Elara's POVI hide behind the thick bushes, my heart thudding wildly in my chest. Not because I just ran for almost five minutes to get here, but because I am intruding on Lorenzo's privacy.Am I doing a bad thing? Yes.But will I stop? Hell no. Not when I'm this close to getting everything I need to know.I strain my ears, trying to catch more of what he’s saying—at least his voice is loud enough for me to hear.“You know, it's been a long, long time without you—a really, really long time since it ended between us—although I've never let you go,” he says in a soft voice, making my eyes widen. Even in times when Lorenzo has spoken softly to me, his voice has never been this calm and sweet.Who could he be talking to? I look, but I see no one, probably because of where I’m standing. Well, I’ll know soon enough when the person answers.“Sophia, ever since what happened between us, I promised that I would always be there for you, that I would never leave you, that I would never let a year
Trigger Warning: This scene contains a slight instance of sexual abuse. Reader discretion is advised. Elara's POV My heart pounds hard in my chest. Oh God, why does this always have to happen to me? My mind races, imagining all the things that could happen now that I’ve been caught in a place that’s clearly off-limits. I start to turn, but the voice shouts, “Do not turn around. Keep facing forward.” I swallow, the action feeling almost painful. But I obey. “So, are you going to tell me what you’re doing here, or do I have to call the police?” I am frozen in my spot, unable to answer. My voice feels stuck in my throat. I don’t want to go to prison, but I also don’t want to be here alone with this person. I feel his gaze on my back, sending chills down my spine and raising goosebumps over my skin. Maybe I should run, but the garden only has one exit right now, and if I try, I’ll just be cornering myself further into the construction site. “Well, well, seems like the cat’s got
Lorenzo's POV "Nicola, make sure Elara gets home safely," I command Nicola, my eyes locked on her trembling figure. I fist my hands at my side to prevent myself from just running to her and letting her know that all is well and that she's safe. But I know she's safe, and I plan to use this event to teach her the consequences of poking her nose in people's business. I had been pouring out my heart to my lover—or now ex-lover, Sophia. Not knowing that the girl who currently holds my heart was intruding on what was supposed to be a private moment. "Fuck, Elara! Why do you always do this? You're messing up my mind with your stubbornness," I shout, running my hand through my hair while the other is perched on the steering wheel. When Nicola had called to tell me that Elara was missing, I had felt my heart leap out of my chest. Missing? How? Wasn't she supposed to be resting at home? But Nicola's confession that they had sneaked into the office made me livid. I should have known when
Lorenzo's POVMy gaze sweeps around my office for what feels like the millionth time. My eyes focus on the phone on my desk, waiting for it to light up with Nicholas's name flashing, or even anyone, just to tell me they have found Elara. But nothing. No luck. It’s been three days—three long days—since the accident, and we haven’t seen Elara.When I arrived at the scene, the police were already there, but nobody saw what had happened. It wasn’t a very private place, nor was it very busy, so it still baffles me how no one saw anything.We've checked hospitals and mortuaries, which was hard for me. But nothing.My phone rings, and I rush to grab it before the sound can even break through the room. Yes, that’s how anxious I am.“Hello, Nicola, tell me good news, please.”“Oh… I’m sorry, Lorenzo, I have no good news for you. I have… even worse news.”My brow furrows. What could be worse? My heart starts thudding loudly in my chest. I hope it isn’t what I’m thinking. “Nicholas,” I say, my v
Elara’s POV The bright sunlight filtering through the curtains hits my eyes as I slowly wake up. I groan as my head throbs with a sharp, pounding headache. After a few moments of struggling, I manage to sit up, squinting my eyes as I take in my surroundings. I’m in an unfamiliar room—vast, elegant, with an expensive and comfy feel to it. The walls are decorated in beautiful shades of blue and red, almost like a princess's room. It's luxurious and clearly designed by someone with taste. Suddenly, I hear the light, hurried patter of feet on the floor. The door flies open, and Alicia, the little girl from the orphanage, rushes in with a look of joy and relief on her face. My eyes widen in surprise. What is she doing here? "Huh? Did I... die?" I mutter, half to myself. “Oh my god, am I...? Did the world end? And was I too busy sleeping to notice? What’s going on? I always knew sleeping too much would get me in trouble." Before I can fully process it, Alicia throws her arms around me,
Elara's POVAfter Alexander declares, “We’re in France,” he quickly mutters something that sounds like, “Let’s see how you come get her, loser,” before hanging up and tossing his phone onto the bed. He walks closer to where I’m sitting, a mischievous smile on his face.“It’s a good thing your legs weren’t injured, Elara, because we have a lot to do.”I frown, looking up at him. “What do you mean by ‘a lot to do’?”He’s about to respond, but something clicks in my mind, and I cut him off. “Wait. What do you mean by ‘we’re in France’?” My voice rises, and he raises a brow, clearly amused.“How can we be in France?” I demand. “The last thing I remember, I was in America! And now you’re telling me I’m all the way across the ocean, in France?” I stare at him, trying to wrap my mind around it.“Well,” he says, shrugging casually, “I had to come here for something, and seeing as you had the accident, I couldn’t just leave you back there without someone to look after you.”I roll my eyes. “Al
Lorenzo's POVAlexander Vitali has always been a thorn in my side. Well, maybe not always, but for the past ten years, he's made me angrier than I’ve ever been. Honestly, I think he and Victoria are the perfect combination of losers. I can’t stand that man. And now he thinks he can just walk in and take Elara from me? He’s joking.“Boss, the jet is ready. We leave in five,” one of my men informs me."Good! Make sure you prepare a room next to mine for her.""Yes, sir."I board the jet, the flight to France seeming longer than ever before. I know it's because I can't wait to take my girl from that bastard.As soon as we land, my team updates me on Alexander and Elara’s location. Eiffel Tower, huh? So, he’s trying to be the hopeless romantic for my girl. Not a chance.As I step out of the jet into the cold breeze that slaps at my face, my phone rings. It’s my father. I roll my eyes before answering. “Yes, Dad?”“Lorenzo, what is this I hear about you insulting Victoria?” Why am I not su
Elara's POVThe moment we enter Lorenzo's house—a couple of hours later—I turn to him, pointing my finger at his chest. He raises an eyebrow, looking clearly amused."How dare you, Mr. Russo? Why did you do that? He didn’t do anything wrong to you!" I say, emphasizing every word.He crosses his arms over his chest, his expression unreadable. "I don't understand what you're talking about, Walker.""Stop calling me that," I snap."Oh, why?" he asks, his smirk growing.I roll my eyes. "Mr. Russo, you had no right to attack Alexander and me like that. You just punched him for nothing.""Well, it wasn’t for nothing," he says with a shrug."Yes, it was for nothing. You said so yourself," I insist. "What did he do to you? We basically spent the whole time together, so there’s no way he could have contacted you or done anything wrong during that time.""Lara," he calls, but I ignore him."You could come and talk like a normal person! You don’t just run up on people and start punching them. It