Later that night, Alena slipped into a sparkling green dress that accentuated her figure. She gently curled her hair, applied nude lipstick, and kept her makeup minimal, yet the effect was stunning. She admired her bare legs, which gleamed under the soft light. But despite her outward beauty, her lips held no smile. Staring into the mirror, she whispered, "Alena, you can do this. You’re stronger than this."As she tried to muster her courage, Rose, her daughter, burst into the room and wrapped her little arms around Alena’s leg. “Mama, you look so pretty!” she chirped. Alena’s somber expression softened, and she picked Rose up, hugging her tightly. “Do I really?”“Yes, Mama! You’re the prettiest woman I’ve ever seen!” Rose exclaimed, planting a kiss on her mother’s cheek.Alena chuckled and kissed her daughter back. “Listen, baby, Mama has to go out tonight for dinner with Daddy. Will you be okay staying with Maria?”Rose pouted but then nodded resolutely. “I don’t want to be alone, b
Alena glanced at her phone, her expression tense as her fingers hovered over the screen. Lucas, sitting across from her, noticed her distracted demeanor and leaned in slightly. "Is everything alright? Are you okay?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.Startled, Alena looked up and quickly flipped her phone over, hiding the message she'd been staring at. She forced a smile and shook her head. "It's nothing—just a spam call," she replied, her voice a little too light.Lucas frowned but didn’t push further. Instead, he focused on the food in front of them. "You look a little tense. Are you sure everything’s okay?" he asked gently."I'm fine," she said quickly, eager to change the subject. She reached for the food, her eyes lighting up. "This is amazing! Honestly, the best meal I've had in a while. You should take me to places like this more often."Lucas chuckled, visibly relaxing. "I’m glad you like it. The ambience, the food... I wanted tonight to be perfect. And the moonlight help
Lucas picked up another strawberry dipped in chocolate and started to smeared on Alena face all over. He smeared it over er cheeks and her lips and then look at her with naughty expression.Alena froze and Lucas started to sexily lick choclate from her face, Alena cheek heaten up, she felt disusting but doesnt know how to stop LucasAlena sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes meeting Lucas’s with hesitation. The air between them was thick with tension, a mix of desire and unease. Lucas leaned closer, brushing a strand of her hair behind her ear."Lucas.........please.....i" Alena hesitant but before her lips could whisper another word Lucas put his finger on her lips."Shhhhhhh..........Stop talking," he murmured, his voice low and commanding. "Just listen to your heartbeat. Listen to us."He tilted her chin upward, letting his lips graze her neck. Alena’s breathing grew uneven, her chest rising and falling as a wave of discomfort washed over her. She felt trapped, unable to voice the
Alena stared at the message on her phone, her heart racing. She clenched her fists, frustration surging through her. “Who the hell is this?” she muttered under her breath. But there was no time to dwell on this mysterious sender. Right now, her priority was finding Lucas.She hastily adjusted her dress, grabbed her bag, and left the room. Every step she took felt heavy with embarrassment as she walked through the restaurant alone, scanning the crowd for Lucas. When she reached the parking lot, she searched frantically, but his car was nowhere to be seen.Tears pricked her eyes as panic set in. She turned in every direction, desperate for a sign of him. Suddenly, she felt a hand tap her shoulder. Whirling around, she froze in shock.“Stephen?” she whispered, her voice trembling. Standing before her was Stephen, impeccably dressed in a tuxedo, his clean-shaven face as polished as Lucas’s. His presence felt intrusive and surreal. He was looking so handsome that Alena couldn't stop hersel
Alena was dumbfolded, she kept on looking at Stephen with unknown expression and it seems like her world stopped and everything is scattered around.“Do you really think I’m lying?” he asked, his voice pained.Alena looked at him, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “I don’t know what to believe anymore,” she admitted. “Nothing makes sense. Everything feels right and wrong at the same time.” Her voice cracked, and a tear rolled down her cheek.Stephen’s expression softened as he moved closer to her. Their faces were just inches apart. “I’d never lie to you,” he whispered. “I made a mistake once by not trusting you, but I’ll never make that mistake again. I believe in you, Alena. With all my heart.”Alena pulled back slightly, shaking her head. “I don’t want to know anything, Stephen. Let life take its course. I can’t handle this anymore.” Her words were firm, but the anguish in her eyes betrayed her.Stephen gently cupped her face, his thumb brushing away a stray tear. “I understan
Alena looked at Lucas with a blank expression, and Lucas’s gaze remained steady. There was a sense of unease in the room, and Alena took a step back in nervous. She was taking steps in backward when her back collided with the door, Lucas came towards her and grabbed her arm and pulled her toward him."Are you scared of me?" Lucas asked, his voice filled with uncertainty and his eyes are teary red.Alena shook her head. "No, Lucas. I'm not scared of you but what happened to you" she said softly.But Lucas could see it in her eyes, the fear that lingered. "You’re scared of me. Scared that I might take advantage of you. Scared that I might hurt you. Scared that i might force myself on you"Tears welled up in Lucas’s eyes, and Alena could see the pain in his expression. Alena felt sympathy, but she also understood the weight of what Luka was saying."I know I'm the one who’s hurt you," Lucas admitted, his voice breaking. "Since that guy Stephen came into your life, I’ve been feeling l
