“If they're doing this to you, imagine us.” Diego furrowed his brow. “What do you intend to do?”“What I do best, Mr. Diego, is brought down my enemies!” He smiled, finishing his wine and rising. “Excuse me, I have another commitment, but first, let me remind you of something: I only enter partnerships where there is mutual trust. If you doubted my integrity because of a stranger, I'm afraid SoundStory Press may no longer be interested in your projects. Enjoy the dinner; it's on us.”“Mr. Morgan, please wait... There's no need to end a partnership of years,” Eduardo stood up, but Greg stood in his way.“You heard my Lord's decision; enjoy the dinner. Good night!” He said this, turning to accompany me with brisk steps. “Are you sure about this? Losing their production will have a big impact on us.”“Did you see how Diego led this dinner? All his moves were to gather information. He's probably become one of Heloise's many lovers.” I clenched my fists, irritated, pressing my temples. “Th
POV: ELISABETHPatrick had a light-hearted way of approaching life, but his gaze revealed a subtle pain. Surprisingly kind, his presence made me feel calmer and ready to rest, knowing we had a long meeting ahead the next morning.The alarm went off, and I got ready carefully, choosing an elegant and subtly sensual business dress with a classic cut like a sheath, and a discreet neckline that enhanced my collarbone. With lace details and strategic transparencies, the dress added a touch of sensuality without being excessive. The short sleeves were perfect for the heat of Cuba, and the knee-length or slightly above-length gave it a sophisticated look. I decided on a neutral color, basic black, and red lipstick to add color and life to my fair skin.Opening the door, I found Patrick standing there, buttoning the cuff of his dress shirt, looking so elegant and charming. The blue tones of his blazer further enhanced his dark blue eyes, which sparkled when he saw me open the door.“Good morn
“I completely agree. What's your suggestion?” Patrick raised an eyebrow as he seemed to find the suggestion I had made on the paper. “CineArts Press is an excellent choice. You really think of every detail, and that's something I admire about you.”A sudden warmth rose to my cheeks at the compliment, and I cleared my throat before continuing:“It's a new production company, composed of just a few members who hire amateur authors for their productions. Most of the content is edited by the co-founder and programmer, Alexander, along with partners Pablo, responsible for the commercial aspect, and María, in charge of financial management.” I paused, allowing Patrick to absorb the information before continuing. “Although they've been operating for less than two years, they've shown quality in their productions, especially in romantic shorts for social media, and have kept their finances balanced.”“No wonder; I trust your ability to discover talent.”Patrick looked at me with a hint of smug
Mr. Morgan stood up, adjusted his suit, and handed out papers to each of us, with a handwritten new clause. I frowned, curious, as I received my copy. Upon reading the item, my reaction was the same as everyone else's shock.“Are you serious?” Maria asked him. “You really want to give us 85% decision-making power without Press interference? With such a high investment and the possibility of contract termination without penalty, extending for 6 months?”“Mr. Morgan...” I called, whispering in his ear. “This is a very risky proposal. We barely know you or the quality of your work.”“I trust your research and my sources!” Patrick smiled as he returned to the group. “Don't underestimate the remaining 15%. Financial approval is necessary, and every decision will undergo a prior cost analysis. However, every decision you make will be validated.”“But why? Why would you trust us like this?” Alexander crossed his arms, perplexed.“I believe in the potential of your production company. That's
“First of all, I have a river pilot's license and consider myself as competent as many captains out there, maybe even the most confident of them,” Patrick said, pulling up the formal dress and exposing more cleavage by unzipping it with his mouth, running his tongue up before looking back at me. “How can I kill us in the middle of nowhere?”“You could crash the yacht into a big wave,” I moaned as he rubbed his body against mine.“There's no forecast for storms; I checked... Trust me, put your fears aside. Today it will just be you and me.” His voice seductive, he captured my lips in a hungry kiss and skillfully pulled down the zipper of my dress, leaving me only in my underwear. Biting his lip, Patrick stopped to admire my body. “You're simply wonderful, Elisabeth, so beautiful.”“Mr. Morgan, someone could see us,” I murmured as his lips grazed the thin fabric of my pants.“Ready to sail to the middle of paradise?” With a mischievous look, Patrick bit the strap of my pants, pulling it
“I think you're trying to make me fat,” I joked, making him laugh. “And after the meal?”A mischievous glint flashed in Patrick's eyes as he leaned forward.“Do you know how to swim?” he asked, smiling in a smug and charming way.“I do, but I'm afraid of sharks,” I confessed, eating the strawberry slowly, never taking my eyes off his. He bit his lip and moved closer to me.“Oh, miss, the only one who will get a taste of you today is me!” Pulling me to him, Patrick lifted me up, laying me down on the bench before returning to the table.I furrowed my brow curiously, watching him bring out the whipped cream and champagne.“Patrick...” I began, but a sudden, demanding kiss silenced me immediately.Patrick's hands roamed over my body, caressing my skin with gentle pressure at certain points. My intimate parts lit up with just the slightest touch of his fingers, which threatened to reach my sensitive spot, teasing me, before moving up to squeeze my nipples.I moaned into the kiss, and as h
We moved through the calm sea, completely surrendering to each other. Every touch led us to intimate and pleasurable moments. My body was exhausted and satiated by the intense sex and multiple orgasms. I felt like I could split in half from so much pleasure.On my knees on the bench, with my back to him, I felt Patrick passing ice over my neck, letting the cold liquid trickle down my back to my buttocks, where he bit eagerly. I let out a moan of ecstasy from the new sensation. Every moment with him was unique, and when his warm lips met my chilled skin, my body quivered with pleasure.When he plunged into me, I gasped and threw my head back, seeking his mouth for a deep kiss. Patrick increased the pace of his thrusts, and I moaned loudly as he squeezed my breasts with desire. His thrusts became more rhythmic and intense, and I braced my arms on the bench, pushing my hips back and grinding against his wet, pleasurable length.“Lis, you're driving me crazy!”Patrick growled, breathless.
