"We are not able to find Natasha and Lucas. They must have known that we are coming after them." Alina said. "You don't have to worry about it. In whatever rat hole they are hiding, I'll drag them out of there. I know how to lure them." Anton said. "Am I a part of your plan, or are you gonna do everything on your own?" She raised her brow."Let's hold an exhibition at your art gallery. We will invite all the prominent businessmen in the exhibition. " Anton told her."What exactly are you going to do in exhibition?" Alina asked as she couldn't figure out his plan."We are going to invite all the businessmen of the city in the exhibition . We have to spread rumors that you are going to get a huge investment. They hate you, and they would probably try to ruin it for you. They have lost their everything because of you so they won't let you gain benefits. " Anton explained. "That's a good idea. That way, they will come out of hiding so we can keep an eye on them." She said. "Now you ne
"Anton, have they arrived?" Alina asked about Lucas and Natasha. "No, they are not here yet. But I'm sure they would definitely come. They would try to do something bad to you, but don't get intimidated by it. " Anton said. They are currently in the exhibition in Alina's Golden Leaf Art Gallery. They are waiting for the arrival of the troublemaker. "Miss Martin, your painting is just breathtaking. Most of your works are mesmerising. It's so hard to take my eyes off." Rupert Antonov said. He is the CEO of Antonov Housing and Anton's high school classmate. "Thank you so much for the appreciation, Mr Antonov . And please call me Alina." Alina smiled."Then it's Rupert for you, Alina." He replied. "Rupert, it's been a long time, buddy." Anton hugged him."Indeed. Thanks for inviting me, though. " Rupert said. "Thanks for coming at such short notice. And I'm glad that you are helping us in handling Lucas." Anton said. "Anything for you, buddy. You don't have to thank me. Just find m
"So, Miss master mind, where is your genius brain?" Lucas asked sarcastically. "Don't act as if you are so smart. " Natasha said bitterly. "At least I'm not dumb like you. If Alina had got a doubt about her father's death and she got it investigated, then you and me would have been behind the bars." Lucas said. "We aren't behind bars. Are we? Stop accusing me for every single thing." Natasha snarled. "Because you are responsible for every fucking problem. Because of your horny ass we got caught on wedding day, and now, because of your stupidity, the truth behind her father's would have been out." Lucas pointed finger at her. She pushed him aggressively."Don't you dare to talk to me in that tone again. " Natasha warned. "As if I'm interested in talking to you." He walk past her."Lucas Marshall, I'll make you pay for this." She said with gritted teeth.***"Where are we going?" Alina asked. "Did you forget about the surprise?" Anton asked. "Woah, thanks for reminding me. I'm so
"Lucy, have you seen Anton?" Alina asked. "Master has already left for work." Lucy replied. "Oh." Alina felt sad as Anton had been avoiding her recently. He goes to work before she wakes up and comes home after she goes to bed."Alina, if you don't mind, can I ask you something?" Francis said. "Sure," Alina looked at the Francis. Francis took off her glasses."Is everything alright between you and master? I know I am overstepping by asking such personal questions, but master seems to be stressed." Francis said. "It's my fault. I don't know what to do." Alina said sadly."I don't know what's going on between you too, but I know for sure that both of you are getting hurt because of this distance. Please try to sort it out." Francis said.***"Mr Rodriguez, Miss Martin is here to meet you." His assistant said through the intercom."Let her in." Anton said. "Why are you avoiding me, Anton?" Alina asked as soon as she entered his cabin."How may I help you, Miss Martin ?" Anton asked.
"Blakely, where are you taking me? I told you to take me home." Alina said as she noticed that Blakely was following the wrong route. "Relax ma'am, Mr Rodriguez's bodyguard was following us. That's why I changed the route. " Blakely replied. "Okay, drive carefully." Alina closed her eyes as she was having a headache due to all the mess.She opened her eyes when she felt sting on her neck."What did you inject?" She asked when she saw the syringe in Blakely's hand."You are just going to sleep for a while, Miss Martin. " Blakely smirked nastily. "Why did you do this, Blakely?" Alina said as her eyelids started to get heavy. Alina fell unconscious, and Blakely signaled some men to carry her inside the villa.****"Damn it, Alina, where are you?" Anton cried in frustration as he was driving here and there to find her. He looked everywhere for her. He even checked Lucas's villa. Blakely was also not at her apartment. "The tracker set on Blakely's car was found on a tree. She threw it
"I think I have found her." Jason said. "Did you? Where is she? Tell me already. " Anton asked impatiently. "I'm not sure, but there are 99% chances that she might be here." Jason said. "If there is even 0.01% chance, I'm willing to give it a try. So tell me the location already. " Anton said. Jason showed him his tab and pointed at the red dot on the map. "I have got the information that at this place there is an abandoned villa. Guess what, who is the owner of that villa." Jason said. "Who is it?" Anton asked curiously. "Lucas's late mother. This villa was gifted to her by his father on their wedding. So after she passed away, Lucas was the legal heir. So, I guess they have been hiding here. This villa is almost outside the city." Jason said. "You are right. And I don't think that he ever told Alina about this villa. And this villa have been abandoned for years as you mentioned, so they must have thought that we could never guess their hideout. " Anton was able to connect al
"Why are you standing here alone?" Anton asked when he saw Alina standing in the garden."Just came here for some fresh air." Alina replied and inhaled the earthiness of the air. That fragrance of several flowers mixed with the smell of the wet soil was so soothing and refreshing. "Let's sit on the bench. " Anton suggested, and she agreed with it."Moon is so beautiful tonight. " Alina said as she looked at the beauty of the moon."Yeah, it is. " He replied while looking at her face. Her features were looking mesmerising under the moonlight. "For an artist like me, nature is the best source of inspiration. These bright stars, dark sky, and that beautiful moon, it feels like they all are telling me something. This beautiful night sky is beholding many untold stories. " Alina said. "Why did you leave home?" Anton asked. "Because this is just a house, not a home without you. When you were not even looking at me, avoiding me all the time, then what was even the point of staying here?"
