LOGINMassimo's POV ❦━━━━━━━━━━━━༺❀༻━━━━━━━━━━━━❦“Elena,” I call before she completely shuts me out.I have fought enough battles inside my own mind to recognize what retreating into a shell looks like. I know exactly what happens when someone starts building walls around themselves instead of letting people in. And that is exactly what Elena is doing now. The worst part is that I am the one who triggered it.“It's fine,” she says.It clearly isn't fine. Her eyes drop briefly before she forces herself to look composed again. She is pretending to accept my blunder in good faith, and somehow that only makes me feel worse.What could have happened to her to make her this mentally scarred? This emotionally sensitive?“I understand.” Then she turns and starts walking away.Damn it. I move instantly.“Elena.”She doesn’t respond but just keeps walking. I catch her wrist gently causing her to stop but she still does not look at me.“Massimo.”“Whatever
Massimo's POV ⬤ ─── ⬤ ─── ⬤⬤ ─── ⬤ ─── ⬤The last few hours have been a roller coaster of emotion for me. It took all of my willpower to break away from her embrace yesterday, and how am I supposed to continue like this? The time after that had me rethinking if this resolve of mine will even stand the test of time.I am so aware of how close she is even when I try to keep my distance from her. The nurse has informed me she is doing better and her pain has stopped.I try to focus on the plant I ordered. I have had a team of botanists putting it together since her birthday. I wonder if she will like it. If she will caress it the way she blessed the plant at the market that day with her gentle touch.The yacht rocks gently beneath my feet, cutting through the water slowly, leaving a white trail behind it. While somewhere behind me I hear a door open and close. The sea stretches endlessly before me. The afternoon sun reflects across the waves like
Elena's POV ⬤ ● ◉ ◎ ◉ ● ⬤I curl instinctively onto my side. The cramp wakes me before the setting sun does.“Oh...” I wince, sleep still holding on to some part of my brain even as a sharp ache twists low inside my abdomen. The pain is not unbearable. But it's enough to wake me fully and make me squeeze my eyes shut. Apparently menstrual cramps don’t really care whether it’s the evening after your birthday or not.Wonderful.Exactly what I needed.I am paying for all the wrong eating choices I have made on this vacation. I should have known that giving in to my sweet tooth during this vacation would make my menstrual cramps worse.I stay still for another minute, hoping it fades.It doesn't. Instead, another wave rolls through me. I almost groan in pain as I press a hand against my belly.“Seriously?”Of all places… On a yacht. I let out a quiet groan before forcing myself upright.Okay. The doctor aboard the yacht has pain
Elena's POV ⬤ ─── ⬤ ─── ⬤ ⬤ ─── ⬤ ─── ⬤ And then I finally get it. She thinks I set this up to get her.Shit.This is why I wanted to stay hidden. It will take a whole hell of an explanation to get me out of this mess, considering what I have managed to make myself look like. But I have no other choice.“I didn't organize those men to hurt you, Elena, and none of this is a scheme, as you call it. You have this all wrong.”Dammit.Just thinking about those bastards, thinking about what she went through two days ago, has me getting worked up again, especially since I am yet to deal with that blonde snake who started all of this in the first place.“Elena, what did I tell you?”“That you are dying,” she replies, and I almost burst into laughter, but I know that will only make me look weird.I chuckle instead. She is so adorable to be thinking about me right now when I could very well be the cause of her pain.“Elena, can you please
Elena's POV ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦The universe has to be playing a prank on me. What are the odds?“Are they into the BDSM, kinky, dominant stuff you like... Did you finally lose your V-card?”The words replay themselves in my memory all through the night. I couldn't even sleep. It is a mortifying thought.I want to tell myself it doesn't matter and this doesn't change a damn thing. But it does. This fucking changes a lot of things. It changes what I plan to do. I would also be lying if I told myself I didn't fucking sense it. The way her body opens up to a command, the way her breath hitches with every demand.And my damn fate had to bring her to me just when I am about to die. Now I can’t be reckless. Shit. I can’t taint her when I won’t be here to fix it. One would think it's a simple conclusion and that solves it, but no! I can’t think straight. I'm like a teenage boy crazed about his insanely pretty crush, daydreaming of a li
Elena's POV ✧ ───── ✧ ⋆ ☼ ⋆ ✧ ───── ✧I take my leave from the dinner table with a courteous excuse. To my surprise, Massimo doesn’t follow me. As I step out, I notice a woman walking behind me.I turn to look at her.“I have been instructed to show you your room, ma’am,” she says.I nod and step aside to let her lead the way.Where exactly was I heading to in the first place?My mind is an overburdened space right now. And how is it that my thoughts get even more crowded the more I speak with this man?Is he really serious about what he said? Is he really dying?No!This is all his scheme. None of this is real.I have managed to attract a stalker who is a master at messing with my head. It doesn’t help that I’m sleep-deprived, and my brain isn’t functioning optimally right now. I am going to get some sleep and then wake up and face this with a clear mind.By the time the lady ushers me to my room, something suddenly dawns on me. I hav
Massimo’s POVI burst through the door.And then I find myself in a poorly lit alley. The cold night rushes in, hitting me sharply like a slap. The alley stretches in front of me, deserted and for a moment I see nothing.Then my phone is already in my hand."Don?""Lock down every road leaving Marb
Massimo’s POVDear God she does exist. I have spent the last five days tailing her just to prove she isn't real. But she is.She is here with a group of friends now at a bar. The parking lot outside Mirador del Viento bar is as empty as any overpriced exclusive bar could be under the warm Marbel
Massimo's POV"No,you can’t… you can’t do this…" Viktor shrieks.Over the last few years I had known this day would come. The day when I would have the last of Spain’s most feared dons VIcktor cowering before me on the top of my three-storey building torture house right in the middle of the busies
Elena’s POV.“Traveling to 'Valencia' is a bad idea, Elena!” My best friend Ingrid yells.Something is wrong with me. And I have known this for a while although I tried to fight it at first but I have since learned that this is how I am, my nature.I love being told what to do, being obedient. I lov







