EmmaAndrew pulled the car out of the parking lot and said goodbye to some people, including the pathetic blond. I couldn't understand why I was feeling this way. It was terrible.I felt the silence in the car to be deafening. Andrew drove as if nothing else around him mattered; he didn't look at me, and I avoided his gaze as well. The atmosphere was strange, as always.I sat in the passenger seat beside him, gazing out the tinted window, and everything looked beautiful. I wished life were as simple as it seemed. But, in reality, it was entirely different.I discreetly observed him; there was something in his aura that I couldn't decipher. It seemed like there was so much pain in his heart. Andrew was a mysterious and silent person. He kept everything to himself. But still, I could imagine what he was like deep down.It was strange. He could be an extremely calculating and aggressive man, but at the same time, he made me completely excited.My head was pounding a bit, maybe because I

Emma Andrew's strong hand was securely wrapped around my waist. We were spooning, and I stared at the ceiling, unable to free myself from his embrace. I should have nipped this in the bud. When I'm in his bed, in his arms, I feel unique, like his woman. But I know that, for most couples, it's symbolic - union and love. Our marriage was nothing more than a scheme from which he would benefit. All of this only reminded me that I belonged to him, and it didn't sound romantic. I was his, like his property. I won't lie and be hypocritical; being with him was wonderful. The way he knew how to touch me and make me feel sensations I never imagined experiencing was unique. I bet a thousand women dreamed of having Andrew DeLuca as their husband. But not me. I tried to break free from the spooning position because I needed to use the bathroom. But Andrew began to move, and then his husky voice echoed through the room. "Are you going to run away again like the first time?" he asked with a ton

Andrew DeLuca The smell of coffee invaded my nostrils, and I went in search of something good in this place so that we could have breakfast and leave for the mansion. I had already given the command to my driver. “Is there anything good for breakfast?” I asked the receptionist, who was insinuating herself to me. “There are several breakfast options, would you like me to accompany you, and we can take a walk around the hotel?” she asked in a provocative voice. “No, thanks, I'll manage,” I said firmly. I hated propositioning women! It was no fun. I sorted out a tray of bread and some fruit. The hotel was pretty shabby, but that's what we found for the night. Worry still lingered in the back of my mind, as I feared it was a trap, that they had punctured my tire on purpose. I climbed the steps with my tray in hand, heading for the bedroom, which was only a little way away. Suddenly, I heard a scream, it was Emma's voice pronouncing my name. “ANDREW!!!” her voice echoed through the

EmmaI was more determined than ever to find a way to escape that damned place. As the moments of silence dragged on, I began to explore the shed in search of any glimmer of hope. I knew my life depended on it. I wasn't sure of anything. When you're kidnapped, trapped in a place where it feels like you can't even breathe properly, your survival instinct takes over.I felt along the cold, dark walls, searching for hidden tools or weaknesses in the shed's security. Every inch I explored felt like a small victory, even if nothing stood out immediately; I needed to get out of there.The doubt about what Andrew DeLuca felt for me wouldn't leave me. Who was I to him? Just a waitress, someone he used and discarded. However, deep in my heart, a small glimmer of hope remained, the hope that he might care for me, that he would come to save me.Minutes turned into hours as I investigated every corner of that dreadful shed. But to no avail, I couldn't find anything to help me.“Damn it,” I grumbl

EmmaI couldn't believe what I had just heard. This situation was much more complex than I had imagined, and I had no idea that Andrew had a brother. Revenge was intertwined with this kidnapping in a way that made me even more apprehensive.The sound of two knocks on the door startled me. My heart started to race, and I immediately got off the toilet lid. The guard seemed suspicious of what I was doing."Get out of there, what are you doing?" he growled with a threatening expression."I'm on my way, can't I have some privacy to do my business?" I replied with a hint of sarcasm.I carefully opened the bathroom door, and he eyed me suspiciously but didn't say anything more. Men like him thought they had some power, but in reality, they were just pawns in a dangerous game.I sat back down in the chair, feeling the weight of the information I had overheard. I didn't know whether I should tell Andrew or not. It could be the key to getting out of here, or it could further complicate things.