NOLAN
Alanna is driving me the fuck crazy.
I mean, I am losing my fucking mind standing here before her.
She has changed, she is different. She is no longer the girl I used to know before.
"Oh please, I am going to get a fucking drink, since we all want to act like this is normal," Chloe declares and storms away.
I wasn't going to go after her, I had had enough of her drama for one night, of course, she wasn't being overly dramatic this time.
In fact, her reaction is justified, I am trying not to allow my "Active imagination" as Alanna said to Chloe fly, else I would have been reacting the exact way Chloe is.
Ouch, Alanna, that was just stone-cold rude.
But I am losing my mind, how did she go from the helpless girl I married to this sophisticated, elegant woman right here?
Her eyes were still the brightest hazel green eyes I have ever gazed upon, her body was no longer slender, it was fully rounded, her breasts were more round now, her waist thinner and her butt firmer, and the way the dress she wore hugged her body in the right places.
Chill the fuck out, Nolan. I cautioned myself, I am a fucking married man.
A married man and here stood before me, my ex-wife, looking so refined, so beautiful, so hot.
I looked for her when she left. I did, but never found her.
I could hear Brad say something about some paperwork and the lady in a black dress and red hair who stood beside her exited the banquet hall to the back with Brad.
Now here we stood. Alone. My mind is raging with thoughts. I am losing my mind just staring at her.
Thousands of questions flooded my mind. But one question stood out.
WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN FOR FIVE YEARS, ALANNA.
"Alanna," I started, I wasn't sure what I was going to say, but I couldn't just stand here staring at her in silence.
She scowled at me, there was disgust in her eyes, it took me back to the day she had asked me for a divorce. She had the same look.
"Mr. Westbrook," she responded, her glare being replaced with a deadpan look, she was expressionless.
"Just Nolan would do," I muttered, I wasn't trying to make the meeting less formal but I wanted to get rid of the awkwardness and the immense tension in the air.
"I would rather address you as Mr. Westbrook and I would equally appreciate it if you called me, Ms. Alanna or Clarkson," she replied in a cold tone.
What the fuck happened to her. This Isn't the sweet Alanna that I knew back then, the lady who would make dinner for me and I would tell her it tasted bad just to spite her, and she would whip up another plate for me.
I cringed at my own thought, I was mean to her.
"Okay, if you insist," I smoldered, moving an inch closer to her, she smelt great, the cologne on her body smelled exquisite, and the fragrance of her skin smelled expensive.
"I am just surprised to see you, it has been five years, it is almost like you disappeared from the face of the earth and here you are looking….. Different."
I got nothing, no expression from her, she still appeared uninterested, and unimpressed.
I was trying too hard.
For fuck sake, I am fucking Nolan Westbrook, I shouldn't be trying this hard.
"Mr. Westbrook, I would appreciate it if you don't say things like that. Given our history, and acknowledging the fact that we were once married, I would prefer it that all interaction should be related to business,"
The fuck, she did not.
She just pulled the same diplomatic shit she pulled on Chloe on me. That was so embarrassing.
I was about to respond to her when Brad returned with the Assistant who had left with him earlier, she had a paper in her hands.
"Here is the legal paperwork, Ms. Alanna, I am sure you would find all the documents you requested properly filed" Brad announced as he strode back to where we stood. His presence gives me the irk. And it doesn't help when everyone thinks he is the responsible one.
"Thank you, Mr. Brad," she replied with a smile.
"The investors, shareholders, and stakeholders are waiting for your speech," Brad says with a pleasant smile, but I know him too well to know that he was faking it.
"Sure," Alanna says casually and follows him to the stage.
My mind began to connect the dots, she only has 13% shares of the company, and she doesn't have to make a speech. It is not like she is a major shareholder.
I was still deep in thought when Chloe returned with her father.
"Where is she? I hope she has left. "
I didn't bother to respond to her, I only gestured towards the stage where Alanna stood, she was introduced by Brad and handed over the mic.
"That attention-seeking bitch," Chloe cursed out.
I didn't respond, I was already at the peak of my "Chloe-related drama" for the day.
"Thank you very much, everyone," Alanna spoke with a smile, her voice sounding soothing and gracious, her wavy hair blown in synchrony. Her lips curved into one of the most beautiful smiles I have ever seen.
She is so breathtaking.
"I have gotten the opportunity to converse with some of the shareholders," she continued, "Although represented by my legal team, and I assure you LUCA EMPIRE is looking forward to the expansion, we were able to acquire more shares from other shareholders and now hold 40% shares in the WESTBROOK Empire,"
My jaw dropped, enough to hit the floor. What the actual fuck, she is now a major shareholder in the company I am the CEO of.
That means I would be seeing more of her.
