“Ugh?” Elena's mouth dropped as she was caught off guard by the question."From your behavior, one could tell how much you don’t like Freya. And not because she did anything to you. But because I favor her," he said as Elena's fist clenched in anger."That doesn’t mean I love you, young master. I am just your employee—"With a swift movement, Damian stood up from the chair and walked up to her. He perched on the table in front of Elena, their faces inches away from each other. Elena couldn’t resist the urge to look at his lips, those lips she always dreamt of kissing one day."You sure?" Damian asked with a husky tone."No," she breathed a reply as she sucked in her breath, her gaze shifting to his eyes. Those determined eyes that turned her on."Good," Damian said and stood upright, his hands in his pocket as his gaze lingered down on her. "Don’t. If you don’t want to get hurt. I don’t have the heart to reciprocate whatever love you have for me, Elena," he said as she looked up at hi
"I investigated her background and found out she is one of the major distributors in the bar. Most of the men who patronize her benefit from her big time. She's a big shot," Marcello explained as Ravenna rubbed her forehead."Are you kidding me right now?" Ravenna hissed."Why the hell would Damian engage with such a person?" She asked, spite written all over her face."I'm not sure, but I got from my intel that they are quite close. Damian wasn't one to deal with drugs. It has to be some other relationship. Something I am not sure of..." Marcello replied slowly, not wanting to incur Ravenna's anger."Are you saying he's sleeping with her? Like having a sexual relationship?" Ravenna asked with an incredulous chuckle, even though she was burning with rage."What other business would a stripper have with a man of Damian's caliber?" Marcello asked as Ravenna scoffed."How dare she use my face to get to him?" Ravenna stood up abruptly."Can you not make a big deal out of this? She just ha
"Hello," Ravenna waved her hand with a smile spread across her lips as she stared at Freya, whose blindfold was removed. From the note, she was directed to a place where she would be picked up and taken to Ravenna thereafter.She didn't realize she would be taken to a yacht on the sea in the cold evening."Where is my niece?" Freya made to lunge at Ravenna but was stopped by the hefty men that stood behind her, the same ones that brought her here."If I were you, I would be obedient because your niece's life depends on my mood. Don't act all slutty with me, girl," Ravenna said calmly as Freya bit her lips, a gesture she always made whenever she was scared. The woman was crazy, but she didn't know she was this crazy.As she remembered her grandma in a pool of blood whom she had taken to the morgue, her blood went cold with fear. Was she crazy not to have told anyone before coming here?"Are you doing this because of a man who doesn't even give a hoot about you?" Freya asked angrily as R
"It’s about that woman," she said at last, her brow furrowing in confusion."What woman?" he asked, still carefully looking at her, as if she were some cup he was using his gaze on."At the bar," she said, and swallowed as the thought of Ravenna made her body go cold. She was damned if she told Damian that she was being blackmailed by Ravenna. Truth be told, she had her own reasons for approaching Damian in the first place. Bad reasons. Like Ravenna said, she wasn't a saint either."Ravenna? Did she trouble you? That pest," Damian hissed as he brushed his hands through his hair, and Freya placed her hand on his shoulder to pacify him. "Nah. She didn't," she replied quickly, and bit her lip."I want to know how to feel about her," she said, as Damian stared at her as if the question wasn't expected."Feel about her? How?" Damian feigned confusion."Do you love her?" she asked as Damian chuckled. "And when did you start asking about my personal life?""Uhm…," Freya bit her lower lip in
"And Elena," Ravenna said as Freya raised a brow."What?" Freya asked with an incredulous chuckle, as if she'd made an absurd request."Why? You claim you have him wrapped around your fingers, and you can't do this small thing?" Ravenna asked with a mocking tone."It's not that. Mr. Santoro doesn't give a damn about Elena. I'll just be wasting my time. Don't tell me you're asking me to stay by his side because of this?" Freya asked."Don't get too confident," Ravenna stated as Freya studied her carefully."I haven't spent so much time with Mr. Santoro, but I know how he feels about Elena," Freya countered."Did he tell you himself, or did you just assume?" Ravenna asked with a challenging look.Freya pressed her lips together as Ravenna studied the apprehensive look on her face. It was working. Whatever mind game she was playing was working, and she enjoyed it."I guess I'll have to confirm for myself," Freya said."Don't do anything stupid," Ravenna warned as she watched Freya carefu
"You don't get to raise your voice at me, Freya," Damian said angrily, as if snapped out of a reverie. She blinked rapidly while panting hard. She turned to look at Elena, who looked more confused."Fuck this," she said angrily and barged out of the office, leaving Damian, who stared at the door and then back at Elena."Are you okay?" he asked with a careful gaze."Yeah. Yeah, I'm good. You should have done that. She looked pretty mad," Elena said as Damian sighed and brushed his hands through his hair."I can't believe you're speaking up for her," Damian said with irritation. "That brat isn't anywhere up to your class.""Ugh?" Elena's mouth dropped."What's with the look?" Damian asked with a raised brow."I thought the two of you-""Two of us what?" Damian asked sarcastically. "I thought to indulge for a while and use her. But she proves to be a crazy bitch. How dare you try to hurt you?" Damian asked rhetorically, a question that caused a stir in Elena's heart. Was her boss taking
"Say something, damn it!" Ravenna snapped angrily as Freya laughed loudly into the phone."Patience, Ravenna. Patience," Freya cooed, only intensifying Ravenna’s impatience.Ravenna fought the urge to respond as she waited. "The truth is, I really don’t have anything to ask of you, Ravenna.""What the hell?" Ravenna asked, almost in a whisper, clearly surprised."Yeah, that’s right. Like I said earlier, I don’t like her. She's the one Mr. Santoro loves. I will get rid of her, put the blame on you, and have Mr. Santoro to myself," she said sarcastically, leaving Ravenna fighting the urge to curse aloud."You crazy bitch! I will find you and kill you!" Ravenna seethed with rage."I’m not scared," she sang in a mocking tone, causing Ravenna's body to shudder. Freya was a maniac. She had messed with the wrong person.The phone slipped from Ravenna’s hand as her whole body shook. This was crazy. How the hell..."Ravenna?" Her dad's voice cut into her thoughts as she turned slowly to look a
Ravenna wouldn't say she had the most ideal night last night as she couldn't get her eyes to close, knowing there was a maniac on a rampage. One she thought she could control.As she woke up from the brief sleep she managed to catch during the midday, with a throbbing headache, a knock came on the door, which opened without waiting for her permission. It was her dad; he was the only person who dared."I see you couldn't get any sleep," he cleared his throat and gave her a scrutinizing gaze."You did, seeing how refreshed you looked," Ravenna stood up from her bed and draped a white linen jacket over herself."Anything from Freya?" Lucian asked, trying to sound like everything was fine."That woman is driving me nuts, and I'm going to go crazy at any point," Ravenna said, staring at her father with her arms folded."Don't look at me. It's all your fault," Lucian said calmly."Are we going to stop the blame game and try to sort things out?" Ravenna asked angrily."You might be intereste