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
Elara's POV“Nicola?” Lorenzo says on the phone. “Oh, I just called to remind you; make sure the Eastside project continues smoothly. Yes, do everything as I ordered you to do. Yes, we are running out of time. Hurry! Yes, I will.” He drops the call.Exiting the jet, we are now on our way to the area where the gala will be held. Since the day I rejected my boss, he hasn’t been friendly with me anymore, not like he was before. His confession came out of nowhere, and I am still trying to understand what exactly happened.I thought he hated me? How does hatred develop into love so fast?He has been neutral with me—no smiles, nothing, just a boss and an employee. But why does my heart clench every time he calls me professionally?“Ms. Walker, I need the presentations. Ms. Walker, get me some coffee. Just Ms. Walker.”I want him to call me Lara, or even Elara, to show that he cares. I want him to look at me the way he did before, but all I see is a billionaire focused on growing his empire.
Lorenzo's POVThe business meeting stretches on, but I’m not really paying attention. I keep glancing at Alexander, who’s sitting across from me, looking distracted as well. He doesn’t seem to be listening; his mind is elsewhere, and it’s obvious where it is."Mr. Vitali,” one of the men asks, his voice low. “Is everything okay, sir? You seem a bit out of it.”Alexander blinks, snapping back to the conversation, and then smiles. “Nothing. Just thinking about someone.”The other men laugh, teasing him. “Oh, my guy, are you in love? Who is she? Tell us.”I know exactly where this is going. I feel the tension in my chest tighten as Alexander looks at me, his face smug. I know very well who he’s thinking about—Elara. My woman.He doesn’t say anything at first, just smiles in that infuriating way of his. "She's one hell of a vixen, guys. So innocent, yet so hot. I believe soon you'll be invited for a wed–"I can’t take it anymore. I stand up, cutting the meeting short. “Well, that’s all fo
Elara's POVThe crowd gasps, and I instantly realize I must have offended someone powerful. The wide-eyed stares around confirm it, and the man's glare alone is enough to make anyone feel like they're being sliced in half. Surprisingly, I don’t feel as scared as I expected for someone who just crossed a big shot. Not even as scared as I’d felt around Lorenzo. And now, here this man is, calling me “Ara.”“Excuse me, sir. I am not Ara. You must be mistaking me for someone else.”“Yes, yes, sorry.” He nods, a hint of confusion in his eyes. “My name is Damien Rossi. Nice to meet you.”“Very nice to meet you too, sir. I’m Elara Walker.”“Elara Walker,” he repeats, as if testing how it sounds.“Oh, and about your shirt, sir, I’m truly sorry. It was an accident.”“Yeah, I know it was.” He shrugs it off. "Well, do you want to take a stroll out to the yard? I know a beautiful garden around here."“Well, it’s not like I’m doing anything here,” I reply, accepting his invitation with a small smil