When Love is not enough
Broken and shattered, Andre Torello contemplated suicide. Love failed him, it pierced his heart and left him bleeding. There's nothing left to hold on to, nothing is left when love has failed him. His fiancee left him, she kept him waiting while she walked the aisle with a richer man. He thought love was stronger than wealth and riches, he'd always believed that nothing can break love but it's all a fallacy.
But what if love is waiting at the door? What if all he needed to do was glance in a different direction, but it was too late, Andre concluded. There's no love anywhere again. He'd been shattered by love; he is not ready to give in to its deception anymore. Love is cruel. But more than a lost love, something else was waiting, a throne and a lover and Andre Torello had only one option, accept it or get ruined forever.
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Chapter 6
"Yes, yes.." Gregory stuttered and stormed away in confusion. What has he done now? His generosity will one day put him in trouble. He gave a suggestion and this iron fisted woman is going to have issues with him?
Camella is the heiress of the Wood family and the new CEO of the Wood's electroworld. She'd just returned from abroad where she'd studied for her doctorate. An only daughter, raised by her dad and pampered all her life.
She hadn't stopped thinking about that kind hearted young man. No matter how much she tried to wave the thought of him off her mind, her thoughts would linger back to him.
"Camella dear, it's freezing. Come over dear" Sarah urged. She draped a jacket over her shoulders and Camella turned with a smile. She hugged herself, pulling the jacket to cover her upper body properly.
"No news about him, nanny" she flippantly said. How would she know what it means to be freezing when someone practically risked his life in the snow to help her. Perhaps that cold might have gotten to his heart and he'd ended up in the hospital.
Lying in the hospital on Christmas eve. The church bell will soon stroke midnight and it will be the 25th. If ever she meets him again, she would repay his kindness.
"You will meet him some day dear. Kind people are like angels, not easily forgotten" Sarah assured. She'd known Camella since she was born, never had she been so worried about anyone like this before.
Whoever that kind hearted young man was, she hopes they meet again soon. She can't afford seeing her daughter so worked up like this. Having raised her, she feels her pains and carries her burdens with her always.
Camella nodded and said "yeah, I hope to see him again"
Two weeks later.
Andre got to work early. That day was going to get busy somehow. He wouldn't even wait for breakfast as he dashed out of the house. He was working in the Coupling department as one of its engineers.
Busy in the workshop, a colleague came over to him, "Andre, you need to take a glimpse at the new CEO of the company..." he was saying but Andre didn't respond. If there was a need for that, they would have invited him over.
"Andre, I honestly took a deep breath when I saw..." Sam was tattering on when Andre interrupted him "I'm off to have my lunch" and walked out. He doesn't have such time for cheap women gossip.
As he stepped out, the company's PRO brought the new CEO and showed her around the company. Sam swallowed hard as he admired the beautiful young woman who had taken over the company from her father.
As Sam was introduced to her, she didn't even spare him a glance besides a brief casual glance and stepped out. She soon went round the company and returned to her new office.
"This is absolutely unimaginable dad. I didn't expect the company to be so vast with hundreds of employees..." Camella stuttered, feeling totally exhausted. She sank into the sofa and her dad's secretary poured her a glass of mineral water and stepped out.
"This is now your empire to manage Camella. I have full faith in you and your leadership training and skill. I know you are capable, I know you will pilot the affairs of this company better than I ever did.
I'm retiring from active involvement in the company's affairs but I will be there to guide you whenever you need me. Feel free to always come to me at any crossroads when you are to make a critical decision.
Don't let anyone despise you, Camella. Hold your head up and walk with your shoulders high. You're a woman but you have the strength of ten men put together. Be brave and courageous. Don't get intimidated by anyone nor by your competitors.
They'll come for you, but show them that you are prepared for them anytime and always. And I'm glad that you have a smart man by your side, Fred Maxwell will always remain your right hand man..." Benson Wood instructed.
Camella Wood took a deep breath, closed her eyes and snapped them open, grabbing her dad's arms and standing up, "you can trust me dad, I'll be a female boss that cannot be forgotten in a hurry" she assured.
