Athena The door shuts and I keep my face forward, like I haven't heard him walk in. I arrived a few hours ago with Ryan helping me while my husband probably went to lay off some steam with the love of his life. I tried to shower but it's been a bitch because I'm still so sore and I almost died in there.I imagined Ryan's face pale when he heard my scream but couldn't come in. Alex would kill him. My entire body is in pain but I'd rather die than show that weakness. “How are you feeling?” His deep voice caresses my skin. But I harden my heart and fix my face. “Fine.” “Athena.” “I'm tired, Alex. Let me just watch TV in peace.” Silence settles between us, heavy and suffocating. I keep my eyes glued to the screen, even though I’m not really watching. I can feel him standing there, his presence pressing down on me, but I refuse to look at him. I hear him sigh, then the rustling of fabric as he moves. I expect him to leave, but instead, he walks closer. I tense when I feel t
Athena“Come on Athena! You missed every party we've had. We need to celebrate our final paper!” Mira hooks her hand Into mine and I wince. “Careful, I'm still in pain.” It has been two weeks since my accident and my body has healed but when too much pressure is applied, it stings. After I was discharged, officers came home and asked if I had anyone who would target me and honestly, I couldn't think of anyone. Ariana suggested they get me a bodyguard but I declined. It was going to just cause unnecessary attention. They were reluctant at first but I managed to convince them and now here I am. Mira has been my friend since my first year and although I wouldn't call her my best friend, she's the closest I have to one. Her face reddens. “Oh I'm so sorry. I thought you were better.” I laugh, “I am. We can talk about the party once I write my exams, okay? I'm anxious and I'm not sure they'll let me sit for them.”One thing about this school is that they don't compromise and reputat
AthenaThe moment I step out of the exam hall, I release a long breath, stretching my fingers after hours of gripping my pen. It's finally over. Since it was differed, we had to write all three papers missed in one sitting. It was exhausting but I know that I nailed it. I really want to be a great doctor. I feel like it's the only thing that will keep me close to my parents. I just hope the results will be favorable too!I should be relieved, but the second I take another step forward, I stop dead in my tracks. Alex is standing there. He's wearing a suit like he always does. Dressed to the nines with no wrinkle in sight And his hair perfectly done. Girls are swooning over him but no one dares to approach him.Leaning casually against his sleek black SUV, his arms crossed over his chest, looking like he owns the damn place. Of course, he does. His company probably sponsors the whole school. My mood sours instantly. Why is he here again?I look around but keep walking. Avoi
AthenaLater that evening,I keep my eyes closed, my breathing slow and even, pretending to be asleep. I hear my bedroom door open slightly before clicking shut. A few seconds later, I hear the soft click of the main door locking. I wait. Then another click. .The door closes. He's gone. I sit up immediately, my heart pounding from the rush of victory.Sleep in, my ass!I practically launch myself out of the bed and rush into my bathroom, kicking off my shoes as I rush to the shower. Stripping off my exam-day outfit, I take a quick shower and search my wardrobe for the shortest, tightest dress I own—black, sleek, and sinful. I try on the one I bought on my birthday last year. I got it to seduce Alex, but he took one look at me and walked out. Let's just say my ego was bruised but that's why I'm doing this! I'm taking back everything he has stolen from me. Starting from my confidence. Standing on the mirror, I slick my hair into a high ponytail, the style giving me an e
AthenaMy smile drops instantly. Suddenly the cold air starts to sting and this is the moment I wish I had superpowers so I can vanish.But wasn't this my plan?To have fun because this man doesn't control me?Alex stands there, tall and menacing, his green eyes hard and unreadable. His black shirt is unbuttoned at the collar, his sleeves rolled up, exposing strong forearms. He looks relaxed, but I know better. His gaze drags over me, slow, lazy and deliberate. My heart pounds. I swallow. “How did you—” “Shut up.” The air turns suffocating. He takes a step forward, his expression impassive, but the way he looks at me—like I’m filth beneath his shoe—sends a chill down my spine. My fingers tighten around the railing behind me. “What the fuck did I tell you?” he says, his voice calm. Too calm. My throat goes dry. I open my mouth, but nothing comes out. Alex tilts his head, his gaze flicking down to my dress, my bare legs, then back up to my face. Something flashes i
