Narrator Kilian.
No matter how I try to reach him, he never answers the phone, hasn’t been to the offices, and I’ve postponed my return overseas because I need him to reconsider.
Years ago, when Elian drunkenly admitted he had feelings for me, I didn’t give it much thought; still, 5 years on, nothing has improved.
And I guess the fact that I confessed my feelings to Noah hasn’t helped matters either.
He becomes more of a stranger to me by the day, and now I realize I know absolutely nothing about him I don’t know who his friends are, his favorite places, nothing. Which is why, four days since that call, I haven’t been able to find him.
Damn it, Elian, when will you stop being my worry and making me work overtime? I’m furious I won’t let him give up, not ever.
Arvan.
Lately, he's been the talk of the town, the four Montenegro business partners were penalized for embezzlement, and their businesses went bankrupt almost immediately.
Moreover, he’s secured key associates for his company, it came as quite a surprise when they broke deals with Ajax Industries and SOS. This was managed very discreetly; it seems everyone was pleased with the terms they settled on. For weeks, I expected our own company to get the notice. Part of me even hoped for it, so I wouldn’t have to keep track of every damned thing he does, nor silence every blasted hallway gossip that spreads.
I’m not usually like this, but after a few days of his arrival, this feeling that something keeps me tied to him wouldn’t leave me alone. Yet, I couldn’t connect the dots. Why does he always treat me like I’m the plague that must be avoided when it's often me who does this to others, not the other way around? Second, the way he talks and looks at me, why does a part of me feel guilty, miserable, and anxious? I didn’t like any of the emotions this omega caused me none of them were like me. It was infuriating and maddening.
Then I figured it out. Foolishly, I had thought that more than 6 years ago, he’d died after I rejected him in that way. I knew he carried my mark, but it wasn’t something I had wanted; it was the outcome of that damned drug he’d planted it himself. I have no recollection of that night, to be honest, my mind is blank after that…
Never mind. The myth isn’t true; an omega doesn’t die if their alpha rejects them. Surely he found someone else to take my place; that’s their nature.
But it bothers me. What are his intentions in showing up here? Is he here to seek revenge? If so, why isn’t he doing anything? Does he hate me more than anyone in the world? I can see it; he wants me as far away as possible. So why does he simply do nothing?
I’m going mad waiting for him to act, but ever since I found out who he was, it’s been a month, and nothing has changed. He continues his life, completely ignoring my existence. Today, when I went to his office, I didn’t understand my own behavior after what I saw.
Him and that meddlesome bodyguard were too close, his smile while looking at whatever that idiot was showing him got my heart racing, but I felt the urge to kill the cause of such a genuine expression on his part. What the hell is happening to me? This isn’t like me at all!
I turned around and went back to my office, unable to shake off that moment.
“Arvan? Are you listening to me? What are you muttering about? Who’s this Noah?” Damn it, the last thing I needed. This woman doesn’t understand that I don’t want her here. I only accepted her as my fiancee because she’s the best option for having my children. There’s no such thing as a romantic relationship between us.
"Leave! I told you, don’t show your face at my company."
“Soon I’ll be your wife, what’s wrong with me coming to see you?” Does she really think that using that little voice has any effect on me? I know what she’s after. She reaches for my tie to take it off, and I stop her.
“What’s the matter? I just want to help you relax," she brings her hands to my pants and undoes them, I don’t stop her this time I’ll admit she’s always been a good distraction, and that’s what I need right now, to stop thinking about him.
Only this time, it’s not her actions arousing me, but the thought of Noah’s expression.
"Damn it!"I stopped Gena’s actions and pushed her against my desk, lifting her dress and pulling down her underwear, I put on a condom and entered her, to release all the damn frustration that this man causes me, but the more I tried to get him out of my head, the more vividly his memory stayed with me, not just now but images from that night, I withdrew from inside Gena.
"What’s wrong?"I know how insatiable she is and how much she enjoys my roughness, but...
"I’ve lost my taste for you, leave me alone." She looked annoyed, but I ignored her, pointing her to the door. She picked up her underwear, adjusted her clothes, and left.
"6 damned years without remembering what happened that night, and it all comes flooding back at a time like this… After what I did, his behavior is perfectly normal."
Still, there was the fact that he orchestrated everything, so the fact that it was him I attacked could be seen as poetic justice.
But his pleas and begging, and the way he swore he was innocent, are hammering in my head so much that it invalidates everything else.
What if he was telling the truth? What if someone else did it, and he was just caught up in it all?
"Ah, damn it, why didn’t these memories come back sooner?"even if they had, would it have made a difference? Maybe I wouldn’t have hurt him that way, with the sole intention of giving him a terrible end. Perhaps I would've compensated him and cared for him, having been my victim, and freed him from my mark once he’d recovered.
But now, what can I do? I’ve never apologized for anything, and there’s still the matter of proving he’s truly innocent.
Noah.
“You? What are you doing at my company? Leave!” Well, that’s a warmer welcome than I expected, after bursting into his family meeting like it was nothing, following the shouts from my uncle Mariano, come the embraces from my mother.
“Son! Thank God you’re alive, all these years, I’ve been so worried, praying for your well-being.” She prayed for me? I was hospitalized for a month before leaving the country, and not once during a phone call did anyone ask if I was still alive. I pushed her away from me, and Jorge once again became my shield.
"That’s right, thank God! He sent me an angel because from my family, I would have died like a stray dog."
“Son, please…”
"Enough, madam, I’m sure you know why I’m here, it’s the same reason you’re all gathered." I threw the documents in front of my uncle, who turned pale after reading them.
Mariano: This is ridiculous; you can’t do this to us, we’re your family. I was the one who fed you for years when your good-for-nothing father abandoned you, it was me who paid for your schooling and everything you needed.
"And out of gratitude for that, you’re not being dragged out of here in handcuffs by police with the international press broadcasting live. Here’s the deal I offer: repay Montenegro enterprises for all you stole over the last few years, plus the agreed-upon compensation for breaking the partnership, and you’ll be free. You'll have lost your golden goose, but at least you won’t go to jail and your family won’t lose everything."
Mariano: We understand, we were wrong, please Noah help us, we can’t afford this sum, we’ll be ruined anyway, we’re family, your mother still depends on us, think of her. Really? Think of others?
"Think of my mother, and of you because we’re family, right? Just like you thought of me 6 years ago when you turned your back on me, kicking me out of the Cossio family and handing me over to a bloodthirsty CEO?"
“Son, please understand, we couldn’t do anything against Arvan Daniel’s, no one could save you from him.”
"I get it, mom, and likewise, I can’t save you from the Montenegros. Either pay the amount or Mariano will go to prison for his crime, and the Cossio family will be nothing."
Mariano: It will be the same if we meet these demands, we’d have to declare bankruptcy.
"That’s not my problem, uncle. If you could steal for so many years, at least you should have been smart enough to save."
“What happened to you, son?”
"Life happened, that's what. Uncle, I advise you to find someone else to scam, or ask your beloved daughter" she’s doing well, isn't she? Or your illustrious future son-in-law. They believed them; let them save you from the Montenegros. You have 15 days to pay up, or you know what will happen. "I left there as fast as I could; I needed some fresh air."
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