Elara's POV‘I'm beautiful and smart… I'm priceless.’I recited the mantra in my head over and over again. Sitting on the soft plush chair in the fully air-conditioned lobby, I was the last person in the line of ladies waiting to be interviewed. Lately, Marco was always on the run, either sorting something out, or barking into his phone, or cussing out and drowning bottles of expensive liquors. When he left this morning with Lorenzo, while they ranted about some missing funds, I left home, not to escape, but to job hunt. ‘Make do with your magic.’ Lady Lucia's vague words came harder. I wasn't sure what she meant, but I was here anyway to find out. “Martha,” the receptionist's voice sounded. “This way, please.” One by one, the ladies and gentlemen that came to for the same job placement, were called to be interviewed. Even though I dropped out of my school and the course my parents had pioneered, I took online classes and had qualifications on account and finances. Hopefully, th
Elara's POV ‘Chaos. Danger. Wrath… Hopefully, I wouldn't burn with it.’Beads of water streaked down my skin, soaking through my dark green night dress. It caused the fabric to smack against my breasts, revealing the tender curves of my firm breasts, voluptuous as a watermelon, with nipples hardened from buried desires. I let my hair fall over my shoulders, dripping water on me the more. When I walked into the room, Marco was already in. Bare-chested, his tall frame stood firm in the middle of the room, he groaned in the phone. His hand dug into his hair. Our eyes locked. For a minute, he went mute, hungry hazel eyes trailed down my frame and watched me with lustful delight. Something flickered in his eyes before it disappeared. Admiration? Mere want? “... yeah. Send it right away.” He resumed mumbling in the phone. Still, his eyes didn't peel off my sexiness for a second. I felt naked, totally naked, feeling his eyes strip off every fabric from my body. My throat bulged when
Elara's POV “You'll love the surprise, mio cioccolato bianco.” He whispered in my ear and slipped a hand behind my waist, his thumb grazed the beaded pores, touching my bare skin. Like me, he was dressed in a clean two-piece suit, black alligator leather shoes, doused in spicy cologne, and irresistible aura. He was indeed Conti's heir. Smack.I slapped his hand off my body, not bothering if his staff watched. Marching frantically to his rescue, Sofia was this close to acting nasty.In haste, I flapped the trail of my dress, stretching the slit as it bared my flawless skin. Jumped in the car and slammed the door. Marco looked iaway from our eyes met. Finding a good distraction, he held her arms, soothing her like baby. Their union made me sick. Soon, he joined in the car and the journey started. For what seemed like an hour, we kept driving. I perched to the end of the seat, taking caution. He just chuckled, dragged on his cigar, and puffed. On arrival, the hall was elegant, wi
Marco's POV Berries and tinge of champagne… The sweet blend of Elara’s lips lingered as I tasted it like her lips were still on mine. After the long kiss, she got extremely mad at me, like she didn't enjoy it when the whole time, she smeared me to herself and bit my lips from the pent-up desire. She spent the night with her daughter. “Hmm…” A low groan escaped my throat, and I inhaled deeply, hating my action as I pulled in the cold running water. Standing beneath the icy shower for what seemed like forever, I let it drain my tensed emotions and muscles. With it barely soothing my erection, I slammed it off and walked out of the bathroom, stark naked. My cell phone chimed with a text. No minute went without me working around the clock. I heaved a sigh of relief on seeing it was Madre. ‘Your breakfast is getting cold, mio Tesoro.’ My lips curled with a warm smile. She had made it clear countless times that I was her little boy, no matter how much I aged. Randomly settling for a
Marco's POV Like a rocket, fueled by impulse, I dove for Elara, arms around her, hands palming her small head to shield her, we crashed beneath the table with a loud thud. "Giù! Get down!” I pulled out my gun, clicking the trigger in place. Pushing her in, I spun my back to the ground to get a good view of the place. The loud wailing and cry of the staff and the deep agony of Mr. Benedict filled the air. No gunshot, nothing. “No. No. No.” Elara whimpered, clutching at me like a second skin. Arms and legs around me in a tight grip. “Please… I beg you.” Her groan jerked in a soft sob, tears pouring out her eyes like a river. Attached to me, she was trembling like a jellyfish, deeply inhaling and holding her breaths longer than she normally would. “Listen to me,” I brushed air off her face, caressing her chubby cheeks. “You're safe…”She shook her head, refusing to let go, refusing to believe the slightest word other than my presence. “I have to go, Elara.” I managed to peel her
Elara's POV “What would it take to make you stay…” I noticed Marco's muscles stiffen, every thread of his being went rigid beneath his tight white packet shirt. His hazel-brown eyes narrowed, dark with arousal, untamed desires… heavy with need. “... Master?” At the whisper of it, like a captor to his slave, he paused, eyes feasting my body as if I was naked, totally naked, and on grand display like his commercials on auctions. His firm kissable lips narrowed in a thin bow, testing to to say another word, resist him, or face my doom. ‘ELARA?!!!’My mind tried to recover the remnants of my sanity, by my screwed brain, which was filled with the dirty images of him alone, was way too fried. Gone Girl. “Anything.” This time, I whispered, sucking cool air through clenched teeth; the soothing sound turned me on and did way worse to him. “Dont. Mess. With. Me.” He gulped dryly, breathing labored at his stern warning. “Hmm,” I bit my lower lips, chewed, and ran my tongue along my lip
