I wave as Akira buzzes me through the bulletproof wall, "Hey, babe. You've changed your hair colour?" I stop at her desk and ask her.
Her previously jet black hair with purple tips has been coloured caramel blonde. She now resembles your average good girl next door neighbour, rather than the sassy but classy persona she always possessed.
"Yeah," She sighs with a sad look on her face. "My mothers arranged a blind date for me tonight and she insisted that I go back to my natural hair colour." She pouts.
"Oh.." I scrunch my nose.
Mixed emotions lick my skin.
I feel bad for her since she does not appear overjoyed about her date, and I envy her for having a mother who is genuinely concerned about her daughter's marital status.
"Please tell me your mother does the same? I'm in my mid-twenties and she still feels the need to meddle in my love life." She props her elbow up on her desk and rests her chin on her hand.
The smirk on his face turns into a full-blown smile. "I'm glad you've finally come to your senses." He states, rubbing the gruff stubble on his chin. My gaze is briefly attracted to the brown leather swiss watch strapped around his wrist. I focus on the label. Patek Philippe. I silently curse myself. What am I doing? Who in their right mind would agree to marry a man who wears a one hundred thousand dollar watch? His whole outfit is worth more than my yearly salary. However, I need him, and I do not mean sexually. Occasionally, we must choose our battles in order to win the war, and Aydem Burak is a whole goddamn war I am determined to face as long as I get to see my Sandro. "Will there be a contract between us?" [No.] "Hayir, kedi yavrusu." [Kitten] He shakes his head as he rubs the pad of his thumb across my slightly bruised knuckles. "This isn't some billionaire romance book." He chuckles. My
I slowly start to stir, groaning as I roll to my side and rub my eyes. As I pull back the curtains to my glassy, tired irises, I take in my surroundings and sit up. This isn't my room. My brows furrow as soft sob escapes between my trembling lips. All the emotions I felt before I passed out, come crashing back like a Tsunami slamming into the shoreline, eradicating everything in its path. A lone tear rolls down the side of my cheek and I violently wipe it away with the back of my hand. I am on borrowed time, I don't have the luxury to sit in this bed and cry over my son. My tears are better spilt when I have him in my arms. I throw back the sheets and exit the room, wandering down a hallway as I follow the sound of voices speaking in hushed tones. They lead me to a large door that has been left ajar; I stand next to it, attempting to maintain silence while listening to what they are saying. "Are you sure he is your so
Two days later...I sit next to Aydem at his large conference table as he addresses his staff and goes over the new design of his shoe.These past two days have gone by quickly in a blur. If someone was to ask me what I had eaten for dinner last night, I wouldn't be able to answer them because I don't remember.Shit...I can't even remember if I did eat.[My love?] "Askim?" Aydems honey-coated voice breaks through my trance and pulls me back to my demise of a reality.I tilt my head to the side as I look up at him. His eyes are full of concern as he frowns."Are you alright?" He asks me discreetly, placing his large hand on my upper thigh and giving it a light squeeze.I sniffle, "Yes," I lie through the skin of my teeth.His eyes narrow into thin slits along with his desirable lips. "Everyone leave, now." He says in a rough tone not to be questioned with.Everyone that sits at the ta
An hour or two ago, I was threatened to sit in the back of Jacob's black Mercedes-Benz. After he had forced me into the back seat of his sedan, he forced me to conceal my eyes behind a black silk scarf. Plummeting me into a world of darkness. Imprisoning me in my state of fear without a sense of where he is taking me. [It's a shame you've become a traitor to our family, Mila.] "È un peccato che tu sia diventata un traditore della nostra famiglia, Mila." He said, taking my chin in his hand as his grip tightened he snarled. "Such a waste of a beautiful woman." He clicked his tongue. I swallowed thickly, "The men in my family would have never raped me." I said with bitterness. "Or stood by and watched as Trent cruelly objectified me in front of hundreds of men through a live stream. I bet your mamas would be proud of the men they raised!" Excruciating pain suddenly spread across the left side of my face. The bastard had
His cock brushes the side of my cheek as a sickening sound of a skull-cracking fills the air. I fall on my ass, and his large body falls on top of me. Crushing me. I scream, trying my best to push his limp body off me and slowly start hyperventilating as I become paralyzed with fear that he is going to crush me to death. [Treasure?] "Tesoro," A raspy voice calls out to me as a loud clanking sound of a shovel hits the ground. Ace! "A..Ace," I cry out, "Is that you?" [Yes] "Si, it's me. You have to be quiet or they will know I escaped." His voice sounds strained and full of tormented pain. Jacob's body gradually rolls off to the side of me and the whole time Ace is pushing him, I can hear him groaning like he is finding the last ounce of strength to push Jacob off me. I roll over to my side, coughing and I glance back over my shoulder to look at Ace. "Thank-" The words f
No one tells you that your life can change within a blink of an eye, by meeting the wrong man, making one bad decision or doing what you believe is right, but typically turns out to be the complete opposite.They say when life gives you lemons, make lemonade...Whoever came up with that quote needs to be uppercut.How the fuck can I make lemonade in the predicament I now find myself in?No, fuck that and fuck the lemonade.What you need to do is, throw those damn rotten lemons back into the face of life."Well, angel?" Castello hums, bringing me back to my cruel reality."It's not easy trying to fit everything I want to say in one sentence," I reply in a snarky tone.[Still as dramatic as ever] "Ancora drammatico come sempre." He retucks the gun into his jeans, reaches over, and drags me to my feet, and I watch as Ace's lifeless body rolls onto the concrete in an awkward posture."I do
Aydems POV. I reach the ground floor, scanning the lobby as I walk out the revolving doors and into the free-flowing foot traffic right outside my company. As I unbutton my suit jacket, Gerald opens the back passenger door of the SUV. I peer inside expecting to visually devour Mila's beautiful face. "Where is Clara?" I ask him with a scowl etching deeply into my complexion and I thank the Gods that Mila's alias name rolled off the tip of my tongue so effortlessly. Gerald looks back at me with confusion, "I'm sorry Mr Burak, but, Clara has not come out of the building." His voice is full of apprehension. I turn around and look back the way I just came. "I told her to meet me downstairs. I thought she would have been here by now." I mutter with annoyance as I shake my head and pinch the bridge of my nose. This is not the moment for her to desert me. Essentially, after she has just provided a significant piece of inform
My toes sink into the scorching black sand, and I groan with the slight pain that's left in its wake with each dreadful step I take. The air smells of saltwater, seagulls fly above me squawking and the drumming of merciless waves breaking against the shoreline fills my ears. It's a perfect scenery for a summer's day. Only it's not summer, nor is it anything close to a perfect day. Guilt bites at the edges of my heart. If I had simply kept my mouth shut, the Russian family's princess would still be alive, and I would not be the one dragging her lifeless body along the hot sand that burns my bare feet and soul at the same time. "I suggest you put your back into it and hurry up if you still expect Sandro to be alive by the time we return to the bach," Castello mutters, flicking his zip lighter open and shut as he casts his gaze out towards the ruthless ocean. I stop pulling on the princess's feet wiping the beading swe