Nicholas’s Point Of ViewThe office smelled of polished mahogany and leather, a sharp contrast to the chaos strewn across my desk. The papers, contracts, reports, and goddamned requisitions, piled high, taunting me with their disorder. I leaned back in the chair that once belonged to Emilio Torres, Elena’s father, and glanced at the framed photo of him on the wall.“These are one hell of a messy company. How did Emilio run this damn collapsing company,” I muttered under my breath.A faint knock interrupted my thoughts. Without looking up, I barked, “Come in.”The door creaked open, and a hesitant voice floated in. “S-Sir, Mrs. De Luca has taken her seat with the marketing team.”Finally, I glanced up. Mary, Emilio's secretary now mine, stood at the doorway, wringing her hands like a nervous schoolgirl caught out of line. Her eyes darted around, carefully avoiding direct contact with mine.I dropped the pen I was holding and steepled my fingers. “Did you get the assistant I requested f
Elena's Point Of ViewThe sunlight streamed through the windshield, but even the golden warmth couldn’t settle the uneasiness in my nerve. I tightened my grip on the steering wheel, forcing my focus on the road. The past month had been a whirlwind, leading the marketing team at Torres Industries had been a challenge I was proud to have tackled. My team respected me, my ideas were being implemented, and Nicholas had given me the space to prove myself. Things were finally going well.The car’s Bluetooth buzzed, interrupting my thoughts. I glanced at the dashboard. It was Xena, my assistant. Always efficient, always precise.“Hey, Xena. What’s up?” I answered, my tone light but professional.“Good morning, ma’am. The Chief of Tech dropped by earlier. He wanted to discuss the technical aspects of the new ad project. I told him you weren’t in yet, but he asked to speak with you as soon as possible. Should I put him on your schedule for today, or would you like to see him before the team me
Elena’s Point of ViewThe sterile smell of the lobby mixed with the faint scent of coffee wafting from the receptionist’s desk made my stomach churn. I sat motionless on the cold, uncomfortable chair, my hands trembling despite Xena’s reassuring grip on my shoulder. Police officers swarmed the area, their radios crackling with fragmented conversations.My breath hitched every time I glanced at the revolving door, half-expecting those bastards to storm in and finish me off. There were people here, innocent people and yet they chose to strike, I had been the target. The thought gnawed at me."Ma’am, you need to drink this," one of the officers said, handing me a glass of water. His voice was gentle, but his presence felt imposing.I nodded and took the glass, my fingers tightening around it to stop the shaking. Xena leaned closer, rubbing soothing circles on my back. “It’s going to be okay, ma’am,” she whispered.But was it? They would strike again, I just knew they would.“Mrs De Luca,
Elena's Point of ViewI woke up to the soft warmth of my duvet, my mind hazy as flashes of last night’s events filtered through my consciousness. I was still dressed, my black pants slightly wrinkled, and my royal blue shirt unbuttoned at the cuffs. It hit me, I had fallen asleep like this. A faint memory stirred of Nicholas tucking me in, his concerned face etched into my mind. For a moment, I let the comfort of his presence last night soothe me, but the broken pieces of my phone lying on the nightstand brought me back to reality.I sighed, running my fingers through my disheveled hair. “Elena,” I whispered to my reflection in the mirror as I brushed my teeth, “you are strong. Yesterday doesn’t define you. You have a job to do, a life to live, and no one, absolutely no one gets to take that from you.” My voice wavered slightly, betraying the cracks beneath my resolve, but I pushed through, just like always.As I stepped into the shower, the cold water hit me like a wake-up call. I re
Elena's Point of ViewDinner felt like a silent battleground, the clinking of silverware and the soft murmur of conversation doing little to drown out the storm raging in my mind. My thoughts were singular, obsessive. "How do I get access into Nicholas’s computer?" According to the anonymous caller, those financial history were the key to unraveling the truth about my parents' deaths and preventing whatever nightmare was looming on the horizon. I twirled my fork through the pasta, barely tasting it, my mind too consumed with possibilities and plans to focus on the food before me.“Elena?” Nicholas’s voice broke through my haze, sharp enough to make me flinch. His piercing gaze locked onto mine, concern flickering in his usually stoic expression. “You seem miles away. What’s wrong?”Forcing a smile, I shook my head, dismissing his concern. “Nothing. Just tired from work,” I lied, my voice light, but I knew my quirky smile didn’t fully mask the shadows in my eyes.Nicholas didn’t look
Elena’s Point of ViewBreakfast these days was always a battlefield of silent questions and unspoken motives these days. Sitting across from Nicholas, I watched his knife slice through the steak on his plate with surgical precision. My mind was a swirling mess of ideas on how to ask him about his password without raising suspicion. The stakes couldn’t go any higher. Three days... that was all the time I had left to piece together the puzzle before everything unraveled.“You’ve been acting weird for some time now,” Nicholas’s deep voice cut through my thoughts, startling me. His sharp eyes bore into mine, brimming with concern. “Are you sure you’re okay?”Damn. I had to think fast. Forcing a small, sheepish smile, I reached for my glass of water. “I’m fine. Probably just… you know, that time of the month.”A flicker of discomfort crossed his face, and he quickly nodded, returning his attention to his plate. "Nice deflection, Elena," I thought, but not good enough to keep him from notic