Dinner was ready, and Alena had prepared all the dishes meticulously. She set the table with an exquisite touch, ensuring everything looked perfect. Taking a step back to admire her work, she sighed with satisfaction and murmured, “It’s all done. I’m sure the investor will be thrilled with this.”Alena was inspecting the table to ensure nothing was amiss when Lucas came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her. Startled at first, she turned, only for him to grin and say, “Miss me, baby?”Alena smiled softly and nudged him playfully on the shoulder. “You’re unbelievable,” she replied.“You’re the one who’s unbelievable,” Lucas countered. “You managed everything all on your own. I’m so proud of you. Didn’t I always say my wife isn’t just any woman—she’s a superwoman?”She chuckled at his words. Lucas, trying to be romantic, pulled her closer. “I hope you’re okay with this much affection,” he teased.Alena smiled and nodded. “It’s fine. But you should get ready now.”Lucas raised an e
Stephen took the ring out of the box and was about to slip it onto Alena’s finger when she abruptly pulled her hand back and said sharply, “What the hell is wrong with you?”She slammed her hand on the table, stood up, and glared at him with a heated expression. Stephen, still holding the ring, said coolly, “I bought this for my wife. You should be happy I’ve brought you such an expensive gift. But instead, you’re angry. What’s wrong?”He tried to maintain his composure, but Alena’s fury was evident. Pointing a finger at him, she snapped, “Don’t try to be clever with me, Stephen. How many times do I have to tell you that you are not my husband? My husband is Lucas.”Stephen’s expression darkened. He slammed his hand on the table, got up, and grabbed Alena by the arm, pulling her close.Now standing mere inches apart, their breaths mingled as Stephen asked, “How can you be so sure I’m not your husband? You don’t even remember your past. You’ve been living with a false reality for five
Lucas stormed toward Stephen, his jaw clenched in fury, ready to confront him. But before he could say a word, Alena swayed closer, snaking her arms around his neck. Her body leaned heavily against his as she murmured in a slurred voice, “Where were you, baby? I missed you so much.”The scent of alcohol lingered on her breath, and the dazed look in her eyes made it painfully obvious—she was completely intoxicated.Lucas’s expression darkened as he turned to Stephen. “What the hell did you do to my wife?” he demanded.Stephen, unfazed, swirled the drink in his glass and smirked. “What did I do? Your wife is an adult, Lucas. She can make her own choices, and I don’t think I had any influence on them.”Lucas’s anger simmered as he took a threatening step forward. “Do you even know where I was?”Stephen took a slow sip of his drink, then replied coolly, “At work, I assume. And work is important if you want to live a happy life.”Lucas’s eyes blazed. “No. My car was tampered with. A missin
Vanya moved even closer to Stephen, their lips now just inches apart. She traced a teasing finger over his lips and whispered seductively, “Forget about your wife and focus on me. I promise, I’ll make sure you see stars.”She attempted to push past his boundaries, her hands roaming boldly, but Stephen abruptly shoved her away. His voice was cold, sharp. “Don’t forget—you’re just a paid actress. Don’t try to get closer to me.”Vanya’s arrogant smirk didn’t falter. She tossed her hair over her shoulder and leaned back into her seat, unfazed by his rejection.The driver started the car, and a tense silence filled the space. Stephen stared out the window, his thoughts consumed by Alena. Was she safe? Was she okay? Anxiety gnawed at him—he needed to reach the party as soon as possible to keep track of her.Moments later, the car rolled to a stop in front of a grand mansion, heavily secured and swarming with media. Camera flashes flickered like lightning, and the sound of reporters chatteri
When Stephen’s fingers brushed against Alena’s bare back, a jolt of electricity surged through her body. She stiffened, her breath hitching as an unfamiliar sensation coursed through her veins. Stephen’s touch lingered, warm and deliberate, sending shivers down her spine. For a fleeting moment, she was lost in it—her heart hammering, her breath coming in rapid bursts.Stephen's fingers trailed lower, his touch featherlight yet intoxicating. Alena felt herself slipping into a trance, her body betraying her mind. She closed her eyes, surrendering to the moment, just as he did. They were lost in each other’s presence until—"Are you done?" Vanya’s sharp voice shattered the spell.Alena snapped back to reality, horror washing over her. Her eyes flew open, and without thinking, she shoved Stephen away. "I—I’m fine! I don’t need your help!" Her voice wavered, but she masked it with anger. Humiliation burned through her. How could she have let herself need the touch of another man?Stephen’s
Alena was in her room, pacing angrily. She couldn’t believe Lucas had decided for her without asking. “What does Lucas think of himself?” she muttered under her breath. “I’m my own person. I can make my own decisions. If I don’t want to go to the party, then why is he pushing me?” Frustrated and fuming, her thoughts were interrupted by the buzzing of her phone.She glanced at the screen, and Lucas’s name flashed across it. Annoyed, she ignored the call, but the phone kept ringing. Finally, she gave in, answered it, and said sharply, “What do you want?”Lucas’s voice came softly on the other end, “Are you angry at me, baby?”“What do you think?” Alena snapped. “You’ve done something wrong, and you’re asking me if I’m angry?”Lucas sighed deeply. “I’m sorry. I know you don’t like parties, and I shouldn’t have pushed you. But I want Stephen to know directly that you’re my wife, and you’ll be by my side wherever I go.”“That doesn’t give you the right to talk to me like that,” Alena said.
