Еmily Whites, a twenty-fоur-year-оld florist living a quiet life in Venezuela, aссidentally sеnds a dinner invitаtion tо thе wrong number. Instead of hеr bеst friend, thе reciрient is Zaсk Тorres, a feared mafia leader ruling ovеr Americа. Whеn Zaсk shows up аt hеr doorstеp, Еmily’s wоrld is turnеd upside down. Knоwn for his ruthless nаture, Zaсk is surprisеd tо find himsеlf drawn tо Еmily's kindnеss аnd innoсenсe. As thеir livеs intertwine, Zaсk’s cold exteriоr bеgins tо crack, reveаling a man who wоuld burn thе wоrld down tо proteсt Еmily. Yet, Еmily is tоrn—can shе trust this dangerous man who claims tо lovе hеr, or is hеr hеart simply аfrаid of thе рower hе hоlds? With Marсellus, Zaсk’s vengeful rival, targeting Еmily tо destroy Zaсk, thеir lovе is put tо thе ultimаte tеst. Will thеir cоnnectiоn survive thе stоrm thаt threаtens tо teаr thеm аpаrt, or will Еmily’s fear ovеrshadow thе lovе Zaсk is desperаte tо show hеr?
View MoreI was planning to go after Fernando after I was done with Noah and his other men. However, when Emily told me about her condition, I went numb, my chest ached but I refused to let pain be visible on my face. Her words sliced through my heart like a sharp blade and at that moment it felt like nothing else mattered but her.Even now, I’m only drawn to her. I can’t think of anything else but the ways that can recover her from the sickness she is enduring.I slightly turn my head and look at sleepy Emily. Her head rests on my shoulder, and her hands clutch my arm gently. Of course, she was tired, it took us fourteen hours to reach here. We landed an hour ago, and now we are travelling in the car to the apartment I booked for both of us.It’s 11 pm already.If I had wanted to, I would have taken her to my mansion, which I own in the UK, but since my guards take care of that place, she probably wouldn’t like it.But whatever, my duty is to make her feel comfy whenever I take her somewhere.
“Emily?”I hum in sleep.“Emily, wake up,” someone says softly and I feel the warmth of someone’s skin against mine. Someone cupping my face and pushing back the loose strands of my hair.I know who it is.I open my eyes slowly and my gaze meets Zack’s hazel eyes. He’s sitting next to me on the bed. I don’t remember when I fell asleep. It’s interesting how I didn’t have a stomachache again last night.“Wake up,” he mutters as his eyes soften. A smile tugs at the corner of my lips.“Hey,”“Now, get up. And pack your necessary accessories,” he says and slips down from the bed. “However, I don’t think you will need to because I have made arrangements, already.”“What?” I narrow my brows. I stretch my arms as I rise and straighten my back. “But why?”“We are going to the UK,” he says as he buttons up his white shirt while looking into the dressing mirror. “Come on now.”“Oh,” I mutter. “So, you want to spend all your time with me until I’m no longer alive?"He pauses and stares at my refl
I switch to the food channels and toss the remote on the table. Leaning back on the couch I watch the old woman cook and discuss the ingredients she’s using to make the dish.I have been rotting on the couch for more than three hours. I don’t feel sleepy either. I drank two cups of herbal tea but I don’t think my health is willing to improve. A few minutes ago I had abdominal pain again. And guess what? It was worse than the previous one.I did try to get up but then immediately felt as if I’d pass out. I don’t feel sleepy, yet feel sluggish to take a step. God knows how I managed to prepare another cup of herbal tea for myself.As I pull my legs up to my chest after kicking off the slippers, I hear my doorbell ring.My heart throbs in my chest, threatening to break my ribs. It’s 1 am, for God’s sake. Who could it be?Don’t tell me it’s them again. Those scary guys. The bell rings again.I swallow hard as I struggle to get on my feet. Taking each step slowly, I walk out of the living
The footsteps grow thicker, advancing toward the basement door where I have captured Kylo. It’s funny, considering how easily they obeyed him instead of being suspicious. However, I can’t tell if they were playing along, too.I pull the slider of my gun and aim it at Kylo’s head before the door flings open with a loud thud.“Kylo-” Bryce comes into my view. At first, he narrows his eyebrows in chaos but as soon as realisation hits him, his eyes widen in scepticism.The other men stand behind him, sharing the same expression.“What the-” Bryce says, stepping further into the room.“Imagine going after someone in order to sneak into a mafia’s system. And not any mafia, but the one who owns the half of the America,” I say. “Sounds absurd, right?”“I can’t believe it,” the bald guy says, feeling deceived. Noah. “This can’t be real. You’re not-”“I am, Zack Torres. Now stop convincing yourself that I’m not real,” I scoff.I scan each of them. “There are only six of you? That means Emily was
There are a large number of people inside the building so it would be imprudent to get inside with guns. It will create a mess that those guys will take great advantage of.The only way to catch them is to get them out of that building somehow.“So?” Keith asks, his fingers flying over the keyboard of his laptop. “What are you up to?”I glance out of the car window before looking at Keith again. “Did you hack the CCTV camera, yet?” I ask, ignoring his question.At first, I thought they might have disconnected the cameras from their room so nobody could hear their conversation, but I was wrong. They didn’t seem to really care about that.Keith sighs. “You’re overly stretching this matter. The idea of getting into the building while disguised as normal people and meeting them sounds good to me.”“No, it will cause unimaginable consequences,” I argue.“But they won’t even recognize us,” he murmurs.“Oh, so you mean they will warmly welcome someone they don’t even recognize?” I raise a br