"I'm going to club with my friends. " Alina said over call."I can't restrict you from going to the club, but you need to be careful and take Jason with you.You better not get too late and don't drink too much."Anton replied from the other end of the line."No, I'll be fine. Natalie is going to be with me. You don't have to worry too much. Bye-bye. Love yaa." She said. "Okay, if you are not taking bodyguard, then I'll come along." Anton said sternly. "It's fine, Anton. And it's a girl gang party, you will get bored." She reasoned."Listen, Alina, you are not going without bodyguard. " But listening to him, she hung up."Aish, what do I do with this girl." He mumbled under his breath. He texted Natalie to ask about the location of the club and called Jason to protect her secretly. "Zack, reschedule the rest of the meeting for tomorrow. I'll get home early. " Anton said to his assistant. "Sure, I'll do it." Zack replied. 'I need to get home before her. She might end up being too d
The villa was a picture-perfect scene of Christmas cheer. Twinkling lights adorned the exterior, casting a warm glow over the snow-dusted garden, while a large Christmas tree stood proudly in the living room, its ornaments glinting in the soft light. The scent of fresh pine and cinnamon filled the air, mingling with the laughter and chatter of friends and family. Alina held her one-month-old daughter close, cradling the tiny bundle in her arms as guests arrived. She smiled, watching as Linton and Gabriel practically hovered around her, peering down at the baby with wide-eyed wonder. “Is she really my sister?Sometimes it feels like a dream mommy.” Linton asked for the tenth time, his voice filled with awe. Alina chuckled softly. “Yes, sweetheart. She’s really your sister. You got exactly what you asked Santa for last Christmas.” Linton beamed, reaching out a cautious hand to touch his sister’s tiny fingers. “Hi, baby sister,” he whispered. “ I’ll always protect you.” Gabriel,
The doorbell rang, and Alina smiled, knowing exactly who it was. A few moments later, Linton’s excited voice echoed through the hall as he raced toward the door to greet his best friend, Gabriel. “Gabriel!” Linton yelled, throwing the door open and giving his friend a high-five. Gabriel grinned as he stepped inside, holding a little gift bag in his hand. “Hey, Linton! Hi, Aunt Alina!” Gabriel greeted, his eyes wide with excitement as he approached her. “How’s the baby?” Alina chuckled, patting her belly. “Getting bigger every day, Gabriel. And she’s quite active today.” Linton immediately perched himself beside his mom, his eyes sparkling with interest. “Can I talk to her again, Mommy?” he asked with a shy smile. “Of course, sweetheart.” She smoothed down her shirt and leaned back so the boys could get closer. Gabriel scooted onto the couch beside Alina, looking both curious and excited. He handed her the little gift bag, inside of which was a small stuffed bunny with floppy ea
Alina rested on the couch, a blanket draped over her legs and her hand resting on her rounded belly. At seven months pregnant, her baby bump was unmistakable, and it was a joy to see how much it had become a part of the family’s daily life. From Anton’s frequent hand resting over her belly to Linton’s fascination with “talking” to his baby sibling, the whole house seemed to radiate warmth and anticipation. Linton, bursting with excitement, had clambered up onto the couch beside her, his small hands gingerly placed over her belly as if holding a fragile treasure. He leaned in close, his expression serious as he started whispering to the baby. “Hi, baby sis,” Linton said, his voice soft but filled with excitement. “It’s me, Linton, your big brother! I can’t wait to meet you, and I’m gonna teach you everything I know. We’re gonna play so many games, and I’ll teach you how to draw dinosaurs and superheroes. And… and I’ll share my toys, too!” Alina chuckled, resting her hand over his.
