Imela's POV“Imela!” Ingrid waved at me as Ocean, and I got out of the aeroplane, with Monique behind us.I saw her standing next to the already-waiting Ford, and I smiled and waved back.We climbed down, and she stepped up to meet us. “When Oliver told me you were coming, I didn’t believe it,” she said, smiling happily as we hugged.I had been sceptical about leaving, but Oliver wanted me present. He told me we had come a long way, and I owed it to Ingrid to be present. He was right; I needed to be here to celebrate, and being here, far away from the States, would also take my mind away from everything happening there. It has been a rough couple of months, and hopefully, I will be able to find stability when I return. Oliver was typically extremely clingy and would complain if we were separated for hours, so I was taken aback that he did not accompany me. Nevertheless, he was willing to let me leave for an extended period of time. I was impressed and a little sceptical. A part of me
“I mean, I am only your husband; I don’t mean any more to you.” Oliver moaned over the phone, and I couldn’t help rolling my eyes at his dramatic tone. Being dramatic came as quickly as breathing for him, especially when I had slacked on my promises. Oliver Plane would capitalise on it and drag it out for as long as possible.I had borrowed Ingrid's phone and used it to call Oliver after I realised I hadn’t called like I promised I would. He had been grumpy since he picked up the call, and I have lost count of the number of times I have apologised.“I already said I am sorry; what else do you want me to say?” I asked, pressing my head against the wall while I watched the to-be couple sway lovingly to the live band's music.“Nothing,” he answered, grumbling a few things I couldn't make out.“Then quit being dramatic; I already miss you enough.”“I miss you too.” He said.“How’s work going for you?”“Great, almost done for the day and about to head home.” He replied, and I heard the noi
The wedding was a success and one of the loveliest ceremonies I have ever been to, and I was glad to have been a part of it. We had planned to be each other's chief bride's maid, so this wasn't up for questioning. I told her I was available if she wanted me, and she told me she wasn't changing her mind about her first decision. It was settled. Ingrid looked the most elegant in her ball wedding dress and veil. Her hair, unlike at the party last night, was in a braided form and held to the back with a pin. "This is happening." She said as her car came to a stop right before the chapel. I nodded and took her hand into mine; she turned her attention to me. "This is happening; today, you will become a wife to Fermín Martínez, the man you love-the man that loves you." Her eyes blurred. "It feels like a dream." She admitted. "It is as real as it is ever going to get." I reached out with the hankey and wiped her tears off. She got down, and Pedro was already standing with his elbow exten
Oliver’s POV Everything was in place, and according to the plans I already had set out with the McCann brothers, I was to meet up with them at the airport. They had learned that Ela and Ocean had left the country a day ago and felt suspicious, asking if I was up to something. I assured them I wasn't, and to be sure, they asked me to meet them at the airport where they would land. I knew if I refused, they would undoubtedly know something was up and go through an escape route. I couldn’t afford their escape, so I promised to be at the airport upon their arrival. They had made Ela cry, and I intended to bury them because of it. This was a way to assure them I was on good terms with them. The time would be seven a.m., and it would be a one-hour meeting, which would give the squad time to round up the operation. I was on the front line and would take every instruction from the squad. Since the McCann brothers have been a menace and the Delta Force has been on their tail for years, this c
Imela's POVWith Fermín off to his honeymoon with Ingrid, the running of the Garcia Group was in the hands of Carmelle Ortega. He had reported back to the state a month prior, stating his decision on everything. She would oversee the running and reporting until his return. The middle-aged woman has been competent in her work, so it was expected she would deliver.I had promised Marcel that I would visit here before leaving, and that was what I planned for. Monique stayed with Ocean, and she would prepare him for our departure.I arrived at the Garcia Group firm in Madrid, and I stood to stare up at the building. It brought back memories, some of which were of visiting and following Marcel’s instructions. It had taken a few minutes for my gaped mouth to close back then as I told myself that my father owned this massive firm when I first saw it. It’s been two years since I last walked this path. How quickly time flies!I walked into the building and started my tour from the first floor
Oliver's POVI stood, unable to contain my excitement as Ela and Ocean made their way out of the aeroplane that landed not long ago. My heart skipped with every step they took down the plane’s staircase.Ocean saw me and waved, while Ela smiled charmingly at me as they got closer, and I walked to meet them halfway. I picked Ocean up and into my arms, and I kissed Ela’s lips, grateful that I was able to see them once again. I will always cherish this feeling.“Welcome home, my love.” I placed my head against hers as we pulled away.She reached out and stroked my face tenderly. “Thank you, babe. I missed you.”I couldn’t help the smirk that curled at the side of my face as I stepped back. “You can show me just how much when we get home.”She bit her red bottom lip and said, “Deal.”We drove home, and Ocean strapped between us was the only reason my hands were not all over Ela like I wanted. She knew this, too.It was just three days, and it felt so much longer. Luckily, the drive home w
I held Ela close as she slept beside me. I didn't sleep, but it was nice to hold on to her while she did. She snored a little, making my stomach flutter at the sound. This was one of the many things I didn’t think I would get to experience a few days ago. Others included her amazing voice and smile, her laugh, her iconic eye roll, and how her mouth twitched when fascinated. I got the chance to hold her once again, and this was a gift in itself.I leaned in and kissed her shoulder, releasing a contented sigh. She'd never know just how lucky I considered myself to have this privilege.The terrible chapter was now behind us, and together, we would look forward to a better future.“You are not asleep,” Imela grumbled, and her hand rubbed over my bare thigh and then further back to cup my butt.“I know, I don’t feel sleepy,” I replied, and she wiggled around in my arms and turned around so her eyes locked in mine.“You are alright, right?” she asked in concern.A frown hovered over my smil
Imela's POV"I love you; you know that, right?" Oliver asked over the phone."I don't think I will ever forget the way you always remind me," I answered with a small smile.I told Oliver I would have dinner tonight with Marcel and Kimberly, his girlfriend, whom I had yet to meet, meaning he and Ocean would have to have dinner without me. The last time I visited was three weeks ago, a week before my trip to Madrid, and since I got back, I've been too busy with work, only keeping in touch through calls. When Marcel called to invite me to tonight's dinner, I couldn't refuse. I reminded Oliver over the phone that I wouldn't go home from work and instead would go over to Marcel's once I closed from work, and he began acting as though I told him I was going away for good.He had gone back to his clingy ways after I returned from Madrid; he calls at least twice when I'm at work and would always wants us to snuggle when we are at home. He said it was his way of cherishing every moment while k