Aviana Quincy's POVIn the famous bar of the busy streets, at the corner of the thin walls. There I am, gently holding on to a thin glass of champagne. "Life… s*cks," I mumbled to myself as I sigh from hopelessness. My mascara spreads through my face, making my appearance hilarious. My rosy cheeks are all wet from the tears of grief from my eyes. I softly looked at the people at the loud bar. "They look like they are having fun… " I continued, "or are they?" It seems like it was only yesterday since we were whispering words of affirmation to each other. Time went so fast, in a blink of an eye. Now, I can't believe that you are not here.I continued to make myself drunk in misery, and regret. Then stopped when I started to notice that everyone's piercing eyes were on me. It seems like word of what happened at the party had already begun to spread like a virus. I covered myself up with a black comfy jacket, and shades, as I stood up, my walking unsteady and prepared to leave.I was wal

Damien Yves Etienne’s POVOn that night, when the moon appeared brightly outside the window, we made love. Our bodies touched one another, feeling each other’s embrace as our sweat fell on the sheet. It was a hot steamy night. I, myself, was feeling tired. The sun was rising, yet we were still at it.While breathing heavily, pressing my body against her at a fast pace, I asked, “W-Wanna…” I let out an exhale, “Wanna do it again?” I held her leg. Charlotte, my future wife on the other hand wasn’t able to give me a direct response as she is still catching her breath.“N-No more,” she added, “Hah…It’s so big, I feel like it might r-rip.” Charlotte continued to whimper under my chest. I laughed at her remarks. “What do you mean?” I teased, “It’s little for me, so you shouldn’t complain.” Charlotte then widened her eyes, as she looked down at what I described as little. Then she shook her head and looked at me with a rather angry tone. “You’re insane,” she said, pushing me away. “Eh?” I was

Charlotte Hayes’ POVMother looked at me with a stern look. “I can explain…” But before I could finish my statement, mother grabbed the door knob and opened the door. I immediately rushed over to her side, hoping to prevent her from opening the door completely. But I was too late. Just as I reached for the doorknob, my mother had already opened the door, revealing Damien standing on the front porch, a playful grin on his face.I gasped as I tried to stop myself, but before I knew it, I had fallen into his arms. He caught me effortlessly, his broad shoulders offering a soft landing. I felt my skin flush, my chest heave with every breath as I struggled to free myself from his grip. But I was unsuccessful, and before I knew it, we were in a full-on embrace.“Did you miss me that much to the point you came rushing, embracing me head on?” he teased, looking at me with a playful grin on his face. I pouted and tried to stay mad at him. Despite my best efforts to remain stoic and composed, a

Damien Yves Étienne's POVBoth of my eyes softened as I enjoyed the relaxing and sweet momentum between me and Charlotte. It's like it's a dream. "Baby, I have something to tell you," I gently whispered against her rosy cheeks. "Pray, tell me." I hesitated for a second, before I finally brought myself to say, "Jake Hayes has gone missing." Charlotte's eyes widened upon hearing my remarks. "What? The paparazzi haven't found him yet? Where has he been hiding?" She asks, as she slowly stops embracing me, her gaze fixed on me. "No. Before I came here, I had a few of my men find him, but there has been no updates since then," I sighed, crossing my arms, showing an annoyed reaction. "Does he know nothing, except to hide?" I added, rolling my eyes.Charlotte sighs as she holds my hand firmly, reassuring me with that loving smile of hers. "Don't worry. He can't stay hidden for long," she says. "That's exactly why I'm worried, baby," I fixed the strand of her silky hair unto her ear, "He coul

Luca Giovanni’s POV"Ah. Any updates about the girl?" The moment the boss asked that question, I looked back at him, completely changing my reaction to surprisement. It makes me wanna wonder how she’s been. But one thing is for sure. "She's not fine. But don't worry. She will be okay. " I will make sure she’ll be okay; I vow on it. "So, what's the plan sir?" I asked, looking at him with a stern face. The boss had a smug look on his face, as he answered with a confident look, "The usual treat." He chuckles, "But since I'm kind, let's give them a bit of candy after the main treat." I could never understand what he meant by that, but like the usual, he would always win regardless.After the talk with the boss, I started walking slowly outside his office. Later on, I arrived at the luxurious chambers of Damien’s father, wherein there's a ton of mafia servants surrounding the place, to tell him about the updates of the current situation. My life was a cycle of this; it goes on and on, to