Lucie's pov The meeting with dad is over and honestly I don't know what the fuss is about. I mean I do understand that it isn't safe anymore and that there's something threatening our empire, all that dad has worked for over the years and I fear that we might have a mole in our midst but I'll keep that to myself until i make more investigations. Amelia's left for the agency and I just can't get my head wrapped around what mom said about her being a cheater. I've always felt she wasn't that way, but if this turns out to be true he's never going to live to regret it and she….well we'll see. Although, I wish she'd speak to me,I need to do something for her but she seems to rebuff everything that I do except the painting of her room,but that wasn't even my idea. No, I need something fresh but what, I hate to ask for help but I think I'll have to resort to that soon. Trying to put Amelia out of my mind, I go to work not feeling quite like working though. I call in my assistan
Lucie's pov Still excited about the surprise I call the flower company to know if they've delivered the flowers and set up.the arrangement. I called the co earlier and asked him to prepare something special for Amelia and I. I also asked him to make some homemade ice cream. This is gonna be so fun I say to myself plus she has no idea, should I go pick her up from work? Nah that would just give it away and besides we're still not talking. My hope is that this dinner date will break this wall we're beginning to create because I want my wife. This is just the beginning for us, I'm going to shower her with so many things that she never going to want to leave. Although I have to remind myself not to over do it because Amelia isn't a materialistic person. Work goes by, Regina pops in often and really it's beginning to annoy me like what does she want, so when she walks in towards the close of the work day to announce that my friend would like to speak to me for a couple minutes
Chapter 37 Lucie’s pov Driving out, I realize I don't even know where I'm going. I might have missed a turn or something but shii, I'm just going to keep driving till I hit the fun part of town. It's been so long, I mean since Amelia and I got married I haven't really been outside. I've been trying so hard to be the perfect man for her that I forgot how to have fun and live my life. So tonight, that's exactly what I'm going to do and since she doesn't care about my feelings I might even get me a. my train of thought goes south pretty quick and it comes to me that I haven't gotten some in so long. What if she's getting some from him right now? The thought sneaks into my head. Thinking about her being wrapped around someone else, kissing and touching. My speed accelerates at these thoughts I know aren't true, I mean Amelia is not that type of girl and then it hits me I haven't seen her in three years before she came home and we got married. I don't know what her life was lik
Lucie's pov The drive home was sorta tense with Tony insisting on driving all the way through. I kept asking for a turn at the wheel but he was so focused on the road and often chided me for being so irresponsible. "Like, that the beaten, you could have been seen. Whatever happened to composure, I'd expect this kind of behavior behavior anybody else but not you!!!." “I've apologized, what more do you want from me?? If Amelia had just agreed to the God damned dinner date we wouldn't even be here in this situation. I mean why couldn't Mother just mind her business. She just had ad to go snooping on Amelia, who does that to their new daughter in law, might I mention only daughter in law. And for fuck’s sake what is taking the team do long to gather information on that Adonis guy??” I didn't realize I had burst out loud saying all these stuff and shocked Tony into a stunned silence. “Hey man look, it's not what you think Amelia and I are just starting out and we don't really
Lucie's pov Amelia…damn I thought she wasn't coming home. Fuck, this is all her fault anyway, let her see me like this. Shit.. let me hurry into my room,as I hurry across the hall into my room her door suddenly open and there she is in a pair of sexy lingerie. Sucking in my breath, I stare at her hungrily. "And where do you think you're coming from at this hour of the day? I guess I'm not the only cheater around here. Smelling like a woman perfume all half drunk and rugged looking” she raps out to me. Slightly dumbfounded, I blink at her rapidly because I'm stuck on how little clothes she's putting on, how sexy she looks and how she doesn't realize how arousing she looks right now. All these thoughts get me hard instantly and upset me in the process. Suddenly the day's events flash through my mind and filled with rage I let her have it . "Well isn't this just rich, you think you can accuse me falsely just because my mother made a simple mistake in judgement about your
Amelia's pov Damn, what's going on here? Are Lucie and I really kissing, this evening wasn't even supposed to go down like this. I'm supposed to be mad at him. He's such an amazing kisser, whoa Amelia calm down and enjoy the moment. Oh my God, am I really straddling him. This is even wilder than my kiss with Gray, don't think about that now. Are we moving?, shit he's putting me on the table, damn this feels so good. Lucie starts tracing kisses down the side of my neck and bites down. Ohhhh,that feels goo….. he's sucking the hollow of my neck. And I'm pulling him closer not wanting to let go, this is so exciting and scary at the same time. He lifts his head, “Lucie, why'd you stop?” He lifts his head and I see that his eyes have darkened, his breathing is ragged and short. Why's he looking at me like I'm a piece of food? Abruptly he turn and walks towards the door, thinking it's a sign, I follow only for him to stop.me with an “I'll be right back” A bit put off by t
