Alexander suddenly broke the silence. “Let’s go down for breakfast. Grandma should be expecting us by now,” he said, his voice steady and calm.“Yes,” Aria responded quickly, nodding as she pushed back the blanket.Getting out of bed, she froze as she realized this wasn’t her room. Her gaze darted around the unfamiliar space, and her cheeks flushed when she recalled how she ended up there. They needed to freshen up before stepping out, but the thought of sharing the room and perhaps the bathroom with Alexander made her fidget nervously.“Uhm... are you using the bathroom first, or should I?” she asked, flustered, her fingers nervously brushing her hair behind her ear.“You can go first,” Alexander replied, his tone calm as he cleared his throat, his gaze briefly flicking to her flustered expression.Aria nodded, grabbed her toiletries, and practically dashed into the bathroom as though her life depended on it. Alexander watched her retreating form, a smirk tugging at the corners of hi
The city lights blurred into streaks of gold as the car sped through the evening traffic. Aria sat quietly, her hands folded in her lap, the soft fabric of her gown smooth beneath her fingertips. She glanced sideways at Alexander, who was scrolling through his phone, his sharp profile illuminated by the screen’s glow. The silence wasn’t uncomfortable, but it wasn’t entirely easy either. Her mind raced with doubts and questions. Would she fit in tonight? Would the guests see her as an outsider in their high class world ? Alexander, without looking up, said, “You’re worrying. You should stop.” Her head snapped toward him. “I’m not.” “You are,” he countered, finally lowering his phone and fixing her with a steady gaze. “You’ve been tugging at your dress for the last fifteen minutes. What is the problem?” Aria hesitated. She didn’t want to admit how nervous she felt, but the concern in his tone softened her defenses. “I just… I’m not sure I belong at something like this. What if
The door opened and Aria jolted from the spot she was standing. She didn’t think anyone was behind her when she had damn near sprinted to the ladies room. As she looked up startled to see who had entered, it was Jessica.She could never catch a break from Jessica at all, like a bone in her neck. She stood in the doorway, her shimmery dress shined under the bright lights in wealth. She looked at Aria amused and irritated at the same time, she smiled in mockery. “Well, well, well, take a look at the talk of the night.” Jessica said with no approval in her voice. Her stiletto heels clicked dangerously as she slowly approached Aria. “Or should I say the woman of the moment? Seeing as your time in these circles will simply be fleeting…” Aria knew what this was, another show of dominance by Jessica but she was too scared to think about Jessica. If Jessica could get into the ladies room so easily despite the bodyguard then maybe the person who sent the note may be able to as well. Aria tr
Jessica stood rooted to the spot, her hands trembling as she gripped her purse. Her eyes couldn’t have deceived her. Alexander kissed Aria—right there, in front of everyone. This was no longer a simple contract.“That little… I’ll make sure she regrets this,” Jessica hissed under her breath, her voice sharp with venom. Without sparing another glance at the couple, she stormed out of the venue, her mind already racing with schemes for revenge. Behind her, Marilyn Morrison’s grating laugh echoed, only adding fuel to her fury. Aria would pay. She would suffer.Meanwhile, Aria stood frozen, her lips still tingling from the unexpected kiss. She blinked up at Alexander, her heart pounding erratically. The kiss wasn’t just good—it was overwhelming. She hated herself for wanting more, but how could she not? This was Alexander…“I… Alex…” she stammered, her voice barely audible as she tried to gather her thoughts.Alexander’s stormy eyes lingered on her, dark and unreadable. “You don’t need to
Alexander stood by the door, his hand resting on the cool brass handle as he tried to steady his breathing. His gaze lingered on Aria, who was still on the bed, Her cheeks were flushed, her lips slightly swollen from the kiss they just shared. Every part of him wanted to close the distance between them, to pull her back into his arms and explore the emotions she stirred within him. Her scent lingered in the air, a sweet temptation that was almost impossible to resist.Her lips, soft and inviting, called to him, and the look she gave him was enough to make him crave more. He wanted to close the distance between them, to touch her again, to lose himself in the softness of her skin. But he couldn’t. He knew he couldn’t. With a sharp intake of breath, Alexander pulled the door open and walked out briskly, leaving Aria behind.As he made his way to his home office, his mind raced. What am I doing? he asked himself for the hundredth time. This wasn’t part of the plan. He had entered this co
Dr. Hensley sat in his dimly lit, makeshift laboratory, his fingers drumming impatiently on the desk. The room smelled of sterilizing chemicals and damp wood, the remnants of his hurried relocation to this secluded area. The world outside had shunned him, but he was far from defeated.“This isn’t over,” he muttered to himself, his voice filled with conviction. "There’s no way I’ll let this slip through my fingers. My work will change the course of medicine. It will make me immortal in history.”His gaze drifted to a corkboard pinned with photographs, charts, and scribbled notes about his research. Aria’s face was among them—a key figure in his groundbreaking experiment. “Alexander Sinclair might think he’s won by getting my license revoked, but he has no idea who he’s up against. I will get Aria, no matter what it takes.”Setting up the lab in secret hadn’t been easy. Without official backing, he had to move cautiously, gathering equipment and staff without drawing attention. But now
