Alexander "This entire area is swarming with paparazzi!" I thundered at my security team. "Do your job and get them out of here immediately! Clear the premises now!"I stole one last glance at them before letting the curtain fall. It was a mess outside. They have surrounded the entrance of the estate.Why were they here? These people were like vultures, they only gathered where there was news. Amelia left the house alone, I wondered if the paparazzi spotted her as she was leaving. Have they found out about her? Pa Martins had made it clear the other day, that the public mustn't know about her or the pregnancy. I picked up my phone and dialled Amelia’s number. It went to voicemail. I tried again and it went straight to voicemail.Goddammit, Amelia? Where the fuck are you?! I slammed the door shut, squeezing my phone tightly in my fist.I tried her number again. Still the same response. Left with no other option, I resorted to tracking her location through her phone's GPS. I dialled
Selene "Ugh," I lifted my head with a groan and was immediately struck by the harsh sunlight, which felt like a dagger piercing through my brain. I fell back onto the bed. "Owww, I need coffee," I moaned. As I lay there, the events of the previous night came rushing back to me. I remembered kissing an unresponsive Alex. The flashback played in my head. "Selene, what the...!" he exclaimed, trying to push me away. But I held fast, my lips still pressed against his, refusing to let go. He finally broke away, shoving me backwards. I stumbled, regaining my balance. I glared at his insolent face. "Fine, I'll leave!" I snarled, storming over to where my dress lay, snagged it up and draped it over my head. "You're pathetic," I spat out and strode past him out of the room. "Damn Alexander and his attitude," I blurted out, shaking my head in annoyance as I returned to the present moment. A light tap on my door. “We leave in thirty minutes,” Alexander’s voice carried into the room
Amelia "I'll take a slice of each, please - vanilla, chocolate, and carrot cake," I requested.Hayley chuckled, "Wow, Amelia, you're really treating yourself to a lot of cake.""I know, I can't help it! Cake is my weakness," I replied with a laugh. It was nice outside. The weather was cool and Hayley was being a doll, as usual, paying for my treat. It was nice to step out of that imposing house and far away from my cold, absent-minded husband. Or should I say, boss?"Well, you've come to the right place. Our cakes are freshly baked and absolutely divine," the cashier chimed in."Definitely getting a few slices to go, then!" I said with a grin.Hayley raised an eyebrow. "You're going to eat all of that by yourself?"I nodded sheepishly cocking my head to Hayley. "It's what my baby wants.""Your baby, huh?" she teased, nodding towards my belly. "Well, I suppose you have a good excuse to indulge."I smiled, rubbing my belly affectionately. "Hey, someone's got to keep this little one ha
Amelia Mistress? Did he just call me Alexander's mistress?I halted in my tracks, standing like a deer caught in a headlamp. My head reeling from what I had just heard. The flashlights went off and I was blinded and dazed by them.Again, I felt Dean place one hand on my head and the other on my shoulder as he gently pushed me into the car. Hayley grabbed my hand, cradling it in hers."That was insane!" Hayley exclaimed. "I know, right?" I replied, still trying to catch my breath and gather my thoughts.Reporters surrounded the car, taking pictures and shouting at the tinted car glass as Dean drove away."How did they know?" I asked no one in particular. How did this happen? Panic set in as the thought of going to the house and facing Alexander, especially his grandfather crossed my mind."I had a feeling something was off. I just knew they were out there for you. I could feel it in my bones."Only a handful of people knew about my marriage to Alexander. I stared at my friend suspici
Alexander "Dean!" I yelled out. Striding out of the house in annoyance. He hastened to my side, "Yes, Mr Alex." "Go get me some ice cream." I curtly instructed."What kind of ice cream should I get, sir?" He asked. "Kind?" I asked confused."Yes, sir. Which flavour?" He clarified. I glared at him, realizing I hadn't asked Amelia what flavour she wanted. "Just get every flavour they have," I said, letting out a deep sigh. I could not believe I was doing this. But I gave in only because she was pregnant. I went into Pa Martins's room to see if he was still upset about the news, bidding my time until Dean returned."Pa" I called as I walked towards his bed. He raised his head briefly, acknowledging my presence before returning his focus to his phone. He was likely going through the articles that had been published in the news. And getting himself worked up."Have you discovered who leaked the story to the press?" He asked, his attention still on his phone. Give it a break, Pa.I s
Amelia "Please kiss me," I silently begged with my eyes shut tight. I waited, my lips still pressed lightly against his.I had imagined this moment in my mind countless times. When I could feel his lips on me. I wanted it to be as special as I had imagined.Time seemed to have stopped as I held my breath waiting. I could feel his breath as his lips parted slowly. Just as I thought our lips might finally meet, the jarring sound of his phone shattered our fragile moment.I opened my eyes to see him stepping back, a phone pressed to his ear. Disappointment surged through me as he turned and walked away leaving me alone. A sigh escaped me. He hadn't even spared a glance or a word. Alexander could be so cruel, but I still couldn’t shake the feeling of longing. I wondered what it would be like to be held by him, to have his complete attention on me for more than just a moment.I shivered at the thought and told myself it was pointless to dwell on what could have been.Later, as night fe
Selene I listened intently to the line as my father’s voice crackled from the other end. “Has he thrown her out of the house?”I leaned against the door frame, frustration gnawing at me. “She’s still there, but Martins is furious.”“Selene, is he furious enough to throw her out?” my father pressed.“From the way he spoke to Alex yesterday, he might not be furious enough yet. But when he finds out that the person who leaked the information was Amelia Fray, then he’ll be furious enough." I said, a sly grin spreading across my face.“Okay, keep me updated,” he instructed before the line went dead.I stepped out of my room, eager to see Amelia being expelled from the house. But everything seemed eerily calm. The house was quiet. I eavesdropped on Alex and Martins yesterday and overheard Martins instructing Alex to find out who had leaked the story.Given Alex’s efficiency, I expected him to have discovered the name of the person already. Was he really still unaware? Or was he reluctant?