"That's the spirit. Don't forget you are the daughter of a tiger and that agility in me, I have transferred to you" Benson proudly declared.
The company went about its normal activities and by the close of the day, Andre closed like every other person. As he stepped out of the elevator, he crossed paths with an elegant lady and he just walked away without passing her a glance.
Camella Wood squinted. Doesn't this fellow recognise who she is? She could see the company's ID hung around his neck and he almost bumped into her without acknowledging her? Who the hell is he?
"Find out who that idiot is," she instructed. She needs to use someone for a scapegoat. They aren't going to hold her in high esteem if she doesn't do that. And it appears she'd found just that person.
"His name is Andre Torello ma'am. One of the engineers in the works department" Fred Maxwell informed. He had worked as Benson Wood personal assistant and when he left office, he assigned him to his daughter. He believes she would be able to learn a lot with Fred.
Andre got into his car and drove off. He was stopping by the grocery store and got a few things for himself and his mom. He'd become an extremely introverted person after that incident with Jasmine. He detest the female folks greatly.
They are not to be trusted. One minute they confess their feelings for you and the next minute, they're in the arms of another woman. What matters to him henceforth is taking care of his mother and living for himself henceforth.
He was with Jasmine and she had gotten involved with someone else. She was spending time with him and the next, she was having an affair with Patrick and eventually became pregnant with his child.
As he paid for his groceries, he stepped out of the store only to bump into a woman again. This time, he felt the fragrance was familiar but he simply glanced at her briefly and said "You should use your eyes properly next time Miss" he sneered and walked to his car.
"Hmmm" the woman grunted and glared at his retreating back view.
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9.1
After my second chance at life, I took the initiative to sever all possible ties with Rhett.
When he chose to live in the east of the city, I bought a house in the west, putting a whole town between us.
On the rare occasion he brought the child to my house for a meal, I would lock myself in my room and pretend to be sick, refusing to see him.
When I heard he had volunteered to transfer to our area to work at the factory, I immediately submitted my resignation letter that very night.
Seizing the opportunities of the economic boom, I headed south.
In my previous life, I had loved him for forty years, and for forty years, he had belittled me.
He constantly compared me to his unattainable ideal, blaming me for ruining his dream of becoming a factory director.
Even as I lay dying, he shamelessly planned his wedding with his perfect fantasy.
My stepson, whom I had raised with care, was busy helping with the wedding preparations, abandoning me to face death alone.
Having lived through such a failed life once, I swore I would never endure it again.
8.4
I had been locked in a freezing cellar for three days, starving and waiting for my husband, Marco, to save me.
Instead, the iron door opened to reveal his mistress holding a toddler with Marco's exact face.
Marco wasn't sterile like he had claimed for years. He just wanted my De Luca family trust funds.
With my husband watching coldly, his mistress and a corrupt doctor pinned me to the concrete floor.
"We're going to carve you up until you're unrecognizable, then throw you in the lake," she laughed.
The most chilling part wasn't the affair. It was the realization that my mother-in-law, the mafia matriarch I had served faithfully for three years, had personally signed my death warrant to save their crumbling empire.
The scalpel sliced deep into my cheek, permanently destroying my face as warm blood poured down my neck.
I had given them everything. I used my family's money to pay off his secret gambling debts and endured endless insults about being a barren wife, only to realize the entire family viewed me as nothing but a pig to be slaughtered for cash.
In the suffocating darkness, I didn't pray for mercy. I swore a blood oath.
I didn't die in that cellar. Saved by a legendary rival boss, I stood outside the Falcone estate three weeks later.
I pushed open the heavy oak doors to my own memorial service, the jagged red scar on my face silencing the hall.
"I'm afraid your plans to inherit my estate will have to be postponed," I smiled at my terrified husband.
8.3
My husband watched as my skin melted, scalded by boiling soup, yet his hands were busy comforting my attacker. Five years of marriage, built on a foundation of my family's power, crumbled with a single, brutal act of betrayal. He bought me off with a penthouse and a trust fund, but I tore out my IV and threw his charity back in his face.