Elena's Point of ViewThe ride back home was a simmering volcano of anger. I stared out the window, the cityscape blurring into streaks of gray and blue. The storm inside me raged, a tempest of betrayal, lies, and gut-wrenching heartbreak. My mind replayed the conversation with the lawyer over and over again. Each word was a slap in the face, a cruel reminder of how deep Nicholas’s deception ran.~~Flashback~~"Xena, my office now" I said calmly into the phone trying to mask my anger, hanging up I rubbed my hand over my temple.Once Xena walked into my office I couldn't help but smile a little"Ma'am you sent for me" "Get my father’s Attorney here now." She didn’t ask questions as my tone left no room for argument. Barely an hour later, the attorney walked in, his unease palpable.“Mrs. De Luca,” he greeted with a forced smile. “You sent for me? What's the matter?”I didn’t even bother with pleasantries. My hand tightened around the edge of the desk, and my voice cut through the room
Nicholas's Point Of View The moment Elena’s door slammed shut upstairs, I felt a wave of anxiety wash over me. My hands were clammy as I paced the living room like a trapped animal, cursing under my breath. "Damn it, how did she find out? I needed to act fast." Pulling out my phone, I dialed Alejandro's number, he picked up on the first ring.“She knows!” I barked into the receiver, my voice laced with panic.“Knows what?” Alejandro’s tone was calm but tinged with confusion.“The debt settlement with her father. She knows everything.”A long pause followed before Alejandro asked, “How did she find out?”“Hell if I know!” I growled, running a hand through my hair. “But she’s threatening to leave me, Alejandro. Divorce. She’s dead serious. I can't possibly lose her not now”“Then tell her the truth,” he suggested, his voice infuriatingly steady.“What?” I snapped, incredulous. “Are you out of your damn mind? You think this is the time to get emotionally sentimental?”“No,” Alejandro c
Nicholas's Point Of ViewThe morning sun filtered through the heavy drapes of my study, but its warmth did little to thaw the icy rage simmering in my chest. I had spent most of the night after Elena had slept off strategizing, trying to tie up loose ends before sending Elena away. I hated the idea of her leaving my side, but the constant threats from the Castillos over her head were becoming too frequent, too reckless. Keeping her here was no longer an option, it wasn’t safe.I leaned back in my chair, running a hand through my hair. A half-empty coffee mug sat on the desk beside a stack of reports I hadn’t even glanced at. My focus was on Elena and the promise I had made to her the night before.She deserved better than this chaos, better than me. But I'd be damned if I was going to let anyone harm her.Looking at the time it was barely 7am, It was time. I had woken Elena up earlier to pack her things, and Alejandro and the men were already stationed outside, waiting to escort us.
Nicholas's Point Of View The weight of my decisions pressed against my chest like a vice. Elena's retreating figure haunted my mind as I paced the sitting room, each step echoing in the silence. I needed her away from here... for her safety, for her sanity, and for mine. But Elena wasn’t one to back down, especially not when she believed in standing her ground.My hand instinctively reached for the wine bar. I grabbed a bottle of Martini, poured a generous amount into a glass, and downed it in one go. The liquid burned as it slid down my throat, igniting something within me.. A resolve, perhaps, or desperation. I poured another glass and stared into the amber liquid, willing it to give me the clarity I so desperately needed."I can't let her stay," I muttered to myself, the words barely audible in the empty room. My reflection in the window stared back at me, as hollow and uncertain as I felt.Elena didn’t deserve to see the side of me that was about to resurface, the side that thriv
Elena’s Point Of View The chilled morning air bit at my skin as I wandered down the empty path leading from Nicholas’s estate. Each step felt heavier than the last, my thoughts spinning in endless circles. The world I had willingly stepped into, for love or madness, was far darker than I had imagined.The image of Alejandro rushing down the hallway replayed in my mind, paired with the fragmented pieces of the conversation I had overheard. "The Castillos are back. Elena is the key." Those words had rooted themselves deep in my chest, suffocating every breath I tried to take.I needed air, space to think and clear my mind But even as I walked, my unease grew. The quiet was too absolute, too unnatural.The sound of footsteps behind me made me pause. My heart stuttered, and I spun around, but the path was empty."Get it together, Elena, stop hallucinating for pits sake!" I muttered under my breath, forcing myself to keep walking.A few more steps, and then it happened so fast, a hand cla