Amelia pov: The next morning I wake up in Lucie's arms and for a couple of seconds I'm a bit disorientated as I can't remember what happened or where I am. Then it all comes back to me, I start blushing and look down at myself and yes I'm naked. Slowly and quietly I untangle myself from him and get off the bed. Walking down the hall feeling scandalous and wondering what I'd do if one of the help caught roaming the hall stark naked. With that thought, I giggle and break into a run heading for the den. On getting there, I peek in to check if the coast is clear and feeling like a teenager, I scoop my nightie off the floor and put it on hastily and exit to my room. I head directly for the shower, as I get in and start to wash off I realize how tender and sensitive I am around the areas where he touched. I feel so light and really didn't know that sex or at least as close as we got to it was this blissful. I can't believe I came twice, God, Lucie's gonna think I'm a little girl who
Unknown pov The video has been uploaded by our man and he's really going good, I'm a bit shocked they came to the studio together but then the car parked and it seemed to take forever but she eventually alighted and it looked like she was crying. The plan is going well and if it goes at this rate, in the next couple of months the great Lucie and his family are going to be begging at feet they never even knew existed. This is so exciting, I almost want to blow this all up but I know it's too early and it would have no effect because they would present a united front or at least from what I've seen a not do united front . Well that's their problem, I've got other things to go put in order. Let the games continue and here's to a lot of drama. I'm gonna need some wine and maybe popcorn for the drama that's about to unfold. Till another time. Lucie's pov On arriving at work, I notice all the staff are throwing me looks, the men in admiration like we're in high school and I've just
Mike’s Point of ViewThe walk to Jack’s house felt like an eternity. Each step weighed heavy, not just on my feet but on my soul. Apologizing to Jack felt like trying to piece together shards of glass it was bound to hurt, but it was necessary.For years, jealousy had consumed me. It wasn’t just the envy of his life or the love he shared with Nancy; it was the feeling of always being overshadowed, always living in the shadows of his happiness. I had convinced myself that his success and love life had stolen something from me. And because of that twisted perspective, I had made choices that I could never undo.But now, standing outside his door, I realized the only way forward was to own my mistakes and seek forgiveness, no matter how undeserving I felt.Jack opened the door, his face a mixture of surprise and guarded curiosity. He didn’t say anything at first, just stepped aside to let me in. I walked into the living room, memories flooding back good ones, ones I had tainted with
Angel’s Point of ViewI couldn’t stop pacing. My heart raced with every step, my mind playing out every worst-case scenario I could imagine. Ace had barely said a word since we returned home. The tension between us was suffocating, thick and unyielding.He sat in the living room, his elbows resting on his knees, staring at the floor as if it held all the answers to the chaos that had just unfolded. His silence was more terrifying than any argument we could have had.I watched him from the doorway, my chest tightening with guilt and fear. He hadn’t looked at me, hadn’t said anything about what Morana had revealed. It was as if he was retreating into himself, shutting me out completely.I couldn’t take it anymore.Tears blurred my vision as I turned and rushed to our bedroom. Shutting the door behind me, I sank to the floor, my back pressed against the cold wood. The tears came fast and uncontrollably, shaking my entire body.How could my father have done this? How could he have been r
Amelia's Point of ViewThe drive home was unusually silent. Ace and Angel had left in a hurry, no doubt to process everything privately. Meanwhile, I found myself in a car with my father and Uncle Nick, the two men who had just uncovered secrets that could have shattered us all.Lucie’s hand rested on mine, his thumb gently stroking the back of it in reassurance.I leaned into his warmth, grateful for his steady presence. Today had been a whirlwind, and I wasn’t sure how to feel about any of it.My mind kept circling back to Morana. Her confession had been shocking, but the CCTV footage… that was the nail in the coffin. Seeing everything play out, hearing the heated argument, and watching the chaos unfold—it was like stepping into a nightmare.The way my father had reacted, the guilt that had clouded his face when Morana revealed the truth, stuck with me. He looked like a man who had been running from his demons for years, only to find them waiting for him all along.We arrived at m
