Vera’s POV.My heart is melting. I never thought David could be so creative but look what he did.He handled the dishes just for me?The instant I made my way in here, my heart stopped working for a brief moment.The tangy flavor of pasta, basil chicken, and other dishes filled my nose and it made my stomach grumble instantly.But what made my heart drop into my stomach was setting eyes on David.Hell, in all his manly grace and nature he dressed like a chef, bearing a tray of steaming pasta.I didn’t know when a smile spread across my lips as I watched the man dish out the food in a perfect manner. It was as if he had learned this all beforehand.“God, what did you do, David?” I asked, walking closer to him as I watched him scooping pasta into the two ceramic white plates.Dammit, the man's too perfect! I squeal inside as I watch him.I didn’t miss the way his muscles flexed in his shirt.The other man comes out bearing the homemade juice in a decanter.He pours half a glass for us a
David’s POV.After everything I did at Nathan’s restaurant last night, what made me happy the most was the shocked look on Vera’s face. She was genuinely happy. I loved when she said she loved knowing she was the first woman I’ve ever cooked for.Hell, I wanted to fuck her then and there. I wanted to pound into her so hard, I throbbed like hell.But I controlled myself until we got to her apartment. And then I turned into a beast, kissing her, ravishing her skin. Devouring her and pounding into her from all angles until only whispers of my name escaped her lips.Then after, I carried her to the bed and placed her down. I curled in naked behind her, holding her to me until our breaths evened.Now, waking up, Vera’s soft and sweet scent hits my nose.I look down to see her head on my chest. I smell her soft hair and kiss her.She stirs lightly and then turns to her side.I watch her for moments longer, feeling my cock growing big at the sight of her naked ass. She looked amazing.And I
Vera’s POV.After spending time at the café with the men I went to work. But I find no single concentration.My mind was fogged with thoughts about who I really was.However, no matter how much I think about that, nothing seems to make sense to me.I was born in wealth.But why was it that I was taken away?Faint memories remind of the time I was taken from place to place to seek refuge but I can’t remember the woman’s face clearly.Why did forget something so important about my life?“Girl? Are you kinda sick or something? You look so not yourself at all.” Connor’s voice pulls me away from my thoughts.“Yeah, I feel great. Just this new school shits, eating up my damn time.” I smile at him.“Ah, how’s that a problem? I can cover up classes for you, trust me.” He winks, snidely.I bark a laugh at his offer just as I remember him telling me about dropping out of school because it wasn’t his thing.“Damn, dude. I ain’t taking that offer. Bless you.” I laugh and he does too.“That’s so
David’s POV.When I was at the old mansion in the clearing with Peter, torturing him so he could talk, Peter acted just as he always did.He refused to talk but he had this look of fear in his eyes. The fuckers main concern was his ex-girlfriend and their son. He pled with me not to kill them and his grandmother. I couldn’t promise him that. For sure, they were his only weakness, and that didn't include Vera.It fucking aches me to see he didn’t care for Vera at least. But the girl in question was his blood.My blood raged and I vented on him for refusing to share that video with me.Peter was bound to ruin my life.What angered me the most was the fact that he said the video would go live any moment from now.I’m tense. I didn’t know what to do because my life would be in ruin any minute from now.I made sure to leave him with a permanent mark and that was when I slashed the dagger I came with from his forehead, eyebrow, and down to his cheeks.If he thought I’d make his life a bed r
Third Person POV.Pains were all Peter felt sitting on the chair he was bound to. It had been two monthsif not more since David had held him hostage. To say he was already tired was an understatement. Peter wanted out. He had served as Andrei’s punching bag and David’s as well. The men had vented and wanted a video that was nonexistent. He chuckled lightly at the thought that David and Andrei were fools dancing to the tune of music he had played forthem. That was it really, because if not both men would have known he was only lying. Thathe framed that video shit to get them scared and they fell for it. Peter never knew he was that smart, yeah but what happened had confirmed that. “Bastards.”He swore under his breath, and a dark chuckle vibrated from his lips. Yeah, Peter had agreed he was smart but unfortunately, his smartness hadn’t gotten him out of this hellhole and every blood in his body was screaming to be let the hell out. If he checked properly, he hadn’t eaten for
107. Third Person POV. The sounds of glass shattering reverberated around the room Anton was in and a wail escaped his lips. It wasn't a wail of pain but rather frustration. Two months or more had passed and Peter hadn't brought their bride home. He was a fucking pussy! Anton growled under his breath. They sent Peter on a mission and he thought he would escape them, he was done for. Anton swore under his harsh breath that Peter would regret his actions. No one had ever escaped from the clutches of the mafia twins. So Peter was a fool if he thought it was possible to run from them. Anton was vibrating, seething in anger as he put the room in disarray, throwing things across the wall. Blood filled his vision, and marred his rational thoughts because…the Red Kings had hurt his brother. Yesterday in the club there had been a crossfire. The Red Kings believed the twins had gotten Vera and hid her because their hunting for her was fruitless. In retaliation, they stormed the twi
108. Vera's POV. Yup! It's the D-day.Today's 'Tell With Your Body' show and as I step into Days Dreams, I see everywhere teeming with population. The models that had been on a leave of absence are all here. All the walkways and practice rooms are filled with dins of conversation and laughter. The decorators are busy in the ballroom, adorning everywhere with flowers, ribbons, and whatever else that could make the place bright and beautiful. Bruce stood by Deen's side as he dished instructions on where he wanted each of the tables and chairs. In the center of the ballroom stood the stage where the models would parade on with each designer's dresses. I feel the ripple of tension and it takes me a while to realize it's coming from me. Be calm, I tell my beating heart and take in a breath. After I regain my peace, I reach over the table and grab my steaming cup of latte. I take a slug and wet my dry throat with the latte. Then I focus back on my cellphone, chatting with Sage.
