As the sleek black car pulled up to the sprawling Sinclair estate, Aria stared in awe at the grandiose mansion that loomed before her. It wasn’t her first time seeing the Sinclair home, but now, as she stepped out of the car with her new title as Mrs. Sinclair, it felt entirely different. She had entered into this contract thinking she would be able to keep her distance, to play her part while remaining emotionally detached. But the weight of her new role pressed down on her with each passing second.Alexander exited the car first, his tall frame exuding his usual cool confidence, but he paused to help his grandmother out of the backseat. Aria followed, feeling somewhat out of place in her simple dress among the luxury that surrounded her.The moment Grandma’s feet touched the driveway, she reached out, clasping Aria’s hands in her own. Her warm, wrinkled fingers squeezed gently as she smiled up at her. “Welcome home, Aria,” Grandma said, her eyes shining with affection. “This is your
Aria hummed softly to herself as she scrubbed the ground in the front yard, a task she had taken upon herself to please Grandma. Her mind wandered to thoughts of impressing Mr. Sinclair. "Maybe if I show how hardworking I am, he'll be pleased and might even consider raising my salary," she mused, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. The joy of potentially making things better for herself was evident in the way she moved, her steps light, and her energy boundless. She was so absorbed in her task and thoughts that she didn’t notice the figure standing a few feet away, watching her with smoldering anger.Jessica had arrived at the Sinclair estate in a fury. After receiving the call from the housekeeper, her chest had been tight with rage and disbelief. She couldn’t fathom how Alexander—"her" Alexander—could possibly marry another woman without her knowledge. Jessica, the daughter of the prestigious David family, had grown up believing she was the only suitable match for Alex
Her heart raced with excitement as she watched them, and without a second thought, she rushed over to Alexander, her hands reaching out to touch his arm. “Alexander!” she exclaimed, a bright smile lighting up her face. “When did you get cured? How are you suddenly able to—”The moment her hand made contact with him, it was as though something snapped. Alexander recoiled, his body stiffening as his breathing quickened. The familiar, overwhelming sensation of panic surged through him, and his hands shot up to his temples, his eyes tightly shut as he struggled to breathe.Jessica’s smile faded instantly, replaced by a look of horror. “Oh no... you’re not cured...” she whispered, stepping back in disbelief as Alexander’s chest heaved with the effort to regain control. The sight of him brought back the harsh reality—he wasn’t cured. He hadn’t gotten over his fear.Panicked, Jessica turned and bolted from the yard, her voice shaking as she called out, “I’ll get help! Don’t worry, Alexander!
Alexander’s doctor, Dr. Hensley, had spent years trying to understand and cure Alexander’s gynophobia, but despite his best efforts, nothing seemed to work. Until now. News of Alexander’s recent relapse, followed by a miraculous recovery without his usual medication, intrigued Dr. Hensley. He couldn’t shake the curiosity that had been gnawing at him since he heard about it. How could Alexander’s condition improve so suddenly? Was it a fluke? Or was there something more? Driven by his relentless pursuit of answers, Dr. Hensley decided to meet with Alexander."Alexander, I'd like you to bring Aria in for a blood test," Dr. Hensley suggested during their call. "I think her presence might have something to do with your recovery, and I want to run a few tests to confirm."Alexander was hesitant. He didn't want to put Aria through any unnecessary medical procedures, but Dr. Hensley assured him it would be quick and harmless, just a simple blood sample. After mulling it over, Alexander reluc
Jessica’s plan had been simmering for days, and today, she was finally ready to put it into motion. She arrived at the Sinclair mansion with a confident stride, her mind set on her mission. Aria had been gaining Alexander’s attention for too long, and Jessica had no intention of letting her keep it. If she couldn’t win Alexander’s heart with her beauty charm, she’d resort to more nefarious means.As she entered the kitchen, she noticed it was empty, except for the pot of soup simmering on the stove.Jessica’s lips twisted into a sneer. “Let’s see how perfect you are after this, Aria,” she whispered under her breath.With a quick glance around to ensure no one was watching, Jessica opened the lid of the soup. She pulled a small container from her purse and sprinkled a fine layer of nut powder into the soup, knowing full well that grandma was highly allergic to nuts. Her lips curled into a satisfied grin as she stirred the soup, ensuring the powder dissolved completely."Oops. Grandma’s
The drive to the hospital was tense, filled with silence and worry. When they arrived, the doctors rushed grandma into the emergency room. Alexander paced anxiously in the waiting room, his mind racing. Jessica sat nearby, her hands clasped together, but inside she was reveling in the chaos she had caused.At the hospital, the silence was suffocating. Aria sat on the edge of a plastic chair, her fingers tightly wound around the hem of her shirt, replaying the events over and over. Alexander stood at a distance, his arms crossed, his jaw set in stone. He hadn’t said a word since they arrived, the tension between them thick and unspoken.After what felt like an eternity, the doctor finally emerged, pulling down his mask. “She’s stable now. You got her here just in time,”A few more minutes, and we might have lost her. She had a severe allergic reaction, but she’s stable now.” he said, offering Alexander a small nod. “But you need to be more careful in the future. Her body is weak, and an
