ELLEN I went down the stairs, grabbed my purse from the kitchen, and stomped away from the mansion. I refused to let the tears that stung my eyes fall. I would not cry for whatever he did. I should know by now that he was a bloody, God-forsaken ingrate. I bumped into someone by the living room door because I did not pay attention to where I was going. Looking up, I saw Dante looking at me with a slight frown. I blinked and made to walk past him, but he grabbed my arm and drew me back. "Hey, Ellen, are you alright? " "Yeah, I am fine. I need to go." "I can drop you. Oliver asked me to pick some files and I will be heading to the office from here." "I am not going to the office," I said in a hoarse voice. I did not want to speak to anyone at that moment and wished Dante would understand, but he was not giving up. "Did you not come to make coffee for Oliver? I did not see your driver around." "Dante, I did not come from home, I slept
ELLEN "Mommy!" Sophie yelled as I came into the door. She was seated with Kennedy at the dining table going through her assignment. She threw her hands around my neck, and I hugged her back, kissing her cheek and she giggled. I loved my daughter so much that only her laughter brightened me. I was happy that she was happy, but I knew a time would come when she would get tired of not seeing me in her life, especially at the most important moments of her life, starting with her annual ballet dance. I took her to the seat and kissed Kennedy's cheeks. We exchanged pleasantries and I went up to my room to change. Lily was in the kitchen, and she followed me to my room once she saw me. "Hey," she said, closing the door gently behind her. I was on the bed, taking off my shoes. I smiled at her. "Hey, Lily." I knew why she was in my room, but I do not want to bring up anything from work right now. "How do you feel?" "Tired." She came to my bed and sat besid
ELLEN A few days passed in the office, and nothing happened. I avoided Oliver in the best way I could. After he left me in San Francisco and returned to Los Angeles, I called Kennedy to book me a flight back home, because I realized that I also forgot my debit card along with the flash drive. I went to work the next day by myself, evading his driver and drove with my little scrap car which Lily gave to me and he did not act as if something happened. I did not react because it was my fault. But I avoided him more after that day. Today, I was standing by the entrance of the company's event hall, looking at what was going on. My place was supposed to be by my boss' side, but I wanted the slightest opportunity to sneak out from the hall and attend my daughter's ball. I had promised Sophie that I would be there, and Kennedy had called my phone for the one-thousandth time. I told Oliver that I wanted the day off, but he did not agree to let me take the day off. I knew I wo
ELLEN I stood in front of him as he tapped his pen on the desk repeatedly saying nothing. I knew he was looking for the most hurtful words to use on me. I was ready for them, and I had my answer already made up for whatever question he threw at me. After the San Francisco incident, I went to work on my own. I no longer used his driver or whoever he sent, and he understood and stopped sending drivers to my house. That was the first step in breaking free from him. "Miss Knight, do you care to explain why you left work halfway yesterday, without prior notice?" "I had an emergency and I told Mr. Dante Moreno." "Dante did not employ you. I did!" he snapped. "I am sorry, you were all busy and I couldn't reach you directly." Silence followed my explanation, and I was forced to look at him. He was pinning me down with his eyes and I quickly dragged my eyes away. "Did you know why I hired you for this job?" he asked. I shook my head. "Good. I hope you know you are not qualified for
ELLEN Oliver scrambled up from his seat as I barged into his office, his eyes staring intensely at me. I did not care about the color of wrath he wanted to breathe out, but I would not stick around to explain my rapid behavior because it was a matter of life and death. "Mr. Monero, I am sorry, but I must leave now. It's an emergency." My mission was done, so I turned back and flew out of the office, not giving him a chance to say something. I knew this could bring about my dismissal from this job, but Sophie's life was more important than all the money in the world. I usually carry her inhaler in my purse just in case something like this happens. The mistake I made was not giving her classroom teacher one to hold. On my way out, I texted Lily that I was going to the hospital. I got to the hallway, which was usually deserted by this time, and entered the elevator. I was so panicky and distracted by my phone that I did not notice the person who entered with me. But