Dr. Hensley had to get in touch with Ethan but there was no way to do that when Ethan was detained in police custody. He had pondered on the best person to help him in his quest for Aria. Then he had the brilliant idea that all he needed was the man who was also after Aria but it would take a lot of time to get Ethan out because he was already charged with attempted kidnapping and assault. His only chance would be to get someone to make sure Ethan got out without it being traced back to him. After hours of pondering, an idea struck him. Ethan wasn’t just a pawn; he was an asset. And while it would take time, it was worth ensuring Ethan's release. He picked up his phone and made a call. His instructions were clear: make Ethan’s release happen, but leave no trail leading back to him. --- Meanwhile, back in the Sinclair's residence, Aria found herself staring at a neatly wrapped gift package on the small table in her room. It hadn’t been there earlier, and her curiosity piqued when she
The ride back to the house was quieter than Aria expected. She stared out of the window, her mind replaying the events of the day. Watching complete strangers stand up for her had been heartwarming, but it also made her feel inadequate. Shouldn’t she have been able to defend herself?Lilian, who had been glancing at her intermittently, cleared her throat, breaking the silence. “Mrs. Sinclair,” she began cautiously, “I hope you don’t take offense at what I’m about to say. I just feel I need to speak openly with you.”Aria turned to her, surprised. “Oh, don’t worry. If anything, I should be thanking you for standing up for me back there. I really appreciate it, even though I honestly didn’t mean to cause such a scene.”Lilian raised a brow, studying her as though she were an alien from another world. “Do I have your permission to speak freely ma'am?” she asked again, her tone firmer.“Of course, Lilian. Please, say what’s on your mind,” Aria encouraged, curious about what could be so im
Mandy sat in the guest room, looking outside at the pool. Across from her, Janet sat down on the bed, staring at her sister impatiently with her arms crossed. “We need to make fast moves,” Janet said, her voice sharp. “With every moment that Aria is alive, every second she remains as Alexander's wife is a very big problem for us.” Mandy exhaled, folding her hands. “I understand but this isn’t some small backwards town anymore. Janet, we’re in a major metropolis, everything we do leaves a trace.” “And so what? We’ve covered up others so this shouldn’t pose too big a problem.” Janet replied nonchalantly. Mandy shook her head. “Not like this. This is not twenty years ago. People weren’t walking around with mobile cameras. Streets didn’t have traffic cameras and the police weren’t tracking digital footprints the way they’re doing now. We don’t even need to slip up to get caught.” Janet sat forward, “So what’s your great plan? Neck if we can’t erase her completely from the picture, no
Alexander adjusted his cuff links as he got into his black SUV, checking his wrist watch for the time. It was three in the afternoon, Lucas slid into the seat beside him, scrolling through his phone. “We need to make progress today, we need to have something tangible.” Alexander said as the car pulled out of the Sinclair estate. “I agree, Young Master. There’s no time to waste, we’ve been a step behind now it’s time to switch things up.” Lucas said. The driver maneuvered the car smoothly through the city streets to Sinclair Enterprises Headquarters, in the heart of the financial district. Alexander’s security detail had already been alerted by Lucas that he and Alexander were on their way. They opened the doors for them as they stepped out, moving straight to the private elevator that led directly to the high tech security wing of the building otherwise known as the Tech Division. As they entered the wing, a team of data analysts, cyber specialists and intelligence experts straig
Frieda sat comfortably in the plush leather seat of the private jet, sipping on freshly squeezed juice that had been served to her in a pretty glass. A beautiful air hostess stood nearby, offering her anything she wanted, whether it was another drink or some fruits, anything she needed. This was first class and extra treatment, is this what Aria has been enjoying? I am in Heaven, she thought. Every time she took a look around, there was something else that she hadn’t seen before. This was the only flight she had ever entered with no turbulence, the extravagance was screaming off the roof. What truly amazed her was Alexander himself. He sat across from her, dressed in a nice tailored suit, and was reading off his tablets, some documents from work. He didn’t even look up at her. Frieda frowned slightly. Hensley had told her that he was really close to Aria so she had expected a lot more than he was doing now. She found consolation in the fact that Alexander had been doting on her a
