Finally, they reached his vehicle, her mouth parted in a wide 'O'.
Θεέ μου!(My God)" she breathed, astonished. The Jeep was parked in a grassy lane.
By its side, small pots in different shades, with intricate circular designs or patterns, held vibrant flowers—hibiscus, periwinkle, sunflowers; arranged beautifully, as if the garden itself whispered welcome.
His vehicle… Damn! Not just any other vehicle. A Tesla Cybertruck. Gleamed under the moonlight.
It's presence radiated wealth, power and style.
Ever since she'd set eyes on him, she knew he wasn't ordinary. From head to toe, he exuded a walk-in perfection, a living testament to sophistication, luxury, and charisma.
He carried authority the way other men carried confidence. It lived in his posture, his height looming effortlessly, even silence bending around him. His face was sharply structured—strong jaw, defined cheekbones, lips that carried both cruelty and promise.
But it was his eyes "those piercing silvery depths" that held true danger. They saw too much, felt too deeply, hid storms no one survived untouched.
Built like a man meant to rule; broad, towering, unyielding..every movement controlled, deliberate, devastatingly graceful. Even the firmness of his thighs and the veins on his arms and hands radiated power.
Celina shook with timidity under his stare, under the unyielding force of his warmth, under the heady mix of sensations his mere presence stirred within her.
With a cybertruck… She realized then. she'd landed with a billionaire tycoon.
"Are you surprised?" He noticed all her expressions. "I know… it's hard to take in, but I'll have to be ho—" He drew out the last syllable, locking eyes with her tenderly. "—nest with you!"
One of the special things about them was their ability to connect without words. A single deep look spoke volumes.
She smiled sweetly, breaking the intensity, blushing full crimson, while he bent his head slightly, smiling and trying not to laugh. She had understood perfectly their unspoken emotional connection.
He looked up, searching for her hooded face, though only her red cheeks and half of her pouty pink lips were visible.
When he finally saw where her eyes had landed, his heart thudded faster, beats rising in rapid succession. His breath grew heavier with each passing second. He already knew, deep in his heart, where her gaze had fixed, praying that his suspicion would be wrong.
His hand shook slightly, hot currents passing through his body, a shiver running down his spine. Coldness wrapped him briefly as he resisted looking fully, afraid of the memories that would surge; the endless, painful, and vivid images that haunted him.
Finally, he turned toward a beautiful glass door, part of a larger display over a glowing, golden grave adorned with emerald designs and surrounded by vibrant flowers—hibiscus, sunflowers, periwinkle.
His grandfather's grave.
The grave stood apart, immaculate, deliberate, unmistakably grand. Polished marble etched with gold-lined inscriptions caught the moonlight, emerald detailing traced the edges like a quiet crown.
Manicured grass surrounded it in perfect symmetry. Rare flowers bloomed in carefully placed pots, vibrant and alive. This wasn't merely a grave. It was a legacy.
She froze, mouth widening in awe, gasping, rooted to the spot.
Memories rushed in; his grandfather's laughter, whispers from the past, flashes of reporters, the old man's face smiling, tapping him on the back fondly.
Blurry fast-paced images painted tumbled through his mind; murmurs, footsteps, blurry images, all piercing his mind, blood draining from his face, his heart aching.
Leon screamed, voice deep and sharp, a raw embodiment of pain. His heart grew heavier with each pulse, each breath a struggle. A spark of unbearable pain ignited in his chest, sharp, unrelenting.
All he heard were footsteps approaching, cries and distant voices. His eyes fluttered, fighting drowsiness, trying to stay conscious.
Through the haze, the last thing Leon thought he saw was a pair of eyes;wide, luminous, trembling with fear. Soft as dawn, deep as devotion. Eyes that anchored him even as darkness claimed him.
He felt himself being carried, vision blurred, feeling a soft surface beneath his back, warmth all around, sounds of movement, of safety.
The more he struggled to stay awake, the more his body surrendered.
Finally, he could fight no longer.
He lost himself; torn apart between pain, memory, and drowsiness.