“Elisabeth, you overestimate yourself too much... Can't you really see your worth?” I said it in a harsher tone. She lowered her head and placed it between her legs. I sighed and pulled her into my embrace. “If you can't see what I see in you, just trust what I tell you.”“I don't usually trust easily...” she replied, almost in a murmur.“Neither do I, and here I am asking you to be my girlfriend...” I smiled widely when her eyes met mine. “Know that I already consider the sparkle in your eyes as a yes.”“I think saying no is out of the question...” Lis smiled sweetly.“Absolutely.” I took her in an intense kiss, gently laying her down on the boat and tracing her soft skin with my mouth, before taking her right hand and sliding the ring onto it. “There, now it's official!”“I think I'll be the subject of gossip at the company.” She commented, examining the ring and smiling. “It's beautiful, it must be worth a year's salary.”“Actually, about two years. Your boss should give you a rais
POV: GREG“Are you sure you need to leave? You could stay with us, you're the best grumpy security guard,” said Elisabeth, her eyes sparkling with happiness.Seeing Elisabeth like this was a relief. Since Patrick's departure, she had buried herself in work, trying to avoid the pain of loss. The impact had been devastating. It wasn’t fair how the CEO told her about his illness, and even less how he left, leaving a void that was hard to fill.Everything changed the day my phone rang. Patrick Morgan had defied death. Against all odds, he had achieved remission, and his prognosis was surprisingly positive. He was getting better, almost miraculously. Excited, I rushed to get him and bring him back into our lives. I had sworn I lost my best friend and brother, and I felt aimless if it wasn’t for the constant presence of his apprentice, who kept me sane and focused.When I saw Patrick coming down from the jet, emotion overwhelmed me. I ran to him and hugged him tightly. “Patrick, you idiot!”
The pain of your absence was constant. In the garden of the house, lying in the hammock, the book rested on my lap. A lot has changed since your letter ten months ago. I took over the publishing house with praise, and we prospered increasingly. The merger with Forbs was a success, and soon Celdric became one of the active CEOs in decision-making.Greg was my right-hand man, responsible for legal matters, security, and investigations. I couldn't believe it. Whenever I came home, I had the feeling that he would be there, waiting for me, with a glass of wine, half-naked, and his mischievous smile on his lips.“You are missed, Patrick.” I whispered, closing my eyes as the breeze caressed my face. I hadn't been able to read the book until that moment. It seemed that reading your last words would be a farewell I was never prepared to say.I hesitated for a while longer, then opened the book. In the dedication, my eyes filled with tears:“For Mrs. Eva, for having raised and loved the sweetes
I stared at the envelope, afraid to pick it up, fearing what was inside... Reluctantly, I opened it and found a hardcover book with our photo from our honeymoon, smiling happily in Cuba. In the image, Patrick was whispering something silly in my ear while hugging me from behind, making me blush and provoking a genuine smile. At the bottom of the envelope, there was a letter addressed to me, written in his elegant handwriting:“My sweet Elisabeth, if you received this letter, I'm afraid my time has come. You will probably hate me for how I chose to handle this, but I need you to know that I never wanted to hurt or upset you. In a cowardly and selfish way, I decided not to tell you my biggest secret. You had already suffered so many losses and so much pain that it didn't seem fair to put you through another turbulent time.”“What is Patrick talking about?” I bit my lip, growing nervous with every word, and continued reading.“I hid the truth about my joining the army. In reality, I disc
“Who else would take care of that arrogant and conceited CEO?” I looked at him, amused. “I already told you, Patrick Morgan is my idiot.”“Seems fair.” Greg laughed, and I joined him. Together, we walked to the designated chapel. It was a simple ceremony, just Patrick’s platoon and us.I entered the church, hearing the soft sound of the violin in the background. At the altar, Patrick Morgan stood out in the wedding setting with his imposing presence. He was tall and dark-haired, and he exuded charm and elegance in his tailored suit. The dark fabric enhanced his skin tone, and the white shirt contrasted with his complexion, creating a sophisticated and attractive look. His brown hair was impeccably styled, and his deep blue eyes seemed to pierce my soul, locking onto mine. His sculpted body showcased his good physical shape, confirming his sensual aura. He smiled seductively when he saw me, subtly biting his lips with mischief. I blushed instantly, reprimanding him with a frown, which