Elara's POV “Your phone.” Marco tossed it to me like it were an object, and walked to the private study erected at the extreme. Still in the madness of the scary incident at the party, he returned to work. Kaid on the other hand was yet to return, the same as Lorenzo. “Can I still visit?” His muscles tensed and he looked straight ahead. I could feel his cold gaze as though his eyes were at the back of his head. Not pushing my luck, I picked up the phone before it would be taken back from rage. Collpsing in bed, I dialed Evelyn’s and Alice’s numbers. A few times, it got sent to voice-mail, other times, they didn't respond. Oh, god.I pressed my eyes shut. The fear of losing them weighed strong, causing me to blonk back tears. It just had to be the scary image of that skull served as my dinner. My stomach churned and Bile welled up in my throat. Even if they were okay, I would still hurt. Perhaps they despise me for breachijg communication, or think I abandoned them. It would h
Elara's POV My life was like a thin thread, and with one silly mistake, it may snap. Staring at Marco's dark gaze that narrowed in on our prolonged handshake, I knew I was in a mess, and Matthew was done. Whatever he tried to slip in my hand had to be for just my eyes. Not having the brain cells to think it through, I had to make a smart move. My hand curled as I pulled away, holding around the object. It was his card. More reason for Matthew to run off once the door swings open. “Vee.” I called at my three-year-old, who innocently munched on her cookies, getting a bit of distraction as her small figure blocked my hand. “Can I stay a bit longer?” She winced and groaned, crumbs of cookies messed up the place. “I'm afraid darling, we have to go.” I carried her and skillfully slipped the card into the pocket of her bag pack. Heaving a soft sigh of relief, I carried her in my arms and rose to take my leave. “I'll miss you, Evie.” I pecked her cheeks and she reciprocated. Her clut
Elara’s POV The long trip and stress evaporated in Marco’s arms. Right here, just where I belonged, we rode in a smooth rhythm, our bodies grazing, drowning us in our warmth.Our sweat mixed just as our moans blended in a gentle symphony. He shot in harder, trapping my breath at the back of my throat. We hit climax, panting like teenagers and moaning helplessly.“Whoa,” he collapsed on top of me and buried his face in the hollow of my neck. I lazily rubbed ruffled his hair and pulled him closer to my bare body. “Thanks for coming, Tesoro.” He lazily rolled into his back. We remained silent for a moment, trying to catch our breaths. Sheets clutched across our chests, we stared at the ceiling. “Anything for you, Marco.” I turned to face him, hand tucked under my head. “So, is there something else you want to try out?”His brows furrowed. “Actually, I think I have just one tiny thing…” he reached to grab me and I pushed to the edge of the bed.“Marco!” I giggled. “Stop… please.” I s
Elara’s POV “Hey,” Marco’s steel voice stopped me from leaving immediately. He was standing on the terrace, back pressed to the railing as he smoked and sipped from his glass of whiskey.“Take my card, get whatever you want.” He pulled out his black platinum card and stretched it over to me.Quite confused, I tilted my head to the side to get a better view of him. My eyes rolled, demanding he explain further. I was already dressed and ready to meet Evelyn. “I’m not going shopping,” I mumble on my spot. “I just need to speak with her.”“Without appeasing her? That’s lame.” He shrugged. “I know girl’s meetings are sometimes lavish.” He still kept the card in between us. “Do something for fun.” I chuckled and watched him drag on his cigar, then puffed. The heels of my boots clicked as I approached him. “I’ve got my own money, Mr. Marco Conti.” “Well, I want you to spend my money, Miss Elara Saint Clair.”I pushed my bag to the back and wrapped my arms around him. He dropped the gla
Elara’s POV Evelyn texted back!I stared at the phone long enough that the screen would split from any slight pressure. Considering the way we ended and how long it took her to respond, I guessed she must have either blocked me or changed her line. Oh, my god. My emotions were all over the place. I clutched hard on my phone and started texting back. Marco noticed the sudden change in my attitude. All of my attention was diverted to my phone and he hated to share his moment, but right now, I care less about his fits. ‘That’s a mean thing to say, Evie!’ I pouted as if she could see me, then resumed typing. ‘Heavens! I’ve missed you so much!’“Tesoro, is something up?”I ignored him and clicked the send button, then palmed the phone to my chest and waited for her response. Hopefully, she would be quick.“Elara?” His tone deepened. Now, he was solely focused on me.I expelled air and grinned. “It’s Evelyn, she finally texted back.”He hummed, uninterested as I expected of him. “Took