109. David's POV. Spending straight seven hours at the office attending to meetings and emails killed me, especially when I needed to be there for Vera's show. She invited me respectfully and I couldn't bring myself not to be there. I had to hurry up the meetings we had with the board. I'm sure most of them thought my tail was fire with how haste I was acting. When we finished that, I rushed to my office where I busied myself with emails. When a knock disrupted my moment of quiet, I grumbled and permitted the person in. "Sir, these are more reports from the marketing…" Charlie rattled on but I cut him off. "Charlie, look into the reports yourself and tell me the progress," I ordered. I didn't bother to look up at him and read his expression, only getting the shits done nibbled at me. In between though, the urge to hear my princess's voice over came to me and I put her on call. She sounded quite pensive and I worried something might have happened. However, she admitted to non
Vera's POV. "Thanks, Evelyn." I smile at my housekeeper when she serves me the Earl Gray tea. I've never been a tea person that much but since my pregnancy clocked six months, I started craving it every morning. Today makes it eight months and two weeks since David and I married. An impromptu marriage. But no matter what I love it.It hasn't been easy. Not when David was ousted from the company by the board of directors because of the news Claire leaked. But we've been there for each other. He's been my rock and I've been his. Most days we spend time here in the courtyard, thinking of what other business we can establish and grow.Five months of brainstorming on that led him to establish a small business but it hasn't consumed his time. In fact, David devotes more time to me.Just like the news that spread—the news Claire released on the media, that's how David ensured to spread pictures of our wedding photoshoots. It got the media confused that he wasn't ashamed that he got mar
132. Vera's POV. I gasp at the splash of cold water on my face, waking up from sleep. My eyes bulge as I take in my surroundings. The room is bright, unlike before when it was all dark. But this isn't just a room, it looks like an office. But a huge one. There's a billiards table in the center with an overhead light. But that's not what makes my heart slump. It's the number of scary-looking men in the room, surrounding me like predators. My eyes scan them all. Tattoos both on their faces and body, piercing around their eyebrows, ears, and the corner of their lips. Some have a bald head, long hair, and short hair. My heart pulses as I examine the men more. None of their faces looks familiar. Since we got here, Russia, I've been in and out of consciousness. Actually, this is the first time I've taken out time to see my surroundings and the strange faces here. I nearly pee on my panties as I watch these men.Who are they? "So, this is the bitch we've looking for, huh?" One
131. David's POV. I've been worked up since Vera went missing. Same as Andrei. The both of us have not slept a wink and I've avoided Claire like a plague, ignoring her calls and text messages. It's all because of her that I'm in this mess but I seek to correct my mistakes. This time, no turning back. I'm damming all consequences now. If it's reputation, I don't mind losing it again. Fuck! My girl is out there in this cold weather with my baby in her belly. Thinking about Vera being helpless and alone is driving me crazy. I wonder how she's coping with our baby. This is literally the third day she's been missing and I'm broken. So broken. Stepping out of my room after brushing this morning, I see Irene waltzing towards me. "Good morning, sir." She humbly greets. The tray of food in her hands already tells me why she's here. Answering her greetings, I order her. "Irene, please take it back. I'm not hungry." There's a compassionate look in her eyes as she stares at me. It's
130. Third Person POV. Peter was bubbling with excitement inside of him now, knowing his ticket to freedom was now within reach. Years of searching for that daughter of his has come to an end. Fuck his dead wife, Helen, and yeah, fuck David Truman, Peter smirked inwardly. What he loved most about this minute is the fucking hatred and confusion he's implanting in Vera's mind. He's not here to just take the girl to Anton but he also intends to change her notion about David Truman. He wants to paint the man black before Vera and that's working. The very dark, distant look on Vera's face is a pure indication. Oops, Peter smirked again, wondering about the emotional turmoil Vera must be going through. It's obvious the girl had been seeing the man as her knight in shining armor but now, that same man is the bane of her existence. Damn, Peter loves this. It only means…he'll finally settle with his true love and live peacefully with this grandmother and child. That's the family he
