Chapter 18 Alex's POV: When I opened my eyes, the first thing I registered was pain. A dull, persistent pounding against my skull, as if someone had taken a hammer to my head. My body ached, sore in places I didn’t even know could hurt. And my mouth felt like it had been stuffed with cotton. Groaning, I tried to sit up, but my muscles protested. What the hell happened last night? My mind was sluggishly struggling to piece together the fragmented memories. I remembered the bar. Then Reyna. I could still picture her standing in front of me, and the way she had looked at me—cold and indifferent—like I was nothing to her. Then… the taxi. And then… nothing. My mind was blank after that. The moment I shifted, a wave of nausea hit me hard. I barely had time to scramble out of bed before I lunged toward the bathroom, dropping to my knees as I barfed violently into the toilet. My body shook as I emptied my stomach, the bitter taste making me gag even more. When the convulsions fina
Chapter 19 Alex's POV: What the hell was I thinking? How did I ever let myself get involved with such a madwoman? For the first time in a long while, I found myself questioning every decision I had made up until this point. Chloe was nothing short of a disaster. No—she was worse than that. A catastrophe. If I had to compare her to Reyna, even with all the deception and manipulation Reyna had pulled in the past, she was still nowhere near as vile as Chloe. At least Reyna had treated me like a husband. At least she had acted like a decent woman. Even if it was all an act, she had never brought this kind of madness into my life. I exhaled, trying to calm the rage bubbling in my chest, but it was impossible. Not after what I woke up to this morning. Shattered glass. Furniture ripped to pieces. My cars—destroyed. The entire driveway looked like a war zone. And Chloe was nowhere to be found. Grabbing my wallet and phone, I rushed out of the house, making sure to lock the gate behind m
Chapter 20 Reyna's POV: The past few weeks had been… frustrating. Not because of my business, not because of the relentless board meetings or the media trying to get a piece of my life, but because of him. Alex. Every damn thing he did got under my skin, and I hated it. I hated the way he still had an effect on me. Each time I saw a bouquet of roses in my office or at home, I tossed it away with coldly, pretending it meant nothing. But the truth? The truth was that each time I threw them away, my chest ached just a little. Each time I heard him apologize, I clenched my fists, telling myself to remain indifferent. And each time I ignored his texts, calls, and the excuses he desperately tried to explain, a part of me—a large part—whispered, What if? I told myself I didn’t care. I told myself he was still the same man who had broken me, the man I had no reason to forgive. And yet, here I was, staring at myself in the mirror, dressed for a dinner he had asked for. This was it. Th
Chapter 21 Reyna's POV: As soon as I opened my eyes, I realized I was bound to a chair. My wrists were tied tightly behind me, and my legs as well. What the fuck? I blinked, trying to adjust to the dim lighting, and that’s when I took in my surroundings. A sitting room. I was in a goddamn sitting room. A massive sectional couch sat in the distance, its cushions perfectly arranged. A bar cart was pushed against the wall, stocked with whiskey, scotch, and expensive-looking decanters. I wasn’t in some abandoned warehouse. I wasn’t in a basement. No. I was tied up in someone’s home. And my mouth was taped shut. Fear shot through me as I started muffling, screaming, thrashing. My legs banged against the chair, the sound barely making an impact in the wide, open space. The ropes didn’t budge. Fuck. Then, footsteps. I turned to see Richard. In one hand, he held a metal rod, tapping it lightly against his palm. In the other, a brown envelope. He didn’t say a word as he pulled
Chapter 22 Alex's POV: I should’ve known Chloe would pull something like this. It had been a long day dealing with the men she owed money to, trying to reason with them. I had been willing to pay off her debts just to get them out of my hair, but when they refused to hand over my documents, I knew I was dealing with something bigger. The moment I sent them away and saw Maddox off, I went straight to my room, searching the wardrobe where I kept the house documents. Empty. I slammed the door shut, frustration bubbling in my chest. Chloe. She must have stolen them before leaving. I exhaled sharply and ran a hand through my hair. I still had one advantage—the CCTV cameras in my house. If I could pull up footage of her sneaking out with my documents, I could take it to court and get everything back. I could prove I wasn’t the guarantor for her loan and that I had nothing to do with this mess. But as soon as I logged into the security system, my heart dropped. The cameras had been
Chapter 23Reyna's POV:Everything happened so fast.One second, I was screaming Alex’s name, hoping—praying—that he would dodge in time. The next, the heavy vase crashed against his head, sending a thud through the room. “No! Alex!” I screamed, tears burning my eyes.I thrashed against the ropes binding me to the chair, watching in horror as he staggered but remained standing. While Richard grinned like a madman, relishing the chaos he had created."Please!" I begged, my voice breaking. "Richard, stop! I'll sign the divorce papers, I'll do whatever you want—just let us go! Let me take Alex to the hospital!"Alex, despite the blood trailing down his forehead, lifted a hand, silencing me. His expression was cold, but beneath it, I saw the flicker of pain he was trying to suppress.“Reyna, shut up.” His voice was rough. Then he turned to Richard, his eyes dark with fury. "You want to fight me? Bring it on. You’re no match for me, even in this state."Richard’s smirk faltered for just
