Elara's POVThe hall falls into stunned silence, people's mouths hanging wide open as they take in the scene. Meanwhile, the girl I slapped turns to me.“How dare you, bitch! I’m going to deal with you.”But as she raises her hand, I catch it mid-air and shrug it back down, making her friends take a step back. Mr. Rossi said I should fight, right? I am going to fight.“Wow,” I hear behind me. “Since when did my girl become this feisty?” Alexander says, making me furrow my brows. What does he mean by my girl? I must have heard something else.I hear a scoff on my right. “Call my girl yours once again, and I'll gouge out your eyes so you'll never be able to see her," Lorenzo's deep baritone voice snaps.What the hell is wrong with these two? I think to myself. They've been acting really weird.I pay them no heed. Instead, I smirk at this girl and say, “You know now never to mess with me. I may be nobody, but you don’t insult me, you don’t push me, because I am going to give you more tha
Elara's POV My head is spinning. Everything around me looks blurred, but Damien Rossi's intense gaze holds me still. Did he really say my child? Did I even hear him right? Or did he mean… Laila? I look around, but Mr. Wilson’s stunned expression confirms my confusion isn’t just in my head. “Mr. Rossi,” I finally manage to say, my voice small and almost trembling, “What do you mean?” Damien’s gaze softens, but only slightly. His lips press together as if he’s trying to swallow his own words. For a moment, he looks… almost vulnerable. Then he runs a hand through his hair, sighs deeply, and glances over at Lorenzo. “Lorenzo,” he whispers, his voice tired—a tone that should never come from a man this powerful. "Please clear the party.” Lorenzo doesn’t waste a second. He smiles at the guests, his voice ringing through the room as he says, “Well, ladies and gentlemen, thank you all for coming tonight. The beach party will commence tomorrow afternoon. For now, let’s all get some rest
Elara's POV The moment I lock eyes with Antonio Rossi—my dad—it feels like the entire world around me disappears. It’s as if only he and I stand there. His eyes widen, and he freezes on the spot, even though he had rushed in just moments before. We just stare at each other for what feels like hours until he seems to recognize himself. He takes a step toward me, his hands reaching out to wipe his eyes. “Ara?” he calls out, using the same name Damien had called me a few hours earlier. Ara. “Oh my god! It’s true, Damien. It’s true! My Bambina is here,” he says, his voice thick with an accent. “Yes, brother. It’s true. Our Bambina is here,” Damien replies with his own smile. At that, it seems like whatever shock Antonio Rossi had been in finally snaps. Because in the next second, he lunges toward me, pulling me out of Lorenzo’s arms and wrapping me tightly in his own. So tight. But my hands just hang at my sides, awkwardly dangling. It seems like Antonio notices that I’m not hugging
Lorenzo's POV The chilly night wind blows through the atmosphere as we stand outside, but none of us seem to care, not when Elara is inside, possibly crying her eyes out. I run a hand through my hair in frustration, keeping my eyes fixed on the door, waiting for her to come out any minute. A heavy silence hangs in the air until I feel eyes boring into me. I turn to see Damien Rossi watching me, his expression unreadable. "Any problem, sir?" I ask, trying to act composed, although his stare makes my hands tremble. He doesn’t respond, just continues staring, his gaze sharp and calculating. I exchange a glance with Alexander, who shrugs and casually pulls out his phone, clearly trying to avoid attracting any attention to himself. "Mr. Rossi, I asked if there’s a problem," I repeat. "You're just staring." Damien's mouth curls into a faint smirk. "Well, well, well, Lorenzo," he says. "I've been wondering, how did you meet my niece?" My heart skips a beat, and I freeze, knowing fully
Elara's POV Almost thirty minutes pass before I'm able to convince my dad to let me go with Lorenzo. He wants me to stop working for him and travel with him and Uncle Damien to the North. But the thought of all I've grown accustomed to—Jayden, the orphanage, the East Side, Alexander, and the grey-eyed man standing behind me—makes me choose to stay here. Uncle Damien stops Dad from trying to persuade me, then tells me they'll just relocate to the Central Side and stay with me. After exchanging goodbyes, we finally head to Lorenzo’s vehicle. Once we’re strapped in, the driver pulls away. Lorenzo glances at me, his voice softer than usual. "Thank you, Elara." I raise an eyebrow, as much as I can, considering how tired I am. "Thank me? For what?" "For choosing me. Choosing to come with me," he whispers, a smile playing on his lips. "I don’t know what I would have done if—" "Oh, Lorenzo, please," I cut him off. "You don’t really think I chose you, do you? The only reason I’m her