Dr. Hensley stood over Aria, watching her as she lay unconscious. She tapped her fingers on the steel table beside her gurney. Her face was getting paler but there was nothing that he could do about that, he couldn’t let her wake up anytime soon. The intravenous drip that supplied nutrients was basically just to make sure that she was getting enough nutrients to stay alive and healthy to an extent. His phone buzzed on the work counter, he moved to pick it up, it was a text. “Alexander and I arrive tomorrow. Don’t forget the gift.” A smile spread across his lips, things were working out rather well. The only plan left was how to eventually exchange Aria for Frieda when he was done with her. Hensley checked the machines monitoring Aria’s vitals. They showed that she was steady, though she was noticeably weaker than she had been a short while ago. He wasn’t too concerned with her, she could last a little longer and as long as she was stable, he would keep up his work. The only thing
Dr. Hensley stood over Aria, watching her as she lay unconscious. She tapped her fingers on the steel table beside her gurney. Her face was getting paler but there was nothing that he could do about that, he couldn’t let her wake up anytime soon. The intravenous drip that supplied nutrients was basically just to make sure that she was getting enough nutrients to stay alive and healthy to an extent. His phone buzzed on the work counter, he moved to pick it up, it was a text. “Alexander and I arrive tomorrow. Don’t forget the gift.” A smile spread across his lips, things were working out rather well. The only plan left was how to eventually exchange Aria for Frieda when he was done with her. Hensley checked the machines monitoring Aria’s vitals. They showed that she was steady, though she was noticeably weaker than she had been a short while ago. He wasn’t too concerned with her, she could last a little longer and as long as she was stable, he would keep up his work. The only thing
“We’re heading back to the city, she comes with us tomorrow whether she’s on board or not.” Alexander said as they passed through the hallway. As they approached Frieda’s room, Alexander moved his shoulders, masking whatever emotion he was going through before putting on a practiced calm. He felt Lucas’s eyes on him, always watching in case he was needed to come in. When they entered, Frieda was seated by the window of her room, the remnants of her meal on the side table of the bed and the note that Alexander had sent her earlier neatly folded by the tray. She looked up with a smile Alexander knew was too perfect, her eyes lit up at the sight of them. “You’re back,” she said softly, her tone laced with a sweetness that Alexander knew was a lie. “Of course, I told you I’d be back.” Alexander replied, stepping closer to her. “I’m sorry I’m late though.” Lucas stayed in the corner of the hospital room, watching intently but making sure he wasn’t obvious. “So, how are you feeling ri
The case file in his hands, Alexander placed it on his lap not knowing if he should quite go through it in the car or at the apartment. Lucas looked through the mirror at Alexander, noticing the tension, Alexander had looked like he was going to rip through the whole case file just moments ago but now his hands hovered over it, hesitant. “Young Master, do you want to look at it now or wait until we get to the apartment perhaps?” Lucas finally asked, breaking the silence in the car.Alexander didn’t answer immediately, he let go of all the air in his lungs, as he traced the edges of the case file. “I think I’d prefer to look at it when we get to the apartment.” He said in a low tone “I don’t think I can do this in the car.” Lucas nodded, “Drive to the apartment…” he mentioned to the driver. Back at the apartment, Lucas looked on as Alexander sat on the table with the case file, the paper looked crisp. The title on the first page read: “Alexander Sinclair - Missing Child Report, 19
The underground laboratory smelled of sweat and chemicals as Dr. Hensley wiped his brow of sweat. His hands trembled slightly, the paralyzed goon lay slumped on the floor near his workbench. The body of the guy was a dead weight that was becoming more trouble for Hensley. “Damn it! You could have tried to attack me towards that area, that way it would have been easier to move you.” Hensley complained. He gripped the man under the arm and attempted to lift him but the man’s size and bulk made the task almost impossible, but Hensley had no choice but to keep trying. Even though no one would stumble on the body in the laboratory, he liked to be able to move easily around his own side of the laboratory. “You could have just left or better still put a call through. I’d have paid you and moved on but now look at you.” He grumbled to the goon on the floor, he dragged the limp figure toward the corner of the lab. The man’s head lolled left and right as he blinked slowly, the only indicatio
Back at the diner, Alexander, Lucas and the driver were finishing their meal when the driver wiped his mouth with a napkin and cleared his throat. “Sir, if I may say something, I might have a suggestion….” Alexander looked up from his meal, a bit intrigued. “Okay. A suggestion about what?” “Well,” the driver started. “I’ve been in the car with you on your different outings since you got here and I hope I’m not overstepping but if you’re trying to jog your memories, there are a couple of inner places that might help.” “Okay. What types of places are you talking about?” “Old places, There’s the old townhouse on Elm Street, it’s still standing and then there’s also the town school. People use the path through the schoolyard to get to the football field so it could be worth a look.” Lucas took a glance at Alexander. “What do you think?”Alexander wiped his mouth with a napkin before nodding. “It’s worth a try.” Lucas sorted the bill and they headed out, the afternoon sun added a la