The car came to a stop in the parking lot, it’s lights were dim and flickering., Alex quickly got out from the front seat to open the door for Jaxon. As Jaxon stepped out, his men stood firmly behind him, prepared to follow his commands with unwavering focus.
Jaxon’s eyes swept the area with sharp vigilance, fully alert. Suddenly, the headlights of an SUV parked among the other vehicles blazed to life, and armed men emerged from concealed corners, their heavy guns gleaming under the dim light. Despite the sudden show of force, Jaxon remained composed, his gaze fixed on the SUV.
The vehicle’s door swung open, and out stepped a fat, bald-headed man with a confident smirk. He wore a vintage shirt and a thick gold chain that gleamed against his chest.
"Waverly!" the man called out, spreading his arms wide. "Apologies for the dramatic welcome," he said with a casual shrug, gesturing at the armed men stationed strategically around the lot, their weapons trained on Jaxon and his entourage. "You can never be too careful these days, right?"
"Fine." Jaxon forced a smile. "Shall we get straight to business, Mr. Wommie?"
"Why so serious? Your father and I were great business partners—we always had a little chat before diving into work."
"There’s nothing else to discuss besides business, Mr. Wommie. I’m not my father," Jaxon replied firmly. He stepped forward, his gaze keen on him. "You mentioned you had some information for me," Jaxon said.
"Indeed," Mr. Wommie replied with a nod, slipping his hands into his pockets. "Clef Roberts, a trusted associate of mine, has come into possession of some items I believe will interest you."
He gestured to one of his men, who handed him an iPad. Taking it, Mr. Wommie passed it to Jaxon, then resumed his stance.
"Roberts wants to meet at the Noble Pursuits Auction tomorrow by noon," he added.
As Jaxon scrolled through the tablet, images of rare and intricately designed firearms filled the screen. He gave a slight nod before raising his gaze to Wommie and handing the tablet back.
"I’ll be there. Should I prepare for any surprises?" Jaxon asked.
Wommie chuckled dryly. "Why would you even say that? I’d never send you to a client with surprises. Your father—"
"That will be all," Jaxon interrupted, his tone dismissive. "I’ll be there tomorrow. Tell him I don’t tolerate lateness." Without waiting for a reply, Jaxon turned and strode away, leaving Wommie mid-sentence. Alex trailed close behind.
As Jaxon settled into the car, Wommie’s men lowered their weapons and regrouped with their boss. The car pulled out of the parking lot, Jaxon’s convoy following closely.
Once they were on the road, Alex let out a sigh, turning in his seat to face Jaxon in the back. "Are you really going?"
"Why?" Jaxon replied coldly, his eyes fixed on his phone.
"I mean, we can’t just take his word for it. What if he can’t be trusted?"
"He can," Jaxon replied curtly. "He worked with my father. Annoying as he is, his cut of the deal matters more to him than anything else."
Alex nodded, pulling out his iPad and scrolling through it briefly. "I’ve got a meeting with Freebo tomorrow at noon about the cargo shipment. I could cancel—"
"You don’t need to."
"You’d go to the auction alone?" Alex asked, a note of concern creeping into his voice.
Jaxon looked up at him with a faint smirk. "Did I say that? Don’t forget—I have a secretary now."
Alex raised an eyebrow in realization, though worry flickered in his expression. "Are you sure it’s wise to involve her in something like this on her first day? Freebo can wait."
"Freebo is just as important," Jaxon countered. "Don’t cancel. To her, it’s just an auction. My meeting with Clef stays off the record."
Reluctantly, Alex nodded. "Yes, sir."
Jaxon looked up from his phone and turned to Ray, his driver. "Take me to my aunt's," he said, his tone steady yet authoritative. "Let the men go; I don't want to alarm her by arriving with an entourage. And Alex, you're off duty for tonight. I'll see you at the company tomorrow."
"Yes, sir," Ray and Alex said in unison.
