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
Elara's POVLorenzo stares at me incredulously for about five seconds before breaking into a low chuckle. "You can't be serious, right? How do you expect me to do this now? It's 3 a.m. already."I roll my eyes. "Guess you can't accommodate us all in your house, right? Good! Now please leave so I can sleep in peace."Lorenzo huffs, running his hands through his hair, causing the thick locks to fall across his face. He looks really intimidating in my small apartment, and I feel heat crawling up my skin. He should leave—I am not comfortable with his presence right now."Fine, who do I talk to among these people?" he asks, his eyes bored. "Who is their leader?"Wait a second, is he actually agreeing to take us to his house? "Wow, I didn't think you'd agree. Okay, let me go get him."He nods, and I run out of my tent toward the old man—Mr. George's tent. "George, George, wake up!" I call out, joggling him. He stirs slowly and pushes away my hand. "Leave me alone. I’m in heaven.""If heaven
Elara's POVThe room is brightly lit when I wake up, my vision slowly coming into focus. As I regain consciousness, I notice two figures in white moving around. An annoying beeping sound steadily creeps into my ears, worsening my headache. I reach up to touch the back of my head and feel a bandage. What happened?Then, the memories come rushing back—someone trying to hit Lorenzo, me pushing him out of the way, and taking the blow myself. But before that, Lorenzo had also been hit. Oh my God! I quickly open my eyes and sit up in bed, but two figures rush toward me. After a few seconds, I make out the doctor in his white coat and Lorenzo in a white shirt, a bandage wrapped around his head."You're awake. You gave us quite a scare, young lady. How are you feeling? Any pain?" the doctor asks, while Lorenzo stands silently behind him.After a few moments, the doctor finishes his examination and says, "Well, you seem all right. You can leave soon. I'll just get everything ready, and by noon
Lorenzo's POVWhenever I start thinking that the past has left me, it comes rushing back, dragging me down to the place I've been struggling to escape from.That old man who tried to hit me but ended up hitting Elara—he was one of them. One of the key figures who caused all this pain. One of the people responsible for turning me into the person I am today. Now, it feels like I’m back to square one.Seeing Elara’s bloodied head and her unconscious body nearly drove me mad. Thankfully, the rest of the crowd managed to restrain him, and my security team arrived just in time.The men on the scene didn’t like him much either, so it wasn’t long before they had him dragged away to one of my private holding cells, where he's going to regret ever hurting the woman I care—Wait, do I care about Elara? Well, maybe I do care about her a little bit—just as a friend. Okay, fine. I want her, and I’m trying to make up for the damage I’ve caused. Once this is all over, I’ll let her go if she refuses t
Elara's POV(Back to two months later)"Dad, you had a loving relationship with Mom, right? When you guys quarreled, did you ever... block her? Like, I know cell phones weren’t that much of a thing in those days. No, they were. Were they? But did you block Mom? Like, not even contact her in the morning? Or a week later?"I ask another question, speaking to my very unconscious dad as though we are engaged in a conversation."Because I don’t know, Dad, but I don’t feel right about what Lorenzo has done to me. I mean, yes, we did split up on a rocky path, but does it mean he has to go as far as blocking me? That is too much, is it not?"He blocked me without any reason. He just—"But Dad, why do I feel like something is wrong? I just wish Lorenzo is fine because if something has happened to him, I won’t be able to cope."Being lost in thought, I don’t notice when Uncle Damien comes into the room until he clears his throat. I turn to see him leaning against the wall and staring at me with
Lorenzo's POV(Two months earlier)I was supposed to have let it go that night, but I'd be damned if I ever let Alexander Vitali get anywhere close to my woman again.When I walked in and saw him in her house, I didn't think much about it. Of course, they are friends, and there is nothing I could do about that. But his words still rang in my mind, tormenting me, when he had asked, "So, Lorenzo, how does it feel losing your woman because of your stupidity?" Smirking as though he knew that would rile me up."I have no idea what you mean, Vitali. I have lost no woman," I answered nonchalantly.He just chuckled. "You must be kidding. So, you think you stand a chance again? You are a bigger fool than I thought."I ignored him, as always, until he said the words that made me angrier than I had ever been."I know Elara is gullible, but I won't let you take advantage of her. She's going to be mine soon. Imagine having a naive woman under your control. I'll have fun bending her to follow my ev
Elara'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