Aria wandered around the hospital premises, trying to clear her mind from the suffocating tension between her and Alexander. His gaze, filled with so much doubt earlier, still weighed heavily on her. She needed space, fresh air—anything to breathe a little easier. But just as she rounded a corner, she froze, her heart dropping at the sight of someone she least expected to see."Ethan?" she said in disbelief, her voice tight. He stood in her path, his lips curling into a smirk that made her skin crawl."Aria," Ethan drawled, stepping forward. "Long time, no see."Her heart raced with frustration. "Why are you stalking me again?" she demanded, crossing her arms defensively. "I’ve told you before, I have nothing to say to you. Leave me alone."Ethan chuckled, but there was no warmth in his eyes. "Stalking? Come on, don’t be so dramatic. I’m just here for what’s mine.""I don’t owe you anything," Aria snapped, turning to leave. But before she could take more than a few steps, Ethan’s hand
I returned to the hospital, trying to clear my head from the whirlwind of thoughts that had been clouding my mind since the meeting about the will. Something felt off, and I couldn’t shake the suspicion gnawing at my gut.I knew I was missing something, and I hated that feeling.As I made my way to the courtyard, A raised voice broke through my train of thought making my steps falter.Aria.Her voice carried a strain of irritation, sharp enough to pierce through the typical hospital noise. My jaw clenched, and a tightness coiled in my chest. Who was she talking to? My pace quickened instinctively, my body reacting before my mind had a chance to catch up, I rounded the corner, and there she was—facing a man who had his hands on her. That man…Ethan.Her ex-fiancé.I can feel my blood boil instantly. Ethan’s hand was wrapped around Aria’s wrist, his posture invasive and aggressive. Every nerve in my body surged with a protective instinct that i couldn’t suppress. Without thinking, my h
“Young Master, perhaps I have a suggestion. Maybe we should visit the police station. Ask about the case file, what do you think? It might hold more information.” Lucas said as they drove through different streets. “You’re right. Mrs Smickums said something about the past sheriffs not being available but the case file would surely be available. Let’s got to the police station then.” The driver turned the car around, the ride to the police station was simple. He didn’t have any memories on this road, that was understandable. It wasn’t like he must have frequented the police station as a child. Alexander sat with his hands on his knees, his mind racing about the possibility of knowing everything at once. “Sir, we’re here.” The driver announced as he pulled into the driveway of the police station. “I’ll find somewhere to park sir.”Alexander and Lucas exited the car, Alexander’s migraine was back now, persistent as always. “Are you okay sir?” Lucas asked. “The migraine is back, let’
Alexander and Lucas had returned to the apartment, they sat in the living room. Lucas was seated at the dining table, his laptop was open and his phone was connected with a short cord, he scrolled through his laptop trying to find the app that could decipher the now deleted call logs from the phone. “Young Master, I’m almost done,” Lucas said, his eyes remaining on the screen. “I just need a few more minutes.” Alexander rubbed his hand over his face. “I don’t know what I’m feeling but it feels like every second we waste is another moment for Hensley to continue doing whatever the fuck he’s doing to Aria right now. She’s somewhere out there and we don’t know where…” Lucas kept on working. “Young Master, we’re doing everything we can to make sure that we find her. I understand your worry and I will make sure we find her as quickly as possible. Hensley and Ethan will rot in jail for this.” Alexander exhaled sharply, the dull ache of his migraine was adding to his anger and frustratio
Frieda walked into the bathroom of her hospital room with the phone. “Excuse me! You could just hold on. I’d be done with the phone before you’re done changing the sheets and then I’ll return it to you. I just want to pee.” Frieda told the nurse before closing the door behind her. The nurse nodded and left to get the new set of sheets for the bed.Frieda sat on the toilet seat, her fingers trembling as she called Hensley. She pressed the phone to her ear and waited, the phone rang and her stomach turned with unease. After another call, Hensley picked, once again giving the caller a silent treatment as only the sound of his breathing could be heard. “It’s me, Frieda.” She said, “Frieda, this better be important.” Hensley said, his voice betraying the impatience.“It is very important.” She replied, glancing below the door to be sure no one was lurking outside. “Alexander told me they want to leave the hospital and go back to his home. He’s insisting that there is a better healthcar
