KIM“Giovanni Ferraro?”He smiled at me when he heard me call his name. His dark brown eyes shone. “Ciao, Tesoro! I see you remember me, huh?” A deep baritone voice with a thick Italian accent replied with a smirk.“Of course, I remember you, Giovanni”, I replied, smiling from ear to ear.“You guys know each other?” Phoebe asked me. Her eyes probed for an answer and something else.“Yes, erm, Giovanni and I met six years ago when I visited Italy. Do you remember that time during college when I went to Italy? I met Giovanni there, and he kind of saved my life”“Oh my, he's that guy you told me about?” Phoebe gasped as she covered her mouth, fanning surprise. I didn't tell her anything more than a guy saving me while I was drowning in the hotel pool.“Oh, now I'm curious about what she told you about me,” Giovanni said, smiling while raising one of his eyebrows at me.“Don't mind her, Giovanni, she's just been dramatic”, I said, and we all laughed. Please have your seat, ladies. Gi
NATHAN I stare blankly at the file that was delivered to my desk some minutes ago, and everything in here doesn't make sense.I feel like there's a huge gap of information that was missing here.What could they have missed?Everything here is just mundane kinds of stuff about Eleanor Duke and Jake Smith. The only intriguing Part is that Jake Smith is the director of account and finance at my company and the fact that they both usually screw each other now and then“How come I have never heard of the name Jake Smith as the director of account and finance?” I asked Jeff, who was standing at the other side of the table.“You know him, sir; you just don't care about the names of your workers. As far as they do their jobs well” Jeff replied sarcastically “Well… I know your name, right?” “Yes sir, and that's because I do my job well” he replied No lie about that. He does his job well.“Sir, you have a meeting to attend in five minutes,” Jeff reminded me.“This guy—Jake. Is he going to b
Nathan “Whoa! Hold your horse there man” Will cautioned “Who is trying to hurt your wife?” He asked “They are not doing anything to her. It's just that it seems they have done something to her in the past” “In the past? Why don't you ask Kim?” Will asked, confused. “You know I can't ask her, and besides, she will not tell me anything. She's trying to keep it from me” “Of course, she won't tell you. I mean, you guys don't talk to each other at All in the house” “And what do you mean?” I asked, gazing at him angrily “why don't you just divorce her?” “I will not divorce her! She wanted to marry me. So why is she asking for a divorce now?” I replied, shooting daggers at him with my eyes “But you were the one—” “I won't divorce her,” I said, cutting off his words “Fine, if you won't divorce her, learn to treat her right” “Well, I'm trying my best. She lives in the most expensive penthouse in New York City, if not the whole of the USA. I also gave her two
KIMIt has been a few days since my meeting with Giovanni Ferraro, and I still couldn't put him out of my mind completely. “I lost you once, I can't lose you again Kim”Those were his words. What they mean, I do not know.Why did he say that? How did he lose me? It's not what I'm thinking, right?I sighed for the umpteenth time as I desperately tried to focus on the documents in front of me.I have a client coming in a few seconds from now, and I still haven't made any preparations.I heard a soft knock, and Lydia walked in.“Ma'am, the client has arrived,” my assistant informed me.“Okay, please escort her to the meeting room,” I replied to her.I don't know why this client wants to meet with me. I heard she had turned down all the designs that our designers had sent to her. She specifically asks to see me.I cleared my table and grabbed my tablet. I tried to put Giovanni out of my mind and focus on this new client. I have another meeting with him and his architect tomorrow anyway
KIM “One hundred and fifty million dollars?” I asked as I sat across from Mateo Vargas—the private investigator at the cafe. “Yes” he replied politely He was a 5.5ft guy with curly hair and a cute round Latina face. He had a chubby cheek and a study beard. He looked like a country bun to be called a professional private investigator. “How were you able to track it?” Phoebe was the one who asked. “It's part of my job” he replied with a nervous smile. He obviously doesn't want to disclose how he was able to come across the stashed funds. “The fund was stash away in the name of Bill Jackie. When I tracked the name, I found out that Jake has a connection to the boy.” Mateo explained “A connection? What connection?” phoebe asked, confused. “The boy happens to be his son”, he said, handing Phoebe and me a photo of the four-year-old Bill Jackie. “Oh, he is married?” I asked “Yes”, Mateo replied. “And he stashed away the money in his son's name?” “Yes, but the thing is, the
KIMI slam the door of my car close with a thud, and I drive off aggressively.I drove like a madman until I was far away from the building. I turned towards a deserted alley, and I stopped the car with a sharp brake. I grabbed the steering wheel until my knuckles turned white. I blinked multiple times in an attempt to stop the new fresh tears from falling, but it wouldn't yield. I hit the steering wheel repeatedly with so much force that I could feel pain radiating from my knuckle up the way to my shoulder. “why?”.“Why won't you divorce me if you had someone else!?”“Why won't you let me go if you have someone who can make you smile!” “Why won't you fucking let me go, you Godforsaken bastard!”I screamed and cried my throat raw. Pain, regret, and sorrow stab my heart multiple times.I wailed as I hit my chest continuously as if that would make the pain go away. “I picked up my phone trying to call Phoebe, but before I could Dial her number, Giovanni's call came in.I stared at