This is not good, not good at all, especially when she is looking so damn gorgeous as this.
ALANNAThe look on Nolan's face when I announced I had 40 percent shares of his company was priceless. "This bitch," I could see Chloe mouth out the curse, her face consumed with spite and rage. I couldn't care less about Chloe. When I reached out to other investors to acquire their shares, I kept it quiet, I didn't want to come back as a shareholder, I wanted to come back as a major one. I sauntered down the podium as applause came from every angle of the hall. I walked down to where Nolan stood, he was still dumbfounded. "As a major shareholder, I would be coming about the company often, I will require an office," I paused, Brad was scribbling down all my requests in a notepad while Nolan stared at me. Chloe was already drunk, staggering to stand on her stilettos, while my father held her for balance. "You know what, I will just have my assistant Angela email all that to you, this would include your accounts, your numbers, I want to see them all,"Nolan's eyes widened in di
NOLAN"That fucking bitch, who the fuck does she think she is coming back from the dead…." I tuned Chloe's voice out, she had been cursing and spitting all kinds of words since we left the banquet hall. I was a little bit tipsy, I regretted having that shot of alcohol. I had not drunk liquor since the night of the drunken sex with Alanna. But today, I was so angry and anxious at the same time. All kinds of emotions flooded my being with Alanna's return. At one point, I was kind of happy to see her, she looked so elegant and beautiful. A lot had changed about her, but when she decided to play dirty and go to my shareholders to obtain their shares, all I could feel was anger. I worked my ass off to get the company to where it is now, after my father almost ruined it, with debt and embezzling funds, and investors were pulling out. But here comes Alanna from nowhere, owing a major share of the company I sweat day in and out to keep afloat. "Are you even listening to me?" Chloe asked,
ALANNAI hate this fucking town, no wonder I left. Coming back to this town and being the headline for one week was not the sort of attention I wanted, especially when I still have a lot of secret hidden away in my closet. I got out of the car and there were reporters everywhere, "Ms. Alanna, do you plan on getting back together with your ex-husband?" the slender body reporter asked, I sighed, I wasn't going to grace them with any form of response. We kept strong toward the building as they kept asking questions. "Do you plan to take away your sister's husband?" another reporter asked. I rolled my eyes, all they want to know is that. “I hate reporters and their no sense of privacy,” Angela continued with her whining as we made our way up the elevator of the Westbrook empire. "You need to get used to it, now that we are in the spotlight, you need to learn to deal with them," I muttered as we got into the elevator and Angela pressed the button leading up to the third floor.
NOLANAlanna would be the death of me, Alanna drives me crazy, literally, I am going crazy just staring at her. Why did she come back? To make me pay for all I did to her? To make me suffer? To make me want her more than I have ever wanted her before? "So let us start with why over two billion dollars of funds are unaccounted for in your account," a smirk formed on her face. Alanna is evil, she is the she-devil, here to drag me to hell with her.Brad swallowed, this was no news to any of us, we all knew about the missing fund, it took selling my soul to the devil to keep the company afloat and by the devil, I mean Alanna, if not for the missing fund, we would have not been looking for more investors and we would have not partnered with LUCA empire which turns out to be Alanna’s company.“Ms. Alanna can we discuss this in the office maybe some other time?” Brad spoke out, coming to our rescue, I was still trying to find my words and pacing, this is the effect Alanna has on me, she t
ALANNA"Does it remind you of when you called out my name, begging me to continue,"Nolan has always been the object of my every desire, whenever I wanted to get sexually aroused, Nolan’s face appears. He had been the only man who had touched me, who I ever wanted to touch me.My heart melts at Nolan’s name, my mind sink to the abyss of my innermost dirtiest desire at the mention of Nolan’s name."Mr. Westbrook" I was pleading, I knew I was at my breaking point, he was pushing me to the wall, pushing every buttons, he knew his game, he was poking me at the place I couldn’t resist"Does it remind you of when you asked me to stop but wanted more." he mutters with a stern look, there was something deadly about his gaze.I should have walked away, run, or gotten the fuck out of here, but I didn’t. I am no longer that scared girl he used to know, I am not weak. I should stand my ground, but as he moved closer to me, closing the distance between us, I could feel my knees go weak, my body fa
NOLAN "But if you try to get in my way, I will make sure I burn bridges and I don't mind if you are on it," she threatened. She meant it, every single word. There was something sinister about the way she looked at me, I can almost say she stared at me with evil intent. "Alanna I am not here to start a war with you," I commented, trying to keep my voice as low as possible, trying to stop the rage and anger that was already boiling inside of me. "Neither am I, Mr. Westbrook,"I rolled my eyes, again with this formality, earlier on when she called my name, I could see all the desire in them when she did. Call me crazy, but she had the same look when I would pin her to the wall, raise her nightgown and fuck her from behind while she moans to the wall loudly in all ferocity. "Then why are you digging into our account to find dirt on me?" I asked and she chuckled."There wasn't really much of digging, it wasn't hidden, even a blind man might see it if he looks harder,"And suddenly, a