As soon as Alexander and Lucas exited the hospital building, leaving the noise of nurses and the staff, they exchanged a knowing look. Alexander was the first to break the silence. “That woman in there,” he said in a heavy tone, “that woman…” he shook his head. “is not Aria.” Lucas looked as though his brain was calculating different equations at the same time. He didn’t interrupt Alexander. “I knew it from the moment we rescued her,” Alexander continued. “She may have looked, and even sounded like Aria but her mannerisms, even the way she looked at me. Something felt different… wrong even. But I couldn’t quite explain it because of the glaring similarities.” He said, running a hand through his hair. “She called me darling, Aria told me she hated that because it sounded patronizing and fake and didn't like saying it either. Then she said she used perfume, Aria doesn’t even like using perfumes. Now I can safely say my gut was right Lucas. My heart wasn’t at ease, like Aria was still
“Thank you, Can I please ask you for a favor?” Frieda asked the nurse who came in to check in on her. The nurse smiled from ear to ear, their head of operations at the hospital had gotten a whiff of the fact that this woman was the wife of a multi billionaire and she was married into a very influential family. There was a whole meeting addressing all staff to be the nicest to them no matter what. “Sure. What do you need?” The nurse asked. “Your phone, I need to make a call and it seems mine got misplaced after I was kidnapped.” Frieda said, hoping that the last tidbit about her kidnap would make the nurse more sympathetic and susceptible to her. “Oh. We’re not allowed to hold on to our phones during working hours. That’s why I only have my pager on me but if you give me some minutes. I could dash down to the locker room and get it for you.” The nurse replied. She genuinely felt bad for her, being rich had its own issues. One could get into problems like kidnap and blackmail just
They arrived at the hospital to find Aria sitting up in bed, she looked too composed for someone who was recovering. Alexander noticed the empty sushi disposable plates in a corner, he offered her a small smile. Lucas wanted to verify beyond reasonable doubt that it was Aria that ate the meal. “Young mistress, did you eat the sushi?”“Yes. Thanks for everything. It was so good, I really enjoyed it.” She replied softly. Alexander looked at Lucas who understood what the words didn’t convey. There was something different about young mistress, as if she was a completely different person. “By the way, this perfume you have on. It’s a bit different, I think it smells a bit musky than usual.” Alexander said. “Oh no darling. I use the exact same perfume, I haven’t changed it” Frieda said, not understanding the trick question. There was no way Dr. Hensley would have told her what scent Aria uses so she had to just feign her way through. “Oh okay. I guess it’s the smell of the hospital mak
Alexander felt a lot better thanks to the medication the doctor had recommended. Although he had slept in an armchair in Aria’s hospital room, the migraine had reduced and he felt more alert. He decided to take a cold shower at the apartment, the cold water cascading down his body was way better than the last time. He could feel now and enjoy every moment of it. Alexander wished that he could be underneath the jet spray for even longer but they had places to be. Lucas knocked on the door just as Alexander got out of the shower. “Young Master? We might need to hurry a bit, we still have to get breakfast for young mistress before we track down Mrs. Smickums.” Alexander spoke through the door. “Yeah. I’ll be right out Lucas.” Lucas was already by the door when Alexander came out, they proceeded to enter the vehicle. “Is there a sushi place around here or any Chinese restaurant?“ Alexander asked “Yeah, there is one but it’s pretty far off. We can order it and it gets delivered to wh
As they arrived at the Pharmacy, Lucas came down from the vehicle to go into the pharmacy to get the medication. Alexander and the driver were left in the car“Did you grow up in this town?” Alexander asked. “No sir. I grew up in New York. I moved here as a teenager with my mom. We stayed with my grandmother before she passed, and I’ve been here ever since.” “If you don’t mind me asking, how old are you?” Alexander wondered if maybe he could have some information about people in the town. “Oh! I’m 23 sir. But because I play rugby, people say I look older.” “Mmmm,” Alexander said, the kid is too young to know anything about me. He probably hasn’t been here for more than ten years, Alex thought.He watched as Lucas approached the car with a small bag. It had the migraine medication. As they drove back to the hospital, all Alexander wanted to do was sleep. Every other thing could happen tomorrow but for today, he just needed to rest. They arrived back at the hospital, the driver sig
Frieda was alone in the hospital room now; she had asked some of the nurses to help her locate her purse, which they did. They had gotten it back to her, she opened the small black purse, looking at the door of her room to be sure that Alexander and Lucas weren’t on their way in. The relief of finding the vials before she had to spray them on again was short-lived because she took a look inside and found that two of the vials were shattered. The liquid is absorbed into the material of the purse. “Shit! No. No.” She muttered under her breath, her hands trembling in panic. She put her hands in and found that the remaining two were still intact but this meant one thing. She had reduced her timetable by half and she had to call Hensley. I need to hold it together, there’s still time. Hensley could find a way to get me another one, She thought. Soon enough, she heard some footsteps; she had to put on the scent again before Alexander returned. She took one of the vials and twisted it op