Alexander "Selene Rodriquez!" I exclaimed. My phone pressed on my ear. "You are sure she's the owner of the number?" "Yes boss, I'm certain. The person who anonymously tipped off the press claimed Selene paid him to do so." The voice from the other end answered. I let out a deep sigh and ended the call. What was Selene playing at? I thought to myself. I shook my head. A wave of relief washed over me knowing I was right all along. It wasn't Amelia. God! I roughly raked my hand through my hair. What would I have done if she was the one? Throw her out? It was getting harder every day to resist that woman.Last night, I had almost given in to my desires. I was so close to tasting her soft lips. I smiled as I remembered her unusual night terror sounds. It had taken everything in me not to pin her to the bed and have her moaning out my mouth.I shook my head, trying to disperse the thoughts. There is no need to dwell on something that was bound to never happen.I dialled Charles's numbe
Selene “Hey, girl,” I said, standing up and rushing to hug Sarah as soon as she walked in. I wrapped my arms tightly around her. “I’m so sorry for what happened.”“It’s okay, Selene. It wasn’t your fault. You saw the signs and tried to warn me. I just wasn’t paying attention.”I pulled back slightly, holding her by the shoulders. “I knew that son of a bitch was up to something,” I muttered.She sighed and moved past me to sit on the couch. “I wish I wasn’t so blinded by love.”“Has he been found?” I asked, walking over to sit beside her. “Do they know where he is?”Sarah shook her head. “I don’t know. Alexander has people looking for him.”“So, they don’t know where he is,” I said flatly.“Yeah,” she confirmed. “All I know is that he’s out there somewhere, and I just hope Alexander’s people find him.”“What…” I hesitated for a moment, then asked. “what will Alex do to him when he finds him?”“I don’t know. But you know how Alexander is. Whatever he has planned for Henry won’t be good
Amelia Ella gestured toward the security guards stationed inside the house, her frustration written all over her face. “When do you think this will end?” she asked, her tone heavy with exasperation.I shook my head. “I don’t know.”“God, I just want this to be over,” she groaned. “I’m so sick of them following me everywhere. I even had to skip a party because I didn’t want to feel embarrassed.”I raised an eyebrow. “I thought having bodyguards was supposed to make you look cool.”She let out a sharp laugh, the kind that carried more annoyance than amusement. “Cool? Are you serious? It’s a party, not a red carpet event. The guards would just scare everyone off, keep them from even getting close to me. How am I supposed to meet anyone like that? How am I supposed to find the perfect guy? I just want to get laid, for God’s sake.”“I’m sorry, Ella. Alexander just wants us to be safe. Henry is still out there and—”She cut me off, throwing her hands up. “I know, I know! But I don’t think
Henry I glanced up from the stack of papers on my workbench when the sound of footsteps reached my ears. There he was, my father, strolling into my sanctuary like he owned the place. He pulled out a wooden chair and sat down, making himself comfortable.My relationship with my father was… complicated. He and I didn't always see eye to eye on a lot of things but I still loved him. He was the only family I had left. And family is important. At least that’s what people always said, right?“So, this is where you’ve been hiding. In your man cave,” he said, his tone as casual as ever.“Dad, what are you doing here?” I asked. “Didn’t I tell you to leave the country?”His jaw tightened. “Why should I leave for him? He’s the one who should be running, not me. I’m not afraid of him.”I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. “I never said you were, Dad. But Alex is probably out there looking for me right now. You shouldn’t have come. You might’ve led him here without realizing it.”I crossed
Alexander “Have you found him?” I snapped into the phone, pacing the room as my PI droned on.“No, but I’m doing everything—”“Fuck!” I cut him off sharply, the word tearing out of me before I could stop it. “Don’t call me again unless you’ve found him. Do you understand?”“Yes, sir,” he muttered and the line went dead.I stared at the phone in my hand, my frustration boiling over. “How hard is it to find one damn person?” I growled, hurling the phone against the wall. I couldn’t believe that bastard was still out there. After the disaster at the wedding, I’d insisted that Sarah and my mom stay at my mansion. There was no way I was leaving them alone, not with the risk hanging over all of us.The door to my study swung open suddenly, breaking my train of thought. My head snapped up. “Amelia,” I breathed out.“Are you okay?” she asked as she stepped into the room, her eyes scanning me. “I heard you yelling.”“Yeah. The PI I hired still hasn’t found Henry. I was yelling at him.” I mu
