Maxmillian-/“I can't stay here anymore, Max. I need to do something. I can't just sit here at home and stare at the walls, you know,” she said.My lips stretched into a frown. “I don't want you working. I can give you ten times your earnings in any place you chose to work,” I stated.“I don't care about the pay, Max. I can't continue depending on you for everything. I need my own money to do the things I want and get whatever I want…”“We're saying the same thing, Gianna. I don't need you to work. I'll give an allowance every week,” I interrupted and she groaned.“You are missing the whole point,” she muttered and I sighed.“Fine!” I let out a sigh. “You can work.”Her eyes lit up.“But there is a condition for it,” I added and her smile faltered. “You have to work for me. As my PA. I want my eyes on you all the time.”I know I was being controlling and overprotective but this woman was mine and I'll be damned if I let anything or any man take her from me.“It's either that or you s
Gianna-/It's been only three days sinde I started working with Maxmillian. I didn't think he could be any more infuriating.My first was just an introduction to what I was experiencing. He became strictly professional and overbearing. If he was having mood swings or any of his partners pissed him, I bore the end of that frustration.Not to mention, that his sister, Melody was here as well as the HR.I sucked in a deep breath and stepped into the office.“I got the files you requested for, sir,” I informed him. He was backing me, cigarette in hand.“Get over here, Gianna,” he said and I dragged my feet in front of him with the papers. “Drop them on the desk.”I obeyed and stepped into his line of sight. He didn't look too good. The stress lines on his forehead were enough proof.“Are you okay?” I asked.“No, baby,” he answered. “I'm very stressed.”The fact that he addressed me as baby told me that he needed me as a wife, not an assistant.“Do you want a massage?” I asked him.“No,” h
Gianna-/“You must be Gianna.”I glanced at the woman beside me in the elevator. I have only seen her once or twice. Even then, I didn't know what department she worked with.“Yes, I'm Gianna. You are?” I kept my tone as polite as possible.“Isabel,” she responded. There was this air of arrogance in her tone, like I was supposed to know her from the mere mention of her first name.“Okay.” I said simply and glanced at the floor number of the elevator.“You know who I am right?” She pushed further and I glanced at her.I frowned slightly. “Should I?”Her lips curled into a smirk, arms folding across her chest. “I work closely with Maximilian. We're partners and friends since college.”Ah.That explained the arrogance.I kept my expression neutral, though my grip on my bag tightened slightly. “Okay,” I said, keeping my tone deliberately flat.Her smirk widened. “That’s all you have to say?”“What else should I say?” I shot back.Isabel let out a small laugh, shaking her head. “I see why
/-Dante-/It's been days and I haven't been able to reach her. I could tell something was wrong because Gianna didn't have the courage to go against me.I was still debating on what to do when Piper descended the stairs in a mini dress. It barely covered her thighs and exposed a lot of cleavage.“Where are you going, Piper?” I asked.“Movie set,” she shrugged.“Dressed like that?” I asked and she raised a brow at me.“And what is wrong with that? Didn't you meet me dressed exactly this way?” She retorted.“Are you seriously using that tone with me?” I growled. A bored look crossed her face and my fists clenched.She was acting like a spoiled brat again. Gianna wouldn't even dare dress like this when we had home guests, talk more of going out with it. But here was Piper, audacious and annoying, challenging me.“What exactly is your problem, Dante? You think just because we're dating now, I'd change for you? You better think again!” She hissed.I exhaled sharply, rubbing my temples. Thi
Gianna-/“What is this?” I could barely contain the curiosity and excitement in my tone.It was weekend so I was staying home with Max, of course, but he went out earlier this morning, only to return with these.“Sit on my laps, beautiful,” he said and I blushed a little. I was wearing nothing other than his T-shirt, so when my ass settled on his lap, a satisfied expression crossed his face. He easily slipped his hand under my shirt.I shivered slightly as I felt his rough palm slowly move upwards.“I got you something,” he said out of the blue. To say I was surprised was an understatement. I didn't even want to feenIt was quite a small box, yet I could hardly control my happiness at the fact he gave me a gift.“Take it easy, sweetheart. It's not running,” Max snorted, stroking my back gently.I eventually opened the box and my breath caught my throat.“Diamonds,” I breathed.“Do you like them?” He asked. Was he serious? How could I not like them?“I love itttt!” I squealed, throwing
Gianna-/Maxmillan had an ex-wife?I mean, it was understandable, he was almost forty but he never mentioned anything about her to me.Having her in front of me, with him tensing up like this made my stomach churn. I couldn't help but feel like there was still something between them. Lingering feelings that were yet to die.“What are you doing here?” Max asked her. “This isn't a place for you.”Kesley raised a brow at him. “It's not? I'm guessing it is a place for your little girlfriend then .”I expected Max to correct her. To say I was his wife, not girlfriend but he didn't and my chest tightened.“We are solely here for business,” he went ahead to say, adding more salt to my injuries.Kesley's eyes wrecked through me and she snorted. Her eyes twinkled in amusement as if she knew something that I didn't.“I see you still haven't changed. I hope you have a lovely night,” she said simply and walked away. Max's eyes followed her until she was completely out of sight.“Max…” I called, m