Chapter 24Reyna's POV:After admitting Alex in the hospital and confirming that he was okay, I hailed a cab and went home. I couldn't stay back in the hospital with him. I shouldn't. Not after everything he had done to me in the past. Over the next three days, I focused on putting myself together.I kept my mind occupied with movies at home, while Chelsea handled the legal battle against Mr. Orlov and Richard. Meanwhile, Alex’s uncle fled to California the moment news of Richard’s arrest broke out. And no one had seen or heard from him since.Finally once I felt stable enough, I returned to work. But this time, I threw myself into it. Every minute was accounted for—meetings, reports, projects. Anything to keep my mind from wandering.But no matter how much I buried myself in work, thoughts of Alex still found a way in.Some nights, I stared at my call log, tempted to dial every unknown number that had contacted me in the past month just in case one of them was him. Just to hear his
Chapter 25Reyna's POV:I snapped my head around, to see Maddox striding toward us, his face dark with anger. Without hesitation, he yanked the thug’s hand off my arm."Who the hell are you?" Maddox demanded.The man sneered. "I should be asking you that." But his expression shifted as though he recognized him. His narrowed eyes flicked over Maddox before he added, "Weren't you with that Alex guy the first time my boys and I came here?"Maddox gave a short chuckle. "Correct. And if you don’t want me calling the police, I suggest you step the hell away from her. Now."The thug raised his hands in surrender, exchanging a quick look with the man in glasses. The latter gave me a small bow before they both turned away.Maddox grabbed my wrist and pulled me away. We were about to pass my car when I stopped, gesturing toward the vehicle."Let’s talk in here."He nodded and slid into the passenger seat while I got behind the wheel. I drove away from the curb and didn’t stop until we were far
Morgana's POV I pressed my hand to my forehead in the hope to alleviate the headache that I was having at the moment. This was why I hated drinking. My hangover is always bad. “Here is the coffee you asked for.” Sasha, my assistant said, placing my favorite mug cup in front of me. “Thank you Sasha.” I muttered as I gulped down the first one. “Careful. It's h…hot.” But I was already almost done with it. “Oh.” “Yeah, oh. I had a bad night the other day.” “It's obvious. You don't need to say much. Hope you didn't do this in public? You're a public figure right now whether you like it or not.” She pointed out.“You don't need to say. I know. Even if it's something I don't want.” I said bitterly. “We cannot always choose what we want. You of all people should know that.” She said in her strict no nonsense tone. As if telling me to get myself together. “Yeah.” I muttered to myself. I closed the folder in front of me and handed it over to her. “Take that to the HR. They know what to
Xavier's POV “Fuck.” I muttered, slipping my hand through my already disheveled hair. I need to blow off some steam. If I don't, I'd do something I'm not meant to do. Like blowing off the head of that bastard. How did this even happen? I've been in love with that woman for years now and did not do anything about it. So, why now that her good for nothing ex showed up? Why am I feeling as though if I don't end him by myself, I won't feel at peace? “Hey man.” I raised my head up to see Derek's annoying face in front of me. “What's up?” I asked. “I've been here for a couple of minutes now, but you seem to be in your own world. Care to tell me what's got your panties in a twist?” I stared at him like he had two heads. “Is that even an expression that you're meant to use for a fellow man?” I asked him in a bored tone, leaning back into my chair. “As long as you understand what I mean. I'm good. So, please, tell me what's up. As much as I don't like you, I don't want a bestie that w
Morgana’s POV I didn't mean what I told him earlier, but there was no point in him knowing the truth. Since this is us trying to hurt each other, I might as well up my game at doing it. I've made a lot of bad decisions in my life before and this will not be the last one. Sitting back in my chair, I wiped the tears that fell from my eyes angrily. These days, I wish we went back to the days where we didn't have any issues and lived cordially with one another. I mean, we lived together for the past five years without any hitch. And I won't agree that all this is happening because of the fact that I wanted to show myself in public. There was a knock on the door that jolted me out of my thoughts. “Come in.” My assistant walked in without any worry in the world. I rolled my eyes internally at the act. “Ma'am, I looked through the new partnership, and checked through all the portfolios of the investors, there is nothing out of the ordinary there.” She said in her firm voice. I raised
