“Ma’am, you can’t go inside like that!” the woman outside Richard’s office tried to stop Elena, standing between her and the door.Elena frowned, shooting daggers at the poor woman’s already panicked eyes. “I need to see your boss.” She gritted out, not in the mood to take anyone’s shit. She wanted to see that crazy ex-husband of hers. She wanted to knock some sense into his bloody head, right fucking now.“And you will,” the woman said calmly. “But first, you need to calm down.”There was a sense of familiarity in her posture as if she knew who exactly Elena was.Good. That meant she wouldn’t have to waste time introducing herself. Not that she had any plans to. She just wanted to get rid of this fucking bastard who couldn’t mind his own fucking business?What was his problem anyway? Why couldn’t he just leave her alone? Sure, by exposing him and his affair with Cecelia she might have invited his attention back onto her but did he really need to make her life hell every single second
Elena stormed out of McDowell’s office building and slipped into her car.The woman was beyond furious. What the hell did Richard think of himself? How could he be so arrogant? So egotistical? Did he really think she would fall for his bullshit again? Did he really think he could control her?Elena had no doubt that Richard had hired that PI to spy on her. The PI had admitted that himself. Her guards were highly skilled professionals who knew how to get information without anyone knowing that they were doing it, and yet he had somehow managed to follow them without raising any suspicions whatsoever. Either her guards were incompetent or that PI was very good at his job. Either way, it pissed Elena off to no end.She gripped the phone in her hand tightly and tried to calm herself down before asking the driver to take her to her office. She needed to cool off before making any decisions. She needed to think this through without letting her emotions cloud her judgment. She had accepted h
Simon sat in the conference room and listened quietly as one of his employees talked on and on about some stupid idea he had come up with. He stared blankly ahead while thinking about something else entirely.It wasn’t normal for Simon to be distracted so easily. He was a man of focus and determination. When he put his mind to something, he gave it one hundred per cent of himself. But right now, he couldn’t concentrate on anything except the woman who had haunted his dreams for the last few years.There was something about Elena Matthews he couldn’t shake off. Something that drew him towards her despite the fact that she hated his guts. This was the exact reason he kept his identity hidden for so long. He knew, if she came to realize who he was, and how he was related to Richard and his family, she would have never given in to him. That one-night stand between them wouldn’t have happened and she definitely wouldn’t have agreed to carry on their casual affair beyond its expiration date
Elena stared at the invitation at her table and lifted her eyes to see what Betty Adams had to say about it.When Betty didn’t get the clue and simply shifted uncomfortably in her place, as if not sure what was suddenly so wrong, Elena had no choice but to speak it out loud.“What the hell is it?”Betty pushed the glasses up her nose and quickly jumped to an explanation. “Oh, that’s…that’s an invitation for dinner from the Pestov family.”Elena raised a brow, not sure if she had heard that name before. “From whom?”“The Pestov family, ma’am. Your brother, Mr Matthews, was on good terms with them. They even had a few projects together before…before…” the poor girl struggled to finish her sentence. She knew how much it hurt her boss to talk about her beloved brother. Painful memories always resurfaced whenever his name was mentioned.Elena stared blankly at Betty before shifting her gaze back at the invitation. “Before my brother went into a coma.” Elena finished the sentence, handling
The Pestov’s castle was far from the main city and was unbelievably huge. Everything about the place spoke of money and old traditional values.Elena’s car pulled up next to the driveway. She stepped out, staring at the massive building in front of her. She didn’t want to admit it out loud, but she was a little intimidated by the whole place. After what Betty had told her about the family—whatever little information she could garner through the internet and other means—she knew it was about to be one of the most important nights of her life.She had no clue what exactly made her think so. Maybe it was all the secrecy surrounding them, or maybe it was the fact that they knew her brother on a personal level, enough for them to make him part of their family dinners, either way, she knew that she couldn’t take this opportunity for granted. She would have to keep her eyes and ears open, and try to gather as much information as possible.Elena took a deep breath and started walking towards
Roman Pestov was trouble. Elena could see that even from a mile away.He was charming and flirtatious, always saying the right thing to make Elena laugh. And she hated that she was enjoying herself so much, especially when she was here for answers, not to make friends.But then again, perhaps this was the only way she could get them to lower their guards around her. Perhaps if they took a liking to her, it would be much easier for her to gain their trust. After all, Roman was already on her side, flirting and complimenting her. All she needed to do was play her part and keep him happy.Easy enough, Elena thought as she took a bite of the delicious food served before her. She glanced over to Roman, who was busy talking to one of the guests, telling them about an incident in Russia. Elena couldn’t help but listen to him as he talked animatedly, all the while exchanging glances with his brother, Danis, who seemed to talking to no one in particular, just nodding and humming whenever his p
Simon noticed the changes in Elena’s expression in slow motion.Normally, she was good at keeping her thoughts to herself, sometimes even better than good. But right then, as Nina Pestov revealed their relationship among the dozen attendees, her thoughts were somehow written all over her face. She couldn’t hide the way questions rose in her head, the way she frowned and tipped her face to the side as if wondering what the hell was going on.Not liking what he was seeing, he tore his gaze away from Elena, focusing instead on Nina Pestov, who was beaming proudly. He had the terrible urge to roll his eyes, not sure how she could act as if everything between them was alright when it clearly wasn’t.Nina placed her hand on his shoulder, squeezing it lightly. Simon fought the urge to pull away from her touch, knowing that it would be rude. Not that he cares—not even a bit—but he couldn’t exactly create a scene as well. He was curious to find out why she was interested in making contact with
Elena was glad the dinner was finally over.Damn! She had never felt more uncomfortable in her life. Being surrounded by people with unlimited wealth was one thing, but being trapped in a room with men like Simon, Roman and Ian Pestov was something else. They all had the vibes of Alpha males, and seemed to be competing for dominance somehow. Elena had no idea what was going on between them, but she was certain that Roman was doing his best to piss Simon off. And damn, he was succeeding.After Simon had hit the table, effectively breaking his fork in the process, Nina had quickly ushered Elena out of the dining room. Elena had no idea what Nina was thinking, but she was grateful to her nevertheless. She had hated seeing Simon upset. He seemed like he was struggling to control his anger, and Elena had no doubt that if he had stayed there for another second, he would have ended up punching Roman right in the face.Nina led Elena to her bedroom, gesturing for her to take a seat on the cou