OCTAVIA'S POV The room was dimly lit, so I couldn't see all the details. The cold metal of the handcuff that bound my right hand to the bed frame dug into my wrist. It seems no one is keeping guard, and I can't hear any voices outside. I need to get out of here before they come back; my heart raced as panic surged through me, but I forced myself to stay calm as I looked around for something to free myself. I should have something I can use in my bag; one of them took it from me earlier. I looked around for it, but it was nowhere in sight. I scanned the room, looking for anything else that could help me escape. I strained to reach the nightstand with my free hands; there's nothing else on it except the picture frame. My fingers brushed against the edge, and I managed to knock it over. The glass shattered, and I quickly grabbed a shard; it nicked my hand, but I ignored the pain that came with it and began to work on the cuff, trying to pry it open. The glass tore through my hand as
OCTAVIA'S POV I took in my surroundings as I followed the girl; this house is a mansion. She led me through another grand hallway, and I took in the beauty that surrounded me. The house showed wealth and power, and it also had a somewhat homely feeling to it, something I haven't felt in a long time. With its high ceilings adorned with intricate chandeliers, the walls were lined with rich, dark wood paneling. Ornate paintings and sculptures were placed at different corners that we passed. The floors were polished marble, their cool surface reflecting the soft glow of the ambient lighting. Every detail, from the luxurious rugs to the elegant furniture, spoke of a life far removed from the one I have always known. It all feels a bit overwhelming, and I feel like an intruder in this world of grandeur and authority. She stopped in front of a door, in what looked to be another part of the house. "Is there anything you would be needing, ma'am?" She asked "Uhh, no thank you," I said awkw
OCTAVIA'S POV "Oof," I exclaimed in suprise stumbling slightly, a large hand held my shoulder and steadied me with a firm grip. I was on my way back inside the house when i bumped into someone, I looked up to see a man, he was dressed in a suit.What's with these people and wearing black. I'm not suprised to see him dressed in black like the other men I have been seeing since I got here. "Will you watch where you are going. Do you want to get killed." He said sharply in a deep voice that matches his face. He's got that rugged bad guy look with a scar running across his face from his eyes to his chin. He looks like the type of guy you won't want to run into, I should probably be scared but right now, I have bigger fishes to fry. "I'm sorry," I said immediately "You should be," he snapped and bumped my into my shoulder. "Who the fuck let a stray in," he muttered to himself dusting invincible dust off his clothes and started walking away."I don't know who you are but you better
ZION'S POV "Zion!" I snapped out of my thoughts at the sound of someone yelling my name. I turned to see my friend and the director of the new gig I'm working on looking are me with concern. "Is everything fine, I've been calling you for the past three minutes, where's your mind at," "Ohh sorry I didn't hear you," I replied, I had been lost in thought. "Yeah I noticed, you've been out of sorts today. Is there something you are hiding from us?" He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at me. "Nah, I'm good. Just have to few things on my mind that all," I replied ignoring his insinuation. I can't bring myself to find any humour in things these days. I've been like these for a while now.It's because she is not here. "That's a new development," he joked."Is there anything you want?" I asked. "We are going to have to stop shooting for today, Mabel had to be taken to the hospital. Apparently she has a stomach." He said"Mabel?" "The model, the dark skinned one," he said looking at me
OCTAVIA'S POV DAVINCI'S MANSION IN PALERMO The cold air of early January greeted me as I stepped out of the grand estate; it is a contrast to the warmth inside. A crisp chill hung in the air, feeling sharp against my skin; it seems there is a sea nearby as the faint scent of salt mixed with the cool breeze. Despite the cold, a strange warmth spread through me; it feels like I am waking from a strange dream.Bree was practically bouncing next to me; her energy was uncontainable even in the frigid weather."Do we have to go today?" I asked "Yeah, definitely. What's there to wait for? Plus, you need supplies, don't you?" "There's a closet filled with clothes in my room; I'm guessing you need a reason to go out," I added. "Oh, come on, I definitely just want to show you around, and you need a new phone, don't you?" she defended. I have noticed Bree has a very bubbly personality as opposed to Bryon, who is more reserved and quiet. "A phone can always get delivered to the house; every
OCTAVIA'S POV I stepped out of my father’s office, my heart weirdly heavy; I clutched the knife in my hand as I grieved for the mother I never met. This piece of weaponry is like a connection to a life I have never known. I walked back to my room, and when I opened my door, I stopped in my tracks, my eyes widening. About twenty shopping bags were arranged side by side at the foot of my bed, and as I walked closer, a sleek, brand-new iPhone sat on the nightstand. Its glossy black surface reflected the dim light of the lamp. I shrugged off my coat, letting it fall onto the bed, and picked up the phone. It was already set up with my number, Lionel, Bree and Bryon's number were also saved om it. My stomach twisted as I thought about Rose. She would be worried sick by now. I changed into a pair of comfortable sweats and sat on the edge of the bed and dialed her number. The phone rang twice before her familiar voice came through. "Hello,""Rose, it's me," I started cautiously. “Octavia
