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Lorenzo's POVWaking up in the hospital was never part of my birthday vision. I had planned a fancy but small gathering—just a little celebration I could slip away from quickly before heading home to get some rest. No. I'm not your typical billionaire chasing after a parade of women. That lifestyle is far beyond me now, especially after 'her'. I can’t bring myself to look at another woman in the same way anymore.And then, in walked Elara. That girl nearly made me break all my rules—all because of her flawless skin, perfect curves, and those eyes that seem to draw me in whenever she stares at me. My best friend, Luke Grayson, who stayed by my side at the hospital, laughed endlessly, saying Elara and I had sex. But I don't want to believe it—I am not planning to sleep with any other woman. Yes, she did drug me, but could she have stolen my eight years of virginity?When I went to find her, my plan was to confront her and ask if she’d taken advantage of me. It wouldn’t have ended well i
Elara's POV I sit in my office, tapping my pen absentmindedly against the desk, the rhythmic sound echoing in the otherwise quiet room. My laptop is open in front of me, its light illuminating my face, but I can’t focus on the screen. Instead, my mind runs with thoughts of revenge against Lorenzo Russo. The fallout with the orphanage, everything that's happened—it’s all his fault. He has ruined my life, and I’m determined to make him pay for it. I had initially planned to stop my revenge at just stealing his wallet—which wasn’t even a real revenge plan. But that seems insufficient now. Now, I’m going to fight him with everything I’ve got. My stupid subconscious decides to mock me: You've got nothing, Elara. You live in a— A sudden vibration breaks off my train of thoughts, and I glance around the room until I spot my phone vibrating on the desk. I pick it up, frowning at the unfamiliar number flashing on the screen: Hello, Princess EL. How are you? My eyes narrow. Who is this
Elara's POVAs Nina runs out, I decide it's best to find out what's going on. So, as quietly as I can, I walk to Lorenzo's office and place my ear against the door. I don’t pick up any sound, just dead silence.But I still don't relent. Maybe staying for a few more seconds will reward me. Nothing makes sense—why would Nina run out of Lorenzo's office crying? She's the strongest girl I know... also the most foolish.Lost in my thoughts, I don't hear his footsteps until it's too late. The door suddenly swings open, and I find myself falling forward with nothing to hold on to. And no, this is not a romance movie. I don’t land in Lorenzo's arms so we can stare into each other’s eyes and fall in love. Instead, my face meets the cold marble floor, sending a jolt of pain through my head. Ouch!Silence ensues. I lift my head sluggishly, only to wish I hadn’t. Lorenzo’s stony gaze fixes on me, his jaw clenched. Well, Elara, here we go again.“Hello, sir. I had a business... no, a vision... no,
Lorenzo's POV (The Incident with Nina)The rest of the day after I threatened Elara for coming back with a rich man is spent with me avoiding her. I lock myself in my office for the rest of the afternoon. My mind doesn’t let me rest, constantly dragging me back to thoughts of the petite, blue-eyed girl sitting just outside my office. For goodness' sake, what's wrong with me? Why can’t I stop thinking about her? Why does my enemy have to be attractive?Letting out a frustrated sigh, I pick up my phone and call Nicola—my best friend, who also works in the building.“Hey, boss. Everything okay?” His sharp, professional tone comes through the phone.I roll my eyes. Nicola and professionalism? Yeah, right. “Nicola, I need you to run Elara Walker's information through the system. I want everything you can find on her by tomorrow morning.”There’s a brief silence on the other end before the sound of his stupid, annoying chuckle meets my ears. Oh God, not now! Please!“Wow bro, you okay? This
Elara's POV Mr. Russo stares at me, his eyes narrowing slightly as if he's trying to place where he knows me from. “Do I know you?” he asks. I’d laugh if I wasn’t moments away from peeing my pants. A powerful man like him knowing someone as insignificant as me? No way. “No, sir, you don’t. I’m just… nobody. If you’ll excuse me, I’ll get out of your way now,” I say quickly, already turning to leave. “Wait,” he calls. I freeze, clenching my fists and forcing a polite expression onto my face. I’m exhausted, and all I want is to run away from his grumpy son, but there’s no walking away from this either. Not when I’m face-to-face with a man like him. “Yes, sir?” “What are you doing here?” His gaze flickers to the private elevator I just exited. “You came from Lorenzo’s floor, didn’t you? Only people who work there have access to that lift.” “I—um, yes,” I stammer, unsure what to say. He’s Lorenzo’s father, after all. Shouldn’t he want to know who works in his son’s office? I would if
Lorenzo's POVI have been in a terrible mood ever since my father came into my office to tell me what he had said.Nicola looks at me again, twirling the liquor in his glass. “Are you sure you're okay, man? What did your father say again?”“You know how my conversations with him always end. I don't know why he doesn’t get the point. I’m not interested,” I say, running a hand through my hair as frustration claws at me.Nicola raises a brow. “Well, you should just end it once and for all, you know. Think of a way to get him off your back. I’m thinking sabotage.” He smirks.Now, what is this sly devil thinking? I’d love to know. Anything to make my father see Alexander Vitali as the devil he is. “So, what do you suggest?”He signals for me to come closer, and once I do, he whispers his plan in my ear. I smirk, understanding where he's getting at. “Nic, you're a bastardo, you know? How did your dumb brain come up with such a brilliant idea? This is great.”If I put this plan into action,
Elara's POVAfter trying for hours to get the door open, I finally give up and decide to sleep. It’s the only way I can escape the gnawing hunger and thirst.What I don’t expect is to wake up to my boss staring at my chest. What a pervert. Thank goodness I wasn't completely naked. Not like there's anything for him to see that will interest him. Men like him admire better things.I would have loved to give him a piece of my mind if the security guards weren’t standing before us with a man I don’t recognize. The man who locked me in. Who is he? And why would he lock me in here? It doesn’t make sense. “Peter, you better stop talking before I get to work on you,” Lorenzo’s voice cuts in, cold and commanding.“Mr. Russo, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do it,” the man says hurriedly, his voice trembling. “The girl threatened to hurt me. She also promised to feed me for a week." he cries, falling to his knees before Lorenzo.My brow furrows. What girl? I think, but before I can dwell on it an
Elara's POVAs I stoop to arrange my bed, my eyes droop with exhaustion. The silence from behind causes me to turn around. Lorenzo still stands there, his eyes taking in the state of the tent. He looks genuinely worried, frozen in his thoughts, his gaze darting around uneasily as if the condition of my home has left him speechless."Mr. Russo, I think you should leave," I say, my voice steady. "A place like this is not good for someone like you."He snaps out of his thoughts, his eyes locking onto mine. There's a flash of something in his gaze—sympathy, maybe pity—but I can't stand the idea of him looking at me like that.“Elara, I—uh, I—" Lorenzo stammers.I roll my eyes. Why isn't he leaving? I really need to sleep. “Look, sir, I understand this place is stinky and all. You should leave. I'm fine. I'm home now, right? I'm going to sleep. Early in the morning, I'll get something to eat because I have nothing here. Then I'll come to the office. So please, the door is that way,” I tell