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Elara's POVMy mouth drops open when I see the bearer of the melodious voice. A dashing woman who looks to be in her forties stands with a bright smile on her lips. Her hazel eyes exude warmth, and she has the shiniest brunette hair I have ever seen, which falls longer than her waist. For a woman her age, it’s mesmerizing. High cheekbones stress her beauty even more.I stand there, staring at her like a creep. She is so gorg—“Victoria, what the hell are you doing here?” Lorenzo’s sharp voice startles me, pulling me out of my daze.Wait, why is he being so rude?The woman’s smile falters, and I feel sorry for her. She runs a hand through her hair and looks away from us.“Lorenzo, son, I am—”“Do not call me son,” he snaps, his tone ice-cold. The woman lowers her gaze to the floor, shielding her face with her hair.My eyes widen. Oh my god, son? She must be Lorenzo’s mother. But isn’t she too young? Well, not young, but—“I'll ask for the last time. What the hell are you doing here?”“
Elara's POV"Excuse me?" Lorenzo booms, moving towards Victoria as if to confront her physically.Victoria's eyes widen as she takes a step back, stuttering. "L-Lorenzo, I just, you know, never mind. I just thought Elara and I could, you know, hang out a bit for a short while. It could be just for a few hours. I just want to get to know her. There are only men around here…""Go meet one of your fellow rich wives or something!" Lorenzo shouts, making her wince and nod slowly.I immediately feel horrible for Victoria, seeing as she's just trying to be friendly. Pulling my hand out of Lorenzo's, I tap her shoulder, making her halt in her spot. "That's okay, Mrs. Russo. I'd like to spend time with you.""Really? You mean it?" she smiles, a hopeful look in her eyes."Yes, I mean it," I smile back. "You're right—the men can hang out for a few hours on their own.""What about our outing?" Lorenzo mumbles from beside me. "She can go hang out with others. Let's go. I have somewhere in mind.""
Elara's POV"Lorenzo, you know you’re being too rude, right?" I huff. "When I said 2 hours 30 minutes, I didn’t mean you should come exactly at that time to get me."He raises an eyebrow. "Of course, I’m a man of my word, Elara. You really think I’d leave you for longer than that? Hell no. You said 2 hours 30 minutes, and I came at 2 hours 30 minutes. Now shh.""But you didn’t even let me say a proper goodbye to Victoria. Is that fair? How would she feel?""Elara," Lorenzo says, his tone firm, "I don’t care how Victoria feels. Okay? Let’s go.""And where exactly are we going?" I ask, crossing my arms."I don’t know," he says with a small smirk. "I told you it’s a surprise, didn’t I? But do prepare—it’s going to be a long, long journey.""Long?" I ask, my eyebrows knitting together. "What do you mean by long?""You’ll find out," he replies, his face unreadable.I frown. "Okay, give me a hint.""You can try to decode it yourself," he answers casually, walking one step ahead of me.I hur
Elara's POVIn front of me is the entrance to the Eastside community. My childhood home. But it’s almost unrecognizable. Wasn’t I just here a few weeks ago? How is this possible? My stomach turns as I face Lorenzo, my eyes wide with disbelief."W-what? H-how is this possible?""It’s not impossible, Elara. This is what we actually had in mind for the Eastside," Lorenzo explains calmly, staring straight ahead.I keep staring at him, closing my mouth and opening it a couple of times. I’m at a loss for words. The Eastside has been completely renovated. Well, not all of it—there are still a lot of uncompleted buildings—but everything looks different, fancier, and much bigger. Like civilization just took a new turn in the community."But I thought you had plans for something like a mall, industry, maybe some businesses, hotels, or restaurants. Why are you...?"Lorenzo laughs, the sound echoing in the quiet night. "Are you kidding me? Why would we do that? I just wanted to give these people
Elara’s POV“Mr. Russo,” Mother Esther calls out, her face breaking into a wide smile. “It is an honor to see you today, sir. Why didn’t you tell us you were going to come by? We would have prepared something special to welcome you.”Lorenzo smiles back at her. “There is no need for that, Mother. Elara and I won’t be staying long.”“Nonsense, sir. I insist that you join us for dinner at the orphanage,” Mother Annabelle urges.I beam at the thought of meeting the little children, but my heart is torn at the thought of being in the presence of these mothers. I still remember what they said to me last time.Lorenzo turns to face me. “I will do whatever Elara chooses to do.”All their eyes turn to me, and I lower my gaze to the ground. After thinking for a few seconds, I decide it’s best we stay for a while. “We can spend an hour with the children if it’s okay with you, Lorenzo,” I speak out, emphasizing the word children to make the mothers know that I am not staying here for them.Mothe
Lorenzo's POVIt has been a month since Elara stormed out of the orphanage and, without even a hint of a smile, told me we should leave. I didn’t want to leave, knowing that someone had hurt her in there, but I respected her decision.In the car, I had probed, trying to find out what the problem was, but she didn’t tell me. She just said it was nothing too important.Frustration washed over me like a plague, and every single day when I found her, for at least five minutes, staring off into the distance, or pulling out her hair, or pacing a room, I would groan and think about what I could do to find out who had hurt her and what they had done.I had also tried to get the mothers at the orphanage to tell me. All I had found out was that Mother Annabelle had been really rude and called her names. But that couldn’t have been what was causing her to be like this, could it?It is a day before her birthday, and I have been restless the whole time, pacing my office because I am still trying t
Elara’s POVTalk about bad timing. Why is Dad here now? And why did Lorenzo have to come into my office this afternoon? I force a smile onto my face, though I know it looks awkward, and walk toward him."Dad, You didn’t tell me you were coming," I say, hugging him."Why? Is a father not allowed to visit his daughter at her place of work?" He emphasizes the word work, his eye lingering on my face, which I know is smudged from my make-out session with Lorenzo.I run a hand through my hair. "It’s not what you think…" Why did you have to say that, Elara? That is so cringe, my subconscious chimes in. It is exactly what it looks like. You’re lucky he didn’t walk in just as you two were…"Mr. Rossi," Lorenzo calls out, and I exhale in relief at his intervention. He extends a hand to shake my dad’s, who blatantly ignores him and turns to me with a broad smile."My baby girl, come. I have something I want to show you. Let’s go now."I narrow my eyes, crossing my arms over my chest. "Dad!"He h
Elara's POVIf anyone had told me that I would stand in front of my own grave, I would never have agreed. I would have looked at them as if they were the craziest humans to grace the Earth. But I had indeed stood there, looking at my name, Kiara Rossi. The name Uncle Damien and Dad had called me.That was supposed to be my name, but Mother Esther must have changed it to Elara—either to cover her tracks or protect me. Dad promised that he would have his men take her in for questioning after the party.He had given me space to connect with my mom and sister, but all I felt as I stared was emptiness.Maybe because I never knew they existed, or because I had long given up hope of ever being with them. Still, I spent almost three hours at the graveside, just staring into nothingness, until my dad had called me to inform me that we were to leave.Now, as I stand in front of the mirror, staring at myself in a royal blue floor-length gown that hugged my waist and flared at the bottom, my hair
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