Alexander "The investors you requested are here," James said over the phone.I hesitated, unsure of what to do. Amelia was still recovering in the hospital, and I didn't want to leave her side. But the meeting with the investors was crucial - it was my chance to finally deal with Paul once and for all. I thought about how Amelia was still grieving, and my heart went out to her. "Cancel the meeting, James," I said finally. "Reschedule it for tomorrow. I have something I need to take care of today.""Okay, boss." I felt a pang of guilt for even considering leaving Amelia. But I knew how crucial this meeting was. I couldn't let Paul's schemes ruin everything I'd worked hard for. But I couldn't abandon Amelia even when I knew she had her best friend with her. I saw how heartbroken she was. And to even blame herself? God! That was too much.It was dark already, and I was still in the hospital. Two couples sat beside me in the waiting room. The woman kept crying uncontrollably, her fac
Selene"Oh, fuck me, Alexander. Fuck me." I screamed out. "I'm not Alexander!" Daniel yelled, breaking the moment."Shut up and fuck me, you idiot!" I retorted, wrapping my hand around his hip and grinding against him."Oh, yeah baby," I moaned. He stopped and pulled out his cock.Damn it."Is it Alexander you want now?" He asked, his voice tinged with jealousy."You've got to be fucking kidding, Daniel. You pulled out just to ask me that?" I stood up from the bed annoyed. He was staring down at me, his eyes filled with hurt. "Answer me, Selene." "I'm not in the mood to deal with your nagging," I said, getting up from the bed and putting my clothes on."Selene, when you called last night, and said you were coming, I thought it was because you missed me." "Oh, please Daniel. I only called you cause I needed to blow off some steam. I don't see why you're making a big deal out of this."He scoffed. "You called out Alexander's name too when we fucked last night. I ignored it and thou
AmeliaI slowly opened my eyes, I felt utterly exhausted. The first thing I saw was Alexander's face, and I couldn't help but gaze at him in wonder. His features were truly captivating - "handsome" didn't even begin to describe him. My hand rested on his chest, and I noticed his shirt was unbuttoned, revealing his chiselled physique. I lifted my head, my eyes drawn to his impressive body. My hand instinctively moved to his biceps, feeling the firm muscle beneath.He had been so kind to me yesterday. He said things I didn't know he could say and stayed with me the entire day.Who would have known that behind this beautiful smug face is a man very compassionate? I wouldn't be surprised if he goes back to being his usual cold and distant self once he woke up.I was about to reach out and touch his face when his eyes suddenly opened. Our eyes met, and I froze. My hand hovering above his face."How are you feeling?" He asked with a groggy voice as he struggled to sit up. "I'm ... I'm go
Amelia It was 8 am, and I was getting ready to go to the hospital. Alexander had left earlier to speak to his grandfather. I didn't tell him about the hospital call. I stepped out of the bathroom and noticed a note on the bed. I picked it up to read; 'BE RIGHT BACK' it was paired with a scribbled writing or drawing that had been cancelled. I couldn't figure out what it was. Perhaps an error. Was this just another side of Alexander? Or eas he trying to be romantic? No way! I brushed it off as just a simple note, but it still managed to stir a flutter in my chest. He had never written me a note before. And I’ve never gotten one. ****** "We found a large amount of RU-486 and misoprostol in your blood." The doctor said. My brow furrowed in confusion. "What? I don't understand, doctor." "It’s a pill used to remove pregnancy, Mrs Smith. I need to ask—" "That's impossible!" I exclaimed. "Here are your test results." She said, handing me the paper. "Mrs Smith, sometime
Alexander "What do you mean she lost the baby?" Pa Martins asked, his voice laced with confusion."Amelia had a miscarriage yesterday," I informed, glancing at my wristwatch. It was 8 am, and I had to be at the office before 10 am."Poor child. What was the cause of the miscarriage?" "Cervical issues." "Hmm. Now you no longer have a reason to be tied to her.""Come on, Pa. We just lost our baby, and that is what you could think of?" "Alexander, don't be overly emotional. We never got to find out if the child was yours. For all we know, she might have gotten rid of the baby herself to keep us from finding out." I felt a pang of anger. "I don't need proof to know if the child was mine or not Pa. I'm certain the baby belonged to me." "The only reason I allowed her to stay here, was because of the pregnancy. Now that the baby is no more. Why should she stay here?" "Because she's my wife. Besides the public already knows. There is no need hiding it anymore. Amelia will stay with me,
