Diane"Br…break…break up?" Tears stung my eyes, and my throat went dry as I fought to get the words out of my mouth.But I shook off the feeling, shifting uncomfortably in my chair as I let out a bitter laugh. It had to be a joke. "Luca, I'm not in the mood for your jokes.”"I wish this was a joke, Diane, but I'm sorry…I really am,” he responded solemnly, avoiding my eyes.Each syllable of his words felt like a deep cut to my heart as I tried to comprehend the reason for his sudden decision. I wanted to say something, anything, but I was too shocked to find the right words. It seemed like my brain had stopped working for a minute."Why?" I asked him in a low, raspy whisper.This time he looked at me, and I could see sadness written all over his face.He didn't want this. Then, why was he doing it?He reached into his coat pocket, pulled out an envelope, and placed it on the table between us."I got an offer to work with globally recognized hoteliers,” he said, gesturing to the white
DianeI woke up to bright light piercing into my eyes through my eyelids. I could hear the beeping of a monitor and the faint murmur of voices, tugging at my consciousness. My body felt very heavy like I was trying to move underwater, and every part of me ached like crazy. I opened my eyes, blinking slowly as I tried to make sense of where I was.“Diane? Diane, can you hear me?”A familiar voice cut through my hazy mind. I turned my head slowly, winging as the movement sent a sharp pain through my skull.There she was. My best friend, Julia, sat beside me, her face filled with a mix of worry and relief.“Julia,” I said, my voice was barely above a whisper and it sounded hoarse. My throat felt drier than sandpaper.“Oh, Thank God.” She leaned forward, wrapping her hand around mine. Her hand was warm and soft as it grounded me in a reality I wasn't sure I was ready to face.I glanced around the room, noticing and taking in the plain white walls and the smell of disinfectant that clung
LucaI woke up to the faint smell of cheap perfume, and the headache that pounded in my skull.For a moment, I kept my eyes closed, clinging to the sleep that was already fading away. But something was off. This didn’t feel right. The sheets smelled different—like floral body spray instead of the soft lavender scent that Diane loved.I groaned, squeezing my eyes as I tried to remember what had happened.The club.The vodka.The noise of too many people, the music so loud that I couldn't hear my own thoughts, and that had been the whole point.Then I felt the tickle of hair against my jaw.I opened my eyes in a small slit, and a flash of blonde crossed my sight.That's not Diane’s hair.Her hair was black, silky, and smelled like coconut. This hair was blonde and had the faint chemical scent of overused dye. My chest tightened, and my fingers, which had been absentmindedly brushing her shoulder, froze.And then she moaned.I sat up quickly, my heart pounding in my chest as I turned to
DianeFIVE YEARS LATERThe AC was blasting fully, but it couldn’t quite ease the nervous heat simmering in my chest. I stood in front of the full-length mirror in my bedroom, staring at my reflection. The light cast a soft glow on my golden dress making it shimmer like molten gold as it hugged my curves in all the right places. The soft silk fabric felt smooth against my skin, but my mind was anything but calm.Tonight was the night. My night.I took a shaky breath, smoothing the fabric over my hips as I tried to gather my scattered thoughts. The board had decided months ago, but it was only now, at the charity gala, that the world would know I was officially the new CEO of Hope Horizons—the largest charity organization in the country. It was a dream I had fought tooth and nail for, a culmination of years of hard work, sacrifices, and tears. And yet, my nerves felt as fragile as glass.My hand trembled slightly as I reached for my shoes, a pair of gold stilettos that matched my d
LucaDiane looked radiant in the champagne-gold dinner dress that slitted up her thighs, offering a teasing glimpse of her toned legs as she moved, and hugged her more enhanced curves with the dainty jewelry that adorned her neck and wrists, complimenting her glow.She looked different from the woman I used to know—the woman whose heart I had broken.She was poise and elegant; the type of woman that was almost unattainable.The look in her eyes.The way she spoke and moved around so gracefully—like a goddess.The perfectly rehearsed professional smile on her face was all enough to make me argue that the woman before me wasn't Diane but someone else.However, the mixture of anger and shock in her eyes as her gaze landed on me was enough proof that indeed it was her.My ex-girlfriend, and the only woman I had truly loved.The same woman I had walked away from was standing before me, and this time, it wasn't a fragment of my imagination.I knew I had broken her heart in a bad way, and th
Luca I stood there for a moment, watching the man display his affection towards Diane on the podium—he hugged her, and even offered her a bouquet. My fingers curled tightly around the glass of champagne in my hand, almost cracking the glass as jealousy surged through my veins. I couldn't stand this. I couldn't bear watching another man be with her that way. If only I wasn't stupid enough to let her go, then that would have been me on the podium with her, not another man. Still seething, I turned around, heading back to where I’d left Diego, and I wasn't surprised to see him flirting with a slim lady, who I was certain was a model. I ignored them both, respecting their privacy as I sipped on my drink quietly with thoughts of Diane clouding my mind. I watched her attentively as she gave her speech. I noticed the movement of her body, her hands, and the occasional smiles she threw at the audience. I was mesmerized, and captivated even, by her growth and progress. Although I was
