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E L L EThe long awaited day of Mikhail's new collections launch was finally here. I was giddy with excitement, knowing how much this meant for Mikhail, and whatever makes my man happy, makes me happy.It's been almost three months since the launch of his last collection and it was a huge success. Everyone was waiting for the new collection, and everyone wanted a piece. This was going to be my first time attending his events, and I wasn't just going as a guest, but as his girlfriend.What a dream come true. The event would be taking place at the hotel Mikhail had purchased, and had spent the past few months renovating. The grand opening would be after the event, and it was already filled with reporters and journalists from different magazines and newspapers.I was so proud of him, and I was going to be by his side.I was fresh out of the shower in my lush robe as Mikhail came into his huge bedroom, a large box in his hand and three women next to him.Apparently, I was going to be the
E L L EMikhail grabbed Sebastian by the throat and slammed him against the wall, and a few people stopped their chatter to watch."Stay the fuck away from us," he growled, his voice dangerously low."Stop! Mikhail, don't do this!" I cried, pulling his arms, but he was too strong.Sebastian's lips were turning purple, and it seemed like Mikhail was really going to choke him."You'll never have her. She'll always be mine," Sebastian spat, his voice barely a whisper."You'll never have her. She will never belong to you. She's mine."Mikhail's hands were tightly wrapped around his throat, and Sebastian's eyes were wide."Let him go, Mikhail!" I pleaded. "Please. You're hurting him!"He wasn't listening to me, his focus was solely on Sebastian.I could tell that Sebastian was trying to struggle against him, but the lack of air was making him weaker."Stop!""I'll kill you, I swear to god," Mikhail hissed, squeezing his neck harder."Mikhail! Please, baby. Let him go," I pleaded, trying to
E L L E Once I was in his room, I took off my shoes, undid the dress and cleaned off my make-up. I was in no mood to take a shower, so I went to his closet, looking for a shirt. I grabbed the first shirt I could find and wore it, climbing into bed. I closed my eyes, inhaling his scent and sighed, wondering how we ended up here. We were fine and everything was perfect and then Sebastian had to show up. Now, Mikhail's insecurities were getting the best of him and I didn't know how to make him see that he had nothing to worry about. I didn't see myself with Sebastian and I wasn't going to watch Mikhail get himself in trouble because of him. And now he has misinterpreted it as me trying to protect Sebastian because I still loved him, when the only thing I'm trying to do is avoid unnecessary drama and getting his ass in jail. Tonight was already a long night, the media are probably getting ready to post photos and articles about the incident, and this could definitely harm Mikhail's
M I C H A E LI spent the night restlessly, unable to sleep. The sound of the heavy rain storm was a match with the anxiety and anger inside of me.Where do I start from here? How do I begin this battle? Surely, her lawyer must have been informed. It was going to cost a whole lot of money to win this case and even at that, the chances were most likely 20% if not lower.I had earlier on looked up the family of the victim and her father was one of the most influential candidates in the white house, he would definitely do anything to ensure his daughter's wellbeing.I was a father now, and I understood how it would feel to watch your daughter suffer for someone else's doing. I would kill anyone who would ever dare hurt Luna. He has pressed multiple charges against Emory and now, we are almost defenseless. I hated that I still didn't know what was going to happen next, I just wanted the night to be over as soon as possible so I could go to the police station and know exactly what was goi
M I C H A E LThe next morning, I was all dressed up to go to the police station. My sister was going to watch after Luna while I went out.Luna was crying and whining as she reached her tiny hands up to me and the sight of her looking like that broke my heart.I would have stayed with her, but this was something urgent that couldn't wait."Come here, little baby," my sister cooed, reaching her hands out to take her, but Luna only cried louder.Dana was the only family I had who didn't give up on me because of my lifestyle. Surely, she wasn't in support of all I did in the past, but she was the one person I could rely on.She had her own daughter and had a stable job.But, the sight of my niece was enough to tell me that taking care of a child was no joke and it really wasn't. Luna was the cutest and prettiest baby, and her cries were louder than anything I have ever heard, and her tantrums were far worse.My mother has long disowned me, swearing that she never wants to be associated
M I C H A E LI was standing in the company of one of the most influential men in the country.The man was powerful.The man was respected.I was able to pull a few strings and get him a meeting with me, and I was now facing him.He looked intimidating and strong, his gaze was cold and his features were sharp. He was dressed in an all-black suit and was staring straight ahead.His presence demanded attention."How many I help you, Mr. Man?" The term was disrespectful, but the last thing I wanted was to cause any problems when I needed his help.He was my only hope right now. The only man who had the power to get Emory out of the mess she had gotten herself into.Hopefully, it all works out like I have it planned or else I'd be fucked."It is a pleasure to meet you, sir. I'm Michael Carter""Michael Carter. Never heard of that name before. Who are you and why have you come here?""Mr. Jeremy, I came here to talk about the woman who you had thrown behind bars."He cocked an eyebrow. "I'v
