MADRID, SPAIN: 3RD PERSON POV"I can't believe he left me for that British bitch." The blonde said, running a hand through her hair in frustration.All sort of emotions where fighting for dominance in her body; rage, confusion, fear and frustration. And it looked like frustration had won."Technically, she's also Spanish and not just a British bitch." A guy in the corner corrected.The blonde in turn turned to glare disdainfully at him."Do I look like I give a shit? British, Spanish, who cares? To me they're the same, don't we all reside in Europe?" She blurted.The guy decided not to comment.Although Ren could be identified as just a British, it wouldn't hurt to refer to her using her actual descent.And the Spanish and British clearly weren't the same. British people came from England, Scotland, Wales or Northern Ireland.While Spanish or Hispanic people traced their roots from Spain, Cuba, Mexico, Puerto Rico, South or Central America and other Spanish speaking countries.From wh
MADRID, SPAIN: CHARLIE'S POVThe whole gang was hanging out at Starbucks, well except Ren. She said she had something to take care of.Lately I'd been examining my feelings for her, and I had finally come to a conclusion. I had discussed it with my parents and they gave me their blessing. I had talked with Mr. Taylor also, and he said as long as I didn't hurt his baby girl I could do whatever I please."So." I began, not knowing how to start.They were in a deep discussion, something about balancing their love lives with their work lives. I had no fucking idea what they were talking about. I had zoned out during the entire conversation, which was why I was shocked when someone actually heard me."So?"I looked up to see Carlisle looking pointedly at me. His question made everyone stop talking to glance at Carlisle then at me."So what?" Esme asked Carlisle.Carlisle continued to glance heatedly at me as he spoke, "Our Rey has something to say, but y'all are busy talking too much to no
MADRID, SPAIN: RENÉE'S POVI was at Forever 21, helping Soledad to search for the perfect dress. She refused to let me know why she needed a dress just that it was an emergency.I didn't know exactly why, but it seemed like something was bothering her. Mandy was a whole different issue. I still didn’t get why I was dragged along, it wasn't as if I was any help when it came to fashion.Shopping at a mall was energy and time wasting, I'd rather have shopped online, but these two shopaholics didn't want any of that."Hey, Ren! I tried this dress on but it didn't fit. Then I thought, may be it’d look great on you." Soledad breathed.She was holding a beautiful, black, formal dress. I took it from her and walked into one of the changing rooms to try it on. It fit like a glove, hugging and accentuating all my curves and dips."Yay! It fits, let's buy it." Sole suggested, pushing me back into the changing room to change into my original clothes."What about you?" I asked.We had been here fo
MADRID, SPAIN: RENÉE'S POVIt had been three months since Charlie and I started dating.Yeah dating, you heard right.After he admitted that he felt something for me, he made it clear that he wanted us to start our relationship over normally. We went on numerous dinner dates.Although neither of us had said the three words yet, things were going greater than I imagined.Right now, I was on my way back from England. I had been gone for two weeks due to some mafia and related work, and I wanted to surprise Charlie with a visit as he wasn't expecting me to return till next week.He had moved out of the mafia base to his very own condo so we could have some much needed privacy.When I got there I quietly opened the door and tried not to make a sound. I headed for our room and opened the door without a second thought.My words got caught in my throat at what I saw.Sabrina had her hands all over my husband, and they were full on k-ki-ki-kissing.Suddenly it felt like I was suffocating, my
UNKNOWN LOCATION: CHARLIE'S POVI was seated in my jet, on my way to London. I needed to find mi amor to explain what really happened to her, she might not know it but she actually saved my life.What happened back at my condo wasn't really what it looked like, and I was going to prove to her that she was the only woman I would ever think of touching.I know she despises me right now, but here's my side of the story.FLASHBACK"Charlie, I'm back." I heard a shrill high-pitched voice. I cringed involuntarily.I sat up to glance at the owner, it was Sabrina.She was dressed up in an over-revealing outfit and had her face caked with make-up. My surprised expression morphed into one of annoyance."Get out! Now!" I hissed at her in anger and annoyance.I didn't give a bloody damn how she got in, I just wanted her out of my condo as soon as possible. She was unwanted here."Nuh-uh-uh!" She said in a sing-song voice, "I'm not leaving till my job here is done." She pulled out a gun I hadn't n
LONDON, ENGLAND: RENÉE'S POVI was in my condo, watching some cheesy romantic comedy and chugging down a tub of rocky road ice cream.I felt disoriented and all messed up. I was in so much emotional pain that I was numb to the brain freeze I got.I felt pathetic as I choked on my own sobs while trying to swallow a large scoop of ice cream. How it even managed to enter my mouth was still a mystery to me."Is this how your dad raised you? Seriously Ren. You're a mafia Boss. You shouldn't let something as petty as a heartbreak take you down."I glanced up to see Esme looking down at me in disapproval. How had I not heard her come in?Whatever.I went back to watching the rom-com I had picked in haste. I had been binge watching it for hours now and I still didn't know the plot or even the main characters' names.Esme was right though, this wasn't how my dad raised me. I was literally wallowing in self-pity and it was all because of that bastard.Esme, frustrated that I wasn't paying her a