LucaI turned to the lady with a flirtatious smirk playing on my lips, letting my fingers brush against her waist. I pulled her closer till there was no space between us.And just like that, I gave Diane a reason to look. I didn't check to see if she did. I didn't allow myself to hope for a reaction, but my instincts told me that she glanced in my direction.I leaned in towards the woman, whispering into her ear. “Pardon my ungentlemanly manners, darling. You look beautiful as always. So beautiful that I wanna change your name to Cleopatra.”“Oh, Luca. You flatter me too much, but I prefer my actual name, Sophia, to Cleopatra,” she let out a giggle that sounded annoying to my ears, but at least it did the trick. Now I know her name.“Let’s get out of here, Sophia,” I murmured loud enough to catch Diane’s attention.Sophia flashed her perfect set of teeth in a wide grin, oblivious to the real reason behind my sudden attention. She looped her arm through mine, giggling as I led her awa
LucaAfter a while, driving at normal speed wasn't doing much to calm the thoughts that swirled in my head. If anything, it only made me more angry at myself and the world at large. My fingers gripped the steering wheel so hard that my knuckles began to turn white from the pressure. The only sound that could be heard in the car was from the engine and the occasional curses I spat at myself under my breath.Five years.Five years of grinding, bleeding, and pushing myself past exhaustion till I finally did what I promised myself.I became a wealthy hotelier. A man of influence and power. My name made it to Forbes Under thirty-five list. I built an empire from the ground up, stacking achievements like bricks until I stood taller than anyone who doubted me. I have obtained everything I wanted and more in half a decade—which is a short period for most people my age, but not for me.I had always laughed whenever I read on blogs that it was either luck, joining some secret organization, or
DianeBy the time I finally pulled into the underground parking lot of my office building, it was already 10:28 a.m.I checked the mirror. My lipstick was still in place, but the slight shine on my forehead told me I was already stressed—and the day hadn’t even properly started.I stepped out of the car, straightened my black pencil skirt, and slung my bag over my shoulder.As soon as I reached the private elevator that led directly to my floor, the doors opened and Jane stepped out, her arms folded and her usual playful smile in place.“You’re twenty-eight minutes late,” she said, holding a paper cup of coffee in one hand and a folder in the other.“And yet, the building still stands,” I replied dryly, walking past her into the elevator.She followed me in, passing me the coffee. “Black, no sugar, just the way you like your lies.”I shot her a look but took the coffee anyway. “What’s the mood? I’m guessing no one’s happy.”“They’re smiling like they’ve just won the lottery. But it’s
DianeMy eyes blinked open as the first rays of sunlight flooded into my room. I groaned, rolling to my side and hugging my snow-white pillow as I forced myself to go back to sleep, even though I knew that was impossible.But regardless, I smiled into my pillow, feeling contented and grateful for a new day. Mornings like this were rare and it to last just a moment longer.Being CEO came with a lot of privileges, one of them being that I didn't have to work full day all week, plus I have the most competent PA that I could ever ask for. I would have loved it, more than anything else, if I had woken up later than 6am, but that has never worked for me. Unfortunately, my body wakes up as soon as the sun rises, not minding if I had slept late the previous night or not. And then, there was Anika. My little hurricane of joy needed her mummy to take her to school, but before she came storming into my room, I wanted to enjoy the serenity that the morning brought just a little longer.I closed
LucaThe screeching sound of the curtains being slid open was the first thing that woke me up, but I didn’t want to leave my position, even though it was a bit uncomfortable.“Good morning, Sir.” John’s calm, polite voice was the next. I groaned, opening my eyes, and was hit with the bright rays of the sunlight which made me immediately shut my eyes again.I groaned again, rubbing my temples as a sharp pain shot through my skull. My mouth was dry, and the horrible taste of whiskey still lingered on my tongue.“Too damn bright,” I muttered, barely lifting my head from the chair.And as expected, John didn’t respond. Instead, I heard the soft clink of a glass being placed on the table beside me. “Water, Sir. And some aspirin.”I cracked one eye open and saw him standing there, completely unfazed by my current state. His crisp uniform was as neat as ever, his posture straight, and his expression was unreadable, as usual.“Remind me to fire you one day,” I mumbled, forcing myself to sit
