Lizzie . I couldn't believe it. We are in Italy! "Come on, Lizzie. Don't give me that look, love." Elizalde chuckled and grabbed my hand. It's not that I don't like this. But I am thankful for the little changes. It was right at the immigration board that I realised that we were not boarding to Australia. We are going to Italy, spend a few weeks there and then move to Australia. I didn't sleep well all the way here as I couldn't believe it. The food was good inside the aircraft, but I crave the foods I miss. "Can we stop at the La El Merita?" I can't hide my excitement. It's a local restaurant closer to where Elizalde's place. I love every dish on their menus. "Sure, love. Let's get home first, and Rhys will grab and order it for us." "Okay." I nodded and waited patiently. Travelling from the city primary down to Sorrento shorts was pretty decent. But when we started walking up to Elizalde's house on an inclined surface, I felt the weight was on me. "This is not good for pr
Lizzie . As time passes, everything falls into place for us. Spending time with Elizalde and our loved ones has been an absolute joy. It's a fact that things are constantly evolving and changing, but these changes work out in our favour. It's partially true that your life will turn into what you want in a good way. You must let go of the people who bring negativity to your life. You don't want them to ruin you. My father has settled his way back to where he wanted. He doesn't wants me to get worried about him. He wants to go around the globe and enjoy his retirement. I heard from Don that he is now in a property somewhere closer to home. I'm okay with it as long as he is happy. Elizalde and I settled really well here in Shepperton. Although the weather is cold in Winter, we tend to escape the frosty season and stay somewhere on the Gold Coast. We bought a small property not so close to the beach but within walking distance. Elizalde's mother was doing well after her chemotherapy.
Elizalde . "How dare you, Elizalde! You can't do this to me! I give you everything you want, and you will end it like this?" I smirked while chewing my food. It's no longer fun listening to all her bullshit. The place was great. It's one of the famous five-star hotel restaurants in the city owned by my cousin. I'm enjoying my medium, rare, high-quality Angus beef paired with red wine. Yes, business is great, and life has never been so good. I fucking love it. "Zalde, sweetheart, I told my parents we are getting married. So, I forgive you, babe. It's okay for me if you want to flirt, as long as you only marry me," she pleaded. I know what she's trying to do. The best I could give back is a little sympathy, a token for nearly two months of dating her. She's a celebrity. Why did I even put myself into this relationship? Straight away, she got what she wanted. She's good in bed, an expert on everything. She can make a man go wild, and that's what I like about her. But in the en
Lizzie . It's all over the internet. The company is facing bankruptcy, and the paparazzi are following Snow, asking questions about it. Snow kept her mouth shut. She poses, smiles perfectly, and acts as if not affected. My father's image was all over the media and the internet, including my stepmother's. They look good together, but she's an immature woman like her daughter, my stepsister, Snow. "Are you sure about it, Liz? I don't think your stepmother will sit back and watch your father's kingdom fall. I can smell trouble. Just be prepared, okay?" I blinked my eyes and sighed. Emma never liked Kristoff, my stepmom and my stepsister. After a heart-to-heart talk with my father, he finally gave up and gave way to my decision. And today, I will visit Kristoff to talk to him about the company. After that, it's time for us to settle down. "I don't trust him, Liz. I have a bad feeling about Kristoff. He's the type of person who always takes advantage of your kindness. Can't you se
Elizalde . "I'm so excited about this!" Mom exclaimed, "I want to meet her," she continued. I heaved countless times, and I couldn't figure out what I would wear. "Let me help you, son." She slightly pushed me away from the wardrobe, and there she went again. My hands are on my hips, and I shake my head as I look behind her. Who wouldn't love to see their mother looking lively like this? I love my mother. She's my ultimate supporter in business and love. She hated all the women I'd dated for years and only wanted Elizabeth for me. This tradition was an agreement they'd made with her best friend. . . Elizabeth's mom. I wouldn't say I don't like her because Elizabeth was a lovely woman. We had a good start back then. I got to know her likes and dislikes, her favorites and everything. We always had Sunday lunch on our farm, and we had fun. But those were the days of good memories. She's not a nice woman and not an ideal wife. But because my mother is sick, I have to do everything
Elizalde . Okay, let's start the real deal. I composed myself, and Donatello opened the door for me. He winked, and I swallowed hard. I've heard all their conversation. This room was built to have a secret room for hearing conversations on the other side. This is where most of my business deals happen whenever I want to do a background check before signing them into our business. When our eyes met, I immediately felt an electrifying feeling inside me. Dammit. Why do I feel this every time I see her? I want to get it out of my system. Our eyes locked. Her deep brown eyes met my blue ones. My jaw tightened as I stepped inside, and she blinked in astonishment when I stopped a meter in front of her. Donatello cleared his throat and introduced me to her. She didn't say a word. Not even a single smile on her face. She remains the same. When I sat down, she turned on her back and took a deep breath. I can feel her tense, which gives me a silver lining of hope. I smiled, but it was qui
Lizzie . I got home feeling defeated, but I will never give up. I will show him what I got. There's no way that he will win this. I have tried to escape all the means to marry him, yet here I am in this war again. It's not yet over, Elizalde! "I can't believe this, dad! Why did you lie?" I looked at my father, desperately looking for answers. "I-I didn't know what was happening. I swear." He raised his right hand, looking at me innocently. Okay, I believe my father. There's no way he will agree to this. "I didn't know what are you talking about, my dearie. Is there something wrong with your meeting with Mr Miranda? What are his demands?" I look at him suspiciously and grab his cold drink. I drink the whole bottle. I need to wake up from this dream. I hope this is just a dream, but it's not. It's a freaking nightmare! I swallowed hard, took a deep breath, and then faced him. "Dad, the owner of the winning bid was no other than Elizalde El Del Real." He blinked in astonishment
Elizalde . "So, are you ready to be tied up?" Faustino formally asked in the corner. All the boys looked at him. "You can't be that serious, Zalde. I thought it was Nestor's turn. But, unfortunately, it looks like your wedding will happen soon before his." Nathaniel chuckled. He looked at Nestor jokingly. "Everyone has its own time, you idiot!" Neo wrapped his arms around Nathaniel's neck, and the young idiot almost choked. Everyone laughs. It was evident Nathaniel was only acting, a character of him. "Cheers for you, bro!" Nestor raised his glass of wine formally, "Congratulations," he continued. "It's not yet final, and I don't want a celebration." I opposed. I have a terrible feeling that something will happen sooner or later. However, reading Lizzie's behavior yesterday, she cannot quickly agree. So, although I am confident with a fifty-fifty chance of winning, I still have to take precautions. It's too early for a celebration. "Who's the lucky girl?" Neo asked. He's the t