Gianna-/“Tough night, huh?” Marco said beside me. He was a scary huge man that I saw once in a while with Maxmillian.He was almost never around but I knew he was some sort of second in command to Maxmillian. If I could call him that.“Yes,” I swallowed a lump.“I take it my boss is getting on your nerves, huh?” He chuckled and I shot him a look. There was nothing funny about this.“Champagne?” He asked, trying to ease tension.“Will do,” I shrugged.He got two glasses from the server and handed one over to me.I took a sip and stared at the bunch of classy hypocrites before me.“You know, the boss really likes you, Gianna,” Marco said and I rolled my eyes.“Yeah, that's what I think sometimes.”He chuckled but didn't say anything. I decided to ask him the questions that were bothering me, since he was rather eager to play defense.“Can you tell me about Kesley? What was she like and why did they separate?” I asked him and his expression changed.I already knew his answer even before
Gianna-/He didn't speak to me after he walked away from me that night.We just saw each other and walked past without saying a word. I honestly couldn't wait for the weekend to be over so I could get back to work.Not that I enjoyed, but because I knew he wouldn't be able to avoid talking to me then.I was preparing dinner when he walked into the kitchen. He didn't spare me a glance and just grabbed water from the fridge.I'd be lying if I said I wasn't pained. I was making his favorite and he didn't even bother to acknowledge it.I clenched my jaw, stirring the pasta sauce with more force than necessary. The silence was suffocating, the tension in the air thick enough to cut with a knife. If he wanted to act like I was invisible, fine. Two could play that game.But damn it, it hurt.I wasn’t sure what frustrated me more—the way he was ignoring me or the way my chest tightened despite everything.Maxmillian twisted the cap off his water bottle, taking a slow sip before finally, final
Gianna- /I should run.That was the reasonable thing to do but these men all had guns. Running would be suicide, especially when all they had to do was pull the trigger.My entire body froze. I wasn't afraid only of the gunmen that tried to take my life.It was the person holding me now in his hands, telling me that everything will be okay as if he didn't just kill a bunch of people before me. Who was Maxmillan North, really? Every time I think I know him, something comes up to prove me wrong.His world was dark. Ruthless.And tonight, I had seen it in its rawest, bloodiest form.I felt his heartbeat against my cheek, steady and unbothered, as if killing was second nature to him. As if the bodies littered around us were just another part of his day.I pulled back slightly, looking up at him. His sharp, unreadable eyes met mine."Max…" My voice was barely a whisper. It didn't even sound like my voice. I was shocked and beyond terrified even when the people that were trying to kill u
Maxmillian-/The drive should have been peaceful. With Gianna in my arms, all I wanted was a little peace but apparently, I wasn't going to get that.The first bullet hit the rear mirror and Gianna immediately jumped away from me.“Max…”She barely completed the sentence before the next round of bullets shattered the back windshield.“Down!” I barked, pulling her onto the floor just as the driver swerved sharply to avoid the gunfire.The SUV skidded, tires screeching against the pavement. Another shot rang out, hitting the side mirror, sending shards of glass flying.“Where the hell is it coming from?” I demanded, gripping my gun.“Three vehicles tailing us!” the guard in the passenger seat shouted. “Fully armed!”Of course, they were. This wasn’t random. It was a planned hit.Gianna was trembling beside me, her fingers clutching my arm. “Max—”“I’ve got you, baby,” I muttered, pressing a quick kiss to her temple before rising slightly to get a view.One of the black SUVs pulled up on
Gianna-/“Gianna, wait!” Max hurried inside the elevator before it slammed shut.I let out a sigh.“You don't have to apologise, Max. It wasn't your fault, you had nothing to do with it,” I told him but I could see the guilt dancing in his eyes.“She had no right to lay a hand on you. Off all the employees, she knows our true relationship. She had no right to disrespect you that way,” he said.“I am just glad you were there to witness it and not get a doctored report later on, else you would have blamed it on me,” I muttered and something shifted in his gaze.“Are you still holding that against me? I thought we were past that?” He muttered.Past him believing his sister's lies over my truth, yeah. I guess I wasn't angry anymore, but for all I know, today could have been a repeat of that if he wasn't present. His sister would have just turned the story to favour her and he would believe her.“I am so sorry, baby,” he said softly. “I’ll make this right, I promise.”I found myself meltin