Alex stepped out of the car as Ray took a turn toward Jaxon’s aunt’s house. Before long, they arrived at Mageret’s compound. Jaxon got out, releasing a tired sigh. Being at Mageret’s always felt like a refuge for him—a place where the pressures of the company and the shadows of the underworld faded away. Here, he could relax, feel normal, and even have a little fun.
Pushing the door open, Jaxon called out, “Mageret! You home?”
“Where else would I be, hun?” came her cold reply from the living room. “I’m so tired of staying home all day!” she complained, her tone a mix of exasperation and playfulness.
Jaxon chuckled. “Come on, Mageret, you love staying at home. You’ve always said that.”
He walked into the living room and found her sitting in her wheelchair, facing the television. A muffler was wrapped snugly around her neck, and a woolen blanket draped over her legs for warmth.
“That’s only because I don’t have a choice!” she retorted, opening her arms with a warm smile. Jaxon leaned in and embraced her.
“Hello, Auntie,” he greeted.
“I almost thought you’d forgotten me,” she teased lightly.
“Why would you even think that? You’re all I have,” Jaxon replied, sinking wearily into the couch beside her.
“Well, that’s exactly why it has to change,” Mageret said firmly. “I told your father the same thing. He was the only one I had, and when I lost him, I was shattered. The only reason I survived was because I saw so much of him in you—it felt like he never truly left.” Her smile faded as her gaze turned distant, lost in memories.
“I am not losing you anytime soon,” Jaxon said with quiet determination.
Mageret scoffed softly. “You can’t be so sure. I’m not getting any younger, Jaxon. Sixty isn’t exactly a spring chicken. That’s why I keep telling you—you need more people in your life.” She shifted closer, placing a hand over his. “And I don’t mean employees or assistants. I’m talking about a wife and children.”
“Not this again,” Jaxon muttered, rolling his eyes.
“Listen, Mageret,” he said, sighing, “I want that too. But I haven’t found the right one yet.”
“You’re still searching for Teresa?” she asked, her voice tinged with concern. “Jaxon, it’s been nearly twenty years. She could be gone. Why are you still waiting?”
“Because she’s the only woman my heart longs for,” Jaxon said, his voice steady but filled with emotion. “She’s alive, Auntie. I know it. I can feel it.”
“C’mon, Jaxon,” Margaret groaned. “Even if she’s still alive, don’t you think there’s a chance she’s already with someone else? Maybe even married with kids? I’m not saying you should stop looking for her, but can you at least have a plan B? I could help you find someone—someone just as amazing as you think Teresa was or is—whichever it is.”
“I don’t need your help, Auntie,” Jaxon replied firmly. “All I need is for you to take care of yourself.”
“At least promise me you’ll keep an eye out for other women,” Margaret insisted. “In fact, plan B should start with the company. But, oh, all your employees are men! How is that supposed to work?”
Jaxon tilted his head and raised an eyebrow. “Well, about that—I have a receptionist…”
“Who is married.” Margaret butted in.
“And… I have a new secretary.” He paused, watching suspense build on her face.
“It’s a woman?” she asked eagerly.
“Yes,” he admitted. “But that doesn’t—”
“What?” Margaret’s eyes widened in disbelief. “This is a miracle. You hired a woman as your secretary? Tell me everything about her. Who is she? Is she single?”
“She’s no one, Margaret,” Jaxon said flatly. “She showed potential, so she got the job. Don’t read too much into it. I can fire her at any time.”
Margaret frowned. “No, you won’t. I won’t let you.”
“Fine. Whatever you say.” Jaxon glanced at his wristwatch. “It’s late, Auntie. Let’s get you to bed.”
He stood, moved behind her wheelchair, and began to push her.
“I forgot to ask—where’s your caretaker?” Jaxon asked, glancing around.
“Danika. I sent her home when you told me you were coming,” Margaret replied, looking up at him. “You know you tuck me in better anyway.”
“And I’m very proud of that,” Jaxon teased.
Once in her room, he carefully helped her into bed, tucking her in and adjusting the air conditioning to her liking.
“Now you see why I wish you could tuck me in every day? Danika always forgets to fix the air conditioning,” she said with a soft smile.
