Elizalde's POV . "Who got in?" My brows crossed, listening to Don on the other line. Since he temporarily managed a few of my businesses around, he overlooked some investors that got into the business of Lizzie's father. I know that Mr Alonzo Amante was also doing his end. It's only on the side of their business. But since I owned more than half of their company, I have the right to know the new investors that just got in. "It's Kristoff Taverna, bro," he repeats. What the hell? How did he manage to get into the business? My jaw tightened. I could feel my blood boiling, and I raked my hair in exasperation. How the hell did that bastard get into the company of the Amantes? Don't tell me Lizzie's father has something to do with this. "That's ridiculous, Don! I want a summary report from their end. I would like to know how many shares that bastard bought. I don't need his fucking money. What the hell do they take me for? Are they fucking serious!?" "I will, Zalde. I have a meeti

Elizalde's POV . My fist slammed on the table, enough to release my frustration. Luckily, Lizzie was not around because Zia Melina took her to the market. I've been waiting for Don to call me back since yesterday, but he got held up with the people around him and just had the time now. I gritted my teeth as I stared at his appearance on the monitor. If only I could do something, but like him, we cannot control Lizzie's father regarding her stepmother's demands. What a load of crap! "At least it's not much, Zalde. The old man was pretty apologetic towards you. If only he could retrieve it from Kristoff. He did try, but Kristoff refused. Kristoff now holds a ten percent share of the Amantes Holdings." "Fuck," I swore bitterly, and my jaw clenched. The ugly truth of dealing with Lizzie's stepmother hits me now. I can't imagine what she's been through after all those years after her mother died. I don't know how Lizzie's father met her stepmother, but one thing is for sure, they w

Elizalde's POV . The more time we spend together, the deeper the connection and feelings are established again. This is what I want anyway. I want to get Lizzie's heart. I want her to trust me like she used to. I want to hold her heart as she holds mine. I can give her the world where my heart belongs, and that's enough for me to go on. No questions asked. I don't want to discuss our past anymore. I don't want to bring it back. She seems like she doesn't want us to talk about it. And the best way to do this is to forget it. We are on our last honeymoon week and almost went around closer to my hometown. She had already witnessed my childhood and discovered many things about me and what I was like as a child. She also met most of my friends here that I grew up with. We even went to my first nursery and primary school. Some of my teachers were still there, and I introduced Lizzie to them as my wife. The food was excellent everywhere, and we had a good time together. We laughed, joked

Elizalde's POV . This is going to be easy for me. She gets inside my cave without me inviting her—bloody beauty. After knowing her wish, I could no longer give her the thing that I wanted to give. It's Brandon's fault, oh well, partly. It's okay. We had fun anyway. She was drunk and totally out of control, and we made love inside the attic. I feel contented looking at her, talking to the people that know us around this little town. This is the last food and souvenir stop before we return home. The car was loaded with different things, and I'm sure we will have excess baggage for this. But Lessandro is coming with us, so that saves us from everything. Marianna gave Lizzie a beautiful necklace she made, and the two little girls gave the personalise bracelets they made for her. "She's so beautiful and kind. You're both lucky to have each other, Zalde. Send my regards to your mother, okay? I will pray for good health and long life for her." Marianna added and hugged me. She gives Liz

Lizzie's POV . "This is our primary bedroom," he said, looking around. I could only nod in admiration while looking at our luxurious bed. The spacious room was fully equipped with all the necessary amenities. On the right side were two doors - one leading to the bathroom and the other to our closet. Approaching the bed, I sat down on its edge and savoured the plush, comfortable sensation it provided. "What's in that door?" Curiosity piqued, I inquired about the contents of the door across the room. Elizalde approached the door and proceeded to open it. "It's a door connecting to the room's other side." I stood up and walked towards that direction. "Oh, I see?" "It's designed this way just in case you prefer not to share a bed with me," he explained. "That was my initial assumption - that you might not feel comfortable sleeping in the same bed with me." He closed the door that connected the rooms and turned to face me. A smile on his lips made my heart flutter. My brow rose, an