Mike’s Point of ViewThe weight of their stares bore down on me like a hammer. Their expressions were etched with disbelief, anger, and betrayal. I had known this day might come, but I wasn’t prepared for the crushing silence that filled the room. It was deafening, worse than any words they could have hurled at me.Angel’s tear-streaked face was the first to pierce through my defenses. Her voice, shaky but firm, broke the silence.“Dad…” she said, her tone trembling between sorrow and rage. “Please tell me this isn’t true.”I let out a breath, heavy with the burden I had carried for nearly two decades. My hands trembled as I clenched them into fists at my sides. There was no escape now, no more lies to hide behind.“It’s true,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. “I did it.”Gasps erupted around me, and I winced as if their collective shock were physical blows. My eyes darted to Angel again, hoping to find some semblance of understanding in her gaze, but all I saw was devast
Morana’s Point of ViewI stood there, my hands tucked into the pockets of my jacket, feeling the weight of everyone’s stares. The crisp afternoon air brushed against my skin, but it did nothing to cool the heat that burned in my chest. Eighteen years. I had waited eighteen years to speak the truth, and now, as I faced them, the moment felt heavier than I had imagined.Nick stood at the front, his expression hardened, but I could see the confusion in his eyes. He didn’t trust me he never had since that day. I couldn’t blame him. Not after what he saw.“Do you remember,” I began softly, my voice steady despite the chaos swirling inside me, “eighteen years ago when I told you to tell your brother to leave the country with Nancy and the kids?”Nick’s brow furrowed as he nodded, but his confusion deepened.“What does that have to do with anything?” he asked, his tone sharp, impatient.Letting out a slow breath, I turned my gaze to Mike. There he was the cause of all this pain. The man w
Uncle Nick’s Point of ViewThe morning air was crisp as I leaned against my desk, staring at the message on my phone for the hundredth time. Morana’s words haunted me:"I’m tired of hiding. Bring your family and meet me at this spot by 4 PM. I’ll come clean and tell you my part of the story."The text felt unreal, almost like a trick, but it was our first solid lead in years. Was this truly the end of our search? Could we finally put all of this behind us?Yet, I couldn’t shake the unease. Why now? Why after so many years of silence? And why would she want us all there?I pocketed my phone and made my way to the living room, where Ace and Amelia were already waiting. They both looked tense, their eyes betraying a mix of anticipation and distrust. Lucie stood beside Amelia, his protective stance clear as day. Angel sat close to Ace, her presence a calming force in the storm that brewed between us.Then there was Mike Angel’s father. He had been jittery since the message came through,
Uncle Nick's Point of ViewThe weight of the meeting still lingered in my mind as I paced my office. Mike’s sudden decision to leave everything behind gnawed at me. It didn’t make sense. Mike was never one to back down, not without a reason, and certainly not when it came to protecting his daughter, Angel.I ran a hand through my graying hair, my jaw clenched. My mind spun with theories, but none seemed to stick. Something wasn’t adding up.“This isn’t over,” I muttered, slamming my hand against the desk.I looked out the window, the city lights twinkling in the night. The world moved on as if nothing was amiss, but I knew better. Secrets had a way of bubbling to the surface, and in this family, secrets were our currency—and our downfall."I’m also a Mafia leader," I said aloud to myself, the words biting with bitterness. How could I, Nick Sinclair, who built an empire on loyalty and fear, be standing in the shadows, clueless about what was happening right under my nose?Shaking my
Mike’s Point of ViewSitting in my office, I stared out the window, watching the world move along as if nothing had happened. But my chest was heavy, my mind racing. My daughter, Angel, was too close to discovering the truth. Her determination to find Morana terrified me.For years, I had buried the truth, locked it away in the deepest corners of my mind, and covered it with layers of lies. But now, with Morana’s name being spoken again, the past I had tried so hard to forget was clawing its way back to the surface.I picked up my glass of whiskey, my hands trembling as I took a sip. My mind wandered to that day eighteen years ago when everything changed.It was a cold evening. The air was thick with tension as I stood in the dimly lit room, the gun heavy in my hand. Morana was across from me, her arms crossed, her face as stoic as ever.“Since you don’t want to get the job done, I guess you go,” I said, my voice steady but my heart pounding.She didn’t flinch. Morana was never one
Ace’s Point of ViewThe drive back to the mansion was silent, tension hanging in the air like a thick fog. Angel sat beside me in the passenger seat, her hands folded tightly in her lap. Her knuckles were pale, her expression unreadable as she stared out the window.My mind was racing. Uncle Nick’s revelation about Morana had been a bombshell none of us were prepared for. The idea that our mother’s death wasn’t due to illness but murder by someone we trusted was unbearable.I gripped the steering wheel tighter, the leather creaking under my palms. “I can’t believe he kept this from us,” I muttered, breaking the silence.Angel glanced at me, her expression softening. “Ace, he thought he was protecting you and Amelia,” she said gently.“Protecting us?” I scoffed. “By lying to us our whole lives? By letting us believe our mother died of natural causes when it was anything but?”Her hand reached out to touch mine, but I pulled away, my frustration too raw to accept comfort.“Nick had no