ELLEN Sophie was calm and sleeping when we got there. Kennedy was already in the room, and he stood up when he saw us. His glare at Dante told me he did not take Dante's presence well. "What is he doing here?" Kennedy gritted after I checked on Sophie. Her class teacher had called on the way and said she was taken to a real hospital. I looked from him to Dante who was somewhat confused and stepped in before Kennedy forgot his clenched fist on Dante's face. My guess was he assumed Dante was my selfish, arrogant boss. "Ken, this is Dante from work. Dante, this is Ken, my younger brother." Ken's features relaxed and he took the hand Dante stretched out to him. "I had heard nothing about you," he said. "Same here," Dante replied with a smirk and they both looked at me. I was seated beside Sophie now and holding her hand in mine, glad that she was fine and was only sleeping. I wondered if Dante would recognize her features and connect them to Oliver because
OLIVER My head felt like a jackhammer was hitting it. I groaned and tried to move my body that seemed trapped but the pain that shot through me made me relax. My eyes fluttered open, and I was blinded by bright lights. I tried to raise my hand to shield my eyes, but it seemed heavy, so I shut them again. When I opened them again, my vision had normalized, and I realized that I was staring at the ceiling of a hospital room. The accident flashed in my eyes. "Fuck it, that son-of-a bitch," I cursed. I knew that it was a staged accident, but I was yet to find out who did that. "Welcome back," a too-familiar voice said. I turned and saw Dante sitting on a chair beside my bed. I eyed him and sat up in bed. A cannula was attached to my hand and my left leg was wrapped up in bandages making them look big and a splitting pain came from there. "No serious injuries, no internal bleeding, only a few broken ribs, and a broken limb," Dante explained. "Can I get the fuck o
OLIVER Kids were annoying and messy. I did not know when I would build my patience with them. Even when Sara was pregnant, she made me sign up for a class that taught how to become a better dad to your kids. I did not grow up with the best father, so I did not know how to be one. But I was willing to take that step for Sara and our unborn child. Everything crashed when they died in that accident. I would have loved my kid, no doubt, but I was not sure of how much patience I could exercise around them. I was limping down the hospital reception while Dante was walking slowly behind me, speaking to whoever was on the phone. I was not interested in their conversation. All I wanted was to get home, change and sit in the bathtub for a long while. I hated being handicapped, and I was angry that I had to use the help of others for a while. I hated leaning on anyone so much. As I was almost at the door, someone ran and fell beside my good leg and smeared ice cream all over the hem
ELLEN I met Dante and Jerry waiting at the reception when I was allowed to go home, but there was no Oliver. I searched around for him with my eyes, but he wasn’t there. I did not know what to feel about that, but I knew he had a very good explanation for not showing up at the station. “Where is Oliver?” I asked Dante, noticing his mood. Something was off about the way they looked at me. “He wants to see you,” was Dante’s calm reply as he took my arms gently. “You are now free from the police, and we are glad.” He flashed me a smile that I knew was fake.Cold shivers ran down my spine. Dante was a terrible actor, and I knew something was wrong. Maybe Oliver has hurt himself. I was so uncomfortable with the atmosphere around them. “What is going on? I want to speak with Oliver,” I demanded, my voice cracking with emotions. “Calm down, Ellen. There is nothing wrong. Oliver has a surprise for you and would like to meet you somewhere,” Jerry said with a much more
OLIVER “What the fuck just happened? Why the heck is my wife being arrested?” I asked, glaring at Nicholas. “I was involved with Antonio, not my wife.” “Oliver, you have to calm down. Your wife was the last person Antonio texted. They have been talking. I am sorry, but your wife might not be as innocent as you think.”I clenched my hands and glared at Nicholas. I was only stopping myself from punching him right now because I did not want to make things worse. “The good thing is, you can bail her out since she is just a suspect. She was taken for questioning, and I will make sure I do the questioning.” “Do whatever you have to do. I want to watch when you question her.” I grabbed a bottle of drink and poured it into a glass, gulped it down, poured again, and gulped it again. I was torn in two. One part of me was thinking about whether Ellen was as innocent as she appeared. She had been jumpy lately, but there was no way she would have killed Antonio. He died
ELLEN "Okay, I don't know what this is all about, but I am getting curious as hell, Oliver," I said, waving my hands in front of me. Oliver was behind me, leading me carefully to whatever surprise he had for me. I was blindfolded, and my heart was already racing. "Just a little more time, mi amor." He carefully led me until he came to a stop. I sighed. We were finally at the surprise, and I held my breath because I did not know what to expect. Oliver put his arms around me, hugging me from behind. I could feel his breath on my neck. "Are you ready?" he whispered in my ear. "I am curious. Oliver, show me already!" I whined. He slowly took off the blindfold from my eyes. I blinked twice to get my eyes accustomed to my environment. I gasped when I saw what was in front of me. "Oh, my God, Oliver," I said as tears pooled in my eyes. "Do you like it?" Oliver asked. I walked away from his hold, reaching out for the beautiful flowers.