Jaxon chuckled, reaching for the door. “I’ll be in the next room, okay? Goodnight, Margaret.”
“Goodnight, darling.”
He stepped out, quietly shutting the door behind him. Letting out a tired sigh, he headed to his room. Once inside, he undressed and stepped into the shower without hesitation.
As the warm water poured over him, his mind wandered to his day. One thought stood out: Isla.
“Why does she seem so familiar?” he wondered, furrowing his brows. “Like I’ve seen her somewhere before.” He shook his head, brushing off the thought. “It’s impossible.”
After his shower, he lit a cigarette and settled on the bed, his damp, curly hair sticking to his forehead. Picking up his phone, he logged into his anonymous social media account and searched for “Isla Bennett.”
Her profile popped up first. Clicking on it, his eyebrows raised in surprise.
Her profile was sparse, with almost no information. No posts, no details—just a single selfie as her display photo, and it looked like an old one.
“Mysterious—just like me,” he thought, staring at the picture.
“Why did I feel that way when I saw you? Who are you, Isla?”
Isla stepped out of the taxi and waved cheerfully. “Thank you!” she called out with enthusiasm. As the car sped away, she took a deep breath, her smile broadening as she walked confidently toward the company’s entrance.Dressed in an ash longline blazer layered over a short black dress that ended just above her knees, Isla exuded effortless style. Her sleek bun, paired with kitten heels and a Saint Laurent bag, completed the polished look. The excitement of her first day at work was unmistakable, reflected in both her lively stride and radiant smile.“Good morning!” she greeted the receptionist warmly. The receptionist responded with a courteous, professional smile.Isla strolled toward the elevators, relieved to see them all still operational. A quick glance at her wristwatch told her she was thirty minutes early—no need to rush. While waiting, she opened WhatsApp and started typing a message to Sophie."I’m already at the company! I can’t contain my happiness. This is really happeni
The car came to a smooth stop in front of a grand five-star hotel. The driver quickly stepped out and opened the door on Jaxon’s side, while Isla reached for her own door handle and slid out.She froze for a moment, her eyes widening as she took in the breathtaking sight of the hotel. Its golden accents gleamed under the afternoon sun, and the towering pillars emitted elegance and sophistication.“Let’s go,” Jaxon’s steady voice broke through her thoughts as he strode past her, heading toward the entrance.Snapping out of her daze, Isla hurriedly composed herself and followed him, her heels clicking softly against the polished pavement. As they stepped through the revolving doors, the reception area unfolded like a scene from a dream. A massive crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, casting a dazzling cascade of light that danced across the space. The floors were polished to a mirror-like shine, reflecting the intricate patterns of the grand Persian carpets that lined the lobby.“
Isla sprawled on the couch in Sophie’s apartment after work, her eyes glued to her phone as she scrolled through Jaxon Waverly's biography on the company’s website. She couldn’t shake off the events at the auction or stop wondering who he might’ve bought the neckpiece for. Unfortunately, the biography offered no insights—just a list of his business achievements she already knew by heart.Frustrated but determined, she decided to search for him on social media, hoping to uncover a clue. “What?” she muttered, eyebrows knitting together when she realized he had no personal accounts. Only the company’s official page came up. That struck her as odd.“He’s not on social media?” she murmured to herself. “Wow, he’s even more secretive than I thought.”Just then, the door swung open, and Sophie breezed in, arms full of grocery bags. “Girl!” Sophie called out excitedly from the doorway, her voice bright and full of energy. Isla lifted her head from the couch to greet her.“I was starting to ge