Alena approached Vanya and asked sharply, “What do you think of yourself? Do you think you’re some sort of seductress?”Vanya met her gaze with an attitude-filled smirk and replied, “Yes, baby, I am seductive. But why is that bothering you?”She leaned provocatively and unbuttoned her top slightly, revealing more of her curves. “Are you jealous of my beauty and my figure?”Alena scoffed. “Jealous of you? Hardly. You and your tasteless sense of style are nothing to envy. Anyways its not for everyone to dress and look like slut"Vanya voice grew louder with anger as she slammed her hand on the table. “You dare to call me a slut?Do I even need to say anything about you? You already know who you are! What kind of decent woman behaves like this?”Vanya's face darkened with offense. “Bloody hell!” she spat.Alena stood tall, her tone cold and commanding. “This is my house. You better lower your voice, or I’ll throw you out like garbage.”Vanya clenched her fists in anger, ready to retal
Alena was silent for a moment, her gaze fixed on Stephen as she stood in the doorway. He looked at her, smirking, and said, "Tell me, why doesn’t it matter to you? I’m here, with another woman in my room, doing... questionable things. And you’re standing there, completely unaffected?"Her heart was racing, but she managed to keep her composure. With a calm yet firm voice, she replied, "I don’t care what you do with other women. All I’m asking is that you lower your voice. My daughter is sleeping in the next room. I don’t want her exposed to... the wrong influence."Though she sounded confident, only her heart knew the turmoil she was facing. Stephen narrowed his eyes and stepped closer. "Are you sure you’re not affected?" he asked.Alena locked her gaze with his and said coldly, "I’m 110% sure that I am not affected."As they stood in tense silence, Vanya appeared from behind Stephen, wrapping her arms around him and kissing his neck. "Baby, come on. I’m waiting for you," she purred,
Alena rolled her eyes and said, "Why would I be jealous of any woman?" Stephen took a drag of his cigarette and replied, "Then why are you stopping me? What’s bothering you?"Alena, in a stern tone, responded, "Nothing's bothering me. I'm just saying that this is my house, and no woman is coming in. I have a child here, and my husband. I don’t want a stranger in this house."Stephen retorted, "She's my girlfriend. She's staying in my room. You’re acting like she’s going to walk around naked."Alena pointed a finger at him and said, "Listen," but before she could say more, they both heard footsteps approaching. It was Lucas, coming down the stairs. He looked at Stephen and Alena, then glanced at his watch."What are you two doing here at this time of the night?" Lucas asked.Stephen stepped forward and said, "See? Your wife is stopping me from having fun with my girlfriend."Lucas walked over, looking at Elena, and asked, "What’s going on, sweetheart?"Alena huffed, replying, "I live w
Lucas was still uncertain whether allowing Stephen to stay in the house was a good decision, but he had no other option left.Stephen glanced at Lucas and asked, “Are you sure you’re okay with me staying here? You don’t doubt my intentions toward your wife, do you?”Alena, holding Lucas's hand tightly, reassured him, “I trust my wife, Stephen. You’re here as an investor, and nothing more. We’re letting you stay out of hospitality.”The two men locked eyes, their tension palpable. Stephen, struggling to control his emotions, finally said, “Alright, I’ll go to my hotel and gather my things.”With that, Stephen left the room, and Alena and Lucas were left alone. Lucas still had a serious expression on his face. Alena sighed and said, “It’s okay. Let him stay. It’s not going to matter. What matters is that we need to elevate our business.”Lucas nodded, his thoughts still lingering on the situation.A few hours later...Stephen returned to the house, and Lucas showed him to his room.The
Stephen took the ring out of the box and was about to slip it onto Alena’s finger when she abruptly pulled her hand back and said sharply, “What the hell is wrong with you?”She slammed her hand on the table, stood up, and glared at him with a heated expression. Stephen, still holding the ring, said coolly, “I bought this for my wife. You should be happy I’ve brought you such an expensive gift. But instead, you’re angry. What’s wrong?”He tried to maintain his composure, but Alena’s fury was evident. Pointing a finger at him, she snapped, “Don’t try to be clever with me, Stephen. How many times do I have to tell you that you are not my husband? My husband is Lucas.”Stephen’s expression darkened. He slammed his hand on the table, got up, and grabbed Alena by the arm, pulling her close.Now standing mere inches apart, their breaths mingled as Stephen asked, “How can you be so sure I’m not your husband? You don’t even remember your past. You’ve been living with a false reality for five