Vincenzo's POV Violet tugged the hem of my shirt slightly to get my attention and I tilted to look at her. “What is it?” I asked, creasing my brow as I noticed the faint discomfort on her face, the last time I checked she was clapping at the performance of one of the guest artists. “I want to use the restroom,” She says, leaning close to my ear. I used my hands to give the guard behind me a sign to lean forward, he understood the sign and leaned close. “Take her to the convenience,” I say to him with a fixed voice, he nodded and escorted Violet and they followed a close exit. Once Violet and the guards were out of sight I took my gaze back to the lady speaking on stage “So we just have a few things on our list….” She says scanning through the small long card she is holding, she looks back up, “And we will come to a close for today's meeting,” she says looking with a beam. The words she says catches my attention for a moment but after a few minutes they started sounding like dis
Vincenzo's POV “Why do you ask that?” I stop in my tracks, going back to her; I take a seat beside her. “Because I want to be sure you're doing things because you want it, not because you want to please me,” she said, I see tears run down her cheeks. I instinctively used my thumb to wipe them off, “Hey don't say that, I'm pleasing you, yes, but I want this, why wait longer? Why wait for another year? I want to make you mine. I hope you're happy with that. You said you wanted a future with me in it, have you changed your mind now?” I hold up her chin so I can see her face. “No, I still want a future with you, I just get scared sometimes you know,” she gives me a weak smile. I open my arms and embrace her, she still sobs silently, her shoulders shaking beneath my hold. “You don't have to worry about anything, I got you, nothing will happen to you, okay, I'll always protect you,” I assure her, stroking her hair that's balanced under my chin softly. Whenever I assure her that I'll
Violet's POVTwo hands dropped on my table, I raised my eyes from my computer to see who it was.A particular red-haired Daisy, my closest friend in my workplace.“The CEO wants to see you in his office now,” she said, the seriousness in her tone was unmistakable, my brow creased in confusion, as I try to think what I may have done, due to the rumors I heard when I got a job here if the boss calls for you when you don't work directly under him you're fucked.I'm a new employee, I started working here two months ago, I'm a secretary to his chief finance officer, that's why I'm a bit worried.“Now!” She forced the words through gritted teeth and I flinched back in shock, squinting. I snapped out of my daze.“Okay,” I mutter, stepping out of my desk and on my heels to Mr Rogers's office.I knock once and I hear a loud ‘Come in’, I place my hand on my chest to steady my breathing so I don't look like a freak when I enter his office.I enter the office and close the door behind me, Fear doe
Violet's POV Before getting fired from Rogers company, I already had plans to celebrate my boyfriend's birthday after work, but because of the turnout of events, I'm now jobless.The words Roger said to me were still surreal, but it only confirmed the gossip that the staff had been passing around in the office, how he used his workers and dumped them the way children dump their old toys for better or new toys.I've never had sex in my life, and I want to give it to my future husband on our wedding night not some pervert Boss because I want to retain my Job, it's like selling my dignity for coins that's impossible and against my upbringing, my mother won't be happy about that if she hears it.I had spent all last night preparing this cake for my man. His best color is blue, so I used white frosting for coating the cake and blue for the icing with a little touch of red to add spice to the theme.My bag over my shoulder, the cake in my right hand supported by my left hand, if this cake f
Violet's POV I'm staring at the used condom inside the toilet bowl and this only confirms my suspicions.I want to pick it and throw it in James' face to show him my instincts don't lie, but I can't bring myself to pick it.Tears sting my eyes but I let them fall freely, I cry not because James cheated but because of the sacrifices I make for him daily because I make sure to help him in every way I can, sometimes I even steal money from my Dad, he never knows cause he has enough but I do it for James, I do it for love, my first salary at my workplace I give it to him to support him because I felt he loved me back but this is just proof it's one-sided, this is just proof that I'm being used and I have been wasting my time on a man who has been feeding me deep lies.I want to believe this is a dream but it's not and it hurts so much, I just feel like I've been scammed.*Flashback*“Ma, please be here to pick up James' laundry, he won't be coming home early today, he said I should help h
Violet's POV I opened my eyes and after looking around my surroundings, I could tell that I was in the hospital. I tried to move but the IV reminded me that I'm supposed to stay put.I look around the room, from the IV stand to the television and the table underneath it that has a few bags on top.I look at my sides, I tilt my head to the side and I feel a throbbing headache and I instinctively place my free hand on it, as if trying to calm it.The door swivels open and my mum enters.“Oh Good lord, how are you, my dear?” She asks, standing beside me and caressing my hand.“I'm fine,” I say, groaning as I try to sit up carefully again, but my mom urges me not to stress myself.“Don't worry my Dear, just stay that way, the doctor said you didn't sustain any fatal injuries, so we can go home later if she runs a check on you again and see that you can take treatment at home,” I smile at her and she smiles too.“Thank you, Mom, but how do you know I was hit?” I ask.“You're friend, Daisy,