KIM “Are you sure you don't want me to follow you upstairs?” Phoebe asked as she pulled her Mercedes Maybach to a stop in front of the famous, most expensive building in Billionaire's Row that housed our penthouse. “I'm fine, you don't have to worry” I replied, giving her a weak smile. “I don't have to worry? Have you seen yourself in the mirror, Kim? You look pale. Of course, I'm worried you might drop dead in the elevator” she responded jokingly. “I'm fine, one heartbreak cannot kill me Phoebe, I can make it up on my own” I reassured her. “I'm worried about that lady. Do you think she knew you're Nathan's wife? Is it just a coincidence?” Phoebe asked. “There is nothing like a coincidence in the universe. Everything happened for a cause. She must have known who I am. How else would you explain her tenacity about meeting me in person and having me design her house. Not to mention all that she told me about a lady who kept them apart for 2 years. She's obviously directing those
KIM“I want a divorce!” I hear myself say.“What?” Nathan replied with a shocked expressionI took deep, steady breaths to calm my ranging nerves, but man, I was far away from being calm. My palms were sweating, and I could feel my heart hammering against my chest.I muster all my courage to look him in the eyes, his blue eyes boring into mine with a shocking expression“I want a divorce!” I repeat, enunciating each word“Really, a divorce? That is what this is all about?” He asked, gritting his teeth in anger Turning away from him, I run my hands through my hair in frustration as all the incidents that happened earlier today flood my memories, making my eyes blurry with tears. “Do you love me, Nathan?” I asked my voice low, barely a whisper but loud enough for him to hear me.I blinked back the tears and turned to face him again, staring intently at him as a series of different emotions flashed across his face as if he was looking for an answer to my question in his heart“Do you l
NATHANI woke up with a bitching migraine tugging at my temple. I winced in pain as I struggled to sit up on the unfamiliar bed in the unfamiliar room.I looked around me frantically, trying to find out where I was and where I had slept the previous night My eyes moved towards the porcelain white silhouette that curled up at my side, and I saw a familiar figure sleeping peacefully beside me.Her auburn hair is spread on the soft pillow, creating a mess, and her gentle sleeping face looks peaceful.I stepped out of the bed, still holding and massaging my throbbing head. I noticed I was shirtless but my trousers were still intact. I walked around the room, trying to look for my shirt.I can't believe I spent the night out. This is the first time since I got married that I will be spending a night outside.No matter how late I closed from work or how late I went out drinking with Will, I will always have my bodyguards drop me home. Unless I was on a business trip, other than that, I
NATHAN I watched as Kim walked away from me. She has become more tenacious these days. And her request for a divorce is becoming more adamant. I can't help but notice she looked miserable tonight like she's been crying for a long time.What could have happened today?And how the hell did she know Sassy?My cellphone vibrated, and a message popped up from Sassy, displaying the location she had sent. She is unexpectedly close by, just a 15-minute drive away from our penthouse. All these questions can wait; right now, I need to see Sassy. She had called earlier telling me she had a terrible fever, so she needed me to drive her to the hospital; she didn't sound good over the phone.I headed to the private underground parking lot and drove off at full speed.When I arrived at Sassy’s apartment, I stood rooted at the door, dumbfounded by the view that met me at the door.Sassy was wearing transparent pyjamas, showing off her porcelain white skin and beautiful long legs. Her erect pink ni
KIM“I want a divorce!” I hear myself say.“What?” Nathan replied with a shocked expressionI took deep, steady breaths to calm my ranging nerves, but man, I was far away from being calm. My palms were sweating, and I could feel my heart hammering against my chest.I muster all my courage to look him in the eyes, his blue eyes boring into mine with a shocking expression“I want a divorce!” I repeat, enunciating each word“Really, a divorce? That is what this is all about?” He asked, gritting his teeth in anger Turning away from him, I run my hands through my hair in frustration as all the incidents that happened earlier today flood my memories, making my eyes blurry with tears. “Do you love me, Nathan?” I asked my voice low, barely a whisper but loud enough for him to hear me.I blinked back the tears and turned to face him again, staring intently at him as a series of different emotions flashed across his face as if he was looking for an answer to my question in his heart“Do you l