RUSSIA, MOSCOW: 3RD PERSON'S POVDiego Volkov slammed his opened hand against his leather topped desk in frustration. He had to formulate another plan and fast since the last one went wrong.He just got wind of it that Sabrina had been killed. Yes, he had wanted the bitch dead but not when she hadn't completed her final assignment."I guess if you want something done right you've got to do it yourself." He mumbled to no one in particular.He crossed his legs on top of his desk and glanced up in annoyance as someone dared to barge into his office. He later calmed down when he saw who it was."Boss, you’ve got a message from Delilah." His right hand man, Mr. Petrov stated, stretching out a sealed brown envelope towards him.Diego furrowed his eyebrows in confusion but grabbed the envelope anyway. He quickly opened it and read its contents. His face brightened as he read.'Charlie is getting married, an actual wedding this time.' Diego processed the new piece of information.Mischief beg
MADRID, SPAIN: CHARLIE'S POVI stood at the altar of the huge church, shifting my weight from one foot to another in nervousness and glancing at my wristwatch every five minutes.The congregation watched me in askance, probably wondering where the fuck my bride was.I had no idea why mi esposa wanted the wedding to be done in a church, but what mi amor wants she gets.The officiating minister stood with a placid expression but I could tell that he was getting really impatient.I ran my hand through my hair in frustration and glanced at the huge brown grandfather clock on the opposite wall.Mi amor wasn't here yet because she had some mafia work to take care of a few hours earlier, which bothered me. I mean, who tortures people a few hours before her wedding? The woman is a sadist.The entire congregation put on relieved expressions as they finally noticed her walking down the aisle with Mr. Taylor. I audibly gasped at her sheer beauty and the officiating minister straightened up from
BALI, INDONESIA: ISABELLA’S POVWhen Dimitri had told me that we’d be going to mall tonight to watch a movie at the cinema, I was ecstatic. I mean, what could go wrong?It was when we finally arrived at the cinema that I found out he had bought tickets to a horror movie, The Exorcist: Believer. Just like my mum I wasn’t good with horror movies.No matter how hard I tried to not get scared shit, movie night with my friends ended with my face buried in pillows for most parts of the movie. Rosalie had gotten my father’s insane love for horror, and we ended up having silly arguments anytime we had to pick a movie to watch as a family.I tried all I could to convince Dimitri that horror and me was never a good idea. Unfortunately he didn’t take me seriously, and literally carried me into the theatre so we could take our seats.Aji had been tasked to get us popcorn and drinks. I silently prayed he got us a large bucket, so I could focus only on finishing it up. If that didn’t work, I would
BALI, INDONESIA: DIMITRI’S POVAfter I carried her back to the bedroom things got heated between us pretty clearly. This time I left out the cuffs, and gave her the chance to show me what ecstasy felt like. That amazing mouth of hers worked wonders on my dick, and it made me crave for her more. I could not get enough of Isabella.We had agreed that she would continue to take the pill. We weren’t ready to bring little ones into our messed up lives. I realised yesterday that I was still sore from my mother’s death.To tell my wife about how her mother-in-law died, I needed to muster a lot of emotional strength. I definitely wouldn’t like to break down in front of her.The next morning the cook had prepared some nasi goreng. It was the Balinese version of fried rice with fresh veggies. The delicious dish had been served with fried eggs, and I could tell Isabella enjoyed it very much.Today I planned to take her on a tour of Bali. I would take her to a few tourist sites in the area. I cal
BALI, INDONESIA: ISABELLA’S POV I woke up to an empty bed the next day. I sat up and looked around in confusion. Dimitri definitely wasn’t in the bedroom, but there were colourful paper bags at the foot of the bed. I checked them out to satisfy my curiosity. They contained clothes, make up, and heels. I had forgotten that I didn’t get the chance to pack anything for the trip, but my phone.These clothes definitely wouldn’t do for the short time we were to be here, I’d have to go shopping. I got up from the bed and opened a door in hope that it lead to a bathroom. I found a jacuzzi bath tub, already filled with water and floating red roses. I took off the sheet I had wrapped around my body and stepped into the tub.I dressed up later, and left the bedroom to find Dimitri in the kitchen. The cook had arrived, and had prepared breakfast. When I first noticed the numerous stacks of pancakes, fried eggs, and cut bananas, I thought it was all too much for just two people.That was until I
