I walked back to the bed, laid a small kiss on his plump lips and whispered, “I just got my revenge Mr Russo, and there's nothing you can ever do about it. You ruined everything but I finally took something back.” Elara exacts revenge against billionaire Lorenzo Russo by stealing his wallet, but her satisfaction is short-lived. Lorenzo doesn't tolerate thieves, and when he catches her, she must face the consequences. What drives Elara to steal from a billionaire, and what will Lorenzo do when he discovers her secret?
View MoreElara's POVTwo months later.How time flies when you're CEO of the biggest oil manufacturing company in the country. I'm pretty sure my hair is greying already. Or maybe my face has so many wrinkles. I wouldn’t know, as I barely have time to check myself out in the mirror before coming to work.“If we sell it at this price, I believe we'll have the upper hand,” the arrogant Director of Sales and Marketing says, his voice hoarse from all the alcohol he has consumed over the years.When he's done, he places a hand in his pocket and gazes at me intensely. His posture makes his potbelly stand out, but it seems like he doesn't notice, seeing as he's constantly throwing himself at anything in a skirt that passes by—including me, his own boss.He's one of those who tried to oppose my takeover, saying a woman could never manage a company like this and that I'd do better managing fashion brands.When the board approved me, he made it his plan to ruin all my project ideas. Unfortunately for hi
Lorenzo's POV"Hello, Lorenzo. Long time no see," Sophia, in all her fullness, says, her beautiful smile I could never forget over the years etched on her face."So... Sophia," I muttered, barely able to find my words. "You're alive?"She chuckles, the sound filling the room. My dad and Victoria are quietly watching our exchange."Yes, I am alive."When I turn to look at my parents to confirm my doubts, what I meet with has me staggering backward. There, standing right beside them, is a little boy—an exact replica of me when I was about seven or eight—gazing right at me.My eyes widen, and I take two steps back, clutching my chest and my head as if trying to wake myself up from a dream. Is this....is this real?"What is going on here? Is this some sort of prank? Are you a hologram?"I walk closer, expecting my hands to pass through, but they land directly on Sophia's shoulder. Her gaze follows my hand, her eyes lighting up, before laying her soft, warm ones on mine."It's no dream, Lo
Lorenzo's POVShit, what is wrong with me? How could I be so stupid and let my anger get the best of me? When I heard that Elara's dad had been shot, it felt like the air was knocked out of my lungs. The overwhelming urge to protect her hit me when I overheard her uncle talking on the phone about a note that had been left by the shooter.Apparently, Elara was the target. But since we were in my home that night, they couldn't get to her. So to pass a warning, they went for her dad first. The fact that Damien didn't want her to know but wanted her to stay there managing the company like nothing was wrong infuriated me more.“Why didn't you just tell her? Maybe she would have agreed?” Nicolas asks, twirling around on my office chair like he owned the room.“I thought about that, but I couldn't bear to make her even more terrified than she was already. And by the way, her father is her priority. She wouldn't have agreed either way.”He nods and begins humming a tune. “But let me be honest
Elara's POVShot. Shot. My dad's been shot. That is the only word that registered in my head from what Uncle Damien was saying. No. This can't be."Hey, hey baby. Don't cry, okay? It's all going to be okay." Lorenzo tells me softly, pulling me into a warm embrace. In his arms, I break down, my tears flowing freely and staining his shirt. I grip his dress tight in my fists, holding on for support since my legs feel like they're giving up on me.All the while, he keeps whispering soothing words in my ears while leading me to a chair by the wall. When I finally calm down, I notice Uncle Damien's shadow over us. He stands with his hands in his pockets, casting a worried glance at me."I'm sorry, Bambina. But we have to pray for your dad to be fine. I'm sure the doctors will try their best."I don't respond. He sighs and moves to the other side of the hallway, placing his phone on his ear and barking out orders."Lorenzo, will my dad be okay? Please tell me he'll be fine. He can't die now.
