Emma We went to greet some people, and they were all well-dressed, exuding a typical air of superiority. But what a mess, all of them had connections to illicit activities with their families, so they weren't any better than anyone else. Andrew went to greet some of his allies, and I forced a smile; I hated these people, to be honest. "Is this your wife, Don?" one of the men who seemed to be mobsters asked. "Yes, this is Emma Campbell, my wife," Andrew DeLuca said, and it caused a strange sensation in me. Even though I knew it was all a lie, hearing Andrew say that I was his wife triggered an inexplicable anxiety. "Pleasure to meet you, my dear," the man shook my hand, and I forced myself to be polite. "The feeling is mutual, sir." The woman accompanying him just stared at me with disdain, and I pretended she wasn't there, irritated. We leave their presence, and a waiter passed by offering a glass of champagne. I declined, but Andrew immediately grabbed one for me as well. I s
EmmaAndrew pulled the car out of the parking lot and said goodbye to some people, including the pathetic blond. I couldn't understand why I was feeling this way. It was terrible.I felt the silence in the car to be deafening. Andrew drove as if nothing else around him mattered; he didn't look at me, and I avoided his gaze as well. The atmosphere was strange, as always.I sat in the passenger seat beside him, gazing out the tinted window, and everything looked beautiful. I wished life were as simple as it seemed. But, in reality, it was entirely different.I discreetly observed him; there was something in his aura that I couldn't decipher. It seemed like there was so much pain in his heart. Andrew was a mysterious and silent person. He kept everything to himself. But still, I could imagine what he was like deep down.It was strange. He could be an extremely calculating and aggressive man, but at the same time, he made me completely excited.My head was pounding a bit, maybe because I
EmmaI made a pillow barrier between me and him; there was no way I was going to sleep cuddled up with Andrew. That would be giving the enemy too many chances.He's sitting in the chair, his dress shirt almost completely open, revealing his muscular chest and defined abdomen, which unfortunately I couldn't help but notice. His messy, post-party hair."What's this for?" he says, referring to the pillow barrier."I just don't want to sleep close to you," I shrugged."And who told you I want to?" He rolled his eyes. "We've slept together without doing anything several times; today isn't the day I'll give in to your charm." He smirked ironically."I would never flirt with you. Why didn't we leave today?" I quickly changed the subject."I already explained, it's the middle of the night, and I don't know if this was all a setup. The car was fine, Emma. And suddenly, the tire is flat. That's why I thought it was better for us to stay here, which isn't a safe place, but at least we can spend
Emma Andrew's strong hand was securely wrapped around my waist. We were spooning, and I stared at the ceiling, unable to free myself from his embrace. I should have nipped this in the bud. When I'm in his bed, in his arms, I feel unique, like his woman. But I know that, for most couples, it's symbolic - union and love. Our marriage was nothing more than a scheme from which he would benefit. All of this only reminded me that I belonged to him, and it didn't sound romantic. I was his, like his property. I won't lie and be hypocritical; being with him was wonderful. The way he knew how to touch me and make me feel sensations I never imagined experiencing was unique. I bet a thousand women dreamed of having Andrew DeLuca as their husband. But not me. I tried to break free from the spooning position because I needed to use the bathroom. But Andrew began to move, and then his husky voice echoed through the room. "Are you going to run away again like the first time?" he asked with a ton
The men dragged me out of the room, and I couldn't see anything. They simply covered my head to blindfold me. I could only think that it might be the end of everything, the end of my life at that very moment.Andrew didn't return in time; he wouldn't know who took me. And I wasn't even sure if he genuinely cared about me. My mouth was uncovered, so my only option was to scream, hoping that he would at least catch a glimpse of these kidnappers."ANDREW!!" I screamed as loudly as I could.I felt a slap across my face, and the man with an Italian accent said, "You wretched woman, let's go!"They tossed me into the car without any regard and sped away. I couldn't see Andrew DeLuca, and these men were likely going to kill me, or I didn't know what they would do to me.I couldn't see anything, but I could feel that the car was moving. All I wanted was to be with my father at this moment. What would I do? How would I get out of this?Desperation consumed me as I found myself at the mercy of
Andrew DeLuca The smell of coffee invaded my nostrils, and I went in search of something good in this place so that we could have breakfast and leave for the mansion. I had already given the command to my driver. “Is there anything good for breakfast?” I asked the receptionist, who was insinuating herself to me. “There are several breakfast options, would you like me to accompany you, and we can take a walk around the hotel?” she asked in a provocative voice. “No, thanks, I'll manage,” I said firmly. I hated propositioning women! It was no fun. I sorted out a tray of bread and some fruit. The hotel was pretty shabby, but that's what we found for the night. Worry still lingered in the back of my mind, as I feared it was a trap, that they had punctured my tire on purpose. I climbed the steps with my tray in hand, heading for the bedroom, which was only a little way away. Suddenly, I heard a scream, it was Emma's voice pronouncing my name. “ANDREW!!!” her voice echoed through the
Emma"Are you okay?" his deep eyes locked onto me.Who was he? And why did he save me?The man approached and ordered the other guys to leave. I felt scared to be in that warehouse alone with him, but it seemed better than those two brutes."No one here will hurt you. I don't agree with this, but if you cooperate, you'll get out of here safely, capisce?""Who are you? And why are you doing this to me? I haven't done anything to you, I haven't...""That's true. Anyway, I'll bring you some water and something to eat. Behave, Emma."He knew my name. It was obvious that he knew.Although he was involved, he didn't seem like one of those thugs deeply entrenched in the mafia. He appeared to be different and somewhat more rational.It had to be me who remained rational to escape from this place as soon as possible. But where would I run to, and how?I also feared for my father's life, even though Andrew and I had slept together. He still remained the mafioso who forced me into a contract mar
EmmaI was more determined than ever to find a way to escape that damned place. As the moments of silence dragged on, I began to explore the shed in search of any glimmer of hope. I knew my life depended on it. I wasn't sure of anything. When you're kidnapped, trapped in a place where it feels like you can't even breathe properly, your survival instinct takes over.I felt along the cold, dark walls, searching for hidden tools or weaknesses in the shed's security. Every inch I explored felt like a small victory, even if nothing stood out immediately; I needed to get out of there.The doubt about what Andrew DeLuca felt for me wouldn't leave me. Who was I to him? Just a waitress, someone he used and discarded. However, deep in my heart, a small glimmer of hope remained, the hope that he might care for me, that he would come to save me.Minutes turned into hours as I investigated every corner of that dreadful shed. But to no avail, I couldn't find anything to help me.“Damn it,” I grumbl