Vincenzo's POVI stood on my balcony, my left forearm casually resting on the rail as I puffed my cigar, my phone in my pocket rang jolting me from my thoughts.I placed my hand inside my pocket and brought out my phone. Upon seeing the caller my eyebrows furrowed, because this caller only called when something was wrong.I slid to the accept icon as I took the call, “Hello, Detective James,” I greeted.“Good day, Mr. Vincenzo, you have a big problem, it's about your Dad. I can't say it on the phone but come to Livingston Hospital and meet me,” Detective James spoke briefly, his voice tinged with urgency, which could only mean that my father was in trouble.I had only my pants on, so I went into the room to wear something better, I didn't bother since it concerned my father. I was a little worried because he had health issues.I didn't want to lose him yet as he was the person in my nuclear family that is alive, I have my cousin, Virgilio, and both uncles, Uncle Erico and Uncle Gilbert
Vincenzo's POV “Wait a minute,” I say, trying to process what may have transpired, “You mean, you didn't find any other body at the scene?” I ask Detective James, my voice laced with unbelief as I squint.“Just what I said earlier,” Detective James said, ambling close to me to have a look at the body, “if you ask me, I think this was planned because everyone involved ran off, their main aim as to kill your father, maybe someone put a bounty on your Dad or maybe they had a different plan altogether, after their Job was done they zoomed off, I tried to look into the CCTV at the area where the accident took place, but at the time of this accident, they were off, this could only mean that this accident was sponsored by an influential person, but the question is who is it?” Detective James narrated.I saw sense in his explanation, with each emphasis, I could only wonder who wanted my father dead so bad, I was not one to cry, but my heart was currently constricting in my chest, I let out a
Vincenzo's POV “Why do you ask that?” I stop in my tracks, going back to her; I take a seat beside her. “Because I want to be sure you're doing things because you want it, not because you want to please me,” she said, I see tears run down her cheeks. I instinctively used my thumb to wipe them off, “Hey don't say that, I'm pleasing you, yes, but I want this, why wait longer? Why wait for another year? I want to make you mine. I hope you're happy with that. You said you wanted a future with me in it, have you changed your mind now?” I hold up her chin so I can see her face. “No, I still want a future with you, I just get scared sometimes you know,” she gives me a weak smile. I open my arms and embrace her, she still sobs silently, her shoulders shaking beneath my hold. “You don't have to worry about anything, I got you, nothing will happen to you, okay, I'll always protect you,” I assure her, stroking her hair that's balanced under my chin softly. Whenever I assure her that I'll
Vincenzo's POV Violet tugged the hem of my shirt slightly to get my attention and I tilted to look at her. “What is it?” I asked, creasing my brow as I noticed the faint discomfort on her face, the last time I checked she was clapping at the performance of one of the guest artists. “I want to use the restroom,” She says, leaning close to my ear. I used my hands to give the guard behind me a sign to lean forward, he understood the sign and leaned close. “Take her to the convenience,” I say to him with a fixed voice, he nodded and escorted Violet and they followed a close exit. Once Violet and the guards were out of sight I took my gaze back to the lady speaking on stage “So we just have a few things on our list….” She says scanning through the small long card she is holding, she looks back up, “And we will come to a close for today's meeting,” she says looking with a beam. The words she says catches my attention for a moment but after a few minutes they started sounding like dis
Chapter 129Violet's POV My left fingers intertwined in Vincenzo's hands as we drove to the event place, Vincenzo had kissed the back of my hand one million times.He does it absentmindedly because his eyes are on the road, my eyes are fixed on him but his eyes are focused somewhere else, looking out the window like he is thinking of something, I wonder what he might be thinking of, I guess it has to do with me because he subconsciously kisses my hand like I'm going to run away.After watching him for a while I decided to break the eerie silence.“Vincenzo,” I called him and he shook slightly, I think I guessed right, he quivered like he was pulled back from a train of intense thoughts. If I'm not mistaken I see an obvious sign of worry in his expression, maybe something else but that's what I think.“Yes….” He muttered in a low and almost inaudible voice, looking into my eyes with his baby gray eyes, for a moment I locked my gaze on him, and I reached to touch his chin, my blue eyes