Alexander Sarah’s voice was thick with confusion as she stood beside Henry. “Alexander, Charlie. What’s going on?” she asked, her eyes darting between the two of us.Henry shot me a glare, his annoyance practically radiating off him.I didn’t give a damn. That bastard needed to feel my anger.I turned to the man standing beside them—his priestly robes suddenly irritating me more than they should. “Get out of here, priest,” I said, gesturing sharply toward the door.Without waiting to see if he obeyed, I turned to the rest of the room. “You can all leave now. Apologies for the inconvenience, and thank you for coming.” My voice was tight, barely polite.Sarah’s eyes flared with anger. “What the hell, Alexander? What are you doing?”I met her furious gaze without flinching. “Trust me, Sarah. You don’t want them here for this.”Her expression hardened, and her voice rose in defiance. “Maybe you’re the one who shouldn’t be here,” she snapped. “You kept everyone waiting, and now you show u
Amelia "Does Alexander plan on missing his sister's wedding?" Victoria whispered in my ear, her voice tight with concern.I shook my head quickly. "No, he said he would be here."Her brow furrowed as she glanced at the door, then back at me. "Then where is he? The ceremony has already started. He's supposed to walk Sarah down the aisle. Have you called him?"I felt a pang of unease in my chest. No, I hadn’t called him. But I should have."I forgot my phone in the car," I muttered."Please, find a way to reach him. If he doesn’t get here soon, his grandfather will have to take his place. We can’t keep waiting for him.""Alright." "Alright," I replied, though a knot tightened in my stomach.Alexander was never late. He should’ve been here by now. What if something had happened to him?I pushed the thought aside, trying to shake off the rising unease. With a shaky breath, I pulled my key from my pocket to unlock the car but froze when I saw a strange man in black jeans and a leather
AlexanderI burst into the room, my heart racing. "Fuck man, we have to get out of here now!" I exclaimed.Charlie looked up at me, his eyes filled with concern. "What happened?" he asked, struggling against the restraints that bound him to the chair.I scanned the room frantically, searching for an alternate escape route. "Is there another way out of this house? A back door, maybe?"Charlie shook his head. "Dude, I've been tied up for days. I don't even know where we are.""Fuck, fuck." I muttered a string of curses under my breath, pacing back and forth across the room. We had to get out, and fast."Your 'get- me- out-of- here' plan not working, huh?" he quipped, a small smile played on his face.I halted my frantic pacing, my eyes locking onto Charlie's grinning face. Irritation simmered beneath my surface."Wipe that fucking grin off your face, Charlie," I growled. "This isn't a joke. There's a man at the door, and I think he's here to take you out. If we don't get out of here no
Alexander I let out a sigh of relief as Sarah finally answered my call. "Hello, my handsome brother," her voice slurred through the line.I rolled my eyes. I'd been waiting for what felt like an eternity for her to pick up, and now I was met with her drunk chatter."I've called more than a hundred times, Sarah.""Really? Why, Alexander? Do you want to join my party?" Sarah's voice was laced with a playful giggle. "We are short of strippers. I mean, I have no interest in seeing your body... eww... but my friends seem to think that you're hot and sexy."I placed my hand on my forehead, shaking it in dismay. How was I supposed to have a serious conversation with my drunk sister? "No, I don't want to strip or be a stripper in your party. I called you for something more important.""You want to be among my bridesmaids?" she asked.I tried to steer the conversation back on track, but Sarah's drunken haze seemed to warp her understanding. I sighed inwardly. "No, Sarah. Do you remember wh
Alexander I steered my car out of the driveway, my phone pressed to my ear. "Hey, James, I need Mr. Thompson's address," I said, my voice clear and urgent.There was a brief pause before James responded, "Henry Thompson?""No, James. I don't mean Henry. I want the home address of Mr Thompson. Henry's father." I clarified."Oh, I don't have it but I could make a few calls." "Hurry up with the calls, I'm driving without a destination," I said navigating through the quiet street."Alright. Hold on." James instructed softly, placing me on hold.I drummed my fingers impatiently on the steering wheel, waiting for James to return with the information.I wasn't ashamed to admit that I was paranoid. I had to make sure my unsettling thoughts were at ease.My thoughts shifted to Amelia and a smile spread across my face. The look on her face when she asked If I was going to lock someone up. I couldn't tell her where I was going. She would have reminded me of how paranoid I was."Sir?" James' vo