ATHENAI've read so many articles about drowning, but no one has ever given it justice. No one ever explained what it really feels like. They wrote about the silence, the stillness—but not the agony. No one warned us how the cold water would punch the air from your lungs the second you hit the surface. The first thought that comes to my mind is that i can't swim. I open my mouth to scream, but all I taste is water. Panic explodes in my chest. I thrash wildly—arms flailing, legs kicking—but the dress clings to my skin like a vice, dragging me down. My hair fans out around me, floating like a dark halo as I sink deeper. The muffled sounds of the party above me fade. With how loud the music is, no one will find me. If only Alex would change his mind and look back, turn to look for me. Maybe I'll get a chance to live. But every second that passes is a cruel reminder. He's with Leah. He won’t notice. No one will see me. My lungs burn, a searing pain growing with every se
ALEX “Alex, put Athena on the phone. I need to confirm what she wants for her graduation.” I pinch the bridge of my nose, the muscles in my jaw ticking as I lean back against the couch. Just hearing her name is making my blood boil. She didn't listen to me, went with a dress that would put her ass on display with a slight bend, and now I have to play the perfect husband who says good things about his wife. This marriage is starting to feel like torture. I would divorce her tomorrow, but Nana is not stable, and the last thing I want is to trigger her heart attack. “She’s not here,” I respond flatly. “Don't use that tone on me, young man!” Mum snaps, and I sigh.“I'm sorry.” I sigh, running my hand through my hair.“Is everything okay? You know you can always speak to me, right?” Her voice is full of concern.“Just work stress, mum. I'm okay. As for the gift, isn't it supposed to be a surprise?” I soften my voice, hoping we can change the subject. “Why do you need her opinion i
ALEX The world stops. The music fades. The flashing lights blur into nothing. Mira’s words echo in my skull like a gunshot. She drowned, Alex. No. No, she didn’t. How could she? Did she throw herself in the pool when I left? Was it because she was so drunk that she fell? Or did she do it to spite me? Honestly, my mind is spinning so much that I can't think straight. To make it worse, a memory from earlier hits me like a wave,The stretcher from earlier,The flash of a white sheet stained with water, clinging to a limp figure. I move without thinking, shoving past bodies, my pulse hammering so hard it’s all I can hear. Athena. I don’t even remember reaching the paramedics, but suddenly I’m there — grabbing the arm of a man in uniform, my voice a raw snarl. “Is she alive?” “Sir, please stand back—” “IS SHE ALIVE?” The other paramedic’s eyes shift toward the ambulance doors, just as they slam shut. “No,” I breathe, panic strangling me. “No. Open the damn do
ATHENA The shot rings out.I brace for the pain, for the heat of the bullet tearing through my flesh.But it never comes.I’m still standing.I'm still breathing.Frozen.My heart slams against my ribs as the world slows around me.And then-“No!”A body crashes into mine, shoving me hard to the side.I stumble, catching myself against the edge of a table.That’s when I hear it, a guttural gasp, the sound of someone choking on breath. The thud of a body hitting marble.Blood splatters.I look down my body and realize it's not mine.My eyes widen as I turn.Someone took the bullet.For me.From the corner of my eye, I can see Leah screaming, thrashing, wild-eyed like a mad woman.. But the officers are on her now, four of them tackling her to the ground, ripping the gun from her hands.My ears ring.The voices fade.Someone’s shouting my name, but it sounds like it’s coming from underwater.Everything begins to blur, hitting me all at once.A gun.Shoot.Not me.I look to the side and
ATHENALeah stares at the dress like it's made of poison.I could poison it, but that would have been too merciful.Her hands tremble as she clutches the dresser behind her for balance. “You’re bluffing,” she whispers, her voice cracking beneath the weight of panic. “You can’t- none of this-this isn’t legal!”I take another step closer and smile. It’s not kind. It’s not warm. It’s the smile of a woman who’s been pushed too far, who’s crawled her way through hell and came back with fire in her veins.“Oh, sweetheart,” I say, leaning in until our noses almost touch, “do I look like I care about what’s legal? I think you and I already crossed that line. ”She flinches.“ You know the first thing that hit me when I found out what you had done? I wanted to drown you the way you did to me. But then I realized there was a better way. Whatever you love, I’ll take it. Every fucking thing attached to your name, I will rip it from you and burn it to ashes. Everything you've been craving, will