Gianna-/I was back to the same boring routine. Meetings, seminars, break, more meetings and work.Despite all that, it was better than staying idly at home. Maxmillan was still in a meeting but he dismised me for lunch break and as much as I wanted to display professionalism, I was hungry.I headed downstairs to the company's cafeteria. As I walked to the cuisine to pick my lunch, I could feel the eyes on me, boring holes into my skin.No matter how hard I tried, I could never get used to the stares. Some were glares, others out of plain curiosity and then the judgemental ones.After picking my food, I turned, searching for an empty table with my eyes.I spotted one at the far back but even as I walked, I could feel the eyes follow me with hushed whispers. After what seemed like forever, I got to table and kept my head down.I was well aware of the rumors spreading. Everyone was worried about my closeness to Maxmillan. Some believed that I was seducing him to keep my job but Max wasn
Gianna-/The silence between us stretched as I watched the realization dawn on Max’s face. He knew he had messed up—badly.“Gianna, I—”I held up a hand, stopping whatever excuse he was about to make. “Save it, Max. You thought it was a good idea to bring her here, into our home, for dinner?” My voice was calm, but the fire in my chest burned hotter with every word.He sighed, dragging a hand down his face. “I didn’t think it would be a big deal.”I let out a sharp laugh. “A big deal? Oh, of course not. Having dinner with your ex-wife is completely normal, right? Maybe next time I’ll invite Dante over so we can all play happy little house together.”His jaw clenched at the mention of Dante, and I saw a flicker of jealousy in his eyes. Good. Let him feel something.“That’s not the same, and you know it,” he bit out.“Oh, really? Because from where I’m standing, it’s exactly the same.” I stepped closer, tilting my head. “Tell me, Max—what was the point of all this? What were you trying
/-Gianna-/When Max had me to dress up nicely and prepare dinner for three, I naturally assumed it was a work associate that was coming over.Nothing prepared me to face his ex-wife, Kesley. I didn't know whether to be mad or confused.To think he even went to pick her up and she looked God, like she was going on a date. Maybe she was.The moment I opened the door, Max walked to me and kissed me deeply on the lips.“You look gorgeous, baby,” he commented and despite the way I felt inside, I found myself smiling like an idiot.“You have company,” I noted,. letting my attention rest on Kesley.“Yes, she will be joining us for dinner. Kesley meet the love of my life, Gianna. Gianna, meet Kesley, my ex-wife,” Maxmillian introduced.I could have sworn I saw a glint of disappointment in her eyes when he introduced me to her. Another reason for me to believe that she had an ulterior motive.I forced a polite smile, even as my stomach twisted. “It’s nice to meet you.”Kesley’s lips curved int
Kesley-/“She is pretty, I give her that,” I said, stirring my coffee idly.“That is all you are going to say? Your husband is with a nobody and all you can do is give her compliments?” Isabel asked in disbelief. “Is that the reason you asked me to keep an eye on him? To compliment whoever he goes out with?”I took a sip of the coffee. “Where is this form? Coffee & Cakes? I could have sworn they make better coffee,” I said and she frowned.“No, this is from the office cafeteria but that is not the point. We're talking about your husband…”“Ex-husband,” I corrected. “Besides, I don't think you should be worried about her. Max doesn't take her seriously. He is still hopelessly in love with me.”Isabel looked at me as if I had grown two heads.“Are you being serious right now?” She asked me.“I saw him at the party, Isa. I saw the way he looked at me and I can confidently tell you that if I decided to go back to that man right now, that little girl he keeps by his side. What is her name
Dante-/“Are you sure of this? How much is the deal worth?” I asked.“It's half a billion dollars, boss. They have already finalized everything with Maxmillian and the goods will move on Saturday night,” he informed me.“I see and you are certain the Russian made this offer?” I asked.“Yes boss. Dmitry Ivanov met with him to make the offer himself. The initial offer was three hundred million dollars but Maxmillan wrote it off and wouldn't budge until it hit half a billion. The goods are currently at the Chicago warehouse, ready to be moved,” he continued.Wow!These bosses come over here and wouldn't even offer me up to a hundred million on anything and yet they beg Maxmillian to sign at half a billion.Annoyance and anher bubbled within my chest. This was the same fucking deal I was bidding for at fifty million dollars and somehow, Maxmillan, who didn't even show interest to begin with was offer half a billion?My grip around my phone tightened.“Well let's see who will be celebratin
Gianna-/It was hard to avoid the eyes at every corner I turned. Everyone was just looking at me in some kind of way and it made me feel extremely uncomfortable.I gathered everything I needed and headed to the counter. Maxmillian had a permanent scowl on his face, directed at the manager. He had a pleading look in his eyes. Like his job was on the line. Maybe it was.“I got everything,” I informed Maxmillian.“Please sir, I sincerely apologize for the inconvenience. I had no idea she was your…”“You don't need to have an idea of who she is before you have basic courtesy. A card was declined, you try again or ask for another one, not declare her a thief and embarrass her before everyone!” Maxmillian said angrily and the man lowered his head with a flustered expression.“If there is anything I can do to fix this, sir. I honestly do not want to lose my job,” he pleaded.“Anything?” Max asked and I immediately knew it was about to go down.“Yes, please. Anything at all,” he affirmed.“Fi