GYPSY'S POVMy heart is beating so hard against my ribcage that I'm afraid it'll burst out any moment from now.I'd been so close. So fucking close to leading Enzo outside and telling him the whole truth about who I truly am.If only someone hadn't rang the doorbell. Speaking of which, it's been about ten minutes since Enzo stepped outside, and my courage is slowly fizzling out.I jump in my seat when the door clicks open. Enzo enters, his eyes pinned on me as he closes the door and walks towards me.There's no warmth on his face unlike earlier, causing ice-cold fear to run through my veins. Why does he look so off? Like he's trying hard to control his emotions.“You said you had something to tell me?” He asks, his voice cool. Way too cool. And he doesn't even bother to sit down first.“Uh...yes, I...” I lick my lips nervously. Should I tell him?He doesn't look like he's in a good mood. Whoever came to ring the bell obviously pissed him off. Maybe I should wait till he has calmed dow

GYPSY'S POVA loud groan stirs me awake, making me realize that I finally did fall asleep after spending several restless hours in the couch in Enzo's room.Yawning, I blink my eyes open to find Enzo getting into a sitting position on his bed. He stiffens when he sees me and then glares at me, but obviously his headache is stronger than his need to glare at me because he lets out another groan while holding his head.I quickly rush to his side. “Enzo, are you...”He slaps my hand away when I attempt to touch him. I step back with a sigh and watch as he gets up to his feet. He stumbles a bit but finally manages to study himself enough to rush into the bathroom. Seconds, later, I hear retching sounds.He's obviously having a hangover. He must have drank a whole lot last night.Rummaging through his bedside drawers, I thankfully find an Advil. After going to get some water from the kitchen, I make my way back into the bedroom.Enzo is still puking into the toilet bowl when I step into th

GYPSY'S POVGrabbing the rest of my dresses from the closet, I stuff them in my suitcase which is on the bed. My chest is heavy, as if a thousand weights are pressing on it, making breathing a not-so-easy task.I've just returned from spending the whole day with my son at Mrs. Mehra's house. The only reason I didn't bring him back is because Mrs. Mehra thinks Enzo and me are still in the honeymoon phase and wouldn't allow it.I smile, recalling how annoyed Zeke got when I kept being all affectionate with him, being all touchy and kissy. He's used to me being affectionate but I guess I confused him today because I did it too much. If only he knew that he was almost taken away from me.And when he kissed me on the forehead, looked me in the eyes, and told me that he loved me very much, I nearly broke down in front of him. And now I'm more sure than ever that I will die if anything happens to him.That's why I've come to a decision: I'm going to disappear with my son.Falcon doesn't kn

“Ladies and Gentlemen, I assure you that this crisis we're experiencing is only temporary and is going to disappear as quickly as it appeared. Please excuse me. This meeting is over.”Enzo gave a curt nod to the board members before walking out of the board meeting room, letting out an exhausted sigh as he stepped outside. He hated these kinds of meetings. Even though he was the majority share holder with 80% shares, he still had to explain things and give assurance to other members of the board and investors.But of course he couldn't tell them that he knew the real cause of the crisis they were experiencing.They would want to take action, and he knew that there was no way they'll understand Gypsy and why she had to do it.Speaking of whom, he was missing her like hell. Leaving her side a few hours ago for this board meeting had been a hellish decision to make. He'd almost cancelled at the last minute until Gypsy had told him to go ahead.He couldn't wait to get back to her side. N

It's been two days. Two fucking days since Falcon took Gypsy. Two fucking days of lying to Purab and Zeke that their mothers were okay. Two fucking days of living with an anguish I never imagined I could feel. And still no phone call from Falcon or anything.I'm trying to listen to Dante and stick to the plan but it's becoming harder to hold myself back from storming into Falcon's Casino and getting myself killed.Especially when it's more than obvious that he isn't keeping Gypsy at that Casino.I feel my phone chime with a notification. Lightening up the screen, I see that I've been sent a picture by an unknown number.Once I unlock my phone, every cell in my body tenses up as I look at the picture sent to me by the unknown number.It's a picture of Gypsy chained in a chair, blood sliding down her chin.“What is it, Enzo?” Dante springs up from the couch to whip the phone out of my hand.“Fuck!” He stares at the picture with anger burning in his eyes.“I'm going to kill him. I'm fuc