"Liam Lorenzo Black." A blonde-haired lady stepped into an office located at the top of a 32 storey building in the center of the city. Stormi a.k.a Mrs. Dare devil, Mrs. Typical daddy's princess. Can get what she wants from a spoken word. She stared at the man who had no expression on his face but just stared at her like always, with disgust. She smiled. Aside from Lydia and the rest falling head over heels for this man, there were just some that have been with him since the early stages of his life and Morgan seemed to be one of them.
She is the most clinging person he knows in this world which makes it one of the many reasons he despises her, unlike other girls, she was not intimidated by his appearance and would speak low on him at anyway anytime. Dax was right about his coquettishness before he met his wife, he's been through so many temptations from different women but what makes his wife different was how she turns him on without lifting a finger.
Her skills surprise him to date, that's what got him intrigued by her to this day. Every day with her was a mystery, he got to experience new feelings, new emotions, one he's not experienced in a long time. The emotions he never knew he had.
One thing he never wants to admit is Morgan being his first girlfriend as a teen. They grew up together and would have made the perfect couple, but unfortunately, his feelings for her were not as strong as he thought it was. To him love was a weak feeling when compared to his hunger for money and power, he got rid of those feelings to get to where he is. He cared less if she hates him now, and if given another chance, he would still do the same things he did before, cause he's met the one woman he never thought he could find.
"I'm so sorry sir, we tried to stop her." John paced in almost immediately. "Leave us, John," Liam ordered for the man to bow slightly before leaving. Morgan stared at the man sitted majestically on his seat, but was different from his usual cold self. Something about him was off... "What do you want?" But definitely not his tongue.
"Oh please, don't give me that attitude Liam. I thought you'd never return." She picked up a glass of whisky from the office bar and glass placing it on the table as she sat on the next sit before him. He smirked, daring women are one of his specialties. "Silent treatment huh?" She asked when he said nothing to her.
"Come on daddy, your wife would not know I was here, your secrets safe with me." Morgan took a sip of her drink with a forced smile on her lips. It's one of the many skills she's learned through the years since they broke up. She's trained herself to be a cruel and heartless woman, one no one could mess with any longer. Morgan was still hurt by their breakup, even if their relationship meant nothing to him, it meant a lot to her.
She had thought that maybe after so long she'd get over him, but seeing him again did something to her. Her love for him rekindled the fire that she's spent ages quenching lit back and with immersing flames this time. She could feel her heart beating so fast again, but she tried to hide her feelings, one thing Liam was good at was being observant. The last thing she wanted was to look or appear weak before him, she suddenly felt jealous of the woman he was with.
The woman that has changed this ruthless beast into a mere powerful man, even she noticed his change. "You still haven't stated your reason for coming here," Liam said impassively staring right into her eyes, one thing no one could escape was his intense stare. No matter how strong you are, you'd always react to that stare, the one that's making her weak and vulnerable before him. She tried to maintain her nonchalant posture, but all her years of practice failed her.
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Elsa finally got into her room after her talk with her mother and Jesse, both girls were exhausted by the endless story tale of how they met. She's heard that story like a million times since she was born and she was fed up with it to the point of taking her life if she hears about it one more time. She tied her hair upwards yawning as respite gripped her.
Just as she sat on her bed, she recalled him. She blushed, long term relationship was indeed very hard, who knew she'd miss him this much to want to hug him again madly. Who knew she'd get so naughty to miss his lips on hers, her thumb and index fingers brushed her lips. Even if it's been days, she could still feel his teeth biting her lips, her thought made her shiver. She wanted him again, the thought of if he's arrived safely rang in her head.
She wanted to speak to him to know how he was doing, she picked up her phone and dialed his number hoping he was not too busy to answer. The call went through but no answer came, she contemplated if it would be normal to call again. She trusted her guts and called for the second time, but still no answer, "Maybe he's asleep or is too busy." She thought placing her phone on the side table before going to bed.
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"I've heard a lot about you Breitbart, it's such an honor to finally meet you." Harbetto complimented sipping his wine as he watched the maids pour some into a glass for Brietbart. The man's visit was quite sudden, he rarely receives such guests in his mansion. "You know I'm no acquaintance of yours or family, I'll make my visit a short one." "You have my daughter in your mansion and I want her back." Harbetto gave a puzzled look so did Florence.
Claire was definitely not his child, if he could recall clearly she's George's daughter, so what was this man talking about? Unless... The other girl... Bianca... Is she his daughter?" "Oh Mr. Brietbart, we have no idea what you're talking about, we don't have your daughter." Florence chimed in.
Bianca Balowe, that's my child, I need her." He couldn't forget Faith's words on Florence and Mr. Whyte being dangerous. She also mentioned his daughter is in danger, their weird reaction to his words gave it all. If they've done anything to his princess, he's sure to eliminate every last one of them.
Florence stared at the man before them, he didn't seem like one that was joking or drunk. This is Bianca's biological father, just when she thought he never existed. "I'll go get her, wait a moment." She rose to her feet and sauntered back into the mansion. "I've heard a lot about you, how you raised your favorite nephew."
Breitbart rolled his eyes at the man's words, "That rascal, what has he done to you this time?" He asked finally taking a sip of his drink. "Ah, killing my nephew a few days ago, so I hope you don't mind if you hear about his demise." He smiled. "Hmm, it wouldn't be the first time I'm to cry and moan for him, you've never met and my Liam is not someone to go berserk without a reason." Both men smiled at each other.
Even if they argued recently about the little girl who turns out to be his wife, Liam was still like a son to him. He's still the little boy he raised and watch him grow up even if he barely stayed with him. He wanted more than ever to see his nephew dead so he can finally have access to the little angel he found.
Her purity is one in a million, something that is so rare these days. Harbetto said nothing else, he will have his revenge on Liam and will make sure to touch him where it hurts the most.
Florence found her way to Bianca's room, the girl has been calm lately as she has learned to accept who she is. "Bianca, I know I promised to help you find your Dad." "That is not necessary Aunt, you've done more than enough for me." "No, you do..."
"What's the point of seeing a man that cared less about my mother or my existence." She finished wearing her clothes and tying her hair. Florence would have let her go if the man in the garden was in a good mood, he was desperate to see his daughter.
She feared what he would do being that he's related to Liam. One thing she's thankful for was that she did nothing to the girl yet, who knew Bianca is related to the Blacks.
"It's too late now to make these decisions Bianca, your father awaits you in the garden he has all the answers you need so hurry up and come." She left the room after her words.