Not long after, a tall, handsome guy with an easy smile walked toward us. His dark hair was styled perfectly, and he had the kind of effortless confidence that only comes from being comfortable in places like this.
“Ahh, here he is," Alessandro said, standing up with a grin. "This is Luca." He turned to us. "Anne, Eloise, meet my younger son, Luca." Luca gave my mom a warm smile before turning to me, his handshake firm but friendly. “Nice to finally meet you, Eloise. My dad’s been going on and on about this dinner.” I managed a polite smile, still processing everything. There was a warmth in Luca’s eyes, a friendliness that made him instantly likable. Then Luca leaned toward his father, murmuring something. Alessandro nodded, and with a slight frown, he turned to us. "Well, it seems Dino won’t be joining us today. He’s still tied up on a business trip and won’t make it back in time.” “Oh, what a shame," my mom said, sounding genuinely disappointed. "I was hoping we’d meet the whole family tonight." Alessandro shrugged, trying to brush it off. "He’ll be around soon enough. For now, let's enjoy our evening." We all settled into our seats, the soft clinking of silverware and low hum of conversation filling the air. Alessandro and Mom were chatting like they’d known each other forever, exchanging little laughs and glances that made it clear how close they’d become in such a short time. Meanwhile, Luca was sitting across from me, studying the menu, but he shot me a friendly smile when he noticed me looking. “So, Eloise,” he began, setting down the menu, “how do you feel about your mom and my dad getting together?” I hesitated, not wanting to come off as skeptical, though I couldn’t deny the mix of emotions I felt. “Well, I just want her to be happy. She deserves it.” I glanced at her, and she was laughing at something Alessandro had whispered to her. “That she does,” Luca agreed, a soft smile on his face. “My dad’s been through a lot too. It’s good to see him… you know, really smiling again.” I nodded, surprised to feel a little wave of comfort from his words. It wasn’t often I met people who seemed to actually get it. And Luca, despite his polished, billionaire background, had a warmth about him that put me at ease. “Anyway,” he said, turning back to me, “I’d better warn you about Dino before you meet him.” “Warn me?” I raised an eyebrow, feeling a mix of curiosity and caution. Luca chuckled. “He’s… well, let’s just say he’s got a bit of a reputation. He’s all business, no nonsense. Maybe a little… intense?” I forced a laugh, feeling a knot form in my stomach. It sounded all too familiar. Memories I’d tried to leave in the past started resurfacing, and I pushed them back, trying to keep my composure. “But he’s my brother,” Luca continued, oblivious to my inner turmoil. “Once you get past the hard shell, he’s a good guy.” I nodded, swallowing down my unease. “Good to know. I’ll… keep that in mind.” The food arrived shortly after, and as we dug in, the conversation flowed effortlessly. Alessandro shared stories from his travels, and Luca chimed in with tales from their family vacations and business events, making even Mom laugh. For a while, it felt… easy, almost like we were a real family already. But every so often, I’d catch Alessandro or Mom looking at each other with that spark in their eyes. *** The day after dinner, Alessandro invited us again to his house for lunch. I could tell Mom was thrilled. She spent the entire morning picking out an outfit, fussing over every detail, and asking me a dozen times if her hair looked okay. I couldn't help but smile at her excitement, even if I felt a little nervous myself. When we arrived at Alessandro's estate, I was momentarily speechless. The house was enormous, a sprawling mansion surrounded by manicured gardens, with large windows and elegant stonework that made it look like something straight out of a magazine. I hadn’t fully understood just how wealthy Alessandro was until now. We were greeted by a butler who led us through the grand entryway. My eyes roamed over the high ceilings, intricate chandeliers, and the artwork on the walls. It was a world so different from ours, and as much as I wanted to stay composed, it was hard not to feel a little out of place. Alessandro met us in the living room with a warm smile, giving Mom a quick kiss on the cheek before turning to me. “Welcome to my home, Eloise. I hope you’ll feel comfortable here.” “Thank you. It’s… beautiful,” I said, still a little in awe. We settled into the living room, sipping on drinks as Alessandro and Mom chatted. Everything seemed perfect, almost too perfect until I heard footsteps approaching from the hallway. I turned, and there he was. The guy walking toward us was tall, with dark, disheveled hair and a look of mild disinterest. It took me a second to realize who he was, but the realization hit me like a punch to the gut. Dino. My high school bully, the one who made my life miserable, now staring at me with a look of mild surprise, as if he couldn’t believe his eyes either. “Dino,” Alessandro said with a broad smile, gesturing to me and my mom. “This is Anne and her daughter, Eloise. Anne and I have been… getting to know each other quite well.” Dino’s gaze fixed on me, his