Violet's POV “Hello, my Dear,” the perky lady rises from her seat, immediately she sets her eyes on me, and opens her arms to hug me.I'm quite taken aback by her strange humor but I manage to hide my discomfort as she engulfs me in a warm hug.“Oh my goodness, YOU. ARE. SO. BEAUTIFUL.” she says with a hint of admiration after disengaging from the hug, her eyes checking me out from head to toe as she holds my upper arm with both hands.Her aura is friendly and welcoming but I can't bring myself to just trust or like her because she's friendly. I guess I've developed trust issues for strangers after the incident with the detective.The lady is like two inches taller than me, she has doll-like green eyes, her round smooth face with faint freckles looks like she goes to the spa every weekend, she is a red-hair blonde, her hair is well trimmed on the edges and they drop equally above her shoulders, she has tan skin, moderate double D’s like me likewise her hips, her short pants gives me a
Violet's POV I stared at my phone screen helplessly as I lay on my bed. I couldn't help the feeling of being ignored by Vincenzo, I don't even know if that's the right word to use. Why isn't he taking my calls? This is the tenth time in a row in the last 5 minutes that I called him and he hasn't picked up one call. I know he wouldn't ignore me on purpose but I'm just worried when he doesn't take my calls, is it normal? Or am I worrying too much? I can't help the sense of abandonment that simmers into my mind when I don't get to speak to him when I want to, Maybe that's how I'm wired.I exhale deeply, dropping the phone to the side as I lay on my bed, looking above me, watching the high ceiling, every column and corner of it, the magnitude compared to that of my old room at home, its apparent white color, gleaming above me.I picked up my phone from my side again and clutched it tightly to my chest. I let out another breath. I just needed to ease my mind. All I wanted was to talk to V
Violet's POV I help Mrs Maria. and the other maids with the cleaning, that's one of the things I do to assist the maids and they show gratitude for my support to them. I take up the part of cleaning the kitchen floors while the other maids take up cleaning the dishes and the other jobs in the house.While I did my own portion, my thoughts raced back to last night, my moments with Vincenzo and I smiled, I remember how happy Mrs Maria and the maids were very happy when they saw the ring on my finger, Mrs Maria was so ecstatic, she kept hugging and congratulating me and I wished this happiness never ends.This was not the kind of engagement I envisioned for myself, I wanted an engagement party where close friends and family gather to celebrate me and whoever I was engaged to, but the grim truth is that with the situation of things my happiness is the most luxurious thing I won that I should put first before my fantasy.According to Vincenzo last night, all we need is us. From now on I wo
Violet's POV His hands softly grinding my hips roughly against his body, his right hand clutching my neck tightly from behind me, his left hand grabbing one of my butt cheeks, while my both hands were wrapped around his neck digging into his soft, silky, and black hair.He grabbed the back of my neck tighter forcing me to open my eyes which were closed as I let myself get lost in the moment, the sexual tension between us got intense, and I bit my bottom lip stifling the moans that threatened to come out.I opened my eyes to look at him, my whole body was on fire for something only he can give, no matter how I tried to control my emotions I couldn't seize the crazy moans that left me, sending signals to Vincenzo that he was arousing me.“Baby, do you want this?” He breathed on my lips, grazing it teasingly with his full lips.“Of course…” my voice dropped in an octave, “I fucking want this!” I screeched as he slid his finger inside my cunt, stroking it mercilessly.“Ahhh…ssss….hmmm,”
Violet's POV After we came inside, he helped me take off my damp clothes and gave me his robe to wear, while he went into the bathroom to get the tub ready for the both of us.While alone in this room, I curled my toes, my eyes fixed on the ring on my finger, sparkling and teasing me with its beauty.A shy smile crept up my face, I couldn't believe this, the ring looked out of the ordinary, and I could tell it cost a fortune, the red heart-shaped diamond was sitting proudly in the band encircled with white glittery diamonds, I could look at this all day it's so beautiful, what even marveled me more was how perfectly it was fitted in my finger.I took the ring out of my finger to have a better look at it, I heard water bubbling in the bathroom and I could tell Vincenzo was damn busy.As I looked closely at the ring I noticed tiny letters written on it. I couldn't see it clearly because the room light was dim. I went close to the lamp and I turned it on, taking a better look I saw that
Violet's POV He opened the door for me as I stepped down from the car.“Thank you, gentleman,” I said jokingly and he laughed, after waiting for me to adjust my gown he held out a hand for me, I took it and we walked into the place he called a Japanese restaurant.I wore a backless chili red gown that stopped mid-thigh, with long sleeves and a small slit at the edge of the left thigh.With my diamond earrings on, my facial look was evened out, Vincenzo insisted I wear the necklace he got me, and I wore a pair of black Zara stilettos.While he wore a dark blue tuxedo, black shoes that had been polished to perfection, and his Rolex watch, he straightened his curly hair and brushed it to the back.A man standing at the entrance greeted us.“Good evening, Mr Vincenzo, may I take you to your reservation?” he asked, bowing his head, a gesture of respect.“Yes sure,” Vincenzo replied.He unlocked our hands that were intertwined and he snaked his hand at the small of my back, his touch again