OCTAVIA'S POV Rose looked absolutely stunning in the blue jeans that hugged her hips snugly and then flared out at her feet, her orange top hugged her waist and the neckline showed a decent amount of cleavage, her outfit accentuated her curves with her full hair pulled up in a high ponytail accentuating her face and she walked into the resturant confidently ignoring the heads that turned as she walked by. "Damn she's drop dead gorgeous, " Bree breathed beside me as soon as she caught sight of her. We are meeting up with Rose today, we got here not long ago and I had invited Bree to come along, partially because I don't want to go out with the "guards" all alone, I don't know if I'll ever get used to it and I am sure she and Rose are going to get along perfectly. The restaurant we are at is nestled on a quiet cobblestone street in the middle of the city, it's the kind of place that felt warm and inviting as soon as you stepped inside. The golden glow of the lights, the clinking of
OCTAVIA'S POV The next morning, I stretched lazily as I opened my eyes and dragged myself out of bed. The sun filtered through the curtains, bathing my room in a warm morning glow. I shuffled to the door, still rubbing the sleep from my eyes as I headed to the kitchen to get my daily cup of office. I nearly jumped out of my skin when I saw someone standing unmovingly beside my door. “What the he—” I yelped as one hand clutched the doorframe for support and the other clutched my chest as if to stop my heart from falling down. The man turned slightly, his broad shoulders blocking most of the hallway. It is the man that was talking to my father yesterday evening, his expression was unreadable and his sharp jawline clenched. His dark eyes regarded me with a hint of boredom, like this was just another day at work. “Good morning, Miss Octavia,” he said in a deep, smooth voice. I blinked. Okay this is not how I expected my morning to start. “Uh… hi? What are you doing here?" “I’m Aaro
‘’Who are you?’’Lucas Conti. I smiled. Who would have thought I would meet one of the world’s billionaires and a rumored womaniser today. It was such a shame that I was smelling like sardine, but I could still do something with what I had.I dropped the photo in my hand and walked towards him, slowly and seductively. I stretched my hands towards him.‘’Grace Miller. I’m waiting for the manager.’’He took my hands and I held his eyes. Seducing men was not something that needed the right time if one was an expert. I rubbed my finger on his hand and I made the handshake linger for just the right amount of time.‘’Grace,’’ he said, the tone of his voice dropping to familiar levels. ‘’Are you a guest in our hotel?’‘’Well,’’ I said. ‘’I could be your guest.’’His face broke into a smile. I had him charmed. The manager stepped in just then. Wrong timing. I mean, he could have remained lost in his quest for water.‘’Good afternoon, sir,’’ he stammered. ‘’I wasn’t aware you were aro
I closed my eyes as we moved farther and farther away from the mansion. The roaring sound of the motor bikes did not help the turmoil I felt inside. I was leaving everything I had worked so hard for in the last few years. But i was not accepting defeat yet. I would be back.I will come back for my son. For what is mine and give everyone what is due.Diego had succeeded in killing most of the men that were loyal to me, and even as I sat on the bike clutching myself, I wasn't sure who was for me anymore. It was a big risk I was taking and I hoped it would be worth it all. For the sake of those who had died on the path to my ambition. For Lorenz’s sake.I reach for my thigh, tapping it. The pressure of the knife against my skin reminded me that I was not unarmed. We were leaving the city. I was being taken to a neighbouring town a few hours from Palmero. There I would stay under the radar, until Diego was gotten rid of. I would also try to make the necessary liaison with all the
My phone was buzzing in my pocket continuously. I had placed it on DND, so the call had to have been persistent for it to be vibrating in my pocket. I glanced at the large screen and then at Lucas who was seated on the seat just beside the investors. He smiled encouragingly at me. Today was the big day. The day I presented our beautiful project.He said it was just for formalities. The people who mattered had seen the presentation privately and they loved it. I was still nervous though and the continuous vibrations in my pocket were compounding it.The presentation was over in twenty minutes. The smiles on their faces and the warm and firm handshakes told me all I needed to know.Lucas slapped my shoulders warmly. ‘’You did good. I was impressed. This calls for some wine.’’We were going to get featured on the front pages of the business papers and on the headlines of the business news. It was finally an opportunity to prove to Nile and my father that I could make a meaningfu