Elara’s POV “What the hell is going on here?” My father’s voice echoes through the room, strong and commanding. His eyes, blazing with anger, lock onto us as he stands in the doorway with Uncle Damien. I stare at the ground, unable to meet their gazes, my mind racing. How do I explain why I was making out with my boss to my dad and uncle? I open my mouth to speak, but he cuts me off. “Not you.” His gaze shifts to Lorenzo. “I’m talking to this man.” Lorenzo takes a deep breath and steps forward, his expression calm. “Mr. Rossi, I believe you’ve seen enough to understand the situation. So there’s no need to dance around it. I care deeply about your daughter, and I would like your permission to date her.” My eyes widen at his words. Date? Does he actually want to pursue something real with me? Lorenzo’s declaration leaves me stunned. Did he mean what he had said when he kissed me back home? My father laughs, a loud, mocking sound. “You’ve got some nerve, Lorenzo. I won’t all
Lorenzo's POVAs Elara leaves the room, her uncle plops down on the sofa behind him."Really, Anton? Really? We just got this girl back. And what next? You just had to be so... be yourself. You called and intimidated yourself with your own daughter? I'm embarrassed."Antonio runs a hand through his hair, pacing the room. "I'm sorry. I don't know what got over me. This is all new to me.""Yes, new to you, huh? Well, you better learn how to start acting around people like your recently found daughter, or else you're going to lose her when you just got her."I internally agree with Damien. But, one way or another, I am not letting Elara go, even if it means I have to take drastic measures to keep her close to me.I start walking toward the door, but Antonio's voice stops me in my tracks."Now, where do you think you're going?"I turn to face him, my jaw tightening as I fight to keep my composure. "Mr. Rossi, I would appreciate it if you just let me go to where I am about to go.""And whe
Elara's POV I stare at Alexander as he speaks. His face looks strained, as if what he’s about to tell me has already taken a toll on him. “It all started when we were six. Lorenzo and I grew up as the best of friends. We met in kindergarten and became inseparable. Actually, our families were mortal enemies. His parents had always been wealthier than mine—not that mine were wealthy at all. My father had dragged his father to court over some issues at work, since my father was employed by them. But as children, we were so innocent. None of it mattered. So we kept doing everything together. We didn’t mind. We didn’t care. Even when our parents quarreled at events or wherever, Lorenzo and I would sneak away to play.” I smile softly. That sounds like a pretty beautiful childhood—much like mine in the orphanage. “I won’t bore you with the details of how we grew up,” Alexander continues, “but when we were twelve, a new girl came to our school. Her name was Sophia, and she was Russian—Soph
Elara's POV"Dad?" I call him again when he doesn't respond to my question.He looks to be in a daze for a few seconds before shaking his head. "It's nothing, darling. I was just talking to someone from the office.""Dad, you're still in the hospital bed, and you're already talking about work? For real, you should rest. I'm pretty sure you can't wait to get out of here and go to the office," I tell my dad, my hands on my waist."Of course, my bossy daughter. I'm going to rest well and enjoy myself. By the way, I already know my company is in capable hands. Oh, who am I kidding? The company is already yours.""Well, you can always take it back, Dad. The workload is killing me," I chuckle.Dad laughs along and tells me to sit by his bedside. When I do, he holds my hand in his. His plasters and bandages have already been taken off, and he's almost good to go, as the doctor told us. So, we should be leaving tomorrow."I'm so proud of who you've become, Elara. In such a short time, you've
