Lahat ng Kabanata ng Sold and in love: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

(Becca) I startled when the phone vibrates in my hand and I see a message coming through. And then I see Lucas's name.L: Becca, please tell me you're fine and safe. That's all I want to know. Lucas.That is never all he wants to know. I plan to let it be without a reply but then I know he will not stop calling and sending messages and most surely fly over just to get those little words from me. And I don't think I am capable to see him without collapsing in his arms. I decide to send a short reply back, hoping he will stop. Just hoping but I knew he wouldn’t. The hardest step I had to do was taken, leaving him. Thinking back, I realized just how weak I was during our marriage, first, melted in his arms and his love for me, feeling frightened at the thought of losing him, then scared and terrified of him, being always push around and hurt. And the only healing I knew was to be away from him, taking my life in my own

(Lucas) It was a summer night when I first saw Becca. It was the yearly charity reception for children with special needs, the night when reach idiots of New York show off their perfect outfits and perfect bodies shaped with expensive surgeries and perfect mistresses or perfect charitable wives that they only know traveling and shopping and sitting around their shity expensive yachts and mansions, but hey, they are charitable and donate ridiculous amounts of money but the real reasons of the gathering were always hidden behind closed doors where business partnerships of billions of dollars were sealed and they were not always clean deals.She was sitting alone at her table and I found her the most gracious woman I ever saw, her legs crossed perfectly aligned together on the right side, elbows pined on the table and chin leaned on her long elegant fingers. Her shining powder pink dress is covering her body from the shoulders to her middle

(Enzo) My office desk looks like something exploded on it. Files and papers scattered all over as I am trying since morning to get to the bottom of this damn contract which is more draining money than adding.I haven't left the office since morning and my head is spinning already. I can't concentrate anymore. I stand up fixing myself another glass of brandy, walking in front of the glass wall of my office, sipping from my glass.My mind keeps going back to Becks. It was so damn hard to leave her apartment last night and maybe it was stupid as well but didn't want to rush things with her. She was vulnerable and as much as I wanted to be the knight in shining armor coming to safe her broken heart, it felt wrong to take advantage of her in her present state. But it was hard to stay away as well. I don't know how that happened but she invaded all my being the first moment she bumped into me in that shop. And the fact that she was runni

(Marciano) Robert Downhill sits on the chair in front of my desk trying to look relaxed but I know he is shaking with all his joints. When he came to me two days ago to tell me that his son-in-law was giving info to the cops I knew he was shitting his pants. He stunk of fear but the hate he had for his son-in-law was overcoming the fear of me. I hated the guy. He was a scum not for selling his daughter for a business but for the way he treated her. I already knew that Lucas was digging us and collaborating with the authorities but I also knew we were not his target, Robert Downhill was. That kid was never meant to be a gangster and I am sure he never wanted that life but he took it, in a brave and I must admit a dashing good way. He was damn decided to take Downhill down and take away the woman he loved. Not something I would dislike. He was damn good in what he was doing, he tripled his money after he took over the business from hi

(Becca) We exited the house surrounded by my father’s boys, which by the way, they were much less than I remembered. I could tell he was in a bad shape. No wonder Lucas left unharmed. I heard him saying something about Benito and I could only guess he was taking me to him. They were working together and it was a good think Lucas was staying away. I don’t care what happens to me as long as Lucas stays away. I knew my father very well. He was going to trade me again but hey, what could have been worst? To be used by someone I love and living every day with the pain of being hurt instead of being loved back, or to be used by someone I didn’t care about? Eventually, this is what I born for, to be traded. I was glaring careless on the black windows of the Jeep while father kept silent. He surely was stressed. I wasn’t. I was blissfully careless of what was going to happen next but I still had a nod in