Jaxon kept his eyes fixed on the road, feigning indifference as Isla fidgeted nervously beside him. The silence in the car was thick and awkward, broken only by the faint sound of her fingers tapping against one another.Suddenly, the car jerked to a halt, coming to a stop in the middle of the highway, on a deserted bridge. Isla's breath hitched as the realization sank in—they’d stopped in the middle of nowhere. The unfamiliarity of the road unsettled her even more.Panicked, she glanced into the side mirror and noticed the absence of other cars. They were completely alone, and the isolation sent a wave of fear coursing through her. A flood of paranoid thoughts raced through her mind as Jaxon finally turned to look at her. "Why are we stopping here? What is he going to do to me?" Her heart pounded violently against her chest. She remembered, suddenly, how little she actually knew about him—no social media, no digital footprint. The enigma around him had always been unsettling, but n
The car rolled smoothly into the vast compound, where a vibrant water fountain stood at the center, crowned with a statue of a woman draped in a flowing veil.Isla’s eyebrows arched as her gaze flitted from the lush, colorful garden to the fountain, and then to the grand mansion. Her eyes couldn’t settle on a single detail; the sheer magnificence of it all was overwhelming.It was, without a doubt, the most stunning house she had ever seen.As the car's engine quieted, Jaxon unfastened his seatbelt with one hand. He glanced at Isla and noticed she was completely engrossed, her eyes fixed on the view outside the window.With a sigh, he opened his door. “Are you coming?” he asked, stepping out, his words breaking her trance.“Oh… yes, yes,” she stammered, quickly snapping out of her thoughts. She grabbed her bag tightly, opened the door, and stepped out in a rush.Without a word, Isla trailed behind Jaxon, her eyes still darting around, drinking in every detail. As they approached the f
Isla woke up early to get ready for work, determined not to delay Jaxon by being unprepared.Once she finished, she sat on her bed for a moment, idly scrolling through her phone. It didn’t take long for boredom to set in, prompting her to get up and stretch her legs. She stepped out of the bedroom and into the living room, deciding to feed her curiosity. Her gaze quickly landed on an artistic portrait hanging on the wall. The living room was eerily quiet, as if frozen in time, suggesting that Henry had already left after his shift. Drawn to the painting, she stood before it, captivated by its details.The portrait was a black-and-white painting of a serene landscape. And for a moment, Isla was lost in the painting when suddenly, Jaxon’s deep, firm voice cut through the silence from behind her.“You’re ready.”“Haaa!” Isla yelped, spinning around, her hands flying to her chest as she tried to steady her racing heart. Her wide eyes locked onto Jaxon, and for a second, she froze.“Mr. J
Jaxon sat behind his desk, his laptop open before him, glasses perched on his nose. The screen displayed his email inbox, and he was busy scanning through the unread messages.Among the new emails, one caught his attention—it was from Clef Roberto’s personal assistant. The message detailed the goods Jaxon had paid for and where he was supposed to retrieve them. As he read through the information, there was a knock on the door, and Alex stepped in. Jaxon didn’t look up, his focus remaining on the laptop.“Mr. Waverly, I’ve handed Isla the iPad with your schedules,” Alex reported. Jaxon finally raised his head, glancing through the transparent office walls to see Isla inspecting the iPad in her hands.“Great. That’ll make things smoother. Roberto’s reached out,” Jaxon said, shifting his attention to Alex.“The goods are ready?” Alex asked, taking a seat across from him.“They’ll arrive Thursday,” Jaxon confirmed, his tone brisk. “Same parking lot where we met Wommie.”Alex nodded, watc
Jaxon glanced at his wristwatch for what felt like the hundredth time, and this time, his patience snapped. It was already past 7 p.m. He started pacing in front of her desk, his eyes darting to the restroom door every time he passed it.Finally, the door creaked open, and Isla emerged, softly sniffing. Her head was bowed, and she didn’t notice him standing there until she nearly reached her desk.Her breath hitched as her gaze lifted, meeting his. “Mr. Jaxon…” she murmured, quickly smoothing the sadness from her expression.Without a word, Jaxon stepped closer, and Isla found herself frozen in place, as though his presence commanded her feet to stay rooted.He stopped mere inches away, his intense stare forcing her to lower her eyes. Her heart raced in her chest.“Is this your new strategy for staying late at work?” he asked, his tone sharp.Isla’s brows knitted together as she shook her head. “No, of course not,” she said. She glanced up at him briefly before looking away. “I didn’t