ATHENAFLASHBACK7 days ago….“It’s only been two hours. Don’t be so anxious,” Zayan says to me, but it does nothing to calm the storm raging inside me.Alex is unpredictable.He may think I fabricated the evidence, and that’s not even the worst that could happen. Leah could get her hands on the documents, twist the story like she always does, and paint me as a manipulator.I’m pacing the length of Zayan’s office, chewing on my nail, with nerves clawing up my throat when the door suddenly slams open, and I nearly jump out of my skin.Alex stands there like a force of nature. His shoulders are rigid, his chest is heaving, and those wild green eyes are locked onto me with pure fury.“Get the fuck out,” he growls, low and dangerous. Zayan straightens from where he’s leaning against the desk, glaring at Alex. “It’s my office,” he snaps.I flick my desperate gaze toward Zayan, silently begging him to give us a moment. Zayan hesitates for just a moment before he sighs and grabs his jacke
LEAHSix days later…“I hope you secure a good fortune after paying ten million for a ridiculous wedding dress!” Mum snaps as she adjusts the hem of my robe.“Can we see it?” she asks, her voice softer this time, almost curious.“No," I say, flipping my hair over my shoulder. "It’s not with me. I had to do makeup first.”Dad grumbles something under his breath, still pale from the heart attack he nearly had when the bank called him.Apparently, when someone drops ten million on a dress, the financial world panics.They thought I’d lost my card. That some thief was out there playing dress-up with my future.But no. I signed the authorization myself and left a copy with the boutique, just in case I change my mind and want a refund later.Not that it matters.Ten million is nothing compared to how much I’ll be entitled to once the vows are said, and my last name is King.“In a few minutes," I remind them with a sparkling smile, "Alexander King will be your son-in-law. Do you have any ide
LEAHI swallow hard, my hands trembling so badly I have to clutch them behind my back."No," I say, my voice cracking. "Of course not! Alex, you know me...""Do I?" he asks, tilting his head, his green eyes unreadable.The assistant stands frozen behind the counter, the dress draped over her arm like a dead body.I force a smile, blinking fast to hide the sting in my eyes."I’ll just... call Daddy," I say quickly. "He’ll transfer the money right now. It’s no big deal."Alex chuckles a low, dangerous sound that makes my blood turn to ice.Is he testing me?"Of course," he responds, "Call Daddy."His words are laced with mockery, but I ignore it. I'm sure it's a test.One I'm not going to lose!I've come too close to the goal to let it slip off my hands. I yank my phone out of my purse so fast it almost flies across the room.Dialing my father’s number, I press it to my ear, forcing a smile at Alex.He watches me, hands still shoved casually into his pockets, like he’s enjoying every
LEAH“What are we doing here, Alex?” I whisper, my voice barely coming out, unable to believe what’s standing right in front of me.A bridal boutique.A real, shimmering bridal boutique. My fucking dream boutique where they sale the best and most expensive wedding gowns!The doors swing open as if they were expecting us.A woman in a sleek black dress smiles warmly and gestures us inside. "Welcome Mr. King, ma'am. We've been expecting you."Ma'am.Mrs King is the name but I have to play nice so I smile. “Thank you!”.When we step In…. my breath stops!I stumble forward, my heart slamming into my ribs so hard it hurts.I turn to Alex, blinking up at him, my mind spinning, almost scared to say the words out loud. “Alex, really... what is this?”He doesn’t smile.He doesn’t soften. He just looks at me with those icy green eyes and says, his voice low and serious,“To be my wife... you need a dress.”He shrugs like it’s obvious, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. “Isn’t
LEAH“Mummy, can we go to a play park today?” An irritating little voice reaches my ears, cutting through the music, playing softly in the background.I clench my teeth so hard my jaw aches.How have I managed to raise this little brat?Ugh.I set down my eyeliner with a sharp clink on my dresser. Focus, Leah. Focus.You need him. You need him to get what you want. He's the golden ticket.“Mummy?” he says again, his voice higher, whinier.“What!” I snap, whipping around so fast he flinches. I catch the way his lower lip wobbles that stupid, pathetic look he gives when he’s about to cry.The anger simmers hotter under my skin.“Why are you so damn annoying? Go find Miranda and bother her!”I turn back to the mirror, snatching up the mascara wand with enough force to nearly snap it in half.From the corner of my eye, I see him hesitate. He shifts on his tiny feet, fiddling with the hem of his shirt.I've fought so hard to be where I am. Nothing was handed to me, nothing!Not my st
ATHENAThe breath I didn’t know I’d been holding finally escapes my lungs. The paper slips from my fingers, fluttering softly to the floor, but I don’t reach for it.I can’t move.I’m frozen in place, staring blankly. As a wave of emotions crashes over me with such force, it nearly knocks the air from my chest as I read the results over