Elara’s POV ‘I almost died, Evie… Can you not be so blinded with rage?’My fingers danced around my keyboard as I contemplated wiping the text and letting things be. A part of me wouldn’t allow it, especially since I wronged her so badly. First, I owed her an explanation, and second, I needed to be close enough to know how far Matthew’s investigation was coming up. I mean, I hated that Marco was a lover of blood, but Matthew wasn’t a saint either, and I would hate to see Marco go to jail for doing the world a favor.“Is there a problem?” Marco’s voice was soft in my ears. I spent my day trying to please him, cooking and sizzling myself as an extra dish. Now, we were cuddled in bed. His arm was over my shoulder as he pulled me to himself and kissed my head.“Nothing much.” I tapped send and locked my phone. The thoughts of Evelyn flew out the window and got blown away with the night’s air when I stared into his cool eyes. There was love and comfort, and something I couldn’t really
Marco’s POV “Francesca, sit.”My command was stern, just as my tone was cold and gripping. She looked scared to her bones. Her eyes widened, body went still for a brief moment. Her eyes darted from me to the creamy brown mess on the floor. Without further hesitation, she sat on the edge of the bed, summoning as much composure as she could. “The coffee,” I looked at the broken chunks of the thick mug. “Who was it for?”“Ma'am Elara.” She said with a gentle bow. “She demanded I make her something soothing, but I don't know why.”“Hmm,” I scoffed. “Who handled the drugs from the doctor?” “Me, Don.” She taps her bosom. “He gave me the prescription as she should…”“Hey,” I snapped her out of her wildness. “You only speak when spoken to and only reply to what is asked.”She nodded. Her face looked terrified, it wasn't odd, considering that this side of me was new to her.“Since when do you have an Espresso in your room?” My feral gaze rested on her, monitoring her like a beast. “And wh
Marco’s POV As cozy as a family, we lounged in the garden. Elara was beside me on the fancy bench lined by lilies and blooming flowers. Her head lay on my shoulder and her arms curled around my waist. I hugged her arm and pulled her in, my chin rested on her hair. I watched the little girl play freely in the garden. She chased Birdie and collapsed when Birdie was about to win. When the poor cat came to her rescue, she would hold the cat down, and run off. Elara's blood.Would our kids be this loveable and bubbly? I was a cold fucker. It would be awful if I had one resemble me, except the kid takes on Madre's genes. She was way too loveable. Violet ran in my direction and suddenly crouched on her knees. She giggled and crawled after the cat.“Baby,” Elara groaned. “You're gonna get yourself dirty.” Her motherly instinct swiftly kicked in. “Mama is tired, you'll have to wash them.”She reached for the little girl and I held her back. “Let her.” My eyes remained on the sweet sou
Elara's POV “I love you, Elara.”My heartbeat raced hard against my chest. For ages, I've waited till this day. I had planned my exact reply and how I would react, but now… I was dumbstruck.“So badly that I'd give up my life for you.” Marco continued his overdue confession, his tone was deeply laced with sincere emotions, anyone could feel it. “Elara, If you ever desire, I would give up my empire, and build a cozy family with you in the countryside.” His voice trailed off. He slightly ducked his head, but not without me seeing the glimpse of teardrop. My Marco Conti… The only man who made being a slave a luxury. “But if also wish to leave…”I didn't wait for him to finish, didn't let him try to push me away any further… and certainly didn't let my rational thoughts ruin this moment. Like a bee to hive, I latched onto him, melting into his arms like Gelato. Our worlds merged into one, with his taking a good dose of my sanity. My hands palmed his hard face and I kissed him. Hard
Elara's POV ‘Marco is a fucking bastard! A freaking piece of shit who will never deserve me!...Nor his child!’My heart was ripped into tiny shreds when I woke up to emptiness. The sedation had worn off, leaving me with subtle traces of pain from the odd burning sensation of the poison. At first, I was okay with the absence… a matter of fact, I didn't want him to know… I wanted to recover and go home. Then, Dr. Schwartz came in and informed me of my dead baby and Marco's departure. I wasn't sure how to feel… I wasn't sure if to explode…I still am not. It was how easily he chose his selfish desires over my well-being. And now, I would never live with an iota of regret for keeping his child away from him. “You're now free to go, Miss Elara.” Dr. Schwartz’s croaked voice blared. I looked down at my phone, and Marco still wasn't responding. I've been on it since last night. How cruel could the sweetest man get?Tears rolled down my cheeks and I turned away to wipe them, hiding m
Marco’s POV‘Food poisoning?!’This was the first… and she wasn't close to Evelyn for me to recklessly throw the blame. Elara wasn't psychopathic either to try to poison herself…Oh, no!My heart was racing hard against my chest. I shut my eyes and tried to even my breath, just so the nasty thought would go away. I was losing my damn mind.Like a cripple, I bent and reached for the couch at the other end, then slumped in it. Slowly, I tried to take control of my emotions. Schwartz saw it. He knew it was his cue to leave.“I’m a call away.” He set the test result on the bedside table and hurried out.I stretched my long legs and my jaws clenched. My dark eyes pinned on Elara’s weak frame.‘Did she try to abort my baby?’I couldn't help but nurse the crazy thought. ‘Marco. FERMATI! STOP!’My mind screamed at me. But I couldn't push the thoughts away. ‘The baby was three weeks old, she might have gotten a clue, right?’‘Else, why did she choose for the time I was away to get terrib