LISA'S POV The next morning, I rushed downstairs, already running late for work. My mother greeted me with a warm smile and a steaming cup of coffee. "Good morning, sweetie! Eat something before you go."I grabbed a piece of toast and took a quick bite, but my mother wasn't satisfied. "Lisa, slow down! You need to eat something proper."She shoved a piece of bacon into my mouth, and I munched on it as I headed out the door. "Thanks, Mum! Love you!"As I walked to the driveway, I noticed my car parked outside, packed and ready to go. I pulled out my phone and called my mother. "Mum, who brought my car?""Someone brought it fixed," she replied. "Liam asked him to bring it."I smiled, feeling a warmth in my chest. "Thanks, Mum. You're the best."My mother teased me, "Oh, I think someone else might be the best. You're smiling awfully big this morning."I laughed and hung up the phone, feeling a sense of excitement and gratitude.As I drove to work, I couldn't help but think about Liam an
LISA'S POV Finally, the moment of truth arrived. Emily's voice came over the intercom, her tone professional and calm. "Lisa, Leo has arrived."I took a deep breath, smoothing my dress and making my way to the reception area. Leo stood tall and confident, his eyes scanning the room with interest. Emily smiled and greeted him, leading him to my office."Lisa, this is Leo," Emily said, her voice formal.I smiled, extending my hand. "Leo, welcome. Thank you for coming."Leo's handshake was firm, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled. "The pleasure is mine, Lisa. Your office is impressive.”As Leo walked into my office, I couldn't help but notice the commanding presence he exuded. He stood tall, his 6'2" frame towering over the room, his broad shoulders squared and confident. His icy blue eyes scanned the space, taking in every detail with an air of quiet intensity. His jet black hair was perfectly styled, not a single strand out of place, framing his chiseled features with prec
LISA'S POV I felt like I'd been punched in the gut. Marriage? Why on earth would Leo want to marry me? I thought we were just discussing a business arrangement, not a lifelong commitment.My eyes darted to Marcus, hoping he could provide some insight, but he looked just as surprised as I was. His eyebrows were raised, and he was leaning back in his chair, his eyes fixed on Leo with a mixture of confusion and curiosity."Leo, what's going on?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. "I don't understand why you're asking me to marry you."Leo's expression didn't change. He just kept staring at me with that intense gaze, his eyes burning with an inner fire."I want to own you, Lisa," he repeated, his voice low and husky. "I want to possess you completely. And I want the world to know it."I felt a shiver run down my spine as I realized the depth of his desire. But why? What could he possibly gain from marrying me?"Leo, I don't know what to say," I stammered, trying to process my thoug
LISA'S POV I refocused on my work, my mind made up. I would do whatever it took to bring down Andre, even if it meant marrying Leo. The marriage didn't have to be serious, I thought. It was just a means to an end. After a few hours of work, I called Liam into my office. He arrived promptly, looking curious. "What's up?" he asked. "I've changed my mind," I said. "You're still coming for dinner tonight." Liam raised an eyebrow. "I thought you were going to break the news to your father?" I shook my head. "Not tonight. I won't be telling him about the marriage yet. At least, not tonight." Liam shrugged. "Fine. I'll come to dinner." I nodded, relieved. "Good. I need your support, Liam." Liam nodded and left my office, leaving me to my thoughts. I knew I had a long night ahead of me, but I was ready. I would do whatever it took to bring down Andre, even if it meant marrying Leo. The day flew by in a whirlwind of meetings and paperwork, but just as I was about to leave,
LISA'S POV As we entered the house, the tension between Louisa and me remained strong. We walked into the living room, where our parents were sitting on the couch, oblivious to the storm brewing between us.Louisa couldn't keep quiet for long. "So, Lisa, I hear you're still going ahead with the merger," she said, her voice dripping with venom.I felt my temper rise, but I tried to keep my cool. "Yes, Louisa, I am. And I don't see why you're so opposed to it."Louisa snorted. "You know exactly why I'm opposed to it. You're just too selfish to care."That was it. I'd had enough of her insults. "How dare you!" I shouted, my voice echoing through the room.Our parents turned to us, shocked by the outburst. "Girls, what's going on here?" our mom asked, standing up.But Louisa and I were beyond reason. We stood there, our faces red with anger, our voices raised in a heated argument."You're just trying to ruin everything!" I shouted."No, I'm trying to protect this family's interests!" Lou
LISA'S POV I stood up, my body shaking with sobs, and my mother rushed to my side. "Lisa, darling, don't cry," she said, trying to wrap her arms around me. But I pushed her away, my anger and hurt boiling over."You always defend her, no matter what she does!" I cried, my voice echoing off the walls. "You always take her side, even when she's wrong!"My mother tried to calm me down, but I was beyond consolation. I sank to the ground, my chest heaving with sobs, and my mother knelt beside me."Lisa, sweetie, that's not true," she said, her voice soft and gentle. "I love you both equally, and I want what's best for both of you."But I was too far gone to listen. "You don't know what it's like to be constantly belittled and criticized," I said, my voice bitter. "You don't know what it's like to be treated like I'm nothing."Louisa stood in the doorway, her arms crossed and a smirk on her face. "Oh, poor Lisa," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Always playing the victim."I gla