ALANNA I am so exhausted, mentally and sexually.I have been craving sex so badly since I came back to this fucking town, my hormones have been raging. Was it the Nolan effect? Being in the same town with your ex-husband, the only man you have ever been with. That has to be sexually exhausting in some way. "Ms Alanna, are we going to pick up the twins?" Angela asked and a smile curved on my lips, my babies, my little bundle of joy. When I left Nolan and had my children, they became my life, my all, Lucas and Lucy, they became the essence of my existence. "Can you go ahead and pick them up, there are some things I need to take care of, I will meet you at home," I replied to her. She nodded and went ahead of me, she was good with the kids and it helped that they were also fond of her. Being a single mother and a top business owner can be exhausting, my mind flickers to the fact that I would be doing a whole lot now trying to hide away the children from their father, Nolan.I was a
NOLANBrad is a fucking dick!He is the worst kind of seemingly "Good" guy because he is not even great. " You want to take me to the board and you are telling me your plan beforehand, what kind of idiot are you?" He was about to cuter but I didn't let him get out any word. "What happened to the element of surprise, haven't you learned anything from working with me?" I added. He was scowling now, he hates me. I know, I also feel the same way about him. "Unlike you, Nolan, I am not a coward. I like fighting my battle face on, and not behind my opponent, waiting for them to put in all the work and just come back and rip the fruit,"I smirked, I knew all too well what he was talking about, "Don't tell me dear brother you are still bitter about that, that despite all your years of ass kissing you weren't still made the CEO," I wasn't asking.He moved closer to me, I didn't flinch, instead, I leaned against the wall, my hands crossed defensively. "I am not bitter about it, and it is
ALANNAStanding at the back of the church, the soft melody of the wedding march echoing through the air. Who would have thought that after everything—after all the pain, the heartbreak, and the betrayal—I would find myself here, about to marry Nolan Westbrook, the man I once believed was the source of all my suffering? Life has a strange way of leading you exactly where you need to be, even when you fight it every step of the way.Pedro, my rock, my father in every way that mattered, stood beside me. He looked at me with pride, his eyes shining with unshed tears. "You ready, Dear?" His voice was steady, but I could hear the emotion behind it.I nodded, feeling my heart swell with gratitude. This was the man who had taken me in, loved me unconditionally, and gave me the family I had always longed for. And now, he was about to walk me down the aisle to start a new chapter of my life.As we began to move forward, the sight before me took my breath away. The church was filled with the peop
NOLAN"Closure doesn't come from forgetting the past but from facing it head-on."The wind blew softly as we stood at Chloe's grave, the air filled with the scent of freshly turned earth and the distant hum of the city. It had taken us a long time to get here, to stand at this place with a sense of peace instead of anger or regret. I looked down at the headstone, its cold surface a stark reminder of all that had happened, all that we had lost and gained.In my arms, little Chloe stirred, her tiny hands grasping at the air. She was so innocent, unaware of the twisted history that brought her into this world. But that was how it would stay. Alanna and I had promised each other that this child, this beautiful little girl, would never know the darkness that shadowed her birth. She would be loved, cherished, and protected from the truth that could shatter her world.Alanna knelt beside the grave, placing a single white rose on the headstone. Her voice was soft, but there was strength in it
ALANNAWhen Lucas stepped out of the shadows, gun in hand, my heart clenched with a fear I hadn’t felt in years. The happiness of moments before—Nolan’s proposal, the promises of a future together—seemed to shatter like glass around us. All I could see was Lucas, his face twisted with rage and pain, his eyes filled with a darkness that sent chills down my spine.It was as if everything we’d gone through, every battle we’d fought, was leading up to this moment. But instead of feeling strong, I felt vulnerable, exposed. Lucas was no longer the boy I once knew. He was a man consumed by hatred, and that hatred was directed at me.“You came into my life and took everything,” Lucas snarled, his voice trembling with barely suppressed anger. “You took my family, you took the only love I had ever known, and now you’ve ruined everything!”I tried to find the right words, something that could reach him, something that could make him see reason. But nothing came. All I could do was stand there, f
ALANNA"Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies."Shopping with Angela was just the distraction I needed. The weight of everything—Nolan’s court case, the uncertainty of our future—had been pressing down on me like a storm cloud. But here, in the brightly lit aisles, surrounded by the scent of fresh clothes and the chatter of happy customers, I felt lighter. Angela had a way of making even the most mundane tasks feel like an adventure.We wandered through racks of dresses, holding up options and debating the merits of each one. Angela was in the middle of showing me a deep red dress when she suddenly paused, a small smile playing on her lips.“Jake asked me to move in with him.”The words hung in the air between us, and I felt a surge of happiness for her. “He did? That’s amazing, Angela! How do you feel about it?”Angela looked thoughtful, her fingers brushing the fabric of the dress she was holding. “I don’t know. I mean, I love him, and I can see a future with him.
