In the dimly lit room, Elena sat on her bed, her tear-stained cheeks evident in the soft glow of the moonlight seeping through the curtains. Her heart weighed heavy with grief, one she hadn't felt in a long while as she clutched her phone tightly in her trembling hands. She knew that in this moment of desperation, she needed to reach out to Syria who had to leave to take care of her family for a while.With a trembling finger, Elena dialed Syria's number and waited anxiously for her to answer. The sound of the ringing echoed in her ears, adding to the ache in her chest. Finally, a familiar voice broke through the silence, filled with concern and love."Hey, Elena, what's wrong?" Syria's voice was a lifeline, offering comfort in a world that seemed devoid of itTears streamed down Elena's face as she poured her heart out, her voice choked with emotion. "Syria, I miss my father so much. He was the only person who stood by me during the darkest times, alongside my mother. His absence fee
The next morning, some of Andrea's men arrived at his doorstep, their faces filled with a solemn look. They had news that struck Andrea deep in his heart, and he knew it would only bring further pain to his already hurt soul. ''Elena's father was buried yesterday.'' one of them said.As the weight of this information settled upon him, a wave of emotions washed over him. He felt a deep sorrow, knowing that Elena still blamed him for her father's untimely death. He could imagine the pain etched on her face, the resentment that had woven itself into her soul. No matter what he did, it seemed that forgiveness would forever evade him.Anger welled up within him, fueled by his own frustration and helplessness. He couldn't bear the thought of Elena carrying this burden of blame for the rest of her life, knowing that she would never find it in her heart to forgive him. The knowledge ate at his soul, tormenting him with its relentless grip.''I see, thank you for telling me. You may leave.''
Its been over a week since Elena got to the new place she had talked to Syria about and to say she was happy about it would be an understatement, she was glad. There were many things that she had to do, many things she had to think of especially since her father had died.''I better call Syria.'' Elena mummured.Dropping her bag to the ground, Elena grabbed her phone, putting it on speed dial. Even though she hadn't spent so much time here, she was already missing her and she wished she was here with her but Elena knew that wasn't possible because Syria had to stay back to take care of the house."Hey Elena! How's everything going in your new place? I hope you're having a fantastic time!"Elena smiled warmly as she responded with enthusiasm, her excitement evident in her words."Syria, you won't believe how incredible it is here! The landscapes are breathtaking, the people are so welcoming, and the culture is beautiful. I feel like I'm living in a dream. I'm truly grateful for this op
Elena anxiously dialed her mother's number, her heart pounding in her chest. After several rings, her mother finally answered the call, and Elena could hear the sadness in her voice."Hello?" her mother answered, her tone heavy with sorrow."Mom, it's me, Elena," she said, her voice quivering slightly."Oh, Elena, thank God you called," her mother replied, relief mixing with the grief in her voice. "I've been so worried about you. How are you holding up? Are you alright?"Tears welled up in Elena's eyes as she took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. "I'm okay, Mom," she assured her, her voice filled with a mix of pain and strength. "It's been tough, but I'm managing. You know how resilient Dad always said I was."There was a pause on the other end of the line, and Elena could imagine her mother nodding, tears streaming down her face. "Yes, you are strong, just like your father," her mother choked out. "But I miss you, Elena. I miss both of you so much, especially now that your
A few hours later, Andrea was still with her, comforting her and making sure that she didn't self harm. He had a feeling that this was the first major weeping she had done ever since her father died and it just seemed like she was waiting for him to come.''Are you hungry? Would you like to eat something?'' he asked.Elena, who had her head on his chest, rose up to look at him. She didn't expect him to say that but just hearing it from him now just proved to her that he really wanted to look after her.''No… i'm not hungry.'' she said, finally.Andrea took her hands in his, giving it a gentle squeeze as he silently assured her that everything was going to be alright.''You know… my father had big plans, plans he wanted to achieve. He told me some of them on the morning he got shot.'' she whispered.Even though her voice was really low, Andrea could still tell what she had said. He held her closer to him, pouring all of his love into the hug.''I'm sorry.'' That was the only thing he
Elena's heart raced as she got back to Andrea's mansion. The grand gates swung open, granting her access to the rich estate that had become her temporary house. She couldn't believe that she was back here despite the familiar surroundings, a sense of unease settled upon her shoulders, tugging at her every step. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong.As Elena stepped through the grand entrance, Andrea greeted her with a mix of relief and concern shining across his face. He had left her back in her house to prepare the house for her and had sent his jet back to pick her up. His piercing blue eyes locked onto hers, silently acknowledging the gravity of the situation. The tension in the air was palpable, and they both knew that their lives were about to change drastically."Welcome back, Elena," Andrea said, his voice tinged with worry. "I've been informed of a threat to your life and I know we have to take adequate measures. We need to take precautions."Elena'
In Andrea's large living room, Elena knew that she had to talk to Andrea about what was bothering her in mind. She needed him to understand what she had in mind since it was his house she was staying in.Sitting on a plush sofa, Elena nervously fidgeted with the hem of her dress as she spoke. "Andrea," she began softly, her eyes searching him for understanding, "I've been thinking a lot lately, and I really want to go see my mother."Andrea's expression changed, concerned with laced lines on his forehead. He leaned back against the armrest of his armchair, contemplating her words. "Elena," he replied gently, his voice tinged with caution, "I understand that you miss her, but you have to consider the dangers involved."Elena's eyes brimmed with a mixture of longing and determination. "I know it's risky, Andrea," she admitted, her voice quivering slightly. "But it's been so long since I've seen her, and I can't shake off this feeling that time is slipping away. I want to be there for he
Andrea's heart pounded against his chest as he searched the grand halls of his mansion, desperately searching for any sign of Elena. Anxiety passed through his veins, manifesting as beads of sweat on his furrowed brow. Elena was nowhere to be found, and Andrea's worry was escalating to the point of madness.''Where the hell is she?!'' he barked.He summoned his trusted men, his loyal servants who had served him faithfully for years. With a sense of urgency, he commanded them to comb through every room, every corridor, and every hidden alcove within the vast mansion. They responded promptly, their footsteps echoing through the hallways as they executed their master's orders.Hours passed with no trace of Elena, intensifying Andrea's distress. His mind raced with worst-case scenarios, imagining her entangled in danger or slipping away from his grasp forever. The thought that she had dared to leave the safety of his residence without his consent struck a nerve, stroking his frustration a