LISA'S POV As we sat down at the dining table, the tension was palpable. But Mom's cooking was a balm to our frazzled nerves. The aroma of roasted chicken and steaming vegetables filled the air, and for a moment, we forgot about the argument.Dad, still looking a bit shaken, smiled weakly at me as I helped him settle into his seat. Liam, ever the gentleman, waited for me to sit before taking his own seat.The silence was almost deafening as we passed dishes around the table. But it was a comfortable silence, like we all needed a break from the drama.As we ate, I snuck glances at Liam, who was savoring each bite with a look of genuine pleasure. I smiled, feeling a warmth in my chest. He was always so present, so mindful.After we finished eating, Liam pushed his chair back and stood up. "Thanks for dinner, Mrs. ... um, Lisa's mom," he said with a smile.Mom laughed and patted his hand. "Just call me mum, dear. And you're welcome. Come back soon."As Liam headed for the door, I walked
LISA'S POV As I sat in my room, my head in my hands, I couldn't help but think about my father's words. I knew he didn't like Leo, but he was willing to put aside their rivalry for my sake. That realization filled me with a mix of emotions - guilt, gratitude, and uncertainty.I thought about my investigation, and how I had been so determined to uncover the truth. But now, I wasn't so sure. Maybe I had been too harsh, too quick to judge.I sighed, feeling a sense of exhaustion wash over me. I had been so focused on finding something wrong with Leo's company, but what if I had been wrong all along?As I sat there, lost in thought, my phone rang, breaking the silence. I hesitated for a moment before answering."Hello?" I said, trying to sound cheerful."Hey, Lisa!" It was Liam's voice on the other end. "How's it going?"I smiled, feeling a sense of relief. "It's going," I said. "I've just been thinking a lot about everything.""Yeah, I can imagine," Liam said. "So, what's the verdict? A
Lisa’s POVThe week that followed was awash in vibrant colors and newfound intimacy. Leo and I devoted ourselves to our "check-in" times, weaving honesty into the fabric of our relationship, and confronting the shadows that had once loomed so large. Each exchanged vulnerability felt like stripping away layers of burdens, revealing the truest forms of ourselves raw, imperfect, and resilient.One evening, as we curled up on the couch with cups of steaming tea, I glanced at the sketchbook filled with our painted memories. “It’s incredible to see how far we’ve come in such a short time, don’t you think?” I said, flipping through the pages, each illustration sparking its own joy and reflection.“It really is,” Leo replied, his gaze softening as he scanned the artwork. “Each piece is like a little milestone on our journey a testament to our growth.”Inspired, I picked up a brush, swirling it in the palette. “Do you think we could create something to symbolize this moment? A piece that embod
Lisa’s POVThe weekend air was heavy with the sweet scent of blooming roses and fresh-cut grass. Armed with our watercolor supplies, Leo and I had transformed our garden into a creative sanctuary, a canvas where we would share pieces of our souls. Each stroke of the brush felt like swiping away the remnants of yesterday's pain, replacing it with vibrant hopes for tomorrow.As I dipped the brush into the cerulean blue, I felt a surge of excitement but also a whisper of doubt, lurking just beneath the surface. “Leo,” I started, squeezing the paintbrush just tightly enough to capture his attention. “How do you feel about our project? I mean, really feel.”He paused, brushing a strand of hair away from his forehead, his icy blue eyes meeting mine. “I love it. It feels... liberating, doesn’t it? Like we’re reclaiming parts of ourselves that we lost along the way.”I nodded, but lingering uncertainty clouded my thoughts. “Then why do I feel like there's still a barrier between us? Like I’m
Lisa’s POVThe golden hues of sunset wrapped around us as we sat on that quiet bench, the world around us fading into a serene backdrop against the weight of our conversation. Leo's words hung in the air like a promise a commitment to face the shadows of our past together.“Are you all right?” Leo asked gently, his thumb brushing over my knuckles, grounding me with his touch.“I think I will be,” I replied, taking a deep breath. “It’s just daunting to think about everything we’ve been through. Sometimes it feels easier to just focus on the future.”He nodded, understanding the conflict in my heart. “We’ve grown so much, and it feels easy to believe that moving on means ignoring where we’ve come from. But confronting hurts, the fear that what will let us truly move forward.”“Then let’s do it,” I said, my voice steadying. “Let’s find a way to confront our pasts without letting them consume us.”He smiled, that beautiful, encouraging smile I had come to rely on. “I’m with you every ste