M I C H A E LI arrived at the cell the next day, another day of leaving a crying Luna at home with my sister.I was starting to think she has colic, but I wouldn't be surprised if she's reacting to the tension surrounding her.She has a lot of tension surrounding her. Something that definitely wasn't safe was a two weeks old. She doesn't deserve to be thrown into our mess. And Emory was no different. Luna deserves to have a mother who loves her unconditionally and not use her for her own dubious intentions.And now, I was going to be the bearer of bad news.The officers gave me the familiar judgemental glares as they searched me and led me to the cell.And there, Emory was lying on the small string bed, her hand covering her face.She seemed to be lost in her thoughts.I cleared my throat, and her eyes snapped open.When she saw me, she slowly stood up and came closer, wrapping her fingers around the bars.Emory has spent exactly on week in prison, and her face has completely changed
E M O R YI was angry.I was pissed.It's been two days since Michael had the audacity to suggest I give up on the company for that man. Give up all I'd worked for. He had the nerve to come and rub it in my face.How was I supposed to survive without that company?Without my share of the profit, without the money?Was he seriously asking me to choose between my freedom and the company?And what would be the use of my freedom if I couldn't provide for myself? No one would want to employ someone who has jail records, and I wouldn't be surprised if people shied away from me because of my criminal record.So, if I lost the company, I lost the business and my reputation.My life was over.Everything was ruined.And he has the nerve to rub salt on the wound by telling me I could go to jail.Who the fuck does he think he is?Why does he keep meddling in my affairs?What did he want from me?Does he hate me that much and want me to suffer?What is his deal?I was pacing around the cell, wait
G I O V A N N ASebastian left a couple of minutes ago, to go get ready for our flight tonight. I placed back and forth, tugging my hair in frustration.I should have known that allowing Laura go to Italy all on her own was a bad idea. But for some reason, she has insisted on nobody coming with her, which was quite suspicious, because everyone knows how much Laura hayes bring in Italy, because of the horrid memories it holds for her.Something was off, and I had no idea what it was.I could have insisted more on her to let Sebastian come with her, or maybe me. Or even, one of my trusted security men.But, she had refused, saying it was important that she was alone, and now, look what had happened.She was gone.With no trace of who had abducted her, and no single lead.I was losing my mind.I was worried sick, and had been calling non-stop, asking for updates, and I had none. Avery came up to me, stopping my movements. "Relax. You will find her."I groaned. "This is so frustrating. Th
S E B A S T I A NIt's been exactly twenty four hours of calling Laura's number non-stop, and no response.Something was wrong.Really, fucking, wrong.Laura had never missed a call from me, and especially since she had promised to keep communication open. I have dropped more than 300 missed calls, and several texts, yet no response.Where was she?The last text she had sent me was twenty six hours , telling me that the funeral was ongoing and she would facetime me when she gets back home. But, she didn't. Something was definitely wrong.My heart was pounding in my chest, and anxiety was slowly taking over. Where was she?I was having a really bad feeling about her, and I didn't know if I was worrying for nothing or my worries were indeed valid. Laura wouldn't intentionally ignore my calls, knowing I'm sick with worry.What if something happened to her?What if she was attacked?What if her father's funeral had taken a turn for the worse? What if someone was holding her captive?Or, w
L A U R AThe shot rang in my ears, and I watched in horror as blood spurted from Marco's mouth and his body slumped to the floor."What did you do?!" Bile rose in my throat as I watched the horrific sight in front of me, a cold shiver and a feeling of deja vu running through my body.I have seen Viktor take people's life like it was nothing too many times. He kills humans faster than he kills a mosquito. He has no compassion, no emotions, no remorse. He's a monster.If you think my father was horrible, Viktor is ten times worse than him. He's the devil incarnate."Why? Why did you do that? He was innocent.""What he deserved. No one, and I mean, no one, will ever defy me. If he can't do his job, he is useless. There's no use keeping a man who's a coward. I'll have to get another one who is not a pussy like Marco to get the job done, sí?"My mind ran fast, and I had to think of a way to convince him against this. "What's the point of allowing another man to touch what is yours? It's o
