the monster he had contained all by himself?The devil she saw snippets of?He couldn't shake off the feeling he was also a target of this unknown fiance she kept hidden, and to her, she was saving herself, but he knew none of them were safe.In times like this, he needed Milo since he couldn't do too much under public scrutiny. But then, since Aunt Abby scolded, he hadn't reached out, and Milo seemed calm with the space.He wouldn't feel this shitty if he was in Calabria.No,
It was a wonder how he knew this was coming; there had always been this pull; he ran from it and pushed himself to the opposite track only to return to the starting point.But it wasn't too late."Dad, I can't, I can't do what you're asking me to," he responded, knowing he was treading on slippery ground. Of course, they could all be gangsters until it came to their father; he still had the stare to get them on their knees.Wasn't he the godfather?"You didn't just say that did you?" Derinem's voice, although calm, held ice; that was him; he just never lost it. "Nico, hai appena ascoltato tutto quello che ho detto? Estella è morta" _Nico, did you listen to everything I said? Estella is dead_"Dad, I know, I know!" he tried desperately, "I heard you clearly, but I can't, Dad. I made my choice years ago, you agreed to it, you understand where my limit of being a Xavier stopped; I have responsibilities."Derinem let the silence fester for length before he breathed out his baritone-holdin
He returned home that evening, drained, flush, and still without a clue what to do; climbing down from the car, he raised his head to find her at the window, a glass of wine in her hold.She locked eye contact with him, then, in annoyance, she pulled back away from sight and brought the curtains down.He sighed, unbuttoning his jacket and walking into the house, nodding his head at greetings thrown at him in all directions and making his way into his office.He wasn't ready to face her now; he knew she was angry; what else could explain why she didn't pick up his calls, turning off her phone and finally blocking his number?On his way to the office, Noah met him, "Welcome back, sir,""Any news I'm supposed to know about?""I'll start with the most important," Noah began, "Fabio Conti hitting the phone in the office nonstop,"With what was on the ground, that didn't seem like a problem, at least not to him anymore; he didn't want to be bugged. He just wanted to think."Anything else?"
Work went rough the next day. She couldn't get her mind off the mystery she had seen in Nikolai's gaze, how it had lit up with excitement when she had given him her answers. He seemed ready to show her whatever this was. If only it would calm her down. She couldn't help but wonder what it was. Maybe he was involved in something terrible.Bad, like? It was hard to imagine him committing a crime. She almost chuckled. Weren't they all talking about glassy-eyed Nikolai? Even when she had suspected him some time ago, she had little doubt. And when he finally set her straight, it was a relief she didn't know she needed.Now, wiggling her toes on the floor, she felt slightly excited. If he wanted to show her his little secret of who he was and not what he sold to the public, didn't it mean he now trusted her enough? She smiled to herself. Was it wise to have a little hope? Urgh, let the girl have a little fantasy.So there she was, smiling, when Noah came in being escorted by Joey, who was n
Author's POVLUCA***He knew he shouldn't be here. The reasons he had been in his car, staring at the door, waiting for a sign, any sign to get him ringing that doorbell and facing her.But as she had told him after she found out Grace was pregnant and broke the news that day, he had thought that would soften her heart towards him.But he was wrong.***"Grace is pregnant, Luca, and I want to be there for my grandson when she gives birth."He had been sitting on the bed, his head lowered, palms balled, supporting his chin, hating the heaviness of the atmosphere.It had never been like this since they were married. Now, he was receiving weeks of silent treatment.Derinem had said he should let her have the space she needed.But it wasn't working. At least, that's what he saw. Lina couldn't even stand the sight of him. Although she had managed to do away with Matteo's things, it didn't change things between them.He has felt relieved when she called him to talk things out.Even though s