Amelia I paced back and forth, deep in thought as I processed what Isabel had just said. She stood patiently, waiting for my reaction or permission to leave.My mind was raced with questions and doubts, and I couldn't seem to shake off the feeling of unease that had settled in the pit of my stomach."Is there anything else, ma'am?" she asked. I let out a sigh of frustration, "Uh..." my response trailed off as I hesitated. My gaze drifted towards the door, distracted by the muffled murmurs and shuffling footsteps outside.I slowly approached the door and turned the handle. Pulled it open and was met with the sight of Alexander standing in the hallway, his back turned towards me. What on earth was he doing? Then he turned around, and his appearance caught me off guard. He looked like a nervous teenager about to ask his crush to prom, clutching a rose in one hand and a bag in the other. I wasn't sure what was in it.He looked fazed. "Hi," I said."Hi," he muttered, clearing his throat
SeleneAmelia's voice resonated through the walls, and I quickly approached my room door. I opened it slightly and peeked out to see what was happening."Isabel!" she yelled once more. I cracked open my door and caught a glimpse of her standing by the stairs before she hurried down. Curious, I tiptoed out of my room to follow her and see where she was going.I positioned myself by the stairs and peeked around, but she was nowhere to be seen. A minute passed, and then she reappeared, accompanied by a maid. It wasn't IsabelI quickly and quietly retreated to my room, carefully closing the door behind me to muffle the sound, so she wouldn't hear it click shut.As soon as I heard her door shut, I slipped out of my room once more, tip-toeing to her door, where I leaned in to listen to the conversations.From the way she questioned the maid, it was obvious she had become suspicious. I knew it was only a short time before she questioned Isabel. I had to find her first before Amelia did.I h
Amelia "What are you doing here?" Selene's voice trembled with unease. "I...." I hesitated, unsure of why I needed to explain myself to her. Instead, I turned the question back on her, "What are you doing here?" "Nothing. I found the security guard fast asleep when I came. I tried to wake him, but he didn't budge - he's clearly in a very deep sleep." She turned back to the system, her fingers clicking away on the keyboard. "I just wanted to check the footage to see if I was still wearing my diamond necklace when I came back to the mansion," she said, her eyes fixed on the screen. I walked closer to see what she was doing. "There it is," She said as I got close. "Good night." She flashed me a warm smile. She began to walk away but then paused in her tracks, turning back to me. "You know, Amelia, I think we would really get along. We should be friends. We could go on a girls' trip together, do some shopping, talk about boys." She chuckled. I stood there, unsure of ho
Alexander“Hey,” her voice cut softly through the haze of my sleep.My eyes fluttered open to find her sitting on the edge of the bed, her hair tousled and a playful smirk tugging at her lips. “Good morning, darling,” I murmured, leaning forward to place a kiss on her lips. My fingers brushed her cheek as I pulled back. “How was your night?”She raised a brow. “You mean after you kept me awake for hours working on my body?”A chuckle rumbled from my chest as I propped myself up on my elbow. “I call that productive use of time.”“Productive?” she repeated, rolling her eyes dramatically. “You’ve got quite the definition of productivity, Alexander.”I reached out, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her back down onto the bed. She squealed in protest, but her laughter betrayed her enjoyment.“You didn’t seem to mind last night,” I teased, my lips brushing against her ear.Her cheeks flushed. “You’re impossible, you know that?”“And yet, here you are,” I said, smirking as I tigh
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