Daphne's POV The gate squeaked when the AMG drove in, that familiar ache fluttered in my stomach when I placed a foot down, my heart racing when I saw my father, a smile highlighted at the edge of his lips, one that widened into a tiny laugh as I approached him. Hands were thrown over me as laughter echoed through the air, with me diving into his arms. “ Father” I squeezed my eyes tight, savoring his embrace as I had always done. It seemed like forever since I did this. His hands ran through my hair, caressing it gently before he pulled me away to take a proper glance at me. “ You don't look bad. You don't feel jet lag, do you?” I shook my head, giving him an answer as the trolley was pushed past, it contained my bags and buses. “So tell me…” he implored as we turned to walk. “You met him, what was he like?” My heart raced, and I stopped in track, pushing a smile up my face. “Everything you said. Cunning and I can't really place my hand on it …” I tried to find the right word
Lorenzo’s POVPropping myself up by an arm, I glanced at the figure strapped to the chair, still unconscious or so she seemed. As a last resort, I had brought her to the penthouse, the very one I would rather not be in. I had thought about how she wasn't fit to be in the warehouse, going back to the mansion was a no because the kids would see, so I had brought her over. Hopefully, a part of me hoped still that she was Daphne, even when everything told me she wasn't. Her tattoos, her purple hair and even her eyes told me that she wasn't the one, but I think I was hoping for too much. A sneer echoed across the empty hall, still draped with white clothes as she fluttered her eyes open, boring them at me. A part of me hitched when her eyes gazed around confused, not a flinch telling me she recalled anything. “How. Dare. You?” She roared. “ Do what?” I pushed myself up, squatting beside her. The ropes bound around her gave me an image that I didn't want to keep. It wouldn't be great
Daphne's POV I tried to dab off the trickles of tears that had run down my cheek while wondering what exactly it was. Why did I feel plunged by this overwhelming sadness when I flipped my head around? Why do I feel my heart being torn apart when Lorenzo had wrapped his hands around my throat? Was I hurt by that? Or could it be….my eyes drifted to the windows, which were tightly shut, dissuading my assumption that it might be the reason? If I wasn't feeling this way because a speck of dust might have flung into my eyes or the windy air had rushed in, then what could be the source of this? I tried to get an answer, but it just wouldn't cluster together. Running a quick glance around, I noticed how Lorenzo wasn't here before the hair in my back rose when crashing noises came in. I couldn't stay plunged in thought, I had to leave. I couldn't stay strapped to the chair when I had to be somewhere else. Pushing my finger down, I heaved in relief when I grazed the edge of my knife, whil
Daphne's POV“No” I shook my head as I tried pleading with Jaden, this couldn't be happening to me, not now, not today of all days.“ You told me that you wouldn't break my heart, remember…we had memories together, Jaden, so please....”I shut my eyes, before flicking them open, my hands around his wrist. “It is over, Daphne!” I stood transfixed to the spot as he shoved me aside before walking past me. For the first time, since he had walked away from me, shoving me to the side just so he could walk through, my tears refused to drop and when they did, they came first in little lines, flowing down my face ceaselessly. I shut my eyes trying as hard as I could to blink them back but no matter how hard I tried to, I just couldn't stop it. I leaned against the wall, my back hitting the rough wall before breaking down in tears. I let them all out, all the tears that I have held in after Jaden had called it quit a moment ago, when he had looked me in the eyes and muttered to my face that I
Daphne's POVI flicked my eyes open, taking in my surroundings before trying to get memories of what had happened again, but my brain was muddled, yelping out in pain, I placed a hand on my temple, robbing gently on it hoping that it would alleviate the headache that I was feeling, but it didn't help as I tried to shake the fog which had clouded my mind. With my mouth open, I swallowed when I saw my clothes littered over the room. I stood up abruptly, taking a look at my face in the mirror. The throbbing headache I felt earlier intensified, and I couldn't get rid of this sinking feeling in my stomach that seemed to pull me down with it, my makeup was smeared, my hair a mess and when my gaze wandered to the dresser, the memories came flooding in, slow at first, but they came in, harder later on. “You shouldn't have done that” I grunted, feeling disgusted at myself. I had thrown caution to the wind just to pay Jaden for what he had done to me and now that I was faced with what I had
Daphne's POV“This is the fifth time you are retching, are you sure you aren't going for that test? The test kit is over there on the sink, you know?” She tried convincing me, but I wasn't having it.“ He made sure I took post pills before leaving his hotel room, Irene,” I reminded her, while turning on the faucet, letting it run for a while before splashing water on my face. “ Yes, you did, but just to be on the safe side, how about you take it, at least to dispel whatever thought I am having”she screamed back at me. “ I am not still taking the test, so come off it” I walked sluggishly toward her while pouting my lips. It has been four weeks since I last saw Mr. Stranger and somehow, he left a lasting impression on me. I couldn't quite fix my hands on it. If it was the sex or the way he had insulted me afterward, but still, I just couldn't. “Stop daydreaming” Irene snapped her fingers at me, while I was staring into the dark oblivion, going through one of my many flashbacks.“I a
Lorenzo's POV“Take them all away” I pointed at the apparatus that had been used by the media team. With hands placed akimbo, I took large strides toward the window, staring at the booming city, the very one I had built, and I ruled over, before running a hand through my hair as what the old man had said hit me again. "Come with your fiancée today, Lorenzo, or I will hand over the company to Jaden'' I pulled at my tie angrily, before yanking it to a side, as the word he had said resonated. I didn't know how at age twenty-seven, I was being considered old, I had earned the respect of all, both young and old and everyone feared me except one person. The young lady who had slammed me with a hundred dollar bill, even when I had given her more than that. Somehow, she had impressed me with her actions. I had done what I wasn't supposed to do, have sex with a random stranger unprotected at that, but it had happened in my moment of weakness. I had seen her, Trisha, my first love, and yet
Lorenzo's POVWhen the car drove into the familiar estate, I dragged in a deep breath because eventually, I had to do this, and it was better that I got it over with. “ Lorenzo” Helena scurried out, her heels clacking as she raced down to me, hooking her arms around mine as we counted the steps down to the huge sitting room, where I knew my father was going to be at. “ I thought you weren't coming, you made father mad you know, although the interview went well, he is ranting about how you should give him a grandchild pretty soon” “ What about you?” I threw my head at you. “What happened to getting his favorite and only daughter to get him one?” I knew the answer to that already, Drago would do everything to keep Helena by his side. He loved her because she was a replica of our mother and since the moment our mother died, he made sure he spoiled her to the tilt, giving her whatever it was she wanted. Only the best for my angel, he would say. While I went through rigorous trainin