Nicholas’s Point Of ViewThe room smelled of blood and sweat, a sickening combination that clung to my skin as I leaned against the cold metal table. The man before me, tied to a chair, was a trembling mess. His face was swollen, his lip split, and his breathing shallow. Yet, he refused to talk.I gripped the edge of the table, my knuckles turning white as I fought to keep my temper in check. “You’ve got one last chance,” I growled, my voice low and deadly. “Who were you working for, what have you been feeding them about me and what do they plan to do ?”The mole spat blood onto the floor, his defiance almost admirable if it weren’t so fucking infuriating. “You’re already finished,” he rasped, a twisted smile tugging at his lips. “The Castillos know everything there is to know about you. Your empire? It’s crumbling, and there’s nothing you can do to stop it.”I slammed my fist into the table, the sound reverberating through the room. “Wrong answer,” I hissed. Grabbing the knife from t
Elena’s Point Of ViewI woke up to the rhythmic rise and fall of Nicholas’s chest beneath my cheek, his arms wrapped protectively around me like a cocoon. For a fleeting moment, the world felt distant, a faint echo beyond the safety of his embrace. He looked peaceful in his sleep, a stark contrast to the man who commanded an empire with sharp words and colder actions.I traced the faint scar on his jaw with my finger, wondering about the stories he’d never told me. How many battles had he fought, both physical and emotional to get to this moment? A smile crept onto my lips as I imagined waking up like this every day. Maybe, just maybe, this could work.Not wanting to wake him, I slipped out of bed, the cool floor beneath my feet grounding me. I decided to surprise him with breakfast, something normal amidst our not-so-normal lives. As I tiptoed down the grand staircase, the scents of coffee and sizzling bacon wafted through the air.The kitchen staff was already at it, bustling like a
Nicholas Point Of ViewThe sound of waves crashing against the shore was almost hypnotic. For the first time in what felt like years, there was no noise from the outside world, no phones ringing, no gunshots, no shouted orders or whispered threats. Just the ocean, the breeze, and her.I glanced at Elena, who walked beside me, her bare feet sinking into the soft sand with every step. She looked out at the horizon, where the sun was beginning its slow descent, casting the sky in hues of gold and crimson. She was quiet, her usual fire dimmed by the weight of everything we’d been through lately.She deserved this. A break. A moment of peace.Hell, we both deserved it.“You’re quiet,” I said, breaking the silence.She glanced at me, her lips curving into a faint smile. “Just trying to take it all in. It’s… beautiful here.”I nodded, shoving my hands into my pockets. “It is. I figured we could use a change of scenery.”Her smile widened, but there was something hesitant in her gaze. “And wh
Elena's Point Of ViewI didn’t know how I had ended up here again, wrapped in Nicholas’s arms for what felt like the millionth time in the past two weeks. His fingers combed through my hair with slow, deliberate strokes, as if the rhythm alone could calm the chaos in my mind. It almost worked. Almost.The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast shadows across the room, highlighting the strong lines of his jaw. I tilted my head slightly to look at him, his face unreadable but serene. My thoughts churned, too loud to ignore, and before I could stop myself, the question escaped my lips.“How did you end up with the Mafia?”The moment the words hung in the air, I felt his body tense beneath me. For a heartbeat, I regretted asking, but I needed to know. I needed to understand.Nicholas’s hand paused in my hair, then resumed its gentle motion. He sighed heavily, his chest rising and falling beneath my cheek. “It’s not a story I like telling,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.“Pleas
Elena's Point Of ViewI woke up to the dull throb of a headache pounding behind my temples, and the bright light streaming through the curtains didn’t help. I groaned, pulling the duvet over my head to block out the assaulting rays of sunlight. But then it hit me, the pillow under my head wasn’t soft. It was warm and… breathing.My eyes shot open, and I froze. I was sprawled across Nicholas’s chest. His bare, hard chest.“Shit,” I whispered under my breath, the memories of last night slamming into me like a freight train. The wine. The laughter. The kiss. My cheeks burned as I pieced it all together.Carefully, I shifted to sit up, clutching the duvet tightly around me. The realization that I was naked under it sent another wave of embarrassment crashing over me. How the hell had this happened?Just as I was about to slip out quietly, an arm snaked around my waist, pulling me back.“And where do you think you’re going?” Nicholas’s deep, husky morning voice stopped me dead in my tracks
Elena's Point Of ViewThe day started with a surprise, a rare one from Nicholas. “You have a spa appointment,” he said over breakfast, his tone casual yet firm, as if it wasn’t up for discussion.I raised an eyebrow, setting down my fork. “A spa appointment? Since when do you care about that?”He smirked, leaning back in his chair. “Since now. Just go, Elena. Trust me for once.”The word trust lingered between us like an unwelcome guest. Trust wasn’t something Nicholas and I shared. Still, I had no fight left in me today, so I went.I sat in the spa, letting the therapists work their magic. The soft hum of music, the soothing scents of lavender and eucalyptus, and the gentle hands kneading the tension out of my shoulders should have relaxed me, but my mind was elsewhere. Nicholas De Luca didn’t do nice. He didn’t do thoughtful."What was his angle?"I mulled over it as the spa attendants wrapped my face in a cooling mask. Maybe he felt guilty for his constant coldness. Or maybe this w