POV: ELISABETHMy body still throbbed with pain, echoing the overwhelming impact of what had happened. The relief of knowing Greg was alive, fighting to recover, barely dissipated the anguish consuming me. As I put on the black mourning clothes, my reflection in the mirror revealed a profound sadness, where the eyes of that little girl who had lost her parents so long ago resurfaced in my gaze. My only family, my entire world, and my best friend, mother, and confidante had left without me being there to comfort her in her most frightening moment. The guilt for not being by her side tore at my heart. The most important person in my life was taken from me, leaving an unbearable void, an overwhelming loneliness. Then I felt his warm hands on my hips and his gentle kiss on the top of my head, a gesture of comfort amidst the abyss of loss.“Are you okay?” Patrick looked at my reflection in the mirror with understanding. “I'm so sorry for your loss, Lis.”“So am I...” I bit my trembling lip
“It's okay, Lis; don't cry; everything will be fine.” I smiled gently at my apprentice, extending my hands for her to fasten the wristband. “Remember, I always come up with something in the end.”“What?” Elisabeth frowned before closing the wristband. Quickly, I pulled her behind me, and we all crouched as John, dragging himself, sat up injured with a gun in his hand, shooting five times at Pavel. He hit Pavel's leg, shoulder, arm, and neck.I pushed the wristbands off my hands, threw a knife to James to free himself and Robert, and went towards Pavel, who tried to raise the gun at me. I kicked his hands, pulled his body, and began landing several punches on his face.“You bastard, this is for torturing her for so long.” I punched harder, hearing the bones in his face crack and blood mixing on his face.“Is that all you got?” Andreev smiled with blood-stained teeth, diabolically. “You're too weak to protect her.”“This is just the beginning!” I smiled darkly when Lis came up behind me
“Damn it!” I threatened to rush in, but Robert held me back, shaking his head.“The gun is too close to her head; he'll kill her before you get close.” Robert kept me in place.“I can't stand here and watch him hurt her like this!” I clenched my fists, consumed by fury.“Major, your emotions are speaking. Think like a soldier. What would you do in this situation if we were at war?” John kept his tone low and calm. “He's just another enemy we need to take down.”I considered his words, looking back into the warehouse and thinking about what to do.“Robert, you and James go to the other side of the warehouse and start a shootout to draw his attention. Andreev won't want to kill Elisabeth so easily; he's a damned torturing psychopath.” My fists were clenched, and my hands squeezed tightly.“He'll want to take her out of here!” John observed, and I nodded. “And what will we do?”“Did you see where his car was parked?” I smiled, my eyes burning with determination. “We'll wait for him there
POV: PATRICKI left the room, wiping my face, while my legs wobbled slightly. Robert and James supported me, looking at me with concern.“Did you take your medication today? Eat anything?” John approached, examining me. “You're pale and cold.”“I'm fine!” I pushed them away, walking out. “Today isn't an easy day, as you might have noticed.”“We understand, Major, that's why we're here.” John stepped closer again. “But we need our commander to be well to proceed. We won't be able to save your fiancée if you're not well.”“John is right. I'll go to the kitchen to get a shake for you and fetch your medication.” James started to say when I punched the wall, shouting.“We don't have time for this! Elisabeth is in danger, and Heloise is extremely unbalanced. She killed her own son, what do you think she'll do to the woman she considers my lover?” I panted, breathless.“We know that, but if you're not well, how do you intend to save her?” Robert placed his hand on my shoulder, squeezing firm
I ran, stopping to hide behind the enormous crates, desperately searching for something I could use as a weapon. I spotted an iron bar on the ground and pulled it, holding it tightly against my chest, ready to use it if necessary.“You know, my Light, I always wanted to play cat and mouse with you. It always excited me to see your need to fight for survival.” Pavel pushed some crates aside, looking for me and shooting at the spot afterward. “Can't you see we were made for each other? We are perfect together.”He laughed, moving to another part of the room. I walked slowly to the back, trying to hide even more, trembling nonstop.“When you left, it destroyed me. I realized where I was wrong—my light.” Kicking other crates and shooting, Pavel continued. “I wasn't giving you the necessary attention because of work; now I understand that. But it will be different; I bought a deserted island, and now it will be just you and me; no one else will interfere.”I covered my mouth, feeling the t