LucaAfter a while, driving at normal speed wasn't doing much to calm the thoughts that swirled in my head. If anything, it only made me more angry at myself and the world at large. My fingers gripped the steering wheel so hard that my knuckles began to turn white from the pressure. The only sound that could be heard in the car was from the engine and the occasional curses I spat at myself under my breath.Five years.Five years of grinding, bleeding, and pushing myself past exhaustion till I finally did what I promised myself.I became a wealthy hotelier. A man of influence and power. My name made it to Forbes Under thirty-five list. I built an empire from the ground up, stacking achievements like bricks until I stood taller than anyone who doubted me. I have obtained everything I wanted and more in half a decade—which is a short period for most people my age, but not for me.I had always laughed whenever I read on blogs that it was either luck, joining some secret organization, or
LucaI turned to the lady with a flirtatious smirk playing on my lips, letting my fingers brush against her waist. I pulled her closer till there was no space between us.And just like that, I gave Diane a reason to look. I didn't check to see if she did. I didn't allow myself to hope for a reaction, but my instincts told me that she glanced in my direction.I leaned in towards the woman, whispering into her ear. “Pardon my ungentlemanly manners, darling. You look beautiful as always. So beautiful that I wanna change your name to Cleopatra.”“Oh, Luca. You flatter me too much, but I prefer my actual name, Sophia, to Cleopatra,” she let out a giggle that sounded annoying to my ears, but at least it did the trick. Now I know her name.“Let’s get out of here, Sophia,” I murmured loud enough to catch Diane’s attention.Sophia flashed her perfect set of teeth in a wide grin, oblivious to the real reason behind my sudden attention. She looped her arm through mine, giggling as I led her awa
Luca I stood there for a moment, watching the man display his affection towards Diane on the podium—he hugged her, and even offered her a bouquet. My fingers curled tightly around the glass of champagne in my hand, almost cracking the glass as jealousy surged through my veins. I couldn't stand this. I couldn't bear watching another man be with her that way. If only I wasn't stupid enough to let her go, then that would have been me on the podium with her, not another man. Still seething, I turned around, heading back to where I’d left Diego, and I wasn't surprised to see him flirting with a slim lady, who I was certain was a model. I ignored them both, respecting their privacy as I sipped on my drink quietly with thoughts of Diane clouding my mind. I watched her attentively as she gave her speech. I noticed the movement of her body, her hands, and the occasional smiles she threw at the audience. I was mesmerized, and captivated even, by her growth and progress. Although I was
LucaDiane looked radiant in the champagne-gold dinner dress that slitted up her thighs, offering a teasing glimpse of her toned legs as she moved, and hugged her more enhanced curves with the dainty jewelry that adorned her neck and wrists, complimenting her glow.She looked different from the woman I used to know—the woman whose heart I had broken.She was poise and elegant; the type of woman that was almost unattainable.The look in her eyes.The way she spoke and moved around so gracefully—like a goddess.The perfectly rehearsed professional smile on her face was all enough to make me argue that the woman before me wasn't Diane but someone else.However, the mixture of anger and shock in her eyes as her gaze landed on me was enough proof that indeed it was her.My ex-girlfriend, and the only woman I had truly loved.The same woman I had walked away from was standing before me, and this time, it wasn't a fragment of my imagination.I knew I had broken her heart in a bad way, and th
DianeFIVE YEARS LATERThe AC was blasting fully, but it couldn’t quite ease the nervous heat simmering in my chest. I stood in front of the full-length mirror in my bedroom, staring at my reflection. The light cast a soft glow on my golden dress making it shimmer like molten gold as it hugged my curves in all the right places. The soft silk fabric felt smooth against my skin, but my mind was anything but calm.Tonight was the night. My night.I took a shaky breath, smoothing the fabric over my hips as I tried to gather my scattered thoughts. The board had decided months ago, but it was only now, at the charity gala, that the world would know I was officially the new CEO of Hope Horizons—the largest charity organization in the country. It was a dream I had fought tooth and nail for, a culmination of years of hard work, sacrifices, and tears. And yet, my nerves felt as fragile as glass.My hand trembled slightly as I reached for my shoes, a pair of gold stilettos that matched my d
LucaI woke up to the faint smell of cheap perfume, and the headache that pounded in my skull.For a moment, I kept my eyes closed, clinging to the sleep that was already fading away. But something was off. This didn’t feel right. The sheets smelled different—like floral body spray instead of the soft lavender scent that Diane loved.I groaned, squeezing my eyes as I tried to remember what had happened.The club.The vodka.The noise of too many people, the music so loud that I couldn't hear my own thoughts, and that had been the whole point.Then I felt the tickle of hair against my jaw.I opened my eyes in a small slit, and a flash of blonde crossed my sight.That's not Diane’s hair.Her hair was black, silky, and smelled like coconut. This hair was blonde and had the faint chemical scent of overused dye. My chest tightened, and my fingers, which had been absentmindedly brushing her shoulder, froze.And then she moaned.I sat up quickly, my heart pounding in my chest as I turned to