BALI, INDONESIA: DIMITRI’S POVMy jet landed safely at the Denpasar International airport in Bali. The car I had recently purchased and the driver I’d hired were waiting patiently for us. I got off the jet first and helped Isabella to come down without tripping over her dress.When her heels finally touched the ground, I swept her off them and into my arms. I walked us to the black Mercedes-Maybach, and the driver opened the door to the backseat so that I could put her in. I got in beside her, and the driver shut the door after us.Aji took his seat and revved the engine, while I sent him the directions to my penthouse. It was located metres away from the world famous Uluwatu Beach, and had a great view of the ocean. I bought it a year ago with the idea that if my dad became too much for me to handle I’d just go there to lay low for a few months.It was beautiful, and I had no doubt that Isabella would love it. I paid some people to set the mood for us before we arrived. When Aji pull
LONDON, ENGLAND: ISABELLA’S POV I was dressed in a charming applique V-neck wedding dress with spaghetti straps. It was elegant and backless with a long train. I held a bouquet of flowers in one hand, and the other held on to my dad’s arm. We gracefully walked towards where Dimitri stood with the officiant. The bridesmaids, Alice and Rosalie, had already gone before me with the maid of honour, Jessica. Dimitri’s best man, Sam, stood beside him and had his gaze fixed on my sister. She did look stunning in her outfit. Who could blame him? I caught Dimitri’s gaze when I drew closer to him and held it even after my dad gave me away. The ceremony began, and I hadn’t even realised that I had been holding my breath in anxiety. There was this sinking feeling in my stomach that something would go wrong. We took turns reciting our vows and then slipped a ring on each other’s finger. It was when Dimitri was told that he may kiss the bride, did shit hit the fan. Gunshots rang out from every po
LONDON, ENGLAND: ISABELLA’S POVI went to Jess’ room when I returned from Laurent’s house. She was in bed watching a Netflix series on her laptop. I got onto the bed, and buried my head in her pillows to groan as loud as I could.“Let me guess, Dimitri signed the contact.” She commented.“Yeah, and I had to tell Laurent everything.”“And it obviously didn’t go well, but not bad enough to make you cry.”I turned my head to face her, “If my parents have thought me anything, it’s to fall with your head and not your heart.”Jess didn’t reply, something had caught her attention. It was her phone. Out of curiosity I leaned over her MacBook to get a look, but she quickly turned off the phone. I mentally rolled my eyes. I knew all six numbers of her passcode.“What was that?” I enquired, scrutinizing her facial expression in case she’d lie to me.“Noah sent a nude photo of him, and it’s for my eyes only.” She replied, and waved me away with a hand.I shook my head and fell back on to the bed
LONDON, ENGLAND: ISABELLA’S POV“Dimitri has not signed the contract yet. There will be no partying until he has done so, and I do hope that he does not.” I told them, and dropped unto my bed.“Huh, wait, so it’s not a joke.” Jasper spoke up, and I groaned loudly in response.I really wished it was just that, a joke, but it wasn’t. My parents had literally put an entire institution on my head. One I wasn’t sure I could carry without losing my balance and falling.I politely told my friends that I needed some time to think, and they left my room one after the other. Edward however stayed behind, and turned to me.I sat up to look at him, his expression was unreadable. He didn’t like this, but even if I wasn’t getting married to Dimitri, he till didn’t have a chance with me.“So this is it then, no turning back?” He enquired, not taking his eyes off me.“My mum threatened to kill Laurent.” I whispered.“Then let him die. Bella, your freedom and sanity is much more important.” He snapped
NEVADA, UNITED STATES OF AMERICA: DIMITRI’S POVIt was almost nightfall by the time we made it to Vegas. Sam and I visited our favourite strip club to blow off some steam. The inside was already bursting with life, music, and dance when we got in. From past experiences I knew this was only the beginning, the actual fun was yet to come.Sam paid for a VIP seating so he could have a better view of the stage, and drinks at his disposal. He wasn’t here to cheat on his girlfriend. Well, I needed to get over the unforgettable moment I had spent with a certain blonde. I needed to fuck someone.I told Sam to give me a call when he was ready to leave, and left to go rent a champagne room. I paid for an exotic entertainer, and asked the server to leave us alone after he had poured me a glass of champagne. I held the glass in one hand as I sat in the large couch with my limbs spread open.The brunette gave me a lap dance in her intricate revealing black lingerie and red platform heels. I wasn’t
LONDON, ENGLAND: ISABELLA’S POVWhen Rosalie finally replied my texts I had almost fallen asleep. Apparently Sam had spilled his guts to her, and she had still accepted him. Unfortunately he had been called back to Russia by his father, Diego’s right hand.Great. My sister and I had scored the Boss family of the Russian mafia. How did we get so lucky? I rolled my eyes alongside the heavy sarcasm.Rosalie had also spilled her guts to him. Not everything though, just what she felt he needed to know. When she turns sixteen, she and her gang will be transferred to Spain where their training would continue. This was so they could start running the Spanish mafia when she turns eighteen.If my dad didn’t get through to Diego, Sam and Rosalie getting married might just solve the problem. They would just have to wait until they were old enough. Eighteen and fourteen had an age gap when you thought about it, but it really wasn’t that huge.Fuck! My fourteen years old sister was in love with an