Lahat ng Kabanata ng Falling in love with the Devil’s son: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

ELENAI wish there was a way I could step out of my body and give myself some pretty good beating.Enough to knock some sense into myself.How could I have opened my legs again, for the same man that betrayed me? Indirectly sold me out to the Grants?I still couldn’t understand what he meant when he said he intentionally put the Grants on my radar.Did he mean he’d intentionally put me in danger, or he’d intentionally wanted me swallowed, crushed, spat out, smeared across the streets…?Which was it?I was just disappointed I’d let my body fall for his touch again. How could I let him touch me again, after finding out he was engaged? How could I let him touch me again without any real commitment?Heaven knows I wasn’t doing shit with him again. I would stab everywhere in my body, so I could feel real pain that would wake me up from that stupid lust—of course that was it— before I let him touch me again.My new plan was to face my work, get back everything that was stolen from me, and m

ATLASThe elevator dinged on the ground floor, and I tried as much as I could to stride out casually, adjusting my tie and smoothening a hand over it.I couldn’t let everyone know that I was worked up. That I was enraged to my bones.Of course, I never wear my emotions on my sleeves that way. I have to act coordinated. I have to be coordinated, if I want to get anything done.And I have a whole fucking lot to get done.I didn’t even bother going in search of my asshole of a brother anymore. I was fuming about how low my father had spoken of Elena.I mean, even if he didn’t like her, how could he call her a deadweight?Oh the itch that had so begged to be scratched. The itch to make it clear to my father in a tone as stern as his, that Elena, this woman I was completely mesmerized by, was nowhere near a deadweight, and was actually a woman to die for, if they at least try to get to know her.Instead of all this bullying…The only reason I didn’t scratch that itch, however, the only rea

ATLASWhat truly did catch my heart, was the way this caregiver with bouncy blonde hair and hazel green eyes handled my mother with absolute care and gentleness, like she was hers.She washed my mother’s hands and feet with tender movements, her eyes crinkling at the corners as she smiled up at my mother, who was as mesmerized as I was.She had so much graceful energy, her movements as equally gracious as her curves. Causing a thrill to race through my chest.I reached for the door handle. “I’ll see her now,” I said to Keelan without looking at him, then I twisted the handle and walked into the room.The blonde-haired, gorgeous-eyed caregiver and my mother, seemed so deep in thought they hardly noticed a third presence in my room. Until I cleared my throat.“You must be the new caregiver.”She whirled around, her eyes widening. “Oh,” she mumbled, hazel green eyes gleaming with mischief, “and you must be the son. Our beautiful Olandria here, hasn’t stopped speaking about her son whom s

ELENATo my surprise, this man unabashedly put a palm on my thigh.He didn’t stop there. He’d gone ahead to trace a finger on my skin, and it frustrated me that I could not raise my hand and slap the silliness out of him.Uncomfortable as hell, but having to comport myself, I’d tried my best to give him everything I knew about the work dealers did in a casino.I was grappling at some point, but at least I gave it a try, right?By the time I was done with my explanation, I’d managed to scoot away from his grizzly hand.“So, how old are you?” He ran his eyes over my body in a leery manner, watching me like a hawk did its prey as I slowly got to my feet.What did my age have to do with anything? I clearly looked young, wasn’t that what mattered?“You don’t want to keep me hanging with the answers, sweetheart,” the man’s voice interrupted my thoughts, dark eyes taking in every inch of me, “trust me.”I swallowed hard, folding my palms together in front of me. “27, sir.”He nodded, seeming

ELENAFor a few shocking minutes, I couldn’t move. I just stood there, frozen, staring up into the familiar face that was revealed as the mask fell away.I couldn’t believe that I was standing in this room right now, and looking at Atlas Grant. The same Atlas Grant that should be back in Manhattan.Was this really him? Definitely. The fiery, intense look in his eyes was unmistakeable.How was he here? What was he doing here? How did he even find me?These questions and more bugged me, swirling around in my mind.But what took utmost priority was my brain screaming at me to get away from him. As far as I could.“Elena…” he started, lifting a hand to palm my cheek, and I seized the opportunity.Shoving him as hard as I could, I bolted towards the doors and out of the suite, making for the door that led to the parking lot.I couldn’t understand how he’d found me, but one thing was clear. I needed to get as far away as possible from him.No succumbing, even though his fingers on my skin h