129. Vera's POV. My heart has never been this broken before. It feels like it's about to pop out of my chest. I'm losing my breath and strength is leaving my body fast. Sitting in the subway station on this frosty night, I sob relentlessly. I can't stop the rivulet or tears. I can't stop replaying the scene that occurred before me four hours ago. I've been sitting here for two hours and I've missed the first train that swung by. I can't bring myself to move. All I feel is heartache. David…after all he said to me, he still chose her in the end, why? Indeed, I'm never and I'll never be enough for him. After all, he is what he's rumored to be. A womanizer. I guess I was too blindly in love with him to realize I'd end up like his ex-wives. Too bad now, I'm carrying his child. I chuckle bitterly at the situation I'm in. I feel like it's a blessed-cursed situation. I'm blessed because I have a baby made out of my love for a man. But cursed because even before the baby could come
128. David's POV. As Claire and I leave the elevator, I feel the tension becoming palpable. I can't find it in me to respond to whatever greeting my employees send my way. Claire's heels make uncomfortable sounds as it hits the floor. My posture rigid, I swing the door to my office open and walk inside. I hear Claire slam the door shut behind her. Before I can reach behind my desk, she rushes to me, holding my arm. In that moment of surprise, I turn around only for Claire to smash her lips on mine. Her teeth cling strongly to mine. It's all I can do not to barf. The fuck is she doing? I wonder to myself while gripping the back of her hair and pushing her off of me. In disgust, my hand swipes over my lips, wiping the trails of her kisses. I pant, doing everything I can to hold back my rage and sheer eagerness to lash out at her."Claire, need I remind you what boundaries are?" I say so calmly. She might think that's how I am on the inside but no, I'm nothing but calm. She b
127. Vera's POV. "Oww…" I whoosh a breath, watching the passersby while I tap my feet continuously on the asphalt. Checking the time again, I figure out five minutes have gone by and Evelyn still isn't here. "What are you still doing, Evelyn?" I mutter, thumbing through my phone to call her again. This dizziness has gone out of hand too. My vision suddenly blurred while I was in the cafe. I just came there to relax this morning but the dizziness struck with force. That's when I decided to head to the hospital. Evelyn's advice a while back was perfect but my stubborn self couldn't admit to it. I didn't even check a pregnancy kit. I prefer going to the hospital to be completely certain. That's why I called Evelyn to help me with my purse. I sigh and scroll a hand through my hair. I'm getting worked up but I'll get a solution soon. "Vee?" A tiny voice calls out to me and I turn my back and see Evelyn smiling from across the building I'm perched on. "Get over here, Eve!" I wave
126. David's POV. "Can you tell us exactly what went on here, Mr. Truman?" The commander asks, wanting to take note. I'll be the last person to reveal that what occurred an hour ago is a mafia war. Resolved to seal the secret, I shrug. "I don't how to explain how it all started, commander. But I'm thinking those are thugs, seeking some kinda attention." I say, my face deadpan. "Did you perhaps see any of their faces?" He asks again. Fuck yes, I did. It's all imprinted on my mind. Anton's. Peter's. It's all living rent-free in my head, I nearly growl but instead, I offer. "Commander, what happened was a flurry of shootouts and shits. Couldn't see any of their faces." The commander looks weak at my vague answers. It's better he is. "Okay, Mr. Truman. We'll make more investigations about that." He says and I nod lightly. The other sheriffs are scouting the place, looking for evidence to find but I know better. Mafias don't leave a trail you can find them with. Their shi
125. David's POV. All evening I've been tense, worried sick to my bones. The event, my problems with Vera, the viral pictures of me and Claire, and how to make things work out between Vera and I all race through my head, I nearly lost it. While the guests were coming into the ballroom, I move away, wanting somewhere quiet to get my shit together. I can't stop worrying about her. Vera. I fucking want to know if she's going to come over but calling her on the phone will be a dead end because she won't ever respond to the call. Secluded in one of the hotel rooms upstairs, I undo some of my buttons after removing my suit Jacket, cracking the bones of my neck. I make sure I come up here with a bottle of whiskey and I quickly uncork it and begin to drink directly from the bottle. I don't know what to think again. What to feel, so I let all sorts of emotions swing through me, emotions I can't define. Amidst all, that tiny voice in my head keeps telling me Claire knows something. Fu