Nolan"Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere."The courthouse loomed before me, a symbol of the justice I’d been seeking ever since that fateful day. The memories of what Brad had done—of what he’d put my family through—played on a loop in my mind. There was no forgetting the fear in Alanna’s eyes, the sound of the gunshot, the moment when everything nearly ended for us. Today was about more than just a verdict; it was about setting things right, about reclaiming the peace that Brad had stolen from us.As I sat in the courtroom, the weight of the moment settled heavily on my shoulders. This wasn’t just about me. It was about Alanna, about our children, about the future we’d almost lost. I glanced over at Alanna, who was seated beside me. Her hand rested in mine, her grip tight and unyielding. We had come this far together, and we were going to see it through to the end.Mr. Collins, my lawyer, stood and approached the stand where I was seated. He was calm, composed, the
ALANNA“Family isn't just about blood; it's about who stands by you when the world falls apart."As we walked into the restaurant, the warm glow of the lights and the soft hum of conversation made me feel at ease. This place, with its cozy ambiance and inviting atmosphere, was perfect for the first dinner we’d have together as a family—one that finally felt whole. I glanced around at everyone, feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness. It had been a whirlwind of emotions since discovering the truth about my past, and now, here we were, trying to create something new from the ashes of what once was.Nolan squeezed my hand gently as we approached our table. He could sense my nerves and, as always, knew exactly what I needed—a reminder that I wasn’t alone in this. The kids ran ahead, excited to see the menu and all the possibilities it promised. Mrs. Westbrook, who had become such a steady presence in our lives, followed behind them, her eyes twinkling with affection as she watched
ALANNAALANNA*"The truth is like a slow-burning fuse—inevitable and explosive, lighting up the darkest corners of our past."*The air in the room felt heavy, laden with the weight of all the secrets that had been suffocating us for years. Chloe's father sat across from me, his eyes tired and red, as if he had been wrestling with his conscience for a long time. I knew this conversation would change everything, yet I wasn’t prepared for what was coming.For so long, I had lived under the shadow of a truth I didn’t fully understand. I knew that the people I had called my parents weren’t truly mine, but beyond that, there was only darkness—a void that left me feeling lost and incomplete. Today, it seemed, that void was about to be filled.He took a deep breath, as if trying to steady himself for what he was about to reveal. "Alanna, I owe you the truth, even though it's a truth I've buried for far too long. You see, your real parents—they weren’t who you thought they were."I nodded, my
ALANNA“Some truths are too heavy to bear, but they must be carried nonetheless.”The phone rang late in the evening. Nolan and I were curled up on the couch, enjoying a rare moment of peace. When he saw Chloe’s name flash across the screen, he hesitated, the tension immediately creeping back into his shoulders. He glanced at me, his brows furrowed in concern.“I’ll answer,” I offered, knowing that whatever she had to say would weigh on him. He handed me the phone, relief mingled with worry in his eyes.“Hello?” I tried to keep my voice steady, but my mind raced with possibilities. Why was she calling now?“Alanna,” Chloe’s voice was weak, almost unrecognizable. There was an urgency in her tone that sent a chill down my spine. “I’m at the hospital. I need you and Nolan to come… please, it’s important.”Before I could respond, she hung up. I stared at the phone, my mind reeling.“What did she say?” Nolan’s voice broke through my thoughts.“She’s at the hospital. She wants us to come… N
NOLANI don't want this night to end," I murmured, my lips brushing against her ear. The words hung in the air, heavy with meaning and longing. I looked into Alanna's deep blue eyes, and I knew she felt the same way."Then let's not let it end," Alanna whispered back, her fingers trailing down my chest, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. The touch of her hands on my skin sent a shiver of anticipation running through me. I couldn't resist her any longer. I swept her off her feet, carrying her up the stairs to our bedroom, where we could forget about the rest of the world and just be with each other.I couldn't help but think about how far we had come. It wasn't just about the physical connection, though that was incredible. It was about the way she looked at me, the way she touched me, the way she made me feel. I knew that I had found something special with Alanna, something that I never wanted to let go of.I kissed her deeply, my tongue exploring her mouth as our bodies pressed t