by Haven, Rose
“Alberto, where is Rio? Does he know…?”
“Rio is still asleep in his room. It is seven in the morning now. He’ll be awake any moment. Do you want to change before he gets up?”
I look at the state of my dress. “Yes. And please don’t tell him anything about all this. He’s already had his share of bad memories to last him this lifetime.”
“Of course, my dear. I am really sorry you had to go through all this. I should’ve taken better care of you. I had promised myself that I’d not let any harm come your way and yet…..” I can see regret in his eyes.
“Alberto, please. Don’t blame yourself. We should be thankful that we both got out of this nightmare unscathed.”
“I think you’re right. You know, when I found out that Andrew had kidnapped you, I got so scared… I thought I’d lose you forever.”
“I thought so too. Andrew was planning to leave Florence forever with me. If you’d come a little later, we’d already be on our way out of this city.” My heart fills with dread at the thought.
As we speak, Mrs. Antoni enters the room with a cup of coffee in her hand.
“How do you feel now, cara?” she smiles at me.
“Better. I’ll just go and wash up.” She looks at the blood stains on my dress and shudders slightly.
“I still can’t believe that man had the guts to kidnap you! It has been rightly said that evil ends in evil only.”
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It has been almost two months since that fateful night. Alberto and I are getting married today. The happy phase of my life has just begun and I am enjoying every bit of it.
“Is the bride ready?” Rio peeps in from the door. I laugh and call him in.
“You know, you’ve betrayed me Rio. You are supposed to be on the bride’s side and here you are---all dressed up to be Alberto’s best man.”
“I couldn’t say no to him Ary. I love him so much.”
I laugh once again at his innocent words. I am not getting any wedding jitters per se, but yes, I am very nervous. I’ve been plucked, waxed, ironed and God knows what other tortures I’ve been subjected to in these past forty eight hours. But as I look at myself in the mirror, I think every bit of that torture was worth it.
My wedding dress has been specially designed by one of the biggest designers in Milan and it is absolutely gorgeous. It is difficult to believe that the woman staring at me in the mirror right now is actually Arianna Rizzio!
Both Alberto and I were not in favor of an elaborate wedding. So we are having a small wedding celebration at the nearby Chapel with Mrs. Antoni, Rio and a few close friends in attendance. I’ve heard that there’s going to be tight security there to keep the paparazzi at bay. After that, we’d be heading to Bora Bora for our honeymoon. Alberto chose the place for our honeymoon as I’ve never travelled out of Italy. He’s told me that I’d fall in love with the place.
As I reach the chapel in my carriage, I once again feel my nerves overtaking me. I take a deep, calming breath and step down from the carriage. The double doors open before me and I am awestruck as I step inside the church. It has been decorated with thousands of twinkling lights and the smell of roses is filling the air. I feel a tear drop from my eye as I remember my father on this special day of my life. Today, I have no one to give me away. I am walking to the altar all alone.
As I walk towards the altar, I see Rio waving at me. I give him a big smile and then finally look at Alberto. He is looking extremely handsome in his tuxedo. He smiles at me as I approach the altar. We both look at each other with dreamy eyes. No moment could be as perfect as this one. We both are about to get tied in a lifetime of love and happiness.
As the minister reads out the Bible verses and we recite our vows, I feel an overwhelming sense of completeness. At last, I am getting married to the man of my dreams. The love and promise that I see in his eyes fill my heart with joy. My only regret is that my parents are not here with me today to share my happiness.
In a few minutes, we both finally say “I do” and Alberto bends his head to kiss me. It is not a light kiss on my lips but a full-fledged assault on my nervous system. I feel myself go weak in the knees by the time he’s finished!
“Do you want me as badly as I want you at this moment?” he whispers with a naughty glint in his eyes.
I am too breathless to respond to that question but I guess he already knows the answer!
THE END
Demon Romance
Finding Fortunes
Submission to the Dark Forbidden Mate Series Book One
Lucile Wild
Demon Romance: Finding Fortunes
Chapter One
The fire in the center of the table began to die. Signaling the end of the meeting, its blue flames turned to a rustic orange. Several of the members nodded their heads and got up to leave. Only Preston and Damien stayed behind.
“I noticed the empty seat,” Preston said in a low voice. He tapped his fingers absently on the table.
“Ortho is no longer with us,” Damien said through clenched teeth.
Preston cocked his head. To no longer be with the Slavante Brotherhood meant three things. The most common was to die. As half-breed demons, they were not given eternal life, although many did live for several hundred years. But if Ortho had passed, there would have been a ceremony for him. The second option was that Ortho had chosen to leave. In the hundreds of years that Preston had served on the Slavante committee, he’d never seen anyone leave. That meant that Damien, leader of the brotherhood, had asked Ortho to leave. And by leave, Damien would have had to kill him.
It was rare, but it did happen. “Do you want to explain?” Preston asked in a low voice.
