All Chapters of I Stole The Billionaire's Wallet And His Heart: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Elara's POVTwo months later.How time flies when you're CEO of the biggest oil manufacturing company in the country. I'm pretty sure my hair is greying already. Or maybe my face has so many wrinkles. I wouldn’t know, as I barely have time to check myself out in the mirror before coming to work.“If we sell it at this price, I believe we'll have the upper hand,” the arrogant Director of Sales and Marketing says, his voice hoarse from all the alcohol he has consumed over the years.When he's done, he places a hand in his pocket and gazes at me intensely. His posture makes his potbelly stand out, but it seems like he doesn't notice, seeing as he's constantly throwing himself at anything in a skirt that passes by—including me, his own boss.He's one of those who tried to oppose my takeover, saying a woman could never manage a company like this and that I'd do better managing fashion brands.When the board approved me, he made it his plan to ruin all my project ideas. Unfortunately for hi

Elara's POV(Back to two months later)"Dad, you had a loving relationship with Mom, right? When you guys quarreled, did you ever... block her? Like, I know cell phones weren’t that much of a thing in those days. No, they were. Were they? But did you block Mom? Like, not even contact her in the morning? Or a week later?"I ask another question, speaking to my very unconscious dad as though we are engaged in a conversation."Because I don’t know, Dad, but I don’t feel right about what Lorenzo has done to me. I mean, yes, we did split up on a rocky path, but does it mean he has to go as far as blocking me? That is too much, is it not?"He blocked me without any reason. He just—"But Dad, why do I feel like something is wrong? I just wish Lorenzo is fine because if something has happened to him, I won’t be able to cope."Being lost in thought, I don’t notice when Uncle Damien comes into the room until he clears his throat. I turn to see him leaning against the wall and staring at me with

Elara's POV"Mr. Russo? N-nice to see you, S-sir."I almost slap myself when I stutter. Why the hell am I stuttering?If I thought Nicolas glared at me when he saw me, then this man's look is enough to freeze the air in the room. I feel goosebumps rise along my skin as he watches me, taking slow, deliberate steps toward me.When he gets close, he extends a hand and pulls me roughly by my elbow, dragging me away from the room where Lorenzo is and down the hallway from where we came in.He doesn't let me go toward the one my dad is in. I'm not sure he even knows my dad is there. He pulls me out of the hospital until we stand in the alley beside it.It is nighttime, and so all I can see is his face illumined by the moonlight and nothing else.Different thoughts race through my mind, reeling with worst-case possibilities of what he plans to do. Is he trying to kill me? Why would he bring me right out this way?"Mr. Russo? What is going on?" I ask him in a shaky voice, hoping that it is al

Elara's POV"No! Please don't tell her, she'll kill me. Please, Auntie Elara, please." He trembles, the words spilling out of his lips without control."Auntie Elara, please," he keeps begging while I stand frozen, fisting my hands and preparing to bound into that room or to wherever Sophia is and kill her.I briskly walk away from him, making sure my foot doesn’t make any noise against the floor. When I get to the glass panel, I look into the room, noticing that Lorenzo is fast asleep, machines tied up to his body.There is no sign of Sophia. She is not here.Ethan's shaky voice sounds from behind me. "But Auntie Elara, please, you cannot tell her that I have told you. I'm pretty sure she will kill me. I'm so sorry."So it is true. She is abusing her own son. How pathetic and disgusting.Glancing at the little boy and his trembling and shaking figure, I know I can't resist. If he is this scared, she must have threatened him with something.I'll get everything out of him, then I'll ma

Elara's POV"Dad?" I call him again when he doesn't respond to my question.He looks to be in a daze for a few seconds before shaking his head. "It's nothing, darling. I was just talking to someone from the office.""Dad, you're still in the hospital bed, and you're already talking about work? For real, you should rest. I'm pretty sure you can't wait to get out of here and go to the office," I tell my dad, my hands on my waist."Of course, my bossy daughter. I'm going to rest well and enjoy myself. By the way, I already know my company is in capable hands. Oh, who am I kidding? The company is already yours.""Well, you can always take it back, Dad. The workload is killing me," I chuckle.Dad laughs along and tells me to sit by his bedside. When I do, he holds my hand in his. His plasters and bandages have already been taken off, and he's almost good to go, as the doctor told us. So, we should be leaving tomorrow."I'm so proud of who you've become, Elara. In such a short time, you've