Alina gently ruffled Linton’s hair, nudging him awake. Anton was already up, sipping his coffee in the kitchen, as she whispered to their son, "Wake up, Linton. I have a surprise for you today." Linton’s eyes fluttered open, and he rubbed them with his small fists, his face brightening instantly at the word “surprise.” “A surprise? Where are we going, Mommy?” Alina smiled. “You’ll see soon enough. Go get dressed, and we’ll be on our way.” As Linton scrambled out of bed and rushed to get ready, Alina made her way to the kitchen. She kissed Anton on the cheek, feeling a surge of excitement about the secret she was about to share. She had been working on a special painting for weeks, pouring her heart into every brushstroke, and today, she would finally reveal it. “Where are we off to this morning?” Anton asked, raising an eyebrow with curiosity as he sipped his coffee. “Just a little outing to the gallery. I have something special to show you both,” Alina replied, her eyes twin
Alina and Anton pulled into the driveway of David and Isabella’s home. Their hearts were light, filled with the warmth of their recent trip to Paris and the excitement of reuniting with their little one. As they stepped out of the car, Linton’s energy was palpable; he bounced on his feet, his eyes sparkling with anticipation as he saw his parents getting down the car. "Mom-dad I missed you so much." Linton hugged their legs. Anton picked him up in his arms. “Are we ready to see Gabriel?” Anton asked, ruffling Linton’s hair. “Yes! I want to show him the new toys you brought!” Linton exclaimed, practically dragging his parents toward the front door. Alina chuckled at her son’s enthusiasm. “Hold on, buddy. Let’s not rush too much. We’ve got to make sure we greet everyone first.” They rang the doorbell, and moments later, David swung the door open, a wide grin lighting up his face. “Welcome back, you guys! We missed you! Literally ever since Linton got to know you are coming he h
Steam filled the bathroom, the warm mist clinging to the glass walls of the shower as water falling softly. Alina leaned against the cool tiles, her body relaxing under the hot spray. She felt a gentle touch at her waist, and without opening her eyes, she knew it was Anton. "Mind if I join you?" his deep voice rumbled softly in her ear, a smile evident in his tone. Alina smiled and turned slightly, glancing over her shoulder. "Of course sweetheart. You never need permission." Anton chuckled, stepping closer, his hands slowly trailing up her arms, pulling her back against his chest. The heat of his body mixed with the warmth of the water, enveloping her in comfort and safety. "I thought I’d be polite today so I was asking for permission," he teased, his lips brushing against the side of her neck, sending a shiver down her spine. Alina leaned her head back, resting it against his shoulder. "You? Polite?" she teased back, the warmth of his breath tickling her skin. "Hey, I c
David's house was alive with the sounds of giggles and shuffling papers as Linton and Gabriel sat side by side at the large wooden dining table, their books spread out before them. “Got it!” Gabriel declared triumphantly, holding up his math workbook. Linton, still scribbling away on his own page, glanced at him with a smirk. “You think you’re fast, huh? Let me check that.” He leaned over, playfully scrutinizing Gabriel’s work. “Hmm... looks right, but I bet I can finish mine faster.” “Oh, it’s on!” Gabriel grinned, and they both dove back into their homework with renewed energy. Isabella stood at the kitchen counter, watching the boys with a fond smile. She was whipping up pancake batter for their afternoon snack, the aroma of freshly made batter already filling the air. The kitchen was warm and inviting. She glanced over her shoulder at David, who was reading on the couch, occasionally glancing up to chuckle at the boys' competitive banter. “I love how determined they are,
The next day, Paris greeted us with a warm breeze and a clear blue sky.Anton was already up, sipping on his coffee by the window as he admired the view. I walked over to him, still in my pajamas, and leaned against his arm, taking in the sight of the Eiffel Tower standing tall in the distance. “We’re really doing this, huh?” I asked, smiling as I looked up at him. Anton grinned, setting his cup down on the table. “Absolutely. Are you ready for a day of cliches and tourist photos?” I laughed, nodding. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.” An hour later, we were standing at the foot of the Eiffel Tower, and despite the crowds around us, I couldn’t help but feel the excitement bubbling up inside. Anton had his camera ready, capturing moments before we even started climbing. Every few steps, he’d stop, turn to me with that teasing smile, and snap a picture—of me laughing, of us together, of the view. "Okay, one more,” Anton said, holding up his phone, getting us both into the fram
Anton’s hand brushed softly against the small of my back as we entered the suite, his touch lingering just a little longer than necessary. I looked around, taking in the breathtaking view from the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city of Paris. The Eiffel Tower sparkled in the distance. Everything about this place felt perfect—luxurious and romantic. The door clicked shut behind us, and the sound echoed in the quiet, intimate space. I placed my purse on the plush chair near the window and took a deep breath, letting the atmosphere of the city sink in. “We’re really here,” I said softly, more to myself than to Anton. Anton chuckled behind me, his arms sliding around my waist. “We are. No distractions. No meetings. Just you, me, and Paris.” I leaned back against him, closing my eyes and enjoying the warmth of his embrace. For the first time in what felt like forever, we had no obligations pulling us in different directions. Just us. I turned in his arms, looking up a