He could see the naked pain in his friend’s eyes. “I’d gotten suspicious reports for a while, but it didn’t make sense. Ortho was as loyal as they come. But then I saw it with my own eyes. Ortho was meeting Cresher. I confronted him. I expected him to come up with a plausible explanation, but Ortho only laughed and said that my days were coming to an end.” Damien swallowed hard. “He sounded like a madman.”
Where Damien and his predecessors had sworn to protect humanity against the half-breed demons that wandered the earth, Cresher was determined to enslave them. He hadn’t been difficult to stop in the past, but he’d always escaped death, and for the past year, he’d been oddly silent.
But Ortho? “Not possible,” Preston said. “Ortho lived for this brotherhood. There’s no way he’s been fooling us for all these years.”
“Maybe he got tired of defending a group of people who would rather see us burn,” Damien said hoarsely. “God knows I am.”
Preston fell silent. He had no idea how old Damien was, but he knew that Damien had been a leader for a long time. Preston was next in line for the position, but he didn’t want it. As far as he was concerned, Damien was the Slavante Brotherhood.
“You just need to sleep, my friend. Ortho’s death could not have been easy.” Preston stood as the last of the demonic flame was snuffed out. “The new moon has passed. I’ll see you in a month.”
Damien raised his eyebrows. “You’ll see me at Gordo’s tomorrow night.”
Preston shrugged. “True. But I feel like, at least because of Ortho, we should end the meeting on a traditional note.”
His friend shook his head. “You’ll be a good leader. Far better than I was. Far better than I am. Sleep well, my friend.”
Preston moved silently out the room and gazed at the rising sun. Sleep? Preston wasn’t sleeping tonight. In a few hours, he would sit in front of a group of board members and discuss the future of Wellington Incorporate.
And not a single member of his staff would ever entertain the idea that Preston Wellington was not human.
All eyes were dry as they lowered Clarice Mason into her grave. At the age of fifty-five, Clarice had lived far longer than most demon hunters, and the community members learned at a tender age that demon hunters did
n’t live long.
The Mason family had a reputation.
Clarice’s husband, Daniel, had taken down more demons than any other known member. He had the scars to prove it, and Sierra knew her father had never expected to bury her mother. After all, Clarice had given up that life to protect and train her children. But when Garret had died a year ago, Clarice had had jumped back into the fight with vengeance. Garret was expected to supersede his father in victory, and after three years of successful fighting, it looked like he would do well.
But all it takes it one wrong lead. One wrong clue, and Garret had been led to his death.
Now Sierra had buried her brother and her mother. She knew her father was disappointed. Daniel believed that males led the demon hunt, and he’d been unhappy when Clarice had trained Sierra. But Daniel was wheelchair bound, and Sierra was the last living Mason hunter.
Huntress.
At twenty-two, she was well past the age that most hunters went off on their own. But her father had insisted that she attend college, and now Sierra had a degree she had intended to do nothing with.
At least, until now.
After Garret’s death, she’d been painstakingly trying to piece together his final moments. Why had he gone to that warehouse alone? He’d been ripped apart by at least ten demons, and they weren’t known to hunt in packs. Someone had tipped him off, and Garret thought something different. He was practically unarmed.
Sierra knew that Clarice was also trying to figure it out. She’d died the exact same way.
And all the leads she had led to one name.
“Sierra.” She looked up sharply. The ceremony was over, and everyone was tossing their flowers and leaving. She cast a cold eye down at her father.
“Daniel,” she muttered.
He cleared his throat. If he wanted a tender moment with her, he’d waited far too long. She and her father had never had a good relationship, and she expected now that her mother was gone, things would only get worse. She’d been the buffer between them.
“I expect you to go back home and forget this mess,” he said in a low voice.
“I am an adult, and I will do as I please.” She leaned down briefly to give him a kiss on the cheek. “You may not believe in me, but I’m going to find who did this,” she whispered.
“I don’t want to have to bury my daughter too,” he said as he gripped her arm. “You’ll stay out of this.”
“If it were Garret, you’d have him out on the streets looking for vengeance. You’d want the streets to flow with demon blood. I may not be Garret, but I want the same thing.” Sierra wrenched her arm free.
“You’re not wrong,” he called out to her. She turned her back to walk away. “But if I had lost you and her, I’d tell him the same thing. The survival of this family is important to me as well.”
She turned her head. “You should have thought of that before you dragged us all into this. Mom was a schoolteacher. You turned her into a killer. I’m all you’ve got left, and she made me an exact copy.”
She could see the pain in his eyes, but she didn’t stop to console him. For years, she’d wondered how her life would have been had they been normal. None of her friends knew about demons. How wonderful that must be. She could have grown up with boyfriends and girly nights and shopping trips. Instead, she’d grown up with weapons, stakeouts, and violence.
When she first went to college, she’d been excited. Daniel had given her a second chance at life, and she wanted to be as far away from the Mason family tradition as possible.
But then Garret had died, and Sierra realized that this was her life. This was what she was meant to do.
She sat in her car and picked up the business card that lay in her passenger’s seat. It was time to find the truth. She picked up her cell phone and dialed the number on it.
