Arlo’s POV
For the last four years, I dedicated my time and resources combing through the surface of this earth for Lori. I was blinded by rage when I discovered Lori’s betrayal and went in search of her. I had spent so much time looking for her, that part of the rage I felt had now been replaced with something I didn’t want to feel- worry. Finally, I found her under the most upsetting circumstances. She got married? To what? A good-for-nothing dog that kept cheating on her? I should’ve blown out his brains when I had the chance but Willis, my second-in-command wouldn’t let me leave any trace of myself behind. We were now on air, going back to my home which I have missed for four years now. No one would have ever thought that I would pause my life, or my business in search of a girl. But Lori wasn’t any other girl, she was my girl, I loved her, more than anything else. And because I loved her, I was hurt by her betrayal. I was more than just hurt, I was broken. And now, she will pay. She will not only pay for the money she stole from me; she will pay for breaking my heart. Unconsciously, I turned, and my eyes landed on her face. Lines of tiredness traced her features, but they didn’t diminish one bit of her beauty. Her strawberry blonde hair fell like a soft wave, framing her face as she slept peacefully. How could she sleep at this moment? She should be anxious and terrified about the things I would do to her at home. She should be devising ways to escape. What happened to the fierce, foxy Lori? What changed in the four years? My train of thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the rather noisy landing of the plane, Lori jolted awake, and instantly caught my gaze. “We’re home, pet,” I said rather coldly, “Don’t even think of escaping, I have my eyes on you.” She only nodded, and followed behind, guarded by Teni and Bully. As soon as we hopped off the plane, we were greeted by my men dressed in black, bowing to me as I walked towards the car. Barely settling in my quarters, Willis came in, glaring at me like I had defied him. “What now?” I growled, “Is this how you greet me after four years?” “This is how I greet you after four years,” he retorted, “I have bad news,” I raised my eyebrow, waiting for Willis to drop it. “Gwen,” He said, “She’s dead.” “Her cover was blown, and she was killed before we could get her out.” “She was a good spy,” I sighed grimly, “One of the best,” “What do we do? We need a replacement ASAP,” “How fast?” I asked. “Tonight,” Willis replied, “We don’t have any leads on the investigation about the secret massacre at the Border. The Mayor is counting on us.” “There’s a party tonight, and all the immigration officers will be present. If we are going to extract any information, we have to move tonight.” Deep in thoughts, I glanced at my wrist watch. The day was already half-gone. “Is there anyone we can put on the job tonight?” “I was thinking Julian, she’s the next best thing to Gwen.” “No,” I interjected, “I know just the best person…” As Willis met my gaze, he knew exactly who I was talking about. “No,” he exclaimed, “Your lost and found backstabbing ex-girlfriend?” “I can’t let that happen. We cannot be betrayed by the same person twice.” “Willis, I have made up my mind. Lori will do it.” “She won’t come back alive.” Willis declared grimly. “Then so be it.” In a whim, I was out the door. “Lori!” I called, banging at the door next to mine. When she didn’t answer after the second knock, I turned the door knob and barged in, only to find the room empty. “Where’s she?!” I bellowed at the guards by the door and the look of fear in their eyes had me worried that Lori had outsmarted us again. But just then, she came out of the bathroom, covered up in a bathrobe. “I was just taking a shower.” I breathed in relief. “Hurry up and meet me outside.”One Year LaterThe sun broke through the clouds in Oviedo like a soft blessing, gilding the café terraces and cobbled sidewalks in gold. Outside the newest branch of Maison Ivoire, soft jazz played over the speakers, and pastel streamers fluttered gently from the courtyard pergola. It was a warm afternoon, and everything—everything—felt full of light.Inside, Ivory stood near the corner display, adjusting a mannequin’s collar though it had been fixed ten times already. Her second-trimester belly peeked slightly through the folds of her soft silk dress, her hair loose around her shoulders, cheeks flushed from greeting too many people with too many hugs.“You’re glowing,” Liv said, placing a glass of ginger lemonade into her hand. “You realize this is your day, right? You’re allowed to sit down and gloat a little.”Ivory laughed, pressing her free hand to her belly. “I’ll sit when I stop shaking.”Liv gave her a look. “You opened your second flagship. You’re married to a man who practic