Fifty-plus messages from Zack and I haven’t replied to any of them. I’ve been ignoring his calls, too. I’m not in the right frame of mind to face him and answer his unending questions.I’m uncertain if I’ll be able to make him despise me.I open the door to the living room, step inside, hold my mug filled with herbal tea, and sit comfortably on the couch.I’m about to turn on the television when my phone buzzes on the table. I look closer and notice Lizzie’s number pop up.Oh, here we go, again.I pick up my phone and swipe up to answer it. I gently press the phone against my ear while I take a sip of my tea.“Hello, princess!” she sounds as if she has been desperate to talk to me. “How are you doing?”I’m afraid she will not like my answer.“I’m good,” I say, trying to sound as cheerful as she is. But it doesn’t matter, she won’t be able to recognise that uneasiness in my voice because I have always been like this. Unenergetic.“What about you?” I ask after taking another sip from my
I place my hand on the scanner and the moment it beeps, the doors slide open, letting me into the cell. My footsteps echo through the hallway. As I get nearer to one of the doors, the screams grow louder. It feels as if I’m in hell and people are getting punished for their sins.Even though I’m one of the sinners.I enter the code, which is located on the wall next to the door and the door opens.My eyes land on Orson, whose hands have been chained to the wall. I move closer to him and notice blood dripping down from his nose, his left eye has swelled and turned purple, his shirt has been torn and blood is stained on it. Some part of me is a little satisfied to see him in such a filthy condition. He deserves this after all.I look over my shoulder and find my guards standing erect. Their knuckles are bloodied as they have been torturing Orson for two hours.I glance at Orson, his head hanging down between his shoulders."You know, your words didn’t make any sense to me when you were b
Dr Little tosses my tests on the table as he rubs his face. His expression tells me that something is not right. After I told him about my symptoms, he asked me to undergo a few tests and then bring back the results to him. I followed his instructions, spending hours in labs to get everything done, but then I returned and showed him the reports. And now, that I have finally returned with the results, hoping for some clarity, I watch his reaction. It’s obvious the results haven’t met his expectations—or worse.“Emily, I’m afraid,” he mutters as he takes off his glasses, glancing at me. His eyes have no confidence.“What is it, Dr Little?” I ask, my voice laced with concern.“It’s a bad news,” he sighs.“Please, tell me what’s the matter?” I ask as my body gets tensed.“Your blood cell count is low,” he continues. “When you first told me about your symptoms I thought you only had anemia which is curable.”“What do you mean ‘only’?” I narrow my brows.“Emily…,” he clears his throat befor
I will start going back to the floral shop tomorrow. Zack might get upset about this, so I prefer not to mention it to him. Besides, going to work is just a distraction from what happened. I can’t shake off the feeling of being scared. Their voices still echo in my head, and I want to find a way to get rid of them.I run my fingers through my hair as I advance toward the bed and grab my phone which is resting on the table lamp.My eyes land on the recent message that is from Zack.ZACK: Hey, Blossom. Is everything alright there?ME: Yeah. Are you home, yet?ZACK: No, I’m up to my ears. It’s going to take a lot of time.ME: Zack, please don’t pressure yourself too much into this matter. You need a break.ZACK: I would feel restless anyway until I find those guys.I sigh and give myself a moment before texting him back.ME: Alright but please be safe.ZACK: Relax, darling. I think you need some sleep.ME: Goodnight.As I’m about to switch off my phone, a drop of red liquid lands on the s
I pull the slider and press the muzzle against the man's forehead, who is kneeling before me. Sweat trickles down from the sides of his head. "I'm going to ask you for the last time," I say, my voice as rigid as a stone. "Was it Marcellus who sent you to spy on me?"He shakes his head. "I told you already..." he trails off as he shivers violently. "The person who used to call me every night never revealed his name or who he worked for. However, every night he would ask me for information about you and I would give it to him. In return, he would send me a large sum of money."It's definitely him. Unlike Marcellus, I have never been conspired against by any mafia leader to date because they already know what the consequences will be like. He sees me as a fragile glass he can easily crush with his hands. Little does he know that the same glass can make him bleed if he crushes it with bare hands. "What did you tell him about me?" I ask.He pauses for a few seconds before answering in...
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