Elara's POV The chilly wind blows in the garden of Lorenzo's mansion, hitting my skin and causing me to shiver. Soft music plays from the speaker Lorenzo connected in the garden after I rejected his offer of hiring people to play and serve us. This is our moment. I’d appreciate the privacy. "So, you've won again. Not fair!" Lorenzo grunts, throwing his hands in the air while laughter bubbles from my throat, rippling through the air. "Just admit it, Mr. Russo. You’ve got nothing on me in this one. I am the champion," I reply smugly, chuckling when he just rolls his eyes and rolls up his sleeves as if we're about to fight. We are playing a game of chess and, unsurprisingly, I’ve beaten Lorenzo five times already. He had bragged about being the master of his game before we started, saying as a CEO he knew what to do and could never be beaten. Unfortunately for him, I was making him bite back his words. Hard. "Okay, fine. You’re a better chess player. But I’m still the best at other t
Elara's POVThree months later.I step out of my office, stretching my muscles to relieve them of the stiffness from sitting in one spot for almost five hours. Today is one of those days where I overwork myself because I want my afternoon free. I plan on sleeping and getting enough rest so I don’t fall sick."Hello, ma’am, are you ready to leave? Can I call your driver?" Sonia, my PA, walks up to me, her hair wrapped in a ponytail while her glasses lay a little low on her nose. She is a 35-year-old woman who was hired for me by Dad, despite me arguing that I had no need for a personal assistant and that I’d be fine. But he knew better and insisted that I would thank him later, which I did because the workload in this training isn’t easy at all.No, I am not yet the CEO, but I'll be given the post in a week's time, I think. I just can’t wait to be done with it. I know being the CEO will bring more responsibilities, but then again, whenever we succeed after going through tough times, we
Elara's POVMy gaze remains transfixed on Lorenzo's face, gauging his reaction to my declaration. When Dad told me a few minutes ago, I almost cried because while one dream is coming true, it seems to be ruining the other. I love Lorenzo, and I just can't leave when we started dating barely a month ago. It is just impossible.Lorenzo's silence doesn't do anything to calm the raging fire in my heart. Finally, after having enough of his silence, I turn to him, my lips curled into a frown."Babe, please say something," I pout, running my palms along his smooth jawline.Instead of the reaction I expected, Lorenzo lets out a groan. His Adam’s apple bobs, and his eyes darken."Shit, Elara, we are in the office, you know," he whispers, his voice husky and low.I don't understand. What does he mean by that? Why is he acting so strange?"What the hell are you talking about? Of course, I know we are in the office."Lorenzo closes his eyes for a few seconds, then opens them while exhaling deeply
Lorenzo's POV An important business meeting is going on. By important, I mean a meeting among the top people in the country. You can already guess who they are. Damien and Antonio Rossi sit at the curved edge of the expensive polished mahogany table, their faces set into hardened glares, exuding an aura of power. Just like the powerful men they are. On the other side of them sits Alexander Viali. I don’t know why the fool had to show up in my office, but his presence here is getting on my nerves. We are at the top floor of my building, in the boardroom designed specifically for meetings of the upper class and important investors. Since my building is taller than all the others around, we have a great view of the blue skyline, the city below, and the rooftops of the slightly lower but still elegant buildings surrounding us. But neither the presence of these men nor the beauty of the view can hold my attention. All I can focus on is Elara, seated across from me, scribbling dow
Elara's POVOkay, I admit, Peter has a death wish, and he wants me to be included in his demise. I try to pull away from him, but he hugs me even tighter. Finally, with one shove, Lorenzo gets him off me.Peter staggers backward but maintains his balance, then smiles at me, his crooked teeth on full display.No, don’t get me wrong, Peter is not ugly. He just has crooked teeth. He’s quite cute, which is the stupid reason I am in this predicament.“Baby, who are these men, and why are they acting all protective of you?” he asks. Then, as if figuring out the missing piece of a puzzle, he smirks. “Oh, I understand.”Peter’s smile widens as his gaze flickers between them. “These are your brothers from the family that adopted you. Well, guys, you have nothing to worry about. Elara and I have come too far for me to ever hurt her.”My head snaps to Lorenzo, and I see his eyes darken before his jaw tightens. Dang it, Peter! Just leave already.“Lorenzo,” I plead, trying to hold his arm, but he
Elara's POV I weave my way through the crowded hall. A place this magnificent costs more than the life earnings of a hundred men. Yet, the rich and influential use it for display. The soft strains of jazz music float through the hall. I feel a little out of place, in my dazzling red dress which costs no more than a few dollars. Looking around, I try to see if anyone notices the difference between the cheap material and the thousand-dollar dresses adorning everyone else in the room. Nobody pays any attention to me, all focused on showing off their wealth. A deep baritone voice suddenly cuts through my self-judgment. “Ladies and gentlemen, you are welcome to my 28th birthday party. We are family, and I hope you all feel free." The crowd breaks out in cheers, applauding the man who steals the room's attention with his captivating silver eyes, his affluent accent, and his elegant attire. They have to. Of course, he just said they belong to one family. The wealthy as one and the ...
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