expression unreadable. For a split second, I thought I saw a flicker of recognition and maybe even regret but it was gone as quickly as it appeared. “Eloise,” he said slowly, as if testing the name. “It's nice to meet you.”I managed a tight smile, trying to ignore the way my pulse was racing. “Yeah… nice.” “Nice to meet you too,” I replied coolly, keeping my tone steady. Not nice to meet you, I thought to myself, brushing aside the fact that we knew each other. Mom smiled, glancing between Dino and his father. “You look so much like your father, Dino.” She was right; there was a striking resemblance. Both shared the same intense dark eyes and a jawline that seemed carved from stone. Alessandro’s features had softened with age, but Dino… he had an edge that made him almost intimidating. Dino’s mouth curved into a small smile, as if used to hearing this comparison. “I get that a lot.” I managed a tight smile of my own, keeping my expression neutral. It was strange, sitting across from someone who had been such a painful part of my past, and watching him play the role of a polished, polite son. It was as if he had wiped out everything he’d done back then. The conversation carried on lightly b
“What? Dino Alessandro? Like Dino Dino?” Jessica’s voice practically shrieked through the phone. I sighed, flopping back onto my bed, staring at the ceiling. “Yes, Jessica. For the millionth time, Dino Dino.” Jessica, my best friend since college, was the kind of person who made life bearable. We’d bonded over late-night study sessions, caffeine-fueled breakdowns, and our mutual love of trashy rom-coms. She was fearless and fiery, the kind of person who’d storm into a professor’s office to argue over a grade without hesitation. If I ever needed a cheerleader, a therapist, or even a partner in crime, Jessica was it. Unlike me, she never let anyone walk all over her. She was bold, loud, and unapologetically herself. Exactly the kind of person I’d always wished I could be. “No freaking way,” she said, her disbelief dripping through every word. “You mean the same Dino Alessandro who wait, hold on, I need to sit down for this. Okay, go on. The same Dino who made your high school a li
The following day, I felt a soft kiss on my forehead. “Wakey, wakey...” “Mom?” I groaned, my eyes still closed. “Look who’s got an interview and is still in bed,” she teased, her voice light but pointed. “What time is it?” I mumbled, half-asleep. “It’s 8:30,” she said casually. My eyes flew open. “What?!” I bolted upright. “The interview is at nine!” “I know,” she replied, amused as she stepped back. “Which is why I’m here to make sure you’re not late. Now, hurry!” The company I was interviewing for, Prestige Global, was one of the biggest players in the PR world. Landing this job could set me on a career path I’d always dreamed of. I scrambled out of bed, my heart racing. After a record breaking shower and a messy attempt at makeup, I threw on my tailored navy blue blazer and matching trousers. My mind was buzzing, a chaotic mix of panic and self-pep talks. Grabbing my bag, I paused as I spotted the keys to my black silk car sitting on the dresser. It was the car
He began the interview, but every answer I gave felt like a battle, each question more probing than the last, I could hear his tone dripping with that infuriating mix of mockery and control he always seemed to wield so effortlessly. “What makes you fit for this job?” he asked, leaning back in his chair with a raised eyebrow, as though daring me to impress him. I took a deep breath, my hands clenched tightly in my lap. “I’m not,” I said abruptly, my voice sharper than I intended. “In fact, I’m no longer interested.” I leaned forward, my eyes locking onto his with a fire I could no longer contain. “What do you want from me, Dino?” His smirk faltered for the briefest moment before it returned, sharper this time. “I’m not sure I understand the question,” he said smoothly, closing the folder in front of him and resting his elbows on the table. “You know exactly what I mean,” I snapped,
“Do you want me to come over and pick you up? You know you can’t drive in this state,” Jess asked, her tone tinged with worry. I shook my head, even though she couldn’t see me. “No, Jess. I just need a moment to think. Everything feels complicated. I’ll calm down, eat something, and drive myself home.” “Okay, Miss Carter,” she replied in a mock-formal tone. I couldn’t help but smile a little. “You don’t even know what happened, Jess.” “Well, then enlighten me,” she said eagerly. “Spill the tea!” I sighed and leaned back against the bench. “There was this guy. Bryan. He sat next to me after I stormed out of Dino’s office.” “Bryan?” she repeated. “And?” “And… he was nice. Too nice, actually. He tried to talk to me, asked if I was okay, and even said I looked p
