Eliaz's POV Life could be a bitch, but I never really understood that concept until now. Or more specifically, a couple of minutes ago. Growing up, I'd always heard stories or people say you had to be careful of how you treated other people. As usual, I saw it as total bullshit, but now, I wasn't so sure anymore. My agenda for tonight had been very simple; come to the auction, bid the highest and win the contract for the company. I'd been looking forward to this all year, and I had made plans, set certain things place just so I could get it, and just while I was on the verge of success, the unexpected happened. Alora. If someone has walked up to me and told her that I was going to bump into her again, I would have laughed my head off. Or more specifically, I would have perceived them as a beggar and handed them a couple of dollars for the night. Alora was dead, so how the fuck was she able to not only show up here, but win the contract too? “Eliaz.” Cynthia's angry grunt c
Alora's POV I should have known nothing good would have come out of it. I had opened my mind to the possibility of anything happening tonight, but what u didn't see coming, was Eliaz actually approaching me. What in the world? Eliaz had a track record of being audacious and I couldn't believe there was a point in my life where I found it dashing. I was completely enamoured by the fact that he went for whoever and whatever he wanted, but right now, I couldn't be more disgusted. “If you keep your face like that for so long “ Fredrick spoke beside me, his voice pulling me out of my thoughts. “I'm afraid your face just might freeze.” I threw him a hard glare and he raised his hands in moxj surrender. I knew it was a light jab at trying to make laugh or at least crack a smile, but it was worthless, completely useless. .“Bad joke?” He let out and I sighed. “I'm sorry, I was just trying to cheer you up.”.He was, and that had to be the sweetest thing ever. It was Eliaz’s fault t
Fredrick's POV It stung, and I wasn't even going to try to deny it. The meal sitting in front of me had lost its taste a long time ago, but I still forced myself to swallow it, spoonful after spoonful. Why? Because it was Alora's favourite and I didn't want anything that was going to sour her mood. As she slowly picked at the plate in front of her, I couldn't help but feel like her mood had already been ruined, and by no one else asides me. Shit. I was a fool, and I'd only confirmed it this evening.Even a toddler would be able to see how happy I was to see alora on stage a couple of hours ago. She looked regal, right from the moment she got into her designated seat, the moment she outbid Eliaz and the moment she was called to receive the contract. Everything had been planned down to the last detail. My highlight of the night had to be the shocked look on Eliaz's face when Alora was announced the winner. Even though it didn't last long and was replaced by a faint sense of
Eliaz’s POV A yawn bubbled at the back of my throat, but I struggled to keep it in. It was one thing to present, or pretend to be present, and it was another thing to fail while totally at it. While pretending was hard and absolutely not worth it, I would always pick that over being called out for what someone else termed inefficiency. “Mr Deutchmond?” Someone's gruff voice called out to me. I blinked back till all I could see again was my screen. “Is anything the problem?” “Not at all.” I shook my head, before adjusting my tie. “My apologies, I zoned out a bit. Please continue.” “I'm not sure that's the right thing to do.” I bit back a groan. My eyes flickered shut before popping open again, and just as I feared, Mr Dumont’s angry face was staring at me. “Are you even interested in this collaboration?” No. I wanted to let out, but for the sake of my company and my sanity, I kept mute. “Yes Mr Dumont.” I nodded.. “I'm more than interested in partnering with you.”While th
013 Eliaz's POV I let out a breath I had no idea I was holding when I stepped into the living room. I counted to ten, then twenty and thirty, and when the stillness I had walked into still remained, I let out another sigh of relief. Heaven knows I'd had a really long day at the office today. As promised, I had hopped on another call with Mr Dumont again, and it didn't go as planned. He was beyond furious. I didn't know the man on a personal level, but I think it was safe to say that if he could, he would stripped me of the little dignity I had left and made me the laughing stick of the business world. The first hour of the call was filled with constant pleas from me, just to get another chance. Before that, I'd contacted a couple of other investors, but they weren't really interested. A whole lot of them were polite by telling me they would get in touch, while the others simply didn't bother to pick up. Yes, it was that bad. I shook off the events of the day before head
014Eliaz's POV This couldn't be happening. This couldn't be happening at all. I wasn't an avid believer of bad luck, I thought of it as complete bullshit. If you wanted something, all you had to do was work towards it, and it would all work out. But just because a certain human might have elapsed in his calculations or planning , which led to his failure or things not working out, he decided to term it bad luck, or worse still karma. That wasn't even the worst part. Not only did he make himself believe that, somehow, he was able to spread the concept to the rest of the world. I didn't believe in bad luck, so why were so many bad things happening to me all at once? First it was the contract, then Mr Dumont, and now this? I scrubbed my face with my hands, hoping that things would go back to normal again, and by normal, I meant, Mr Dumont would have considered me, even if it was only part time. But even after scrubbing for a total of ten minutes, nothing changed and in that mom
015 Alora's POV “Breaking news.” The newscaster’s voice reached my ears the moment I tuned into the news channel. Even though she tries to maintain a neutral face as she stared at the screen, I could easily tell the emotions that ran through her mind. She was both scared and excited. Scared to ruin the Deutchmond’s reputation even more and super excited for the hot piece of information she had in her grip.“The Deutchmond's have been under thick surveillance in the past couple of years and just while they were on the verge of fixing their barely existent reputation, everything fell through.” She allowed a couple of seconds to pass before she continued. “Just recently, news articles have began to come up, highlighting the fact Deutchmond Corporation has record a downward tank in their investments. Insiders tell us that about fifty percent worth of the company's stocks and shares have diminished, all thanks to their investors pulling out suddenly.”“Is that what I think it is?”