KIM “Are you sure you don't want me to follow you upstairs?” Phoebe asked as she pulled her Mercedes Maybach to a stop in front of the famous, most expensive building in Billionaire's Row that housed our penthouse. “I'm fine, you don't have to worry” I replied, giving her a weak smile. “I don't have to worry? Have you seen yourself in the mirror, Kim? You look pale. Of course, I'm worried you might drop dead in the elevator” she responded jokingly. “I'm fine, one heartbreak cannot kill me Phoebe, I can make it up on my own” I reassured her. “I'm worried about that lady. Do you think she knew you're Nathan's wife? Is it just a coincidence?” Phoebe asked. “There is nothing like a coincidence in the universe. Everything happened for a cause. She must have known who I am. How else would you explain her tenacity about meeting me in person and having me design her house. Not to mention all that she told me about a lady who kept them apart for 2 years. She's obviously directing those
KIMI slam the door of my car close with a thud, and I drive off aggressively.I drove like a madman until I was far away from the building. I turned towards a deserted alley, and I stopped the car with a sharp brake. I grabbed the steering wheel until my knuckles turned white. I blinked multiple times in an attempt to stop the new fresh tears from falling, but it wouldn't yield. I hit the steering wheel repeatedly with so much force that I could feel pain radiating from my knuckle up the way to my shoulder. “why?”.“Why won't you divorce me if you had someone else!?”“Why won't you let me go if you have someone who can make you smile!” “Why won't you fucking let me go, you Godforsaken bastard!”I screamed and cried my throat raw. Pain, regret, and sorrow stab my heart multiple times.I wailed as I hit my chest continuously as if that would make the pain go away. “I picked up my phone trying to call Phoebe, but before I could Dial her number, Giovanni's call came in.I stared at
KIM “One hundred and fifty million dollars?” I asked as I sat across from Mateo Vargas—the private investigator at the cafe. “Yes” he replied politely He was a 5.5ft guy with curly hair and a cute round Latina face. He had a chubby cheek and a study beard. He looked like a country bun to be called a professional private investigator. “How were you able to track it?” Phoebe was the one who asked. “It's part of my job” he replied with a nervous smile. He obviously doesn't want to disclose how he was able to come across the stashed funds. “The fund was stash away in the name of Bill Jackie. When I tracked the name, I found out that Jake has a connection to the boy.” Mateo explained “A connection? What connection?” phoebe asked, confused. “The boy happens to be his son”, he said, handing Phoebe and me a photo of the four-year-old Bill Jackie. “Oh, he is married?” I asked “Yes”, Mateo replied. “And he stashed away the money in his son's name?” “Yes, but the thing is, the
KIMIt has been a few days since my meeting with Giovanni Ferraro, and I still couldn't put him out of my mind completely. “I lost you once, I can't lose you again Kim”Those were his words. What they mean, I do not know.Why did he say that? How did he lose me? It's not what I'm thinking, right?I sighed for the umpteenth time as I desperately tried to focus on the documents in front of me.I have a client coming in a few seconds from now, and I still haven't made any preparations.I heard a soft knock, and Lydia walked in.“Ma'am, the client has arrived,” my assistant informed me.“Okay, please escort her to the meeting room,” I replied to her.I don't know why this client wants to meet with me. I heard she had turned down all the designs that our designers had sent to her. She specifically asks to see me.I cleared my table and grabbed my tablet. I tried to put Giovanni out of my mind and focus on this new client. I have another meeting with him and his architect tomorrow anyway
Nathan “Whoa! Hold your horse there man” Will cautioned “Who is trying to hurt your wife?” He asked “They are not doing anything to her. It's just that it seems they have done something to her in the past” “In the past? Why don't you ask Kim?” Will asked, confused. “You know I can't ask her, and besides, she will not tell me anything. She's trying to keep it from me” “Of course, she won't tell you. I mean, you guys don't talk to each other at All in the house” “And what do you mean?” I asked, gazing at him angrily “why don't you just divorce her?” “I will not divorce her! She wanted to marry me. So why is she asking for a divorce now?” I replied, shooting daggers at him with my eyes “But you were the one—” “I won't divorce her,” I said, cutting off his words “Fine, if you won't divorce her, learn to treat her right” “Well, I'm trying my best. She lives in the most expensive penthouse in New York City, if not the whole of the USA. I also gave her two
NATHAN I stare blankly at the file that was delivered to my desk some minutes ago, and everything in here doesn't make sense.I feel like there's a huge gap of information that was missing here.What could they have missed?Everything here is just mundane kinds of stuff about Eleanor Duke and Jake Smith. The only intriguing Part is that Jake Smith is the director of account and finance at my company and the fact that they both usually screw each other now and then“How come I have never heard of the name Jake Smith as the director of account and finance?” I asked Jeff, who was standing at the other side of the table.“You know him, sir; you just don't care about the names of your workers. As far as they do their jobs well” Jeff replied sarcastically “Well… I know your name, right?” “Yes sir, and that's because I do my job well” he replied No lie about that. He does his job well.“Sir, you have a meeting to attend in five minutes,” Jeff reminded me.“This guy—Jake. Is he going to b