Chapter 14Morgana's POV:“What the hell are you doing here?” I snapped.Simon leaned back in the chair like he belonged there, like the past didn't happen, like I didn't crawl out of the grave he helped put me in.“I missed this fire,” He said with a nostalgic smile that made my stomach churn. “You always lit up a room when you were mad.”I took a step forward, fists clenched. “I said, what are you doing here?”“I came to talk.” He shrugged. “You know, clear the air. Things didn’t end well between us—”“You mean you didn’t get to finish destroying me? Is that what you’re here for now? To finish the job?”His smile didn’t falter. “Relax. You’re doing well for yourself. I just thought… with everything going on, maybe you’d want someone who understands.”I scoffed. “Understand me? You never even tried to. And if you think I’ll let you mess with my life again, you’re more delusional than I thought.”Simon stood up slowly, walked around my desk, and perched on the edge like he used to ba
Chapter 13Morgana’s POV:I stirred awake to the faint buzz of my phone vibrating on the nightstand. It was still dark in the room, because the glow of the sunrise barely passed through the edges of our drawn curtains.My fingers blindly reached for the phone, and the moment I unlocked it, headlines filled the screen.“Netizens Want Xavier and Caitlyn Back Together?”“Old Flames or Just Business Partners? Caitlyn and Xavier Spotted Together Again.”“#Xaitlyn Trending Again as Fans Fuel Reunion Rumors.”My eyes widened, and the back of my throat burned as if I'd swallowed acid. My eyes darted to the side of the bed instinctively. Empty?Of course, it was. He had probably already left—early, as usual—off to the office to meet Caitlyn.Again.I sat up slowly, clutching the phone in both hands as if the force of my grip could erase everything I just read. The en-suite bathroom door clicked open, and I looked up to see Xavier walking out, towel around his waist, water dripping down his
Chapter 12Simon's POV:I paced near the window, with a glass of whiskey clenched tightly in my hand, its contents barely touched. The ice had long since melted, much like the patience etched on Marilyn's face as she stood with arms crossed."Simon." Marilyn began. "This has to stop. Ever since Morgana resurfaced and we discovered she's married to Xavier, you've been... different.”I scoffed, downing the lukewarm liquid in one gulp. "And whose fault is that, Marilyn? Every time I turn around, you're there, reminding me of what Morgana did to you, how she 'almost killed' you. It's like you enjoy playing the victim."Marilyn's eyes narrowed. "Playing the victim? Simon, she pushed me down a flight of stairs! I was hospitalized for months! Or have you conveniently forgotten that?"I slammed the empty glass onto the windowsill. "Of course, I haven't forgotten! But dredging up the past every time we have an argument isn't helping.""It's not the past if it's still affecting our present," S
Chapter 11Morgana's POV:For five years, Xavier and I had maintained a marriage that was more of an alliance than a romantic union. Our interactions were cordial, and our conversations centered around business and Noah. Intimacy was a concept we both seemed to sidestep, perhaps out of self-preservation.However, as we began collaborating more closely on company projects, an unexpected shift occurred. Late nights in the office led to shared dinners, where discussions of quarterly reports seamlessly transitioned into stories from our pasts. I found myself laughing more, the sound foreign yet comforting.One evening, as we wrapped up a particularly grueling meeting, Xavier leaned back in his chair, studying me with an intensity that made my pulse quicken. "Morgana.” He began. "There's an art exhibition this Friday. Would you accompany me?"Surprised, I met his gaze. "Are you asking me on a date, Xavier?"A wide smile tugged at the corners of his lips. "Perhaps I am."The evening of th
Chapter 10Morgana’s POV:I could feel everyone’s eyes burning into my skin, waiting, wondering how I’d react. But I wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction—not yet.Before I could clap back, her voice rang out again. “But isn’t it strange?” She asked. “That you sold off your ex-husband’s empire?”Someone cleared their throat, and chairs shifted slightly.Strange?What was strange was how deeply invested she seemed to be in something that had nothing to do with her.I glanced at her—well-dressed, with heavy pearls sitting proudly at her throat. She looked like the type of woman who lived for charity luncheons, gossip cloaked as “concern,” and scandal disguised as curiosity.I bit down on my inner cheek, trying to steady my breathing.BInstead, I turned to Xavier.His gaze was already on me, and I didn’t have to say a word. He knew. I needed him to handle this—for both our sakes.Xavier cleared his throat, then turned to her. “That’s enough, Mrs Howard.” He said, his voice calm but e
Chapter 9Morgana's POV:After Noah got better, I made the decision to finally start working officially at the company. It was overdue—long overdue.I was supposed to leave with Xavier this morning, but he had already gone before I woke up. Again.That made it three days in a row.Three days of waking up to cold sheets, three nights of falling asleep alone, and not even the sound of the room door closing behind him. He came and left like a shadow, just like I had asked for… unintentionally.‘You don’t have to be worried because he’s not your son.’ Those words had spilled out of me in a moment of anger, and now they sat in my chest like a stone. He didn't say anything, neither has be brought it up. But his absence screamed louder than any argument could.The truth was, Xavier and I never had a real relationship. Our marriage was a contract—two broken people agreeing to coexist, nothing more.At least, that’s how it started.But after a year… something changed. It became purely sexual