NICO***He had seen her going weak; he had seen her eyes dilating; knowing what was happening, he had caught her before she fell to the floor.She was so limp; mouth parted open, breaths sounding like wisps."Elena," he whispered, his face close to hers.And only a distinctive murmur came from her lips; at least he knew she was still alive, just knocked out of her stand. He was trying his best not to chuckle; she had looked like she could handle whatever was coming, demanding the mystery be brought to light, and now that it was, here she was.Picking her limp body in bridal style, he took her down the stairs, making his way to his room so familiar; every portrait he passed held memories.He heaved a sigh of relief, he hated to admit it, but he was beginning to feel at ease; this was home, a place he hadn't been in for years.Kicking open the room door, he walked up to the large bed and placed her gently against it, her mutters never-ending spilling from her lips.Shock still coars
"Is that it?" Gianni frowned when I finished. "You've got to be kidding me." Midway, I had almost burst into tears, explaining in as much detail as I could that the men's beachwear collection, which would have been next week, had to be postponed because of the lack of models."You don't get it." I sniffled, dabbing my cheek. "It's bad for business. Bad publicity goes a long way, and the investors...""Hey," Maya says, wrapping her arms around my shoulder, shooting Gianna, still sitting, a glare. "There has to be something we can do about it." "You've got to be kidding me!" Gianna retorts again, "That's why you're crying?" "I'm so sorry," I sobbed. "I don't know why I'm so emotional; what's wrong with me?!" "Oh, I know." Clara mumbles."Gianna!" Maya's tone is laced with a warning tinge. "Be nice." But she was right. This was nothing to cry about; I was a grown woman. It was shameful that once they thought I was the epitome of strength, but now they knew I was just a crybaby."Do
The next few days we spent indoors; still, it was hard to see Nico. The air in Calabria was hearty, the laughter infectious. It wasn't hard to notice that Nico and Zayne still stayed away from each other. They had tried to hide it, but they didn't try hard enough to take off our suspicions.Milo, sometimes in the middle of a conversation with the whole family, set up opportunities for them to exchange a word two, but like two peas of the same pod, we found them, mouth full and chewing slowly until the attention was taken off their back."You want me to do it for you?" I asked Nico when we were alone in the room, watching his face as I applied my lipstick, "I could talk to Zayne, Nico. It doesn't have to..." I wasn't done when his arms curled around me, flattening his opened palm against my stomach, sending my heart racing, and then he kissed me, shutting me up briefly.When he broke it off, sending me breathless and wanting, he searched my eyes and murmured, "It's all right. It's my
Authors POVElena didn't look back as she walked away with the others, Milo staring at the top of her head with amusement as he pushed Gianna out of the sitting room.Nico didn't like that look in his eyes. It was the same look he held for Gianna, and now, whenever Milo was around, Zayne had to work for a bit of time with his wife.He pulled his eyes off the door they just walked out of, and when he turned to Zayne, who continued to give Matteo audience, his countenance a mixture of pride and sadness, Nico felt his stomach churn.He wasn't prepared for this, wasn't ready to be knocked down from the truth he believed in. He thought that Zayne would let the children die, all for petty malice, but all this while, it had been him who did nothing to help.Then why did he hide it? Why did he go through all that only to give all of the praise to Milo? Was that why Milo distanced himself for so long? Suddenly, he felt like he wasn't part of a family he had always known."How are your injuries
Author's POV.Matteo continued to chatter, "...He said you were coming for us, Dad, and you came." his innocent smile didn't match the struck expression on his father's face, which also mirrored mine."Can I say hello?" He askedSeeing Nico couldn't say a word, I took charge, "Of course, Matteo, go tell your uncle Hi.""My uncle?" His eyes widened, "Cool Ma," before he was running off towards his sister and Zayne, who, on seeing him, seemed unsure at first, but then slowly, he went on his knees and wrapped his arms around my son.That first hug held a lot of warmth for someone who had ensured he avoided Matteo initially."What's going on?" Maya asked Nico, "Why is everyone so quiet?"Nico, appearing utterly helpless, felt his tense muscles relax as he gazed ahead, overwhelmed by guilt and discomfort. Without even making eye contact with his mother, he softly responded, "Yeah, just surprised," his voice almost trailing off, "Mia doesn't talk to strangers."Although Maya wasn't entirel