It was our fifth anniversary, but my husband, Ethan, remained distant, avoiding any talk of Chicago or the mafia protection my family once offered him. He then pushed a black velvet box across the table.
Inside was a Separation and Property Division Agreement, not a diamond. He told me to sign for Ilene's security, offering millions. When I refused, Ilene hurled boiling soup. Ethan shielded her, not me, as the scalding liquid melted my dress.
With second-degree burns, he blamed me, ordering me from our home for Ilene’s comfort. My family saved him, yet he sacrificed my body and marriage for another woman.
The love I felt turned to ash. What kind of debt demanded my flesh and marriage?
I ripped the IV from my arm, hurling his "charity" keys back. My diamond ring placed on the agreement, I walked away. From today on, Ethan, you and I are dead to each other.
9.7
For three years, I believed I had the perfect, flawlessly submissive wife.
But right as I was about to sign a fifty-million-dollar divorce settlement to make her go away quietly, I suddenly heard a sharp, ecstatic voice echoing inside my skull.
"Freedom! Long live freedom! I finally shook off this absolute bastard!"
I snapped my head up, only to see Iris sitting across the table, her delicate shoulders trembling as she sobbed into her hands, looking like a shattered woman losing her entire world.
It wasn't a hallucination; I could actually hear her inner thoughts. The realization hit me like a physical blow. My fragile, heartbroken wife was a calculating hypocrite who mentally cursed me out while physically begging me to stay. When I later dragged her out of a nightclub where she was partying half-naked, I heard her true thoughts about our intimacy—she considered our nights together a mere "complimentary clause" in our business contract. Even the loving, home-cooked French dinners I cherished were exposed through her mind to be microwaved Michelin-star takeout.
For three years, I had prided myself on being a dominant, attentive husband, yet I was played for an absolute fool. How could she fake every single tear, every single touch, with such terrifying perfection while viewing me as nothing more than an ATM?
Looking at her cowering on my penthouse floor, clutching an anniversary Birkin bag she secretly planned to sell for a Porsche, a dark rush of power blinded me.
I wasn't just going to let her walk away with my millions anymore; I was going to use my new ability to rip off her mask and utterly destroy her.
9.0
As the building crumbled around us, my husband, a paramedic, held the only oxygen mask.
He gave it to his high school sweetheart, not to me, his wife who was struggling to breathe.
Pinned under a beam, I gasped that I was pregnant. He told me to stop being dramatic and left me to die, taking our son with him. My own son agreed, telling his father I always "bounce back."
I lost our baby, alone in a hospital room, while they fussed over her "anxiety attack" across the hall. They had chosen her, leaving me and our child in the rubble without a second thought.
When he finally confronted me, it wasn't to apologize, but to demand I stop my "games." So I gave him exactly what he and our son had wished for.
"I'm divorcing you," I said calmly. "And you can have Jax. I no longer want to be his mother."
8.9
NOT LIKE THIS!!!
Talia Grey never expected to meet the man she abandoned like this! A wife trapped in a marriage where the furniture are of more value than her being.
She used to be the rich kid, he was the pauper! Now he stands before her as heir to a powerful empire - cold, untouchable and dangerously handsome.
Meanwhile Ethan Reed has spent five years drowning himself in work enough to forget about her, not until one meeting shatters it all.
Five years ago, Talia Grey walked away from the only man she ever loved; bound by duty and fear. Now, his grandfather's 80th birthday and retirement celebration has brought him back to her city.
"You're.....rich?" Talia's voice dropped, her hands trembling beneath the table as she recounted the contours of his face, but Ethan scoffed with a clenched fist.
His now cold gaze pierced the eyes of the once naive young lady he'd give his all for....... "why? Are you going to divorce your husband and jump back to me? You're still so crazy over wealth....you disgust me Lia"
She felt an arrow to her chest...
He hates her for breaking him like that.... But what about her?!
Talia has never known love and acceptance till she met him, yet he lied to her!
She can't believe she gave her life to protect a lie.
Their once structured and fated lives become disrupted again. She's married, he's getting engaged....but both hearts have refused to stop aching and yearning for each other.
The question remains.... Is the universe teasing them or are they about to complete the pages of their unfinished love story????