“Wellington Incorporated. How may I direct your call?”
Sierra took a deep breath. “Yes. My name is Sierra Mason. I received a call yesterday about a job interview? I’m quite interested in the position.”
She heard some clicking of keys. “Yes. Ms. Mason, it’s a pleasure to hear back from you. Mr. Wellington is free tomorrow at three. Would that be convenient?”
Sierra gripped the phone. “Yes. That would be fine. Thank you.”
“Excellent. We’ll see you at three.”
The woman hung up, and Sierra stared at the card.
Preston Wellington.
He had something to do with their deaths, and she was about to find out what.
Chapter Two
Sierra smoothed her hand over her suit. Preston was hiring for a new marketing intern, and she knew that his company was competitive. She had the grades to get in, but she hadn’t bothered with any actual experience. There would be a slew of other applicants that would no doubt be far better suited for the position, but she needed this job.
She needed to get close to Preston Wellington.
The receptionist nodded her head. “Sierra Mason? Mr. Wellington will see you now.”
Sierra took a deep breath and gripped her portfolio tightly. It was now or never. For all she knew, he would slaughter her as soon as she walked into the room.
And that was why, within her portfolio, she’d hidden a dagger.
Rule Number One. Never go anywhere without a weapon.
She straightened her shoulders and walked with what she hoped was poise and confidence. The door opened, and her heels clicked on the linoleum. There was no obvious danger, but there was also no Wellington.
The burgundy chair behind the desk swiveled slightly, and she gripped her dagger. There was someone there.
It whirled around, and she gasped.
She knew that most half-demons could pass as human, but she’d never expected him to look so young.
Or so gorgeous.
He had a head of dark curly hair that reached the nape of his neck, and dark intense eyes. There wasn’t a single wrinkle on that face, and a dark shadow of stubble covered his strong chiseled jaw. He had his sleeves rolled up, and she could see the muscles that flexed when he stood.
He towered over her.
Holding out his hand, he gave her a disarming grin. “Sierra Mason?”
Reminding herself that there was a larger purpose at stake, she released the dagger and strode over to the desk to shake his hand.
Warm.
His skin was warm to the touch. She faked a smile. “Mr. Wellington. I was pleased that you called me in for this interview.”
He gestured to the seat and sat only after she did. He was a gentleman as well? Sierra wasn’t fooled by his pretense.
“You came highly recommended by several of your professors. They sent me their recommendation letters even before I’d received your resume. That’s certainly enough to capture my attention.”
Of course they’d had. She’d asked them to send the letters in case she hadn’t gotten back in time from the funeral to submit the resume. They’d been more than happy to comply, and she’d felt bad about using her mother’s death to get her foot in the door.
But it had worked, and this wasn’t about the job. This was about vengeance.
She gave him what she’d hoped was her most surprised look. “I have developed some strong relationships with several of my professors. I was lucky enough to be taught by the best, but I had no idea they thought enough of me to send a letter here. Truthfully, I simply applied for the experience.”
He leaned back in his chair. “You don’t think you’re good enough?”
Sierra smiled coyly. “Good enough, yes. But I know I lack the experience that a company as big as yours would be looking for.”
He held out his hand. “Experience is something overrated. May I?”
She slipped the dagger out under the cover of the desk and handed over the portfolio. He opened it up and flipped through the pieces. His face was stoic, but she thought she detected the slightest bit of interest. She went into a deep depression after Garret had died, and
she’d thrown herself into her schoolwork. The result had been surprisingly good.
“You’re clearly a very talented artist as well as writer. Your visuals are eye-catching and the slogans are memorable. Of course, as you know, Wellington Incorporated is not an advertising agency. We’re not in the business of selling a product to a consumer. We’re selling a brand to other agencies.”
Sierra nodded her head. Wellington had their hands in a number of pies, but the part she was most interested in was his consulting business. “If you flip to the back, you’ll see a few models I did a couple of days ago. Those are targeted at failing businesses. For kicks, I took two companies in the area and rebranded them. The different logos and slogans are meant for a company and not a product.”
Wellington held her gaze for a second before flipping to the back of the book. “You did these a couple of days ago?” he asked.
“It occurred to me that my samples are product specific. I knew you’d catch on, so I wanted to give you a sample of my work. This is done, of course, without the knowledge of these companies. I was just playing around on the computer,” she hastened. For a moment, she got lost in the interview. The trust was that she’d done those last night, and she felt a strange need for his approval.
He smirked. “I happen to know the owner of one of these companies, and I have a feeling that if I don’t hire you, he will.”
“You like them?”
“They’re very good.” He tossed the portfolio on the desk. “Of course, you already know that. I’m sure many people have told you that you’re very good. The question, Ms. Mason, is what you’re doing here.”
Her eyes widened in real surprise. Did he know? “I’m here for a job, Mr. Wellington. Your company is well known, and after a few years of working for you, I could go anywhere I pleased.”
“And is that what you want? To go anywhere you please?”
“Knowing that you have a certain freedom should not be taken lightly,” she said softly. “So few people have that.”