L A U R AI felt a pinch on my arm, and I snapped my head to the side, to watch Viktor piercing a needle in my arm."What the fuck are you doing?""This is going to help you relax. You're tense, and nervous, and I don't want you to make a scene. Not now. Not when we're so close to finally being together again. So, stop struggling, and enjoy the ride. You will get there, eventually."He injected the contents into my blood stream, and I watched him, and the man driving, as the world around me started spinning.And, the last thing I saw was Viktor's smiling face.A face that had haunted me every single day, and a face that was the last thing I had ever wanted to see again.It was a nightmare.I slumped on the seat, and blacked out."Wakey, wakey, sleeping beauty. Wake the fuck up. I've waited too long for this."I heard Viktor's voice, and I struggled to open my eyes. I blinked a few times, and the room came into focus.I was in a room, sitting in a chair, with my hands tied behind me, an
L A U R AToday is my father's funeral.I woke up, feeling a dar, gloomy cloud over my head. It was screaming danger. Something was about to happen. Something big. I could feel it.But, I didn't let my fear get the best of me. I got out of bed, walking into my bathroom to take a shower. As the warm water cascaded down my skin, I couldn't help but remember the first time Viktor took me, and he made me bleed."Viktor, please..." I cried, trying to pull my wrists free. He was holding them down, hovering over me, and spreading my legs with his own as he smiled sadistically. No single remorse in his eyes."No."He took me forcefully, my frail sixteen year old body unable to withstand the strength and power of a thirty two year old man.It felt like he was splitting me open. My eyes filled with tears, and I begged him to stop. And when I saw that I didn't have a choice, I begged him to go slowly that he was hurting me, I screamed for help, but he slapped a hand over my mouth, and shoved hi
L A U R AMy phone rang, as Sebastian's name appeared on the screen."Hey, baby." I smiled, and walked out onto the balcony, and sat on the chair."How are you doing, Laura? Are you holding up okay?""Yeah. I'm fine." I lied, and he sighed."I know you're not okay, baby. Please, tell me the truth."I knew i had to keep lying to him. For his own sake. He didn't deserve to be dragged into my Mafia world, full of hatred, chaos, violence, and danger. He was an innocent, and his only mistake was loving me."It's just the stress from the funeral arrangements. We're having a wake for my father, and then a burial in the family cemetery. And, there are a lot of preparations that need to be made. The board, and the family members have to attend, and we have to make sure everything is perfect.""Do you want me to come? I can take some time off work, and stay for a few days, and help you. Then we'd come back to America together. How does that sound?""It's alright, Seb. You don't have to come. I'
L A U R AThe next day, I was forced to go see my father's body at the morgue. Not really forced, but it's kind of like a family tradition where a child has to see and pray on the father's body, to send him off for an eternal rest in heaven.If only they knew that even my prayers wouldn't stop God's plans for that man. He was going to make him suffer and rot in hell with the devil, exactly where he belongs. He's a devil, and the devil's family.The coroner pulled the body out of the freezer, and I had to keep myself from retching, and rolling my eyes. He was so pale, and his skin was almost blue. He was wearing an oversized shirt, and his arms were folded on top of his stomach.Fabian held my arm, and I took a deep breath, and watched as the coroner pulled the cloth off his face.He was covered in scars, and stitches, and looked like a corpse.And, the moment I saw his face, I felt nothing.Nothing at all.My heart didn't sink, and tears didn't roll down my cheeks, and no regrets or r
L A U R AGetting off the bed, I decided to unpack my bags, before getting ready for dinner. I unzipped my bag, and took out the dresses, and hung them inside the wardrobe, and placed the shoes and jewelry, and other things on the shelves.I took out my laptop, and plugged it in, and switched it on, and went through some work emails, and replied to some urgent ones, and then logged off, and checked my personal emails, and messages, and responded to a few.Giovanna had called me a bunch of times, and had left a bunch of texts, and I quickly replied, assuring her that everything was alright, and she didn't have to worry.When everything was well arranged, I finally took time to look around my room. My childhood bedroom. All my photos that were hung on the wall were all piled up now at the corner of the room, as if they were a disgrace, and no one wanted to see them.All my favorite books, and toys, and childhood memories were packed away, and stored in the attic, never to be seen again.
L A U R A I sighed, as the airplane landed. I looked outside the window, and watched as the plane taxied on the ground, and the stewardesses told us to remain in our seats, until the plane had completely stopped.It was raining outside, and the skies were gray, and gloomy, and the rain was pouring hard, and the thunderstorm roared, and the lightning was bright.It was the perfect weather for my mood.It has been two weeks since my dad's death, and his funeral was in a few days. Two weeks since Sebastian and I decided to keep our relationship a secret. Two weeks, since Viktor started tormenting my life again. It's like he never left.Two weeks, since all hell broke loose. And, I'm tired.I'm tired of the secrets, and the lies, and the sneaking around. And, I'm tired of pretending to be strong. I just want to be held, and have someone comfort me, and tell me everything is going to be alright. But I didn't want to put Sebastian or Giovanna in that position.I haven't told Gio anything