(Third person POV)Ava's mother engulfed her daughter in another hug, she hugged her daughter tightly, thanking God for giving her a considerate daughter.“Thank you, thank you for saving his life, I thought he was dead. I thought I was a window. Thank you for saving me from that pain. Please take care of him till he is back on his feet okay. What about Serena?” Ava's smile instantly faltered, knowing what Serena's death had caused was enough reason to be moody, the most scary part was how Ava would explain in detail what happened without her mother freaking out.“Serena…..” Ava was having difficulty in putting words together to explain what happened, they were talking in hushed tones so that no one would hear them.“She didn't survive? She was the one who got shot. It would have been a miracle if she survived,” Ava's mother said shrugging, she thought she had lost her family forever but in this case, half bread is better than none.“Mom, it's not that…” Ava was trying hard to tell he
(Third person POV)The Next Day Ava was in the back seat of the car anxiously waiting for Olivia to come outside, they had agreed to both go see her father and Violet.“Why is she wasting so much time?” Ava muttered nervously looking around if she would see her friend coming out of the school.Their car was parked at the roadside near the school axis, she was given a driver to take her wherever she wanted and Damien had warned her to be home before it's 5 pm, Ava was getting anxious and worried because she didn't want to disobey her husband and lose the chance of seeing her loved ones, she couldn't also go anywhere without Olivia but what's life without an Olivia.She threw her gaze forward and she saw Olivia hurrying towards their car, she released a breath she didn't know she was holding, her heartbeat that was palpitating calmed, and Olivia knocked at the window of the back seat.Ava quickly opened it, “Girl, What took you so long? You made me panic,” Ava frowned.“I'm so sorry, h
(Third person POV)Olivia was late for work. It has kind of become her thing now since she was now working two daunting jobs. Life has not been easy, with her mother constantly on her neck, sometimes Olivia was tempted to ask the universe her purpose of living.Olivia had to wake up early in the morning and walk to school which was miles away from her house the days she didn't have enough cash, paying bills here and there didn't let her spend money carelessly.She was cautious of her spending and would even starve to make sure she reduced her bills that were incurring interest every day.She rushed into the school compound and was walking hastily to her office, working in a private school demanded punctuality. Olivia prayed to her God that she wouldn't get sacked one day.She got to her door and brought down her bag from her shoulder, searching for the key inside her bag when she heard a female voice call her name.“Miss Olivia,” she motioned her head in the direction the sound came fr
(Third person POV)Olivia had just Tristan's class before it's break and she was rushing to his class, despite what his mother did to Olivia she just moved on like nothing happened and continued her job.She was walking hastily to Tristan's class. She didn't like going into their class later than the supposed time because the students were always looking for a medium to insult their teachers.Olivia entered Tristan's class, “Sorry, for coming late, I spent too much time in my last class, so bring out your books, where did we stop?” Olivia said, flipping through the pages.She heard a knock on the door and turned to see a teacher standing there, the same teacher who wouldn't let her be, “Mr Wilson, is….” Olivia was still talking when the teacher lifted a pen and Olivia squinted checking her things.“I think you dropped this on the floor while running,” Wilson said with a smirk and Olivia walked up to him.“Thank you, I didn't realize it fell,” Olivia took the pen from the teacher.“You'
(Third person POV)Olivia had returned from school and was busy doing her normal hostess job at night, the bar was busy and everyone was doing their business.The bar was bubbling with customers, cool music was playing in the background, and the workers were busy serving customers.One of Olivia's co-workers came up to her, “Olivia, please can you help me serve this drink to that man on that table?” She pointed in the direction of the customer, “I have too many orders and I want to use the toilet, please,” she stressed the last word.“Okay, give me,” Olivia said, taking the drink, she had cleared her orders, most of her orders.Olivia went to serve a customer and that was the last person she wanted to see.“Long time no see,” the customer said with a mischievous smirk. Olivia was shocked to see him. He was the guy she had her last escort service with, MR NOBODY. It was memorable but she didn't want to see him again.She pretended not to hear the man and placed the drink for him on the
(Third person POV)Olivia walked past her Mom and went to open her door to get in, Olivia's mother didn't say a word to Olivia, not that she felt remorse for treating Olivia that way, but because she knew whenever Olivia talked like this she was broken.Olivia had never had so much money but Olivia's mother knew that if she came to Olivia she'd give her all she had.Olivia's mother seeing there was no need to tug Olivia to give her money, she left.`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`Olivia was done teaching the first period for the day and she was going back to her office when she saw teachers gathered in Mr Wilson's office, Normally she would overlook but being Wilson's friend, she was curious.She peeked through the door and saw him packing his things, “What? Did he get sacked?” Olivia herself, instinctively trying to get past the people before her and asked him what was going on.“Excuse me, excuse me, everyone,” Olivia said trying to get past the crowd.“Mr Wilson…Why are yo
Vincenzo POV (Please this chapter is filled with intense torture, if you don't like torture I suggest that you skip this chapter, for the sake of your mental health)I am going to the underground basement, my top soldiers following behind me, Paulo, The head of the caporegimes, appointed after the death of Riccardo, Gregor also stepped up as the second in command, my uncle was now the Consigliere after Thomas's escape, slicer and sniper were also with me.Today, is a good day to celebrate in the underworld, as my father's death will be avenged, the douchebag who killed my father went to China to hide, he should have known that he couldn't run for too long but he decided to test my patience and my ability to find him, if he brought himself to me, I would have made his death easier, but he decided to hide, who hides from an eagle for long? He has eyes everywhere, he sees your every move, why test him to know what he can do? Eight of the men in the Mafia council of New York were already
Vincenzo's POV A week later……In my study, I was checking the statistics of my companies when my phone chimed.I nonchalantly picked it up and I saw it was a text from an unknown number. My interest was piqued as I wondered why an unknown number would be texting me. The person certainly knows me but wants his or her identity to be a secret.I tapped the message, and immediately I saw Melinda's face and my brows punched.The message carried a video, I played it and to my greatest surprise Melinda was getting screwed by another man, my eyes sprung out in shock.I was alerted, “What the fuck? Who the hell made this video?” I muttered.I stood up and played the video again and I realized it was really Melinda, she had a milkshake tattoo right under her breast and it was there.The thought of someone else fucking Melinda got me crazy, how the hell did this happen? I watched the video over and over trying to see if there was anything that would seem odd but everything screamed Melinda, it w
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