As Isla lay silently in the cage, exhaustion and thirst weighing her down, the sudden sound of keys jingling against metal snapped her out of her haze. The cell gate creaked open.Her heart pounded violently in her chest, dreading what was coming next. Before she could react, rough hands clamped around her ankles and yanked her forward.“Aghhh!” she cried out as her skin scraped against the cold, hard floor, sharp stinging cuts forming along her arms and legs.“Shut the fuck up, woman!” Bianchi snapped, irritation lacing his voice. A trail of smoke curled from the cigarette hanging at the corner of his lips. “Tie her to the chair,” he ordered.His men wasted no time. They grabbed her, forcing her onto a chair as she thrashed against their grip. A thick, coarse rope was wound tightly around her, pinning her arms to her sides. Blood trickled from the fresh cuts on her skin, staining her already filthy blue shirt.“Let me go!” she screamed, but Bianchi only chuckled, shaking his head.“N
Mrs. Bennett sat in Jaxon’s living room, her gaze sweeping across the grand interior while he settled into the couch opposite her.The room was silent, save for their presence, as his men waited outside for further instructions.“Mrs. Bennett, I appreciate you coming here with me. I have so many questions, and I’d really appreciate it if you could answer them,” Jaxon said, his tone steady.She exhaled, a weary sigh escaping her lips. “I’m already here, aren’t I? Not like I had much of a choice,” she murmured, leaning back against the couch.“I know you need rest, so I’ll keep this brief.” He met her gaze, and she gave a small nod before he continued, “How did Teresa Blackwood become Isla Bennett?”A soft sigh left her lips. “I changed our names and identities after your father killed my husband. Don Westerly wasn’t a man of mercy—he was ruthless, powerful. My husband made the mistake of getting entangled with him, and it cost him his life. I knew that settling the score wouldn’t be en
Austin waited in his usual secluded spot, anxious for the meetup. At last, he had the money, one final payment before cutting ties with the loan sharks for good.Right on cue, a car screeched around the corner, nearly clipping him. Austin quickly stepped back, cursing under his breath.The vehicle jerked to a stop, engine cutting off. As the driver slid out, Austin exhaled sharply. “You really need to stop pulling that stunt,” he muttered, irritation lacing his voice.The man grinned, flashing a set of crooked teeth. “Austin! You’ve got my money. Finally.”Without a word, Austin reached into the inner pocket of his suit and pulled out a thick brown envelope. He extended it with a firm expression. “This is the last time we do business.”The man took the envelope, nodding as he peeled it open. He sifted through the cash, eyes narrowing. “I trust you wouldn’t be stupid enough to short me.”Austin shrugged. “Count it if you want.”The man scoffed, gave a brief nod, then tossed the envelop
Alex stepped aside and reached for his phone to call Jaxon, but just as he was about to dial, he spotted Jaxon’s car pulling into Mrs. Bennett’s compound.Lowering his phone, he strode toward the vehicle, barely waiting for Jaxon to cut the engine before speaking."I was just about to call you," Alex said as Jaxon unfastened his seatbelt and swung the door open.Alex continued, "No sign of her at the hospital yet. We just got here, so we’re not sure if she’s here either. We knocked, but no one has—""Someone just answered," Jaxon cut in, his eyes fixed on the house. He barely acknowledged Alex as he advanced toward the entrance. His men stood still, awaiting orders, while Alex trailed behind him.The door swung open, revealing Ivy. The moment she stepped outside, her gaze locked onto Jaxon, her expression hardening. ‘Of course, it’s him,’ she thought in disgust, shutting the door behind her."Don’t you think this is a bit dramatic?" Ivy scoffed, folding her arms. "We get it—you run a
