Damien As I made my way to the office, a heavy weight settled in the pit of my stomach, a familiar sense of unease that had become all too common in recent days. The mere thought of my father, Vito, being back in the company sent a shiver down my spine, reigniting old wounds and stoking the embers of resentment that smoldered beneath the surface.The truth was, I couldn't stand the sight of him—the man who had not only abandoned me as a child but had also endangered the woman I loved not once, but twice. His presence in the company was a constant reminder of the painful past that I had worked so hard to overcome, a bitter pill that I was forced to swallow with each passing day.But it wasn't just his past transgressions that irked me; it was also his arrogance, his sense of entitlement, and his blatant disregard for anyone else's feelings or opinions. He waltzed back into Renaissance as if he owned the place, strutting around like a peacock with a chip on his shoulder, his mere prese
Isabella "It's time, ma'am," A large man in a black suit approached Camilla and me where we were having our tense-filled discussion. I assumed that the man was her bodyguard."I am guessing that we are not done with this discussion," I said to her as she stood up."You are correct, Isabella, there will always be something to talk about. I guess this is the card that life has dealt us with," She replied."So until we meet again?" I asked sarcastically."Ciao," Camilla muttered offhandedly and followed the big man outside to where are convertible was waiting.I watched quietly through the windows of the boutique as she entered her car and the driver zoomed off with her to wherever she was needed.The events of the day replayed in my mind like a relentless torrent, each moment more vivid and unsettling than the last. The encounter with Camilla at the boutique had left me shaken to my core, a chilling reminder of the dangers that lurked in the shadows, waiting to strike when least expect
Damien As I sat at my desk in the CEO's office, the weight of frustration and indignation pressed heavily upon my shoulders. Despite holding the highest position in the company, I couldn't shake the feeling that my authority was being undermined at every turn, particularly by Camilla Valdez.Her subtle but unmistakable displays of disrespect grated on my nerves, a constant reminder of the power struggle that simmered beneath the surface of Renaissance. It was as if she reveled in belittling me, in asserting her dominance over me, despite my position as CEO.But it wasn't just Camilla who tested my patience; there were others within the company who seemed all too eager to challenge my authority. Whether it was through subtle insubordination or outright defiance, their actions served as a constant reminder of the fragile balance of power that existed within the organization.I clenched my fists in frustration, my jaw tight with suppressed anger as I contemplated the implications of the
Isabella To what could have been. I read slowly from the pleasantly perfumed card and instantly, I knew who it was with a dreadful realization. I must have looked pale because Emilio was present when it happened."Isabella, you seem quite pale, should I be worried?" Emilio asked politely as we exited the boutique."It's him," I said. "He knows that I am here," I added looking around in terror.Emilio hastily guarded me towards the vehicle that brought him here and ushered me inside. I tried to stay calm as he got into the driver's seat and ignited the car. "How can you be certain that he is the one behind it," Emilio asked me as he drove me home. I could see how he occasionally threw a watchful glance at the side and rearview mirror as he drove."Because of what he wrote," I answered. "It was not just that alone but how he knew what words to use," I added.Emilio sighed wearily as he drove us home. "If only I had been in your life, all these would not be happening," He muttered pain
Damien I was amid enemies. I could not tell who was my ally in my quest to run this company that seemed to take more from me and give nothing back in return. And as the stakes got more higher, the deadly it became to work at Renaissance. The cleansing as Emilio put was already underway and I could feel the palpable tension at my place of work. It was as if everyone knew something was going to happen but did not know exactly what it was. As I scrolled through the newsletter on my PC, I came across a name that I did not believe I was going to see again. There was nothing particularly thought-provoking about the contents of the newsletter but I knew that it was a secret message. It had some keywords that racked my mind with memories from my military days. I suspected that it had something to do with the Renaissance but I was not so sure yet. Quickly, I got to work to decipher the hidden code making sure to carefully write out the keywords. After a few minutes of brain-racking, I fin
Damien As I received the anonymous clue, a surge of curiosity coursed through my veins, mingling with a tinge of apprehension at the unknown. The cryptic message hinted at a secret location, shrouded in mystery and intrigue, drawing me into its enigmatic embrace like a moth to a flame.With each step I took towards the old golf club, perched atop the upper edge of the city where the wealthy elite resided, the sense of anticipation grew stronger, fueling my determination to uncover the truth behind the clandestine invitation.As I arrived at the gates of the golf club, I couldn't help but marvel at its grandeur, the sprawling green expanse stretching out before me like a verdant oasis amidst the urban jungle. The air was thick with the scent of freshly trimmed grass and the distant sound of laughter and conversation drifted on the breeze, a testament to the camaraderie shared among the club's privileged members.I couldn't help but feel a pang of curiosity as I wondered who could have
ISABELLA Thoughts of Natalia, Damien's ex-fiancée, loomed large in my mind, casting a shadow of uncertainty over my every thought and action. I knew all too well the depths of Natalia's wealth and influence, the power she wielded like a weapon against anyone who dared to stand in her way.Natalia was a force to be reckoned with, a woman accustomed to getting what she wanted, when she wanted it. Her family's wealth and connections afforded her a level of influence that was unrivaled, her every whim catered to by an army of loyal servants and sycophants.I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease at the thought of crossing paths with Natalia once again, knowing full well the danger she posed to me and those I held dear. She was a master manipulator, skilled at weaving webs of deception and intrigue to ensnare her prey, and I knew that I stood no chance against her formidable arsenal of weapons.But even as fear gnawed at the edges of my consciousness, I refused to let it consume me. I
Damien I was getting impatient with the way this man was baiting me. I was feeling a little self-conscious because I did not like being baited."What exactly is the problem?" I demanded."You are my problem, Damien. Ever since you walked into that police station, everything I built right from scratch is gone!" He said."So you sent me a secret rendezvous just to bitch to me," I let out maliciously before I turned to leave."I know where Robert is," He called after me and I stopped abruptly in my track. I sighed. I wondered why him of all people could was playing such an expensive joke."Michael Stryker. Are you shitting me?" I firmly asked.He walked over to where I stood and stopped. It was a little bit dramatic the way he did but I was too pissed to care."Damien Moretti, I shit you not," Michael said in a low tone. I could tell that he was serious."I am guessing that you do not want to tell me without a price," I said."You know me so well," He spat maliciously.I scoffed at him.