Before I could scream, I heard hurried footsteps approaching the room and the door flung open instantly.‘’It’s urgent,’’ the first man said. I could see what he couldn’t say in his eyes.I pointed at the monitor. ‘’Get the doctor here fast.’’Two of them hurried out of the room. ‘’The doctor is trying to save your father,’’ the first man said.‘’Save? What happened?’’‘’He went into cardiac arrest.’’I felt blood seeping out of my head and I swooned. He caught me just in time. The nurse was arriving as I was being held.‘’The monitor,’’ I said to her. She hurried to his side, and I was ushered out of the room. That feeling of desolation overpowered me once again. I had not felt that since I left Axel’s whore house, but now I was at the brink of losing everything I cherished.When I got to father’s room, I stood outside observing through the door as the doctor tried to revive his heart with the defibrillator. I clenched my hand into a fist. What had gone wrong? Someone had
I watched her face turn pale as she read the report in her hand. ‘’Is this real?’’ She looked up at me.I nodded. ‘’I don’t think he knows.’’A sad smile spread on her face. ‘’What a horrible way to finally find your brother, Octavia. I mean, we all thought he died in the fire. Same way we thought you did.’’There was a knock on the door and we quickly put the document away. ‘’Come in,’’ aunt Elena said. I had been sleeping in her room since the incident the previous day.A maid walked in. “Good morning, ma’am,’’ she said. ‘’Did you sleep well?’’‘’I did.’’It was the maid who looked after her room. ‘’I came to ask if you needed anything this morning, ma’am.’’‘’Not at all,’’ she responded.‘’Coffee?’’‘’That’s fine.’’I waited until she was gone for a minute before I spoke. ‘’We can’t trust any of the new staff right now. They were all employed by Rory, and we don’t know who is with her or not.’’‘’Rory needs to be arrested, and made to confess.’’I nodded in agreement. W
She didn’t budge. She remained calm and determined. ‘’You are trying to save the life of a man that should have been killed on the spot. How wicked can one be?’’‘’We need to find out who he’s working with,’’ she said. ‘’Until then, no one touches him. His punishment is at my disposal.’’She walked away and I bit my lips. The plan was crashing. Sylvester had shot the wrong person, Octavia was still alive and she had my necklace. Now, Sylvester was going to be tortured until he confessed. I wondered how strong he would be. I had to do something.I found Mikel in his office. He was startled to see me. I could tell he was expecting me. He had that look in his face.‘’I’m in trouble, Mikel,’’ I said. ‘’I need your help.’’He glared at me. ‘’What were you thinking? We had a plan. A good one. You abandoned it for some no good riff raff.’’‘’Mikel..’’‘’I know you were sleeping with him,’’ he said, anger attempting to boil over the surface. ‘’I can’t help you right now.’’I moved f
I found aunt Elena in her room. She was startled by the expression on my face.‘’You look like you have seen a ghost,’’ she said, straightening her dress.‘’I think I have,’’ I replied. I walked in and sat on her bed. She was looking at me with concern. ‘’Did Rory catch you snooping around?’’ she asked. ‘’I couldn’t hold her for so long.’’I shook my head. ‘’No.’’ I reached for my bra and pulled out the necklace. She gasped. ‘’Where did you find it?’’‘’Her room. She hid it on the chandelier all this time,’’ I said. ‘’How could she..’’ She stood up. ‘’I have to report this immediately. ‘’I lost my trusted maid of over ten years because of this lying woman.’’I shushed her and asked her to sit down. ‘’That’s not the problem now, aunt,’ i said.‘’What is?’’I leaned closer to her. ‘’Sylvester.’’ I lowered my voice, scared that the room was being tapped. ‘’He’s not who he says he is. His name is not Sylvester Munroe. The real person is dead.’’Her mouth fell open but no sou
I had just gotten off a call with Lucas Conti and was enjoying a martini when I was told someone wanted to see me. I was clad in nothing but a towel and I was in no mood to see anyone. It was a beautiful day. Our project had passed the second phase of approval and it was ready to be opened in the Netherlands. Then the Americas and the United Kingdom.‘’She gave her name as Rose, sir,’’ the uniformed lady said and instantly the martini turned sour in my throat.Rose? It had been almost two weeks since our meeting in Amsterdam. I’d not forgotten the allegations she made against my business partner, but I had tossed them under the carpet. I was not going to allow his personal matters stop me from making money. It was the only thing that brought me happiness now. I was very unfortunate with love.‘’Ask her to come in,’’ I said, taking off my sunglasses. ‘’She can wait in the guest sitting room.’’‘’Yes, sir.’’I sipped a little more of the martini before rising from the mat. It
My phone buzzed again.It had been going off like that for the past ten minutes. Soft, insistent vibrations against my hip, each one a ripple in the still waters of Aunt Elena’s very long, very detailed baby-bathing tutorial.She was standing over the bath, her sleeves rolled up, a calm, patient smile on her face as she cradled the baby in her arms for the third demonstration that afternoon. Not a drop of water splashed. Everything about her was precise, delicate, practiced.“And always keep your hand under the neck,” she said gently, as though I hadn’t already memorized every movement. “They’re so small, you see? You have to make them feel safe.”“I see,” I murmured, though my mind was far from here. The phone buzzed again. I didn’t need to look at it. I already knew who it was. Sylvester. His calls were never this persistent. If he was calling this much, something was wrong.Still, I couldn’t just step away. Not from Aunt Elena. She wasn’t the kind of woman you interrupted,