016Eliaz's POV I couldn't believe my ears, not my life either. I'd always watched movies and read books that described the moment in someone's life where their world came crashing down. I couldn't exactly say I'd experienced it before, except now. I just did, and it wasn't an experience I would recommend to someone else. I felt every bit of oxygen seep out of every pore in my body. I lost my balance tempo, but at the same time I didn't see myself tumbling to the ground. Even if it did happen, I would prefer I was standing next to one of the windows on the second floor. That way, my death would be certain the moment I hit rock bottom. No way. There was no way this could be possible. Alora's words echoed loudly in my head with each passing second. I tried my level best to push her words aside, but no matter how hard I pushed, they came back with more force. ‘Come on, Eliaz. Think. Did you ever meet them? Ever hop on a call with them? Ever try to figure out their real identi
088Alora's POV I'd lost count of exactly how long I'd been standing here for, but there was one thing I was sure of, it was a lot. My ankle ached and my knees buckled underneath my. My feet was this close to giving way, and while crouching sounded like a good idea, it was a risk I wasn't exactly willing to take. Stay strong, Alora. I muttered more to myself than anybody else. You can do this. I'd been muttering that for a while now, but frankly, I wasn't sure i really believed it. I was exhausted. I wanted to run back to the comfort of my car, but I knew I couldn't do that. If I did, how was I going to see just what that sneaky Eliaz was up to? He'd been in the bar for the past hour now, I knew because I took record of when he'd first walked in, and he was yet to come out. I had no idea what he was even doing in there. Did he come with someone? Was he waiting for someone?.A million and one questions ran through my head,but the more I asked myself, the more confused I got
087Alora's POV I'd messed up, and Ethan's smirk grin wasn't the only indication I was getting. I felt it all around me. Up until now, it felt like I was under some kind of spell. Well, maybe that depiction wasn't exactly correct, but I'd allowed my anger and desperation to get to me, and now, I'd just shot myself in the foot. Ethan wasn't supposed to know what I'd just told him. My business was strictly meant for the court and the court only, but now, I'd just gone to spill to him, that the potential evidence I had was nowhere to be found. Way to go Alora, fucking way to go. “Can't got your tongue miss?” He called out to me. “I've never taken you to be the quiet type, but I guess it's true what the saying says; situation changes people, a lot. It's so sad to see that this is what you've been reduced to.”“I haven't been reduced to anything and you know it.” I shot back. “I'm simply just in a bad spot and…”“You've been in a bad spot since I knew you, Alora.” He cut me off.