He returned to tell the kids they could move before he was gone again.After a bit of fun with them, to which half my attention was not in, I left them an hour later, only to discover Nico was gone.Out of the Manor, no information, just like that, disappeared into thin air, making me wish I had stayed long enough at work, for in my head, I was running wild, helpless, and perspiring.The deja vu kept coming repeatedly; it hit me out of the blue. Standing there, watching her get into his car, his chin up, refusing to spare me a glance as she planted her thumb on his chin.My stomach churned as I let out a bitter laugh. Adding to the already complicated situation, I was pregnant. It felt like the only missing piece to complete that agonizing scene from years ago was walking into his office and discovering the papers on his desk.But I wasn't going to do that; I folded my fist against the window pane, and neither was I going to cry; that girl was gone, and in her place was a grown woman
"You're so choosey." Joey huffed, biting into a doughnut, the chocolate toppings sticking to the tip of his nose as he narrowed his eyes at Charlotte."Well, I'm sorry for wanting to make everything perfect instead of just picking out anything my lazy ass tells me to," Charlotte retorted, shuffling through the pictures on my desk, "And believe me when I say, I still haven't found that perfect model."Joey sipped noisily from his coffee cup, and when Charlotte narrowed her gaze at him, he rolled his eyes at her.Seeing this made me wonder how La Belle had endured two people who would fight about everything, including what toppings they wanted for their doughnuts.If I had come to La Belle with the hopes of finding everything for the launching of the men's beachwear project finished, then no surprise, it wasn't even half done.With all of the models unappealing to Char's taste, everything was left on standby.Remembering I left all of the work to them for weeks, the least I could do was
"Can't believe you're giving her thirty million, Elena," Noah huffed, "There are a million reasons she doesn't need it but wants to see your pride smolder."Complaining was never Noah's thing until I came to him that morning, cheque in hand, and explained everything that had happened while he was away.His reaction made me understand why Alexa demanded he didn't come alone.I did feel as if my pride was smoldered, but the feeling was nothing compared to how it would have been if she had eventually waltzed back into Nico's life.Nico had written the cheque immediately after he walked into the room, even before he strolled into the bathroom. When I entered the room, while the showers still gushed, it was sitting pretty at the edge of the bed.The first action I took when I picked it up was to inhale it, proving my desperation. The unbelief was gone. In its place was a dripping heart that he was bent on proving me wrong on all of my beliefs.He hadn't asked. Yet I had been digging up a l
Nico and Noah were unavailable for two days straight until, watching the news, I discovered the campaign for this year's election was about to commence.There he was, the smile on his face giving the aura that he had no problems, shaking hands with his shoulders straightened and chin held high.The control he exhibited standing right on that platform, the mic close to his face, talking to crowds was unnatural, and although I was just behind the TV, it was as if he was staring straight at me.I spent most of the time in the sitting room, losing my attention at the slightest distraction. 'That's a small sum for the two people that mean so much to me.'When I told Clara, she didn't look as affected as I was; instead, she frowned, "I'm surprised you don't have that amount on you right now."It dawned on her immediately, "Really, Elena?"At first, the decision to be financially independent had come from a place of keeping up my esteem; I mean, being paid to be a wife was low enough. Or t
"What did you just... What?!"The sterile white walls and the scent of antiseptic were starting to affect me, along with the news that Clara had just uttered in the most awkward imaginable.She knew this wasn't good news; she knew how much this would ruin my life. I didn't need something like this now! Not when I wasn't sure I could even hold myself up..."You're six weeks pregnant, Elena," she repeated, the papers in her hold; she seemed to be scared of my reaction had to explain why she was a safe distance away.I clutched at the buttons of my shirt, fighting to breathe, every damn passionate night returning to me.That was what the morning sickness was all about, the emotional roller coaster that had me weeping my eyes out with every bit of provocation.I thought it was stress, the children's abduction, and now the fear that Nico would leave me.And here I was, within the four corners of a hospital that I and Clara had driven to, with Noah waiting in the car.Nico had been called t