CHAPTER 104EVA'S POVThe board of directors had called a meeting at the Railings Corp. There was obviously something of importance to be discussed and it would be none other than officially signing over the company to my own Lorena Railings.I hummed to myself excitedly as I got ready. Of course I had to remind myself that I'd have to start a little drama at the meeting, talking about how unfair it would be for my son to be left out of his inheritance. But deep down, I knew it didn't matter to me wether Liam got it or not. He couldn't run a company even if his life depended on it and letting him be at the forefront would have been disastrous. It was better that I had someone with a sensible head on her neck even if I'd have to teach her from scratch. At least that way, I would be able to fashion her into the kind of woman I should have been if my father had given me the chance to run his company.My father had told me once that I lacked compassion. He said it didn't just take an iron
CHAPTER 105TWO YEARS LATERARIANA'S POVThe air smelt amazing. We were having barbecue in the garden and everyone was up and about trying to set things up. I sat down and stared at the beautiful view in front of me, and no, it wasn't just the garden but the people present there, here, with me.A smile formed on my lips as I watched Alex and Avery, Lorena's and Andrew's twins playing with each other and running around with their tiny feet. They each held a ball and tossed it around."Be careful kids, don't run too fast or you'll fall." I screamed."Like they'd listen." Leonora said, sitting next to me.I chuckled and planted a kiss on her head. "How's the baby doing?" I asked, rubbing my hand on her protruding stomach."Ah he's kicking every minute and messing with my bladder." She replied with a laugh."I'm sure he'll be just as restless as his father." Lorena said, placing a plate on the table."Hey, who says I'm restless?!" Devon asked, laughing. "That should be Nora." He replied,
Chapter oneLORENA'S POV A loud thud and an even louder crash sounded above me. Hoarse, threatening voices yelled at maximum volume, their vibrating timbre echoing though the house.I placed a trembling hand over my mouth and shut my eyes tight. Maybe they would go away if I ignored them or pretended they weren't up there, tearing through our shabby little house. But the noises grew louder.I squinted and focused my senses to decipher what they were saying, it was difficult to hear through the clanging of metals and breaking of ceramic plates and vases. But with a little more focus, I heard them."Where's the money Tanner? Are you taking me for a fool? I gave you more time than you asked for but you still haven't paid what you owe. Bring me the fucking money."Goodness! It was another one of my father's creditors. How much had he gambled away this time? It was uncomfortable in my underground room where I'd spent my whole life, all twenty- two years of it. But I couldn't leave. My pa
CHAPTER TWO LORENA'S POV It couldn't possibly be him! But I couldn't deny what was right in front of me. It had been six years since I last saw him but his face was forever etched in my mind.He never told me his name, so I had no idea who he was, only that I needed to help him. I had to save his life or he would die.Six years ago, I had snuck out of the house when my mother had gone to the bakery and my father had been out gambling as usual. I was left alone in the house with no one to talk to and nothing to do.For years, the only contact I had with the outside world was what I watched through the window in the living room, peeking through closed curtains. I knew the neighbors and their kids but had never even spoken to them. I would watch Celine and her little brother Conner accompany their parents to their small farm just a few metres from their house. They looked happy and contented.I didn't even have a brother, or a sister, and no friends either. I was sixteen years old and
CHAPTER THREEANDREW'S POV.The house was really small and shabby, it looked more like a shack than a house where people could live, at least compared to the mansion I grew up in.I got a whiff of bread, warm and fresh out of the oven. Or was it pancake? Whatever it was, it smelled really good. But I wasn't there for the pastries, I was there for business.Serious business.I had to prove to my father that I was a worthy son, that he could trust me with the business, especially since he was incapacitated from the accident. I may not be a Don like he was, at least not yet, but I could handle the business as efficiently as he could.This was just a test, to see if I could take over from him when he retired, and the task was simple."Let's go." I said to the guys when we got out of the Chevrolet suburban SUV.I heard a slight scrambling sound from within.Good. They were home, and scared.I nodded towards my boys and one of them stepped forward and kicked the door open. The old hinges br
CHAPTER FOURSARAH'S POVTWENTY-TWO YEARS AGOLoneliness. Silence. Chaos. Pain.All of these described my life as vividly as you can imagine. My life was a mess and the fact that I was helpless and could do nothing to fix it exacerbated my worries. My husband was sweet. He tried to distract me from my painful reality and succeeded once in a while to make me smile. But as soon as he was gone for the day's work, I was left with the emptiness and silence that had become my companion.Marcus and I had been married for seven years and had been trying to have a baby but couldn't. I had had several miscarriages already and was exhausted from trying. We both were. But we wanted children desperately.Things got worse.I had gotten pregnant again and hoped that it would stay this time, but it didn't. I lost the baby at sixteen weeks and this time, the doctor told me I couldn't have a child. Ever.The news broke me and I fell into depression. It was hard to get out of bed, to even bake,which w
Chapter fiveLORENA'S POVI could hardly breathe. Fear had paralyzed my entire being. Was I really not going to see my parents ever again? Would I really have to live with this evil stranger who wanted nothing but to make my life miserable? How could he forcefully separate a woman from her family? How could he be so heartless?The men sitting beside me weren't making things any better. They looked scary with their black, well tailored suit and bulky build. They had dark shades on which aided their stern look and I felt so small in the midst of them.I had been screaming and kicking since the drive to an unknown destination started but they paid me no mind. I was exhausted now, too weak to continue my tantrums. It wasn't working anyway. Instead, I sat still, studying their faces and occasionally, the scenery outside the car window. The glass was tinted so I knew no one could see through from the outside. I could look freely.It was beautiful outside. I thought so the first time I left
Chapter sixJACOB'S POVThe soft bed was now a thorn in my flesh, like the prickly thorns on roses. I had been stuck here for months after the accident and since then, time seemed to crawl by. It was hard, laying here in pain and not being able to supervise my casinos and company. Being bedridden was the worst thing that could've ever happened to me, but there was nothing I could do about it. The doctor said I had torn the ligaments in my legs and I wouldn't be able to walk for a while, quite a while they said. I had to undergo therapy if I was to regain the use of my legs.I was getting better now though, or maybe I just got used to the pain. Pain was nothing new to me. I built my empire with my blood and sweat. I didn't inherit my wealth from my parents neither did they contribute anything into making me the man that I am. They were poor church rats and couldn't offer me anything, nothing close to the life I wanted. So, I had to work extra hard to acquire everything I had. I was a