Lisa’s POVThe days flew by in a blur of planning, laughter, and tentative steps forward. With every passing moment, Leo and I found ourselves growing closer, our connection deepening as we tackled our individual goals side by side.Summer was in full bloom; the air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers and the sounds of birds chirping outside our window. One particularly warm afternoon, I sat at our dining table, typing up my latest blog post about our aspirations and dreams, reflecting on the journey we had embraced together. The sun streamed in, bathing me in warmth, and I felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude.Just as I was about to wrap up my writing, Leo burst into the room, a twinkle in his eyes and a canvas tucked under his arm. “You’ll never guess what I just finished!”I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “What is it?”He laid the canvas on the table, revealing a stunning painting of the very view I had often admired our backyard, with its vibrant wildflowers and
Lisa’s POVThe soft chirping of birds woke me the next morning, signaling the arrival of a new day. I stretched lazily in bed, the warmth from under the covers wrapping around me like a comforting embrace. The light filtering in through the window hinted at a promising day ahead, filled with opportunity and potential.Rolling over, I smiled at the sight of Leo, still lost in dreamland. His tousled hair and the faintest hint of stubble gave him an effortlessly handsome look. I felt a wave of affection wash over me. There was a calmness in our lives now, and the burden of the past no longer felt quite so heavy.After a few moments of admiring him, I quietly slipped from the bed, careful not to wake him. I padded to the kitchen, replaying our dinner last night in my mind. Planning our future together had felt exhilarating, but there remained an undercurrent of nerves. Would we truly be able to navigate the struggles that lay ahead?As I brewed a fresh pot of coffee, my phone chimed with
Lisa’s POV.The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a golden hue across the room. I stirred awake, blinking against the brightness. The warmth beside me reminded me of the night before of laughter, promises, and the bold declaration that we would face whatever lay ahead together.Leo was still asleep, his chest rising and falling rhythmically. A peaceful expression adorned his face, a stark contrast to the chaos of our lives outside these four walls. I smiled softly, tucking a stray hair behind his ear. The silent moments like this felt sacred, and I cherished the tranquility we had carved out in this storm.As I slipped from the bed, I tiptoed to the kitchen, the sound of my bare feet padding against the cool wooden floor a gentle reminder of the mundane world waiting for us. I brewed coffee, the rich aroma filling the space, a promise of energy and clarity for the day to come.Sipping my coffee, I gazed out the window, watching the world awaken. The trees swayed gen
Lisa's POVAs I sat in the dim light of the new apartment Leo provided after our tumultuous return, I felt an odd mixture of relief and anxiety. The walls, though painted in a calming shade of lavender, seemed to loom over me like the ghosts of our past. Memories of betrayal, heartbreak, and vengeance floated like shadows, offering little comfort.Leo’s soft footsteps echoed through the space, breaking me from my reverie. He entered, his icy blue eyes searching mine for something understanding, perhaps. He closed the door softly behind him, shutting out the remnants of our chaotic lives for a moment. “I thought we could finally breathe,” he said, his voice laced with uncertainty as he ran a hand through his jet-black hair. “Just us. No more drama.” I managed a small smile, though it trembled. “Yes, just us.” But I knew the shadows wouldn’t fade that easily. Not after everything we’d been through.“We’ll need to talk about…everything.” His tone shifted, a hint of seriousness threadin
Kate's POV.As the soft yet commanding music faded into the background, all eyes shifted toward the glimmering stage where Andre stood, a charismatic smile gracing his lips. I felt my heart hammer against my ribs as I braced myself for the unexpected announcement one that would undoubtedly affect my carefully executed plans.“Ladies and gentlemen,” Andre began, his voice smooth and confident, the kind that could lull a crowd into a trance if you weren’t careful. “Tonight, I’m thrilled to announce a new partnership that will change the game for our community and the businesses within it.” He dramatically paused, his gaze sweeping across the audience as if relishing their anticipation. And that’s when I noticed her the woman who had caused the tremors in my world, standing by his side with an equally inviting smile. The mother of Leo’s child, the ghost of our past, stepping into the light with a predatory grace. She wore a dress that cascaded around her like liquid silver, effortlessly
Kate's POV The days that followed our strategic meeting blurred into a whirlwind of activity and anticipation. Every morning felt like a countdown to a confrontation I was both eager for and dreading. Each day, I fine-tuned my plans, meticulously preparing for the impending challenge that loomed like an inexorable storm on the horizon. Leo and I spent hours in my office, poring over documents and strategies, our collaboration gradually morphing into a formidable partnership. With every whispered idea and assertion, I found reassurance in his presence, a grounding balance to my fervid passion. Then came the day I had circled on my calendar an exclusive charity gala hosted by Andre and his family. It was an annual event that amassed the elite of society and offered the perfect backdrop for my vengeance. A means to catapult us back into the political arena of their world while shrouded in the guise of civility. The night arrived like a nightingale signaling spring after a long winter