POV: PATRICK
We passed through the creaking gates, and I parked the car at the highest point I could, near the hill. We got out of the car, and Lis looked around nervously. When she glanced at me in shock, I knew the moment had come.
“What are we doing at the cemetery?” she asked, bewildered.
“I said I would show you my wounds and my greatest pain,” I replied, lowering my head and feeling my chest tighten as her warm hands touched mine.
“You don't have to do this if you're not ready.” Elisabeth looked at me with empathy. I smiled slightly, more certain about my choices.
“I want to.” I intertwined our hands and guided her to the top tombstone, where I stopped, feeling my stomach churn. My heart ached intensely.
“Patrick?” Lis was attentive.
“Lis. Meet Gabriel Forbs Morgan, my son,”
POV: ELISABETHI stroked Patrick's hair as I absorbed his whole story. How could someone wish such harm to their own child? What level of mental problems did Heloise have?Tears streamed down my face, overwhelmed by the pain of the man who smiled so much, never showing the suffering he lived with. I sighed, looking again at Biel's photo and then at the starry sky.“Patrick?” I called in a whisper, still staring at the vast blue sky. “When I was with my ex, I got pregnant. I ran upstairs to tell him, hoping he’d be happy and stop hurting me.It was a thread of hope, you know?”He lifted his head, wiped his eyes, and looked at me intensely.“What happened?” Morgan asked, his voice trembling.“It didn’t go as expected. He thought the child would take up my time, my love. Then he pushed me down the stairs. I remember waking
POV: PATRICKWith my hands in my pockets, I watched Elisabeth run off like a child. I shook my head, smiling. How could she bring so much lightness to this troubled heart?Despite a subtle weakness, I ran after her up the stairs and wrapped my arms around her waist, throwing us onto the bed.“I got you!” I grinned, tickling her as she laughed.“Stop, stop.” Lis laughed.“Say yes, and I'll stop,” I teased.“No. No fair, stop. I can't breathe.” She said this, crying with laughter. “It's not fair, not like this.”“Then say I'm the best boss.” I continued tickling her.“I can't lie,” she joked, laughing and writhing.“Oh really?” I tickled her more.“Alright, you're the best boss in the world,” Lis said, laughing breathlessly, her face completely red.“Now, say I'm the best lover and teacher you've ever had.” I tickled her ribs, pinning her legs with mine. “Say it!”“You're a cheater...” Lis gasped, laughing and trying to catch her breath. “Stop, you're the best lover and teacher. Let me
“That's not where I want you to be greedy.” Biting her lips, slightly blushing, she stood in front of me, placing her foot on the headboard of the bed, giving me a beautiful view of her paradise.“Elisabeth, let me taste you,” I whispered, looking up at her as aroused as she was.Tilting her hips forward, I kissed her sensitive spot, trailing my tongue down the side, exploring her lips until I traced the tip along her entrance. Lis trembled, panting, overcome with desire. I dove into her, sucking eagerly, my moans echoing through the room. Elisabeth rubbed her intimacy against my mouth, grinding on my tongue.“Patrick...” She moaned, lost at the moment, as I touched her most sensitive spot, pulling it all into my mouth. “Yes...”Her inner walls tightened around my tongue, squeezing more and more. I felt my erection rise again, completely lost in lust, i
POV: ELISABETHPatrick's phone kept ringing, and my head pounded with each echo of the ringtone. I groaned, pulling my legs off him and nudging him to wake up.“Patrick... your phone...” I grumbled, turning to the other side, only to be wrapped in his spooning embrace again, his legs intertwined with mine.“Let it ring. I don't want to deal with anything today,” he said sleepily.“Stop being a baby. It could be important about the publisher.” I stroked his strong arms, snuggling deeper into his secure and warm embrace.“Doing that won't convince me to get up and answer it,” Morgan chuckled. “It could be those vultures from the newspaper wanting a statement.”“All the more reason to get up. We can't let Heloise ruin Biel's gift.” I kept a serious tone. “Let's do it for him!”
POV: PATRICKI waited for my provocative and sensual apprentice to enter the bathroom before opening the door, finding Greg impatient, with an enormous commotion on his face.“Speak up, what else happened in my little hell?” Despite my friend's tension, I smiled, amused.“Are you in a good mood? Great.” He rolled his eyes. “I'm glad you've relaxed, but now you need to get your head straight. Heloise wants to make another announcement directly attacking Elisabeth!”“Heloise wouldn't dare!” I clenched my fists in anger, looking towards the bathroom. “Tell me she doesn't have any evidence or anything to use against Lis.”“Unfortunately, she does. Apparently, Heloise got reports of the physical abuse Mrs. Elisabeth suffered.” Greg had a furrowed brow, sighing heavily. “It would be easier to just kill her and dump her in
“You are spectacular, apprentice,” I murmured, biting my way back up and feeling her trembling body. “Turn around for me.”I held her by the neck from behind, wrapping my arm under her breasts and filling my hands with her soft, rosy-tipped fullness. I moved close to her ear:“Now, spread your legs and arch for me!” I said it hoarsely in her ear. Like a good apprentice, Elisabeth did as she was ordered.She threw her butt back, arching her back slightly. Still holding her by the neck, I bit behind her ear and down her nape and back, supporting her buttocks with my hands and spreading them. I rubbed my erection from back to front, feeling her gasp and squirm, subtly swollen in her warm, latent intimacy. I plunged just the tip, then pulled out to grab the vibrator from the floor.“What are you up to now?” Lis asked breathlessly over her shoulder.I smiled mischievously, turning on the vibrator.&
POV: ELISABETHHeading towards the publishing house, Patrick, despite maintaining an erect posture, showed evident signs of tension in his body. His sighs were noticeable, as were the beads of sweat forming on his forehead, even in the cold Seattle weather.“It’s going to be okay,” I whispered to reassure him. “You’re Patrick Morgan; no one can bring you down.”He nodded, turning back to stare out the window in silence. What didn’t Patrick want me to see?As we arrived at the entrance of the publishing house, protesters were camped out front. I jumped in my seat, startled, when an egg was thrown at the car window. The CEO held my hands, gently squeezing them to calm me. Amid the shouts and insults accusing him, I heard some people saying:“Coward, pervert, woman abuser!” shouted the protesters. “Justice for Miss Heloise Forbs.”
“We went down to the area set up for the press. The number of journalists present was more than double the last time, with some representatives from international channels. I began to feel nervous, worried about what Morgan would reveal. This was all on a very large scale, and his statement would define the fate of the publisher.When Patrick Morgan took the stage, the noise ceased, and everyone patiently awaited his statement:“Good morning, everyone,” he said, standing tall, his voice firm, and his eyes piercing like an eagle's. “I will start my statement. Questions will only be answered at the end of the announcement. If any journalist interrupts, they will be removed, and their questions will go unanswered.”Everyone whispered before falling silent again as the CEO cleared his throat.“I was abroad, in remote lands. As is widely known, I do volunteer work in lo
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