Once the evening winds had breezed into his face, Colton was face with the dawn of realization that was his freedom. With a smirk across his lips, he slipped the phone into his pockets after the call with Kayla and he looked to the man before him who was all but pleased.And that man so happened to be Isabella’s father—Gerald Evans.“It’s a pleasure to have worked with you again” Colton croaked in the dead of the night as his hands went into his deep pockets. He cleared his throat and Gerald ran his fingers through his hair. “This is the last time” He gritted through sour teeth.“This is the last time you ever drag me into your messes, the last time i help you” He raised his voice and Colton cackled. “I doubt, Mr Evans. Because as long as i still keep your secrets, even decades after, you will always be indebted to me” He replied and Gerald inched close enough to bury his hands into his chest.“Not the cost of betraying my own daughter” He grunted.“The daughter who doesn’t want anyth
“Isabella.”Resting his head against her door, he called her name. Leonardo knocked a million times but there was no response and then his hands fell around the door knob and it lightly gave way. There was a creaking steady noise but that wasn’t what scared him.It was the fact that he stood face to face with an empty room——the kind that resonated a disturbing energy, neatly tidied bed and dusted shelves, barely any piece of clothing around nor personal belongings. Isabella’s bag was gone and so was she and when Leonardo halted, his heart shuddered in his chest.“Sir” Catching his breath, he turned around to where Tessa called him and he pointed behind him with an arch between his brows. “Where is she—i was about to call her for dinner and i walked in and it’s empty” He tried to calm his shaky voice and he pushed a hard lump down his throat.“Did you not see my calls?” Tessa whispered, a crack in hers and he pulled out his phone to shake his head. “She left a few hours ago with a bag
“Oh my God”Joan walked through the front door in a bid to fill her lungs with fresh air. Her hands ran through her hair the moment Leonardo had broken the news to her and it was as though all of a sudden she was short of breath.“Hold on, for how long has this been going on?” Her voice was shaken, ridden with guilt as her arms fell to her hips. “It’s been three weeks” He replied. “Do you have any idea where she could have gone?” He asked and she humphed, needing more than a few minutes to process what she had just been told.“If she’s with you Joan just tell me” Leonardo felt because of her silence, perhaps she was hiding something but she shook her head. “She can’t be with me, Leonardo” She gritted, the winds drying the tears that wanted to fall from her eyes and she heaved a deep breath.“Where are you?”Joan pushed a hard lump down her throat before she replied. “I’m very far away, Leonardo” Turning her head to the door she’d walked from, she continued and even Leonardo didn’t hav
Jazzlyn’s sight was set upon the swaying transparent curtains as they drifted against the winds that flushed through the cabin windows. She was lying across the bed when the morning shore scent breezed through her nose mixed with the chef’s early breakfast aroma.Los Angeles was as different to Norman as it could possibly be. The breeze from the sea was cold and often times the sight, more beautiful. There was a traditional bustling vibe you would get but with a mix of strong community—that was only when you did dive further into the city. Having spent a majority of their vacation days on the beach however, Daniel and Jazzy had accustomed themselves to the diversity and enchante of the place.Enchante, because most people would argue that LA was just as much as a city of love as Paris was.She parted her eyes open after an adrenaline-filled night and her hands softly toiled the edges of his moist skin. When Jazzy lifted her gaze, they were immediately met by his eyes that were alread
"Oh my God."In front of him, a metal door to a cold-shut chamber pulled open with a thunderous noise. The air from within burst into his face as Leonardo shut his eyes for a second. "Oh my God" Was the next he'd heard and Harold's footsteps drifting further away from him. They were accompanied by the safe's manager who had the key to this century old chamber that was to bear the largest fortune. The scent of cash and wealth filled the air as Harold's pupils dilated at the sight of freshly printed money and minted coins piled upon one another. He turned back to Leonardo who had tried to conceal a shock of his own.His father was this rich.Rich enough to leave all of this behind. "This could be at least a couple million dollars, don't you think?" Harold grasped a bundle, fluttering the edges with his fingers and he tossed it to Leonardo who caught it in the glimpse of an eye. "It doesn't make any sense" He seemed to have a crinkle come between his eyes. His voice was low and his cou
“There’s an opening, Daniel”An arch came between his brows at those words and Dan took a seat in one of the two chairs that were set aside for his date with Jazzy. “What?” He was a little confused but who could blame him actually.“There’s an opening at Marriott, and you’ve already made it clear you want to come back. I want you to as well but not as a supervisor, i want you back as a manager. There’s a recent opening for someone to head the hotel for the time being and i wouldn’t like anyone but you to do it. I wouldn’t trust anyone really” Leonardo’s tone was smooth going and his words were concise, however Daniel was struck by awe as he flattered his lashes to collect the news for a second.“I’m sorry what—head the hotel?” He stuttered.“Yes, for the time being. You’ve stated your intentions to do so for the longest i’ve known you” Leonardo replied but he scoffed. “But i never thought—i mean if i’m heading the hotel, then where would you be?” Dan asked, throwing a look at Jazzlyn
The wave of familiarity flooded her face as soon as she stepped inside the building, alongside a stench of perhaps dust entangled with the nostalgia of home. The keys barely dropped from the locks as she took her bags in her hands but with tears in her eyes, Isabella halted.There was a large photo hanging in the hall of Majorie—when she'd been honored for passing whatever nursing exam that was. But it was not the certificate in her hands that caught her eyes, it was her smile. The large grin that never left those lips up until the moment she passed away.And as she took her next steps, she was drawn to that particular picture. Down the couch, down the dining table until her fingers brushed against the edges and immediately, she was whisked into a memory that forced its way back to her and it was seven years ago—the first day she came to the very place.She'd stood in front of the door for a longing minute and she could remember how nervous she was until the doors pulled away, perhap
Nothing meant an intense sexual encounter than a pair of backs breaking through the front door. The sound of muffled moans and groans, alongside chitters from the clothes between the two of them echoed through the entire room as Joan halted for one second. Her hands had shut the door behind her and Theo was already halfway down his jacket. She was breathless against his lips, in the impulse of the former second, deciding to follow him into his house rather than Freddie’s.Her cheeks were red and hot and his was sharp and shimmering with sweat. “Are you sure you want to do this?” His chest rose and fell and his hoarse voice pierced deeply through her hair. She didn’t know the answer to his question, she doubted she really wanted to do this because it was not even something she went on end planning.But did she need to do this? Yes, Joan needed this. Perhaps for old times sake or just do rid her mind of all the anxiety poisons that sprung from the thoughts of Ivan and Freddie and life