Dino's POV I sat in my office, staring blankly at the stack of papers in front of me. Guilt and surprise twisted in my chest as I replayed the scene of Eloise storming out. I shouldn't have done the interview. The moment I saw her name on the application, I should have stepped back, let someone else handle it. But no I had to know. I had to see her. I hissed under my breath, dragging a hand through my hair. "Stupid," I muttered, the word tasting bitter on my tongue. My fingers drummed against the desk tap, tap-tap tap, an unconscious rhythm that only stopped when I realized what I was doing. It was a habit I hadn’t thought about in years, one that took me straight back to high school. To her. I exhaled sharply, leaning back in my chair. The memory of Eloise running out of the lunch gathering the other day hit me like a slap. That was my fault too. I’d been cold, distant, maybe even smug. It was automatic, a reflex from the past. But watching her face crumble, even for a momen
Eloise’s POV I woke up to the buzz of my phone vibrating on the nightstand. Groaning, I reached for it, squinting at the bright screen. "Dear Miss Carter, we are pleased to inform you that you have been selected for the position of Executive Secretary at Prestige Global. Welcome to the team!" I blinked, reading the message twice. I got the job. I actually got the job. My emotions teetered between surprise and anxiety. How was I supposed to feel about this? Relief? Dread? A combination of both? Before I could fully process it, a knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. “Morning, sunshine!” Mom chirped as she walked in uninvited, as usual. “I see you’re already up,” she added, smiling brightly as she leaned against the doorframe. “Morning, Mom,” I mumbled, sitting up and running a hand through my messy hair. She strolled in like she owned the place, well, actually she doesn't own the place, sitting on the edge of my bed. “Ready for the big talk today?” I hesitated, u
I sighed deeply, the end credits of The Godfather rolling across the screen. The movie had given me a temporary escape, but now reality was waiting.I stood and stretched, realizing I’d left my phone upstairs. I padded up the steps, my mind wandering back to the message from Prestige Global.Once in my room, I grabbed my phone from the nightstand and instinctively opened Instagram. Without much thought, I typed "Dino Alessandro" into the search bar. His profile popped up instantly blue checkmark and all.“Of course, he’s verified,” I muttered, clicking on his account.At first, I only skimmed his recent posts business photos, fancy dinners, charity events. The curated life of a rich man. But curiosity got the better of me, and I kept scrolling. And scrolling.Until I saw her.The photo was old, buried deep in his profile. Dino stood with his arm casually slung around Sandra Hill, the reigning queen of our high school back in the day. Sandra had been beautiful, popular, and as cruel as
Dino’s POV The night had been a whirlwind, and now I was home, still seething over what had transpired earlier. I walked through the grand hall of our estate, frustration weighing heavily on my chest. I wasn’t sure what exactly had gone wrong until I remembered the conversation with my father at the gala. He had been adamant about the job offer, about pushing Eloise into our lives. But now, it was clear that something I hadn’t understood had shifted between us. I wasn’t blind, I could see how she was distancing herself, and it didn’t sit well with me. I was angry. And I wasn’t sure if it was directed at Eloise for pulling away, or at my father for what I now realized he might have said to her. I stormed into his study without knocking. The room was dark, lit only by the dim glow of a desk lamp. My father sat behind his large oak desk, a glass of whiskey in hand, his expression unreadable. “You’ve got a lot of nerve, you know that?” I spat, barely controlling the anger in m
We drove in silence, the weight of everything still hanging in the air. When we finally arrived home, Jess and I headed upstairs. "Hey, you need rest. It's been a long day," she said softly. I nodded, too tired to argue. I headed straight for the shower, letting the hot water soothe my mind for a brief moment before I wrapped myself in a towel and got into bed. Jess soon joined me after her shower, slipping into the bed beside me. I turned off the lights, trying to unwind, but my mind kept drifting back to everything that had happened. My phone rang, interrupting my thoughts. It was a call from Mom. "I'll take it," Jess said, grabbing the phone from the nightstand. She answered it quickly, her voice muffled as she spoke to Mom. I couldn’t hear their conversation, but from the tone, I could tell she was reassuring Mom that I was already asleep. I closed my eyes, letting the quiet of the room lull me into a sense of calm, grateful for Jess’s presence by my side as I drifted of
As the slow tune began to fade, my mom returned to our table, glowing from her dance with Mr. Alessandro. He followed closely, his demeanor as composed as ever, yet his gaze lingered on me as he approached. “Eloise,” he said warmly, his deep voice carrying a charm that commanded attention. “You look beautiful as always.” I blinked, momentarily taken aback by his directness. “Thank you, Mr. Alessandro,” I replied, keeping my tone polite yet uncertain. His lips quirked into a small, knowing smile, and he extended a hand. “May I have this second dance?” My mom, already seated, gave me a gentle nudge and a nod of encouragement. Jessica’s eyes widened, her excitement barely concealed as she mouthed, Say yes! Feeling the weight of their stares, I placed my hand in his. “Of course.” He led me to the dance floor with the confidence of someone who had done this countless times. As the soft melody filled the room again, he guided me gracefully into a smooth waltz. “You remind me
