CHAPTER ELEVENLORENA'S POV"Where are we going?" I asked, forcing my leg inside the only slipper that could fit me among Maria's pairs. I had kicked off the slipper I had on while struggling to escape from Andrew and his men and now I had nothing. Andrew didn't say a word. He acted like I wasn't speaking to him when he was the only one there.What the hell was wrong with this man? Why was he so arrogant?"Hello? He's hot and freaking rich!" A voice in my head said, silencing me.He picked up his phone and dialed a number. Immediately it connected, he said only a few words. "Make sure Sia is available, we're on our way." Then he hung up.Is that how he talks to people?"Hurry up Lorena, I'm a busy man."My glare must have sent chills through him because he suddenly turned to look at me for the first time since he walked In my room"We're going to get you some necessities. You don't plan on wearing this dress you have on for the next three years do you?" He asked, humour in his eyes."
CHAPTER 12LORENA'S POV.The awkward silence didn't make things any better, infact, it made the atmosphere a lot more tense. Silent stares were exchanged by the staff and shoppers at the boutique and you could tell what they were all thinking.The whole situation was starting to make sense now, I was a fool for not figuring it out sooner. He was Andrew Sanchez, the most sought after bachelor within and outside the country. Their influence spread beyond the borders of Mexico. The whole of North America knew him and his company. Women populated this demographic and the reason was clear; Andrew Sanchez was a Greek god.Andrew removed the woman from his person and took a step back. "Hello Trisha.""Hello Trisha? Is that all you've got to say to me after going MIA for two weeks?" She asked, a frown on her gorgeous face. The women here were all gorgeous. Of course, gorgeous men attracted gorgeous women."I can't talk now Trisha, as you can see, I'm busy."She turned to look at me and I swa
CHAPTER THIRTEENANDREW'S POVI hated this place.It held so much pain and memories I'd rather forget. But it was my home, a place I had learned to walk and talk. It was here I had grown up with my brother and it was here I had had to bear his loss alone while being blamed by my father. It probably wasn't my fault, Alex's death, but I had come to accept that I was to blame. My father made sure to drum it into my ears as often as he could.I wasn't the preferred child from the onset. Father had been more fond of Alex growing up because he had shown more interest in the company than I had. I had other plans for my life and wanted nothing to do with my father's world but that made him disapprove of me. Alex was the son who made him proud. At twenty two, he was already the director of J&A wineries and managed the casinos too. Alex was just like my father. He was cold and serious most of the time and always had to be on a suit and tie. He had no life outside the company. If you didn't kno
Chapter 14SARAH'S POV The Airport was crowded with people entering and leaving the terminals. It was tidy, orderly and strangely quiet for the number of people finding their way through the doors.The plane had just landed in London and I headed towards the arrival door where my cousin Laura would be waiting for me. I was tense, shaky even. It had been nearly twenty years since I'd seen my cousin and we had been very close.I took in a deep breath and walked briskly towards the door, dragging my bag behind me."Sarah!" A high-pitched, excitement filled voice yelled at me, drawing the attention of everyone leaving the airport. I shook my head in utter embarrassment and hid my face behind my palm. Laura hadn't changed a bit.She jumped and waved at me until I looked at her and greeted her with a smile. How could she be so cheerful after everything that had happened between us. I had expected a cold greeting or none at all. This was entirely different.She wrapped me in an embrace and
Chapter fifteenTRISHA'S POV.The traffic was bad and it was pissing me off. It was Friday night so everyone was out and about having a great time. Everyone except me.I'm out here on the street, chasing after my boyfriend who doesn't care about me or my feelings. Why was he shopping with another woman at a boutique he knew I went to all the time? The people there had seen the both of us together and rumors were already going around that we were in a Relationship, and then he did this. He made a complete fool out of me.Maybe our relationship hadn't really been labeled but who cares about titles these days? I'm Trisha Greene, one of the most sought after, rich and powerful women in Mexico. No one could refuse me. I pulled up in front of the club house and got down from my car. The sound of the music was already thumping with my heartbeat, forming a steady tempo."Where is he?" I typed on my phone and clicked the send button."In the VIP room." Came the reply.I had eyes and ears eve
CHAPTER SIXTEENANDREW'S POVThe music calmed me, not because it was cool and slow or relaxing like jazz music. No, it was hard and blasting from a hundred speakers, the bass echoing in my chest. I liked it that way because it was catharsis for me. The music helped me vent, mirrored my emotions and drowned me in it's loud solitude.Ace Club was more like a home for me than my real home was. I hid here when I had a lot on my mind and just needed to be alone, so naturally, no family member knew I owned this place. Macho helped me run it. He was my friend from college who dropped out because he wanted to follow his dreams of becoming a DJ. I helped him achieve that, and he brought me money from the business in return. Everyone else knew me as a VIP guest and not as the owner of the place. We sold some wine I made that my father didn't let me add to our products because he didn't think it was good enough. He didn't think anything I did was good enough. But my drinks sold here, in millions
Chapter 17ANDREW'S POVThe car pulled up at my familiar compound and even in my drunken state, I could tell I was home. Connor was the designated driver I called on whenever Alfredo was indisposed or had been sent on an errand. He knew where I lived without following my GPS and he was always excited when I called him to drive me home, because it meant he would be making more money than he had the entire day. Connor and I met three years ago when I had gotten into his taxi after a heated argument with my father and made him drive me around the whole day without a destination. He was a lively kid, about eighteen when we met and twenty-one now. He made my mood lighter with his non-stop chattering during the drive, not bothering to ask me if I had enough money to pay him for making him drive around for hours. He took me around the city and showed me parts of it I hadn't seen or was just too busy to notice. He drove me home later that day, fully compensated for his time and gas. He'd foll
Chapter 18SARAH'S POV"Small world."It was just a term, a cliche. I thought the world was pretty large and meeting someone you never thought you would was fate, destiny even, and not a function of how small the world was. So when I ran into someone I'd never thought I would, in a place I never thought was likely, I didn't say "small world," I just thought it was meant to happen. That was how I felt when I met Ariana for the first time. Fate brought her to me because it was meant to be and as I stared at the photograph in my shaky hands, I realized I was right. The world wasn't small but destiny connected people together in places and ways you never thought possible.If it wasn't so, why would Laura know Ariana Shepherd? The same one that came to me pregnant and helpless. Why would I be holding a picture of her in my hands right now?"You mean to tell me that you worked in the same company?" I asked, unsure if I had heard her correctly. I didn't need to ask because I was looking at a