086Alora's POV The door swung open, after what finally seemed like forever. In fact, it was forever because I had waited a long time, and by the time Ethan waltzed into the empty seat behind his desk that waa supposed to be his, it waa safe to say that he had wasted approximately two hours, if I wasn't mistaken. My eyes trailed the physique of his back as he took his sweet time getting to his chair. Like that wasn't enough, he even made a show of finally settling down. “Are you going to romanticize picking up the pens littered on your desk now?” The question had caught him off guard, but he was quick to gather the hens of his composure again. “Or are you finally going to realize that you're wasting both your time and mine?!”“Me?” He gasped slightly, but I didn't miss the skeleton of a smile making its way across his lips. “Is that what you really think? Well, I understand why you would think that though; you've been waiting for quite some time now. Unlike me, I've just clea
085Alora's POV Was I crazy? Well, we were about to find out. This wasn't going to be the first time I would think I was a little mental upstairs. I mean, if so many people had told me that, I liked to think it was true, even if it was only by a fraction. I used to get mad when I heard the word crazy being used to describe me. It ticked me off in most ways, but not anymore. Instead of always getting upset over it and all the time, I trained myself to see it as a compliment somehow and use it to better myself. If you thought about it, it was better to be referred to as the crazy lady, or crazy Laura rather than being pitied whenever your name came up. If they all thought I'd been crazy all this while, then they were about to get the biggest shock of their lives. For the second time, and more than I would actually like, I drummed my fingers against the steering wheel, anxiously waiting for the lights to turn green. It was almost the same scenario as this morning, the only diffe
084Alora's POV No. There was no way this was happening. I'd lost count of the number of times I'd said that since my move back to Los Angeles and while I could swear that the previous time I'd said that would be the last, my life has a funny way of rubbing it in my face. Over and over again. It was one thing to be hopeless, and another thing to have no sight of things turning around for you, but you still decide to hold on to that tiny piece of faith, that somehow, something good would come out of it. In case, you were doubting the latter was worse, because if life decided to pull out the rug from under your feet, then you were going to fall, hard. My ears buzzed, and even though Laura's voice echoed in my head, I refused to believe that what she'd said was true. “They're gone.” Her words swarm all around me. “The messages are gone.” While I was in prison and especially after my conversation with Laura, that was the only thing I could think about. Those messages. I knew
083Alora's POV One would think that at this point, and with everything I've been through, I would have gotten used to it by now. But no matter how much shit I've been through, I like to think that's the last. That doesn't necessarily work, and the phone call I received last night, was all the proof I needed in the world to finally understand that. I drummed my fingernails against the surface of my steering wheel. An unruly rhythm reached my ears, but I tuned them out the moment they got closer to my earlobe. On the outside, horns blared and honked at the traffic light that had been stuck at the red light for the past thirty minutes. At this point, I was beginning to think it might be a malfunction, because I had no idea what was causing the holdup. The zebra crossing in front of me was as empty as could be, so why wasn't the light changing? I sighed. If anything, it gave me some time to think. I'd sworn I wasn't going to do that too often, but life obviously had other plans
082Alora's POV I had no idea which was weird, the entire moments that led up to me fainting and waking up in the hospital, or Fredrick's weird energy. If I was being honest though, I would say it was Fredrick. I watched him from the windows in the living room as his car pulled out of the compound. I wasn't sure why, but his departure just didn't sit right with me. It sounded weird, and funny in a way. My mind went in a million directions, and so many thoughts crowded my head, but no matter how frazzled my brain was, my uncertainty didn't hint at the fact that he was probably cheating on me. It didn't. At all. For most women, that would be their first thought, but not for me. Fredrick wasn't that type of man, and he never would be. But at the same time, he had never been the kind to keep something from me. It was pretty obvious at this point. Usually, whenever he saw I was in a bad mood, he would do everything in his power to cheer me up. But throughout the drive home, he'
081Fredrick's POV The drive back home was silent. I hated it, but there was really nothing I could do about it. I wanted to speak, to try and ease out the tension that brewed in the car, but no matter how hard I tried or wanted to, I just couldn't bring myself to do anything. It just didn't feel right. I let out a sigh. I'd been doing that for the past couple of minutes now, but Alora didn't seem to complain. In fact, she hadn't reacted to anything I'd done and I would be lying if I said it didn't bother me. I snuck a glance at the woman in question. She had her head tilted towards the window, with her eyes trained on the scenery whizzing past. I knew Alora well enough to know that she wasn't staring at anything. She was looking at it, but she couldn't see anything. Even after Eliaz had left the ward, the tension that once brewed between the three of us didnt just go away. I'd stared at her for a couple of seconds, and it was obvious something was wrong . Very wrong. I was
080Alora's POV The devil really was after me, and I had all the proof I needed in the world. In fact, one of them was standing, no, sitting next to me right now. I couldn't believe my ears or eyes. The entire scenario replayed itself over and over again in my mind, but no matter how many times it did that, I just couldn't make any sense out of it. At all. “Not only do you want me to pull out from the real estate contract and everything that has to do with it, you want me to sign off a percentage of my company to you?” They were my own words, but somehow, I wanted to believe that I had a mistake. That Eliaz hadn't really just offered that bullshit as a way to help me. My eyes snapped back to the man in question. He had a sickly smile on his face and I wanted nothing more than to wipe it off his face with a slap.At first, I was worried about his threat of not leaving till he got what he wanted, but now I was just plain mad at his audacity and stupidity combined. “Get out.