The clinking of glasses faded into the shadows of candlelight. Wine bottles stood half-empty like relics from a war fought and survived. The evening had shed its nerves, and in its place was something warmer—quiet acceptance.Liv curled into the nook of Willis’s side, her fingers lazily tracing the hem of his shirt. Ivory had tucked her feet beneath her on the chair, half-laughing now at something Arlo had said. There was something easy in the air, like an old familiar song returning on a soft breeze.“Okay,” Liv said, voice mellow, “can we agree this whole thing feels like an episode of a K-drama?”“I’d be offended if it didn’t,” Arlo replied, stretching with a groan. “At least the budget would’ve been solid. All this tension? All this face?”Willis chuckled. “You do realize you’re not the romantic lead anymore, right?”“No, but I’m definitely the favorite,” Arlo quipped.“God, he hasn’t changed a bit,” Willis muttered to Liv.“Actually,” Liv said thoughtfully, “he has. You both have
Chapter 120Behind Willis, was a tiny feminine figure, with her curls tied in a messy bun. Her round eyes took in the overwhelmingly large house. “Are we late?” She whispered, stepping beside him.Arlo and Ivory exchanged glances. Then as if they suddenly remembered they were other guests, they invited them in with a smile— awkward and nervous, however genuine. “Thank you for coming,” Arlo whispered in his ear. “I thought Marvin would miss me.” “He did. But unfortunately, he’s asleep somewhere under that table.”Willis chuckled softly. “I’ll stay until he is awake then.” He replied.One by one the guests were gone until the house was quiet again. Balloons sagged against the chandelier, ribbons curled on the floor like lazy dancers. The only sound now was Claudio Constantini’s strings playing in the corner of the house away from the humming silence in the dining room.Ivory sat barefoot at the head of the table, wine glass between her hands. The warmth of the evening lingered in h
A Month after. Ivory woke to a house that didn’t feel like it was holding its breath.Sunlight streamed through pale linen curtains, warm and welcoming. Somewhere in the distance, birds were arguing with squirrels, and someone—probably the butler—was humming off-key to himself. The air carried no tension, no sense of urgency. Just… ease.She rubbed her eyes, stretched, and padded barefoot down the hall. Her robe hung loose around her as she moved, hair still mussed from sleep. She expected to find Arlo and Marvin at the breakfast table—maybe scrambled eggs and too much juice, maybe a quiet morning with a crossword puzzle half-solved and a warm cup of coffee waiting.What she didn’t expect—Was noise. Laughter. The low hum of conversations and music. Voices she didn’t recognize.She turned the corner—and froze.The dining room, the hallway, the entire open floor plan had been transformed. Balloons floated from every corner, soft gold and ivory tones. Flowers—fresh, wild, sun-drenched—
There was something strange about returning to Oviedo.Ivory felt it the moment they crossed the county line—the way the wind shifted, softer somehow, the way the sky looked flatter, more forgiving. The roads curved like they were remembering her. But nothing else did.The house was still white with olive-green shutters, still hidden behind an overgrown fence and a rusted gate Arlo never bothered to replace. But it was quieter now. No voices barking orders. No men in tailored suits leaning against blacked-out cars. No weapons tucked beneath armrests.Just birds. Just wind. Just… peace.Ivory stood on the porch longer than she meant to, Marvin’s small hand gripped in hers. The boy vibrated with curiosity, tugging toward the door like it held magic.“You used to live here?” he asked.She nodded. “Just before you were born...”Now? It was something else. Not better. Not worse. Just… changed.Inside, the air smelled different too. Less like cigar smoke and steel polish, more like laundry
Willis didn’t mean to go back that soon.He told himself he’d wait until Friday. Give it a few days. Let things settle. But the quiet in his apartment stretched too wide, and the idea of her—the chaos of her, the warmth—was louder than his self-control.So on Wednesday evening, just after dark, he found himself outside her door.He hadn’t even texted.The spare key was exactly where she said it would be, tucked beneath a tiny cactus in a blue ceramic pot. He hesitated only a second before using it.The apartment smelled like incense and lemon, soft and lived-in. Jazz was playing from a speaker in the kitchen—Coltrane, maybe. Something that meandered, low and longing.“Hey,” she called from down the hall, casual, like she’d known he’d show up. “You’re early.”Willis smiled to himself and slipped off his coat. “I’m always early. I just never show it.”Liv walked into his view in nothing but a robe and that lazy, dangerous smirk he was already addicted to. Her eyes dragged over him like