A Trillionaire’s Revenge

We had gotten to Shoreditch before nightfall and I lay here, in my bed, thoughtless. Luke had gone to his study to sort out some business related issues and had promised to bring our dinner to my room as soon as he was done.

I get down from my bed and tip toe to my bedside mirror and I unconventionally stare at myself when my eye falls on my neck. I touch it and tilt my head to properly get a good view of it. It was a love bite. There's a knock on the door. "Come in." I say, turning to look at the door. It's Emmanuele.

"Madam?" She says. I get down from the stool and walk to her, my arms crossed. "Yes, Emmanuele, what is it?"

"Well, Mr. Carrington is on the phone and he doesn't seem all that happy- he broke a vase." She says and I gasp. Immediately, I rush past her and head downstairs.

Reaching down, it's quiet and I see Luke standing by the bar, his back facing me. He has a glass of vodka in his right hand, his grey shirt folded up his arms. I walk up behind him and just as I'm about to touch him, he smashes the glass on the wall.

I gasp, hurriedly moving back. My heart begins to beat faster than usual and my eyes widen. I hadn't wanted to admit it, but now, I couldn't deny the fact that Luke was extremely violent and it scared the hell out of me.

He turns around and his eyes are watery and red, something that happened whenever he was pissed off. He nods his head as if he was begging me not to be frightened, his left hand reaching for me. "Natalie." He says, moving closer. I keep moving, shakily and he stops.

He says and as though I snapped out of a trance, I stop.

I have your back my love." I say as I look into his eyes, "Always, forever." I say, and we share a

illuminated by a fluorescent lamp. I was wrapped around him and he held me tight, like he never

"My love?" I call

ever talk about

I wonder if that was a tender topic for him. "Did I say something wrong?

He says, "Actually, my parents are dead. My mom and dad died about ten years ago. I had a sister too but I've

found her?" I ask,

to lose all hope. I've been searching for years now but

to say, Luke, I'm sorry." I say, placing a kiss on his stomach.

the window. "We were," He continues, "My father was a good man and his goodness ultimately led to his downfall and the destruction of

to be a witness for someone but things ended pretty badly. My sister was the first one to