ELLEN I had the sweetest dream in months and woke up with a smile. I ran my hand beside me at the part Oliver was supposed to lie in but found it empty. I opened my eyes and saw that it was really empty. I will not be happy if Oliver goes without saying goodbye again. Panicked, I sat up, only to see Oliver standing in front of the dressing mirror, all dressed up. I sighed with relief. "Good morning, my queen," he greeted and stalked toward me. "I hope you have a good night's sleep?" He leaned down and planted a soft kiss on my lips. I clutched the sheets around me and blushed like a teenager. He sat beside me and ran his fingers over my ruffled hair. "Has anyone told you that you look prettier in the morning?" he said, flashing me a sensual smile. "Okay, you are flattering me now." "I am not. I am serious." "Well, I got a little job done on my face; you cannot attribute it all to me." I looked down at my fingers as I spoke. Oliver moved closer to me and curled his foref
ELLEN I was lying on the lazy boy by the pool when Oliver came rushing back. I could not contain my laughter as he came back down almost immediately. "Are you sure you went to the room?" I asked, eyeing his bulging muscles. He wore a black vest that showed all his perfect chest and arm muscles and grey sweatpants. "I needed to be with you," he said, dazzling me with his signature smile. I stood up, walked up to him, and took his hands. "I made a special dinner for us and hope you like everything." "I love whatever you make, Elle." The table was set behind me, and rose petals were scattered around the poolside with candlelights surrounding the table. A bottle of wine was on the table with tall wine glasses and the wrap of my meal. I led Oliver to the table and made him sir. "Tonight is a special night," I whispered in his ear. It was a special night for me. It was the only night I had felt free in a year and a few months. My troubles might not be over, but I wanted to s
OLIVER Antonio Romano is dead. That phrase lived rent-free in my head. I had seen the bastard only a few hours ago, and now he winded up dead in his apartment. All fingers would point at me, no doubt. I was the last one to get physical with him before his death, but I did not kill him, even though I would gladly have done that without hesitation. I left the house hurriedly so that no police would arrest me in front of my daughter. The police would come for us soon. Tony's father would not take the death of his remaining son lightly. Our source told us that police were swarming his house, looking for evidence. Nicholas was already in the company, and he wanted to get information from me first before the police saw anything. I walked into the meeting room. Dante, Jerry, and Alejandro stood when they saw me, but Nicholas remained seated, regarding me calmly. I ignored him and turned to Dante. "What's up? What is this I hear?" "Oliver, you should be speaking to me right now."
ELLEN I made sure to wait for Oliver and his men to come home. It was way past midnight when they came back to the mansion. Once I saw their car, my heart lurched in my chest. I knew this was the time to get out with my secret. I had already braced myself for what would come next, but part of me still maintained that t was not the right time. This was past midnight, and Oliver must be stressed from wherever he came from, considering that he left so early in the morning and came back this late. I wanted to heave this off my chest, but I did not want to be selfish. I should consider his mood before breaking such news to him. I had waited for the perfect time to say it, but none had presented itself. When he was happy, I didn't want to ruin his mood. When he was sad or cold, I feared what his reaction would be. In as much as I told myself that I considered his mood, I knew that I had held back so much because I was scared of losing him. When he came into the room, looking all bloo
OLIVER MORENO Antonio Romano. The bastard. He was already out of his car, tossing his keys to one of the men that would park it for him and hopping into the club. A few other vehicles followed the direction of his car. We got out of our car and started toward the club. One of the men we planted inside notified us that he was there already. They had gone there as harmless clubbers and took in every detail we wanted and knew where his men were positioned. We walked to the front of the club. The bouncers recognized us and let us pass. But I was sure they had notified Antonio, and if he didn't already know that we were there, he would probably be waiting for us. Loud sensual music hit us as we stalked into the club. A wave of booze and alcohol wafted toward us. I was in front while Dante and Alejandro followed closely behind me. A few heads turned towards us, especially the ladies, but I was not there for any of them. We stood by the entrance, my hands tucked into my pockets wh
ELLEN I woke up alone. I knew that I had slept alone last night. I knew when Oliver came in last night. I didn't understand the feelings that were running inside me. I knew he was the only one I felt safe around after my attack, but when I was calm enough, I didn't know if I wanted to trust him that much. I still didn't know how to face him with a clear eye. I wanted to tell him about Tony, not to get even, but to remove this heave from my chest. Tony texted me last night when I was still in the living room with Lily, and I did not even tell her about it. I headed straight into the room, feeling worse. I thought about suicide, but I also thought about Sophie. I could not let her go through that pain because of my mistakes. I wept a little in the bathroom, with the showers on, so that everyone would feel I was taking a shower. I contemplated using the razor on the counter to cut myself until I bled out, but I couldn't. I tried Oliver's number, but it was switched off. I wanted to s