"Jeremy wants a divorce." Ivy's voice was steady, but the weight of her words filled the room. She sank into the chair beside her mother’s bed, exhaustion lining her face. They had just returned from the hospital—Mrs. Bennett needed to rest before her next chemo cycle."What?!" Mrs. Bennett’s voice came out weak, yet the shock was evident in her expression.Ivy simply shrugged. "It’s Isla. Again," she muttered, and the confusion on her mother’s face deepened."What do you mean? What does Isla have to do with this?"Ivy scoffed. "If they hadn’t seen each other the day before, divorce wouldn’t even be on Jeremy’s mind. He claims they’re still in love, and apparently, she feels the same."Mrs. Bennett shook her head in disbelief. "That’s impossible. It doesn’t add up. Isla has a boyfriend—things are serious between them. I don’t believe she would say something like that to Jeremy. He must have misunderstood."A bitter laugh escaped Ivy’s lips. "Of course. I knew you’d defend her. You alw
“Isla!” Jaxon burst into his mansion, breathless. “Isla!” he called again, his voice echoing through the eerily silent house.Charlie’s words replayed in his mind as he rushed toward the stairs."Teresa has been here all along! Her mother changed their identities and appearance, terrified your father would come after the rest of the family. She fled Rome and has been hiding in a small house in Naples."“Isla!” he shouted once more, but the silence remained unbroken.Then he froze.Down the hallway, his study door was ajar.“Fuck!” he cursed, sprinting toward it.The moment he stepped inside, her scent lingered in the air. His stomach tightened as he rushed to his desk—only to find his journal missing. The rest of his belongings had been disturbed.“Fuck! She knows!” His pulse pounded as he bolted out of the study, slamming the door shut behind him. Without hesitation, he headed straight for her bedroom.The door was slightly ajar, and a cold dread settled in his chest. His worst fears
Isla strode straight to the desk, her gaze sweeping the room in search of any clue—anything to prove she wasn’t just being paranoid.Reaching the desk, her eyes flicked over its surface. A few files lay scattered on top. She skimmed through them, but they were nothing more than work-related documents and contracts.Crouching slightly, she turned her attention to the drawers attached to the desk. Just as she was about to place her phone down and pull one open, her screen lit up with an incoming call.She frowned, glancing at the name. It was Austin. Her jaw tightened. ‘Bad timing.’ Without a second thought, she silenced the call and set the phone on the desk.Returning to the drawers, she tugged at one—locked. She tried another. Also locked.‘Locked drawers inside a locked room? That’s beyond suspicious.’ She tested each one, but none had been carelessly left open. ‘Great. Now I have to find the keys. And they better not be hidden too well.’Shifting her focus, she moved to the bookshe
Jeremy sped off in his car, heading to work. His eyes flickered to his phone screen once more, hoping for a message from Isla, but nothing.‘Did she know he was in the mafia before?’ The thought gnawed at him. He shook his head, refocusing on the road. He remembered clearly how much Isla despised the mafia when they were together. She never held back her disgust, always speaking about them with pure contempt.He had often wondered why, but she never gave him an answer. Sure, everyone knew the mafia was powerful, ruthless, and knee-deep in illegal business, but Isla’s hatred ran deeper. It was personal. And he knew that.‘There’s no way she knew and still got with him. He must’ve hidden it from her. But... why hasn’t she responded after reading the message?’ His jaw clenched as he tilted his head in thought.As he approached the turn under a bridge, he made the sharp curve, and caught sight of a car sticking unnervingly close behind him. His brows furrowed. Checking the rearview mirror
Isla woke up with a deep yawn, stretching her arm toward the empty space beside her. She expected to feel Jaxon lying next to her, but he was nowhere to be found.Her brows furrowed as she blinked her eyes open, glancing at his side of the bed. Letting out a quiet sigh, she sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes with the back of her hand."Jaxon?" she mumbled drowsily, stifling another yawn.Sliding out from beneath the sheets, she swung her legs over the edge of the bed and reached for her phone. Unlocking it, she found everything exactly as she had left it the night before.Slipping on her flip-flops, she padded toward the door and stepped into the hallway."Jaxon?" she called again, her voice echoing slightly as she made her way toward the stairs.The night before, after her conversation with Austin, she had made up her mind—she was going to tell Jaxon about it. Something about Austin wanting to meet up before explaining himself felt off to her. It almost seemed like he had nothin