My breath caught in my throat at his words. I wasn’t sure how to respond, if I even wanted to respond. His intense gaze made it impossible to look away, and for a moment, the noise of the gala faded into the background. “Dino…” I began, trying to find the right words. “This doesn’t make any sense.” “Doesn’t it?” he asked softly, his tone laced with something I couldn’t quite place. “We’ve always had a connection, Eloise. You can deny it all you want, but I see it every time you look at me.” I shook my head, taking a small step back. “You can’t just throw money around to prove a point. That’s not how this works.” He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “It wasn’t about the money. It’s about you. I thought… maybe tonight, you’d finally see that.” I opened my mouth to reply, but before I could, the band started playing a soft waltz, signaling the start of the dances. Dino held out his hand, his expression gentle but resolute. “Dance with me, Eloise,” he said, his voice lo
I stared at her in disbelief. “Jessica!” The auctioneer’s voice boomed. “We have five thousand! Do I hear five thousand five hundred?” People began murmuring, their eyes darting toward us. I felt my cheeks burn as I tried to process what had just happened. “You’re going to pay for this,” I hissed, grabbing my paddle and hesitantly raising it. “Five thousand five hundred.” Jessica smirked, clearly enjoying herself. “Good job. Now, keep going. You don’t want to let someone else win after that dramatic entrance.” “Do I hear six thousand?” the auctioneer asked, looking hopeful. I sank lower into my chair, muttering under my breath. “I can’t believe you dragged me into this.” “Six thousand!” someone from the back called out, and my stomach twisted in relief. “See? Someone saved you,” Jessica whispered, winking at me. “Going once, going twice—” But then, a voice from my left rang out. "Seven thousand," a woman called, her tone smooth yet firm. I turned to see who had e
As we made our way toward the silent auction area, the buzz of conversation surrounded us. The space was filled with people browsing the tables, each laden with elegant items, vacation packages to exotic locations, rare works of art, and even exclusive wine collections. The atmosphere was both lively and sophisticated, setting the perfect stage for the evening’s high-profile fundraising. Jessica nudged me, her eyes scanning the tables. "You should totally bid on something," she said, her tone light but teasing. "Get in the spirit of things." I chuckled, shaking my head. "Not tonight. I’m just here to survive." She rolled her eyes. "You’re no fun." Mom, who had been chatting with a few familiar faces, came over with a glass of wine in hand. "Eloise, Jessica, the auction is about to start. Why don’t we f
Jess nudged me gently. “Come on. Let’s grab a drink and pretend we’re too cool to care.” We made our way toward the bar, but before we could order, Dino was suddenly standing in front of me, blocking my path. “Eloise,” he said smoothly, his voice carrying just enough charm to make me wary. “You look... stunning.” I straightened my posture, forcing a neutral expression. “Dino.” Jess, ever the best wingwoman, stepped in. “Hi, Dino. Love the suit. Very Wall Street.” "Thank you... you are?" Jess extended her hand with a polite smile. “Jessica. Eloise’s best friend.” Dino shook her hand, his expression polite but curious. “Nice to meet you.” “Likewise,” Jess replied, her tone
At around 5 PM, the sound of the doorbell echoed through the house. I was about to head downstairs when I heard Mom already at the door. “Jess!” Mom’s voice carried up the stairs, warm and welcoming. By the time I got downstairs, they were already chatting. Jessica stood in the entryway, balancing a dress case in one hand and a shoe box in the other, her grin infectious as always. “Anne, you look as lovely as ever,” Jess said casually, leaning in for a quick hug. Mom beamed, clearly delighted. “And you, as vibrant as always. It’s so good to see you! How long has it been since you’ve dropped by?” “Not too long, just a few day,” Jessica admitted, shifting her things to one arm. “How have you been? And how’s life?” Mom smiled, a bit wistful. “Doing well, though sometimes busier than ever. Always somethi
Weekend was close by, and I still felt nervous about the upcoming gala. I couldn’t shake the unease that came with being around the Alessandro family, Dino in particular. Mom had gone out for the afternoon, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I texted her, desperate for a distraction. Me: Mom, can Jess also come to the gala? It didn’t take long for her to reply. Mom: Sure, but why don’t you ask Alessandro first? I sighed, staring at the screen. Of course, she’d suggest that. It wasn’t like I wanted to speak to Dino or his father more than I absolutely had to, but now it seemed unavoidable. After pacing around my room for a solid five minutes, I picked up my phone. The number saved as Mr. Alessandro stared back at me. I would’ve saved it as Mr. Gabriel or even just Gabriel