Elara’s POVIt's official.Today has been the weirdest day of my life.From finding out about Lorenzo's accident, to being threatened by his dad, to discovering he has a family, then realizing my dad faked his coma, learning that Lorenzo’s son is being abused by his girlfriend—who was supposed to have died eight years ago—and now hearing Lorenzo ask who I am... I don’t think any day in my life can beat this.Whether in the past or future.Not even the day I stole the billionaire's wallet.Or maybe I'm just going crazy.Because why else would Lorenzo ask me who I am? We've dated for almost five months, plus we knew each other for more than a year before that.My hand flies to cover my mouth, my heart hammering in my chest. I can't believe Lorenzo just asked me that. Am I dreaming or something?"Uh, Lorenzo, what do you mean by that? Is this a joke or something? It's not really funny, you know." I chuckle humorlessly, observing his face for any signs of laughter, no matter how subtle.W
Elara's POV"No! Please don't tell her, she'll kill me. Please, Auntie Elara, please." He trembles, the words spilling out of his lips without control."Auntie Elara, please," he keeps begging while I stand frozen, fisting my hands and preparing to bound into that room or to wherever Sophia is and kill her.I briskly walk away from him, making sure my foot doesn’t make any noise against the floor. When I get to the glass panel, I look into the room, noticing that Lorenzo is fast asleep, machines tied up to his body.There is no sign of Sophia. She is not here.Ethan's shaky voice sounds from behind me. "But Auntie Elara, please, you cannot tell her that I have told you. I'm pretty sure she will kill me. I'm so sorry."So it is true. She is abusing her own son. How pathetic and disgusting.Glancing at the little boy and his trembling and shaking figure, I know I can't resist. If he is this scared, she must have threatened him with something.I'll get everything out of him, then I'll ma
Elara's POVDad pales, and Uncle Damien looks visibly shaken up, his face ashen white. Good. They're scared. Just as they should be after making me believe that Dad was in a coma for so long. How were they even able to pull this off without me suspecting anything?I guess they used the fact that I was heartbroken from Lorenzo's and my breakup to their advantage."Princess, you were still here?" Uncle Damien asks, walking to hug me. "I thought you already went home."Is that why you let your guard down? The question comes so close to my lips, but I hold back from asking it. I'll let them think I didn't hear anything."I did, but couldn't sleep, so I decided to come spend the night here," I respond calmly, noticing how they exchange nervous looks. It almost makes me chuckle, but I hold it in, knowing I can't blow my cover."Dad!" I exclaim out of the blue, hurrying towards his bed and engulfing him in a hug, which is easy because he's sitting in a high Fowler's position. Even though the
Elara's POV"Mr. Russo? N-nice to see you, S-sir."I almost slap myself when I stutter. Why the hell am I stuttering?If I thought Nicolas glared at me when he saw me, then this man's look is enough to freeze the air in the room. I feel goosebumps rise along my skin as he watches me, taking slow, deliberate steps toward me.When he gets close, he extends a hand and pulls me roughly by my elbow, dragging me away from the room where Lorenzo is and down the hallway from where we came in.He doesn't let me go toward the one my dad is in. I'm not sure he even knows my dad is there. He pulls me out of the hospital until we stand in the alley beside it.It is nighttime, and so all I can see is his face illumined by the moonlight and nothing else.Different thoughts race through my mind, reeling with worst-case possibilities of what he plans to do. Is he trying to kill me? Why would he bring me right out this way?"Mr. Russo? What is going on?" I ask him in a shaky voice, hoping that it is al
Elara's POVWho is this woman, and why does she look oddly familiar?That’s all I can think as I stare at the woman who asked me the question. I try to rack my brain for where I know her from but keep drawing a blank until I finally give up."I ask again. Who the hell are you, and what do you want?" she reiterates, this time giving me a disdainful glance from head to foot.I bite my tongue to keep myself from being rude. "I'm nobody you should concern yourself with. Excuse me."Giving one last glance at the room Ethan just ran into, I walk past her, resisting the urge to bump our shoulders together.I am not a troublemaker.Just as I round the corner from the hallway separating this private ward from my dad's, I bump into Nicola.He's dressed casually in blue jeans and a black T-shirt, his face focused on the phone in his hand. I clear my throat to get his attention.When I succeed, I’m surprised at the glare he shoots at me."Nicola, long time no see. How have—"My words get stuck in
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