I found Greg at the hotel bar, visibly nervous, his leg shaking with anxiety.
“Why all the fuss, my old friend?” I called for his attention.
“You know why... That damned woman is here, ready to strike, and you're playing house with your secretary!” Greg shouted, losing his composure.
“Watch your mouth before you insinuate anything about Elisabeth!” I slammed my fist on the bar, drawing attention, and kept my fierce eyes on him.
Looking around, he motioned for me to sit beside him, ordering our whiskey shots.
“Sorry, I just can't easily accept what that cursed woman did...” My friend said, downing his drink in one go. “You know Victor is dead because of her. That ambush in the desert was to lure you in. Me, her... Damn it!”
Greg slammed his glass down forcefully, trembling with nerves. I observed his
“Patrick, if you want to stay away from me after what I tell you... Promise me you'll let me quit and leave?” Turning her body with heavy eyes, Elisabeth looked determined.“I promise that no matter what you say, I'm not going anywhere!” I smiled, caressing her cold, wet cheeks.“You say that because you don't know everything...” She sighed, gathering courage. “I was once engaged, but not in the way all women dream of... The person I shared my adolescence with until the beginning of adulthood was simply a monster in disguise, which I had the misfortune of discovering in the worst way.Lis sobbed a few times with her back to me. I adjusted myself, pressing my chest against her back and running my nails along her arms in a caress, making her comfortable enough to continue with her real nightmare.“The jealousy and possessiveness started to increase in college. I thought it was just a phase, maybe even hormones... I don't know, I didn't want to see the signs.” Slapping her forehead with
“That's why you still live haunted... He is chasing you!” I sighed, determined to eliminate this bastard once and for all.“Yes, I started moving from city to city, searching for new beginnings, but he always got close. When I arrived in Seattle with a new identity, my grandmother's illness had progressed significantly, and I had to settle into a well-paying job to afford her nursing home.” Lis smiled hopefully. “In five years, this monster hasn't found me, so I finally feel like I can start over and be happy... But you need to know and understand the risks of being with me. If he finds me and knows about us, your life will also be in danger.”“I accept the risks!” I replied firmly, leaving no doubt about my decision. “Elisabeth, I need this bastard's full name, so I can put an end to this.”“Are you crazy? No, you are not going to confront him!” She stood up nervously, biting her nails. “I didn't tell you this for you to start a fight. I won't let him hurt you or find me.”“You need
POV: ELISABETHMy body tingled under the hot water that bathed my skin as Patrick moved up my legs, tracing around my buttocks, where he pinched and delivered a bold slap.“Hey?” I protested, laughing, receiving an intense kiss as he pinned me against the wall, placing his arms on either side of my head, his gaze intense. “What is it?”“I need to ask you something, but I don't want you to get mad at me.” Patrick sighed, serious, considering his words. “You don't want me to investigate your past, and that's fine. However, I need the full name of the person who hurt you to ensure our protection now, in the present.”“Patrick...” I turned my face nervously, but he brought me back to look at him with his finger.“Please, it's just for protective measures,” he reaffirmed.“The CIA is not like the army
I finished the sentence, and Pablo laughed, drawing everyone's attention.“Wow, forgive me, Mr. Morgan, but that explains why you know how to recruit talents for drama...” He chuckled, being reprimanded by María.“Miss Heloise was already on her way out. Please, Mr. Morgan, come in. Let's start our meeting.” Alexandre nodded toward the door.We passed by her, and Heloise was staring at Patrick. As I walked past her, Heloise grabbed my arm and pulled me to whisper in my ear:“Be careful with him. He seems like an honorable and protective man. Usually, monsters seem to be nice people.” Heloise chuckled softly. “However, Patrick Morgan took something extremely valuable from me, and I'm not talking about money!”I pulled my arm back forcefully, adjusting my posture. The CEO was about to start an argument with his ex-wife when she
I'm not sure exactly when I fell asleep, but I was awakened by the sound of an ambulance and sirens. I looked around; the CEO and Greg were not in the car. Furthermore, I opened the door and found my building on fire, several injured people on the sidewalk, and the police cordoning off the area.“What's happening?” I spoke in shock, running towards the flames, being restrained by Patrick, who held me in place.“It's too late; everything was lost inside.” He explained, keeping his arms around my trembling body.“It was him!” I looked at the CEO in despair, alarmed, running my hands over my forehead and stepping back, cornered and distressed.I looked around, searching for any imminent danger, any sign that the damn man was back. Until a pain hit my chest and a strong pressure took over my mind.“My grandmother...” I whispered, running towards the car we came in.Patrick ran after me, and when I opened the passenger door, he closed it, restraining me.“Lis, it was just a gas leak; I tol
I cradled Elisabeth in my arms, stroking her back as I looked around. Her ex-boyfriend seemed determined to instill fear, which revealed a lot about his character. He sought to intimidate, to show how vulnerable and accessible she was.“Lis, I need the name of this damn guy,” I kept my tone firm.She shivered in my arms, wiping her face on my shirt and lifting her chin towards me.“Patrick, I need to leave,” she replied, looking fearful and sighing. She tried to pull away, but I held her in place. “Please, don't try to stop me.”“I won't try; I will.” I stared at her coldly. “Running away is not the solution. He found you here in Seattle, based on what you said about your ex. This bastard has the resources to find you even in hell.”I sighed, holding her hands as she sobbed amidst the tears.“I can't put you at risk, either. Don't you understand?” Pulling her hands sharply, Lis turned her back. “He could have thrown you from up here; we might not have arrived in time... This damn guy
“Would you like me to take Elisabeth to a warehouse? Only then will you release my children...” She trembled.“Are you sure he has your children?” I furrowed my brow. A cunning man wouldn't be foolish enough to kidnap children, which could attract the attention of the police or the press.“What? Why would he lie?” She spoke in shock.“To scare you and make you do everything he orders!” I took another step forward, standing in front of the gun. “He's using you; let me help you.”“No, you're lying!” She shouted, cocking the gun. “Back off!”In a quick move, I disarmed her by hitting the gun under the handle, making it jump and fall to the ground, along with the cell phone I had inadvertently dropped in the action. Caroline hurriedly crouched down, trying to reach the gun. I kicked it back towards Greg, who promptly picked it up and aimed it at the nurse.&ldquo
POV: ELISABETHI woke up with a start, looking around and trying to identify where I was. Had I fainted? The room was luxurious, with dark walls and soft lighting from crystal chandeliers. The imposing furniture stood out, featuring a large canopy bed with a dark wooden headboard. The room was decorated with classical artworks, an elegant fireplace, and exotic collectibles. As I got out of bed, my feet touched a Persian rug, reinforcing the atmosphere of luxury and mystery.I looked for my heels but couldn't find them. Carefully, I opened the door and heard male voices. Following the sound, I reached the stairs and noticed two men conversing while drinking. Greg was the first to notice me and whispered something into the CEO's ear before leaving.“I'm glad you're awake,” said Patrick, extending his free hand toward me. I descended the stairs and was led by him to the sofa. “Are you feeling better?” I nodded, still a bit nervous. “I'm sorry for getting you involved in all this mess…I..
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