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Love Hurts FORTY SIX The Secret Vault
Dakota POV . . "Madam Florence, I apologize. I didn't report for how many days now. It's your decision, ma'am. I will respect it no matter what!" I couldn't look her in the eye. I was looking down at the floor the whole time. "Hmm! Perhaps I should give you a punishment, Dakota." I couldn't see her expression, but I imagined her fierce but refined look. "What do you think?" "I...I think!" goodness, I couldn't speak at all when I was in front of her. "You see, Dakota. I have a decent code for working, which I have lived with for a long time. That's why SF Galore has flourished for decades!" with the click-clacking of her high-heeled shoes, I could tell she moved from her desk to some of the mannequins lined in rows. I remained speechless. I blamed Martin for everything. I thought I was so unprofessional, the fact that SF Galore gave me a shot, and Madam Florence herself was the one who hired me, I was just throwing that once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. She was already
Love Hurts FORTY SEVEN The Grand Entré
It was Saturday! The Grand Party had arrived. I wasn't just escorted by Madam Florence, but we also rode in her black Mercedes Splinter luxury van where I didn't need to bend down when getting out of the car door. I saw her speaking to Luke at her office earlier, giving him a serious talk not to say a single thing to Martin. The latter almost peed on his pants when Madam Florence's eyes blazed with a warning. I ended up wearing the elegant ball gown Madam Florence wore on her 18th birthday. I felt like a princess at the moment. I was already 25, but this gown made me feel like I was just 18. My one-of-a-kind mentor was also mesmerizing with her looks tonight. She was wearing one of her designs that was worn once by an iconic and legendary Hollywood actress. As the door of the car automatically slid open, Madam Florence got off first. She glanced at me with a satisfying smile while waiting for my grand entrance. As I got out of the van, the media and paparazzi began clicking
Love Hurts FORTY EIGHT Trust Him
"Fiancee?!" I repeated, raising a pitch at the end of my tone. I saw Martin avoid my curious stare and heard Madam Florence's deep sigh. That's when Shantel came to our little group of chaos with her arrogant aura, looping immediately her hands around Martin's arm. "Oh! My apologies, Miss Weasley!" "It's Weasly!" I corrected. "Pronounce my last name well, Miss Zaborowski. Our family may not be as powerful as yours, but we are also well-known, especially when it comes to prestige and manners!" that was so true. My father was a wealthy businessman, but he never took advantage of anyone. My mom was a nurse at a public hospital. She never accepted any nursing position at a private hospital because, for her, serving patients who couldn't afford expensive treatments was her happiness in life. The music stopped, and the guests were surrounding us. However, the paparazzi kept on clicking their cameras on us. Whoever hired these stupid photographers was here with an objective~ to create
Love Hurts FORTY NINE Tying our Relationship with a Ring
We went back to the main deck like strangers. Luke followed me, acting as my personal guard while Martin walked straight to Shantel, which made the latter smile vigorously. As we glanced at the stage, a middle-aged man held a microphone and began tapping its speaker, checking its sound. "Hello! Guests at Luminous Lounge, we are here to celebrate a very special event in the name of Mr. Martin Marcini, CEO of SF Group!" the whole main and upper deck were covered with loud applause and greetings while their eyes were fixed on Martin, who was standing tall between his mother and Shantel. "Not everyone knew about it, but Mr. Marcini is the only son of a very legendary fashion icon, Madam Florence Salvatore. Now, we are all here to celebrate his comeback. Mr. Marcini, anything to say, please!" the middle-aged man asked as he gave the microphone to Martin. Everyone clapped and gave the mother and son a warm greeting. Cameras were everywhere, flashing their pictures from every angle.
Love Hurts FIFTY We Were Once Friends
"What are you doing, and where am I? I freaked out. I clenched the duvet tight to cover myself. "Wooo! Sorry, reflexes. I'll come back later. My housekeeper was the one who removed your gown last night!" Harry turned around but also turned back. "You're in my house, by the way!" and sprinted before closing the door. 'What? In his house? I thought he was renting a unit at Sitara Tower?' I uttered inwardly. I hastily walked to the built-in closet on my right side and slid the black wall. I rummaged through the hung clothes with my hands, looking for something to wear. I took a deep gasp when I couldn't find any. I searched for some shirts in the drawer and picked up one of Harry's t-shirts, the black one with a skull print in front. If this was his house, then a hundred percent, these were his clothes. The shirt became a one-piece with each hem ending in the middle of my thigh when I put it on. I had no choice, I didn't have anything to wear in this place. I just brushed my brunet
Love Hurts FIFTY ONE Big Fish
Martin POV . . I had been calling Dakota's phone, but my calls were all transferred to voicemails. Luke tried to track her phone, but it was untraceable. Last night was a hell of a mess. I told her to trust me, yet she still followed her stupid brain and went with that guy I hated next to Castillo. "Boss, what are we going to do now?" It was Enzo and just like me, he was also banged up with everything. Upon announcing to the world about me and Shantel, the world of the mafia turned into chaos. Her father didn't let me sleep, not even a wink. He talked to me on a video call for more than three hours after the party. The three big mafia groups called and sent me messages nonstop. There was only one who didn't, and I was already expecting it. Yvan Ivanov's group, the Bratva. "Let them think what they want. That's not my concern at the moment!" I dropped the cup of bitter joe on my desk while staring at Dakota's picture on the frame. I took the picture and put it in the drawer
Love Hurts FIFTY TWO They had Begun
Harry POV . . She was still shocked, trying to process everything that I told her. She got up from her seat and began pacing back and forth while her hands rested on her hips. Her head looked up at the ceiling, and then she halted right across from me. "Your real name isn't Harry Volkov?" I nodded. I saw Polina's reflection on the glass wall that divided the dining room and the kitchen. She was watching us, wondering. "Your real name is Yvan Ivanov, and you were Martin's best friend from high school!" "Primary days!" I corrected. "Yeah! You said Primary days!" she nodded. "But why did you betray him?" she roared, making Polina rush to my side and hold my shoulder. "Togda on byl molod i bessilen. On vsegda boyalsya svoyego ottsa (He was young and powerless then. He was always scared of his father)!" Polina butted in, a look of concern was all over her gentle expression. Dakota furrowed her brows at us. "She understands English!" she confirmed. Both Polina and I glanced at each o
Love Hurts FIFTY THREE Sideward Lift
As the small triangular box moved like a sideward lift, and we were like tuna in a can inside, Martin and his men remained vigilant. Levi and my men were also gazing at them sharply with their guns on their sides. "Hide your guns, guys!" I told them. They were adamant, but I firmly gave them a stern gaze. "These aren't our real enemies!" "Yet!" Levi violently uttered. "Oh! You wanna challenge here, dog?!" Enzo was pissed. The two were on a death stare since the gu. the shooting had begun. "C'mon, give me what you've got, Bratva!" he spouted, making the rest of my boys prepare for a fighting stance. "You do d*mn well know, we just saved your lives, amigos!" Roman, the most calm among them, was also trying his best to control his urge to hit one of Martin's men. "How well do you know those as*holes aren't after you?!" The black guy, whose name was Patrick, sneered. "Nico's Diamond Mob aren't after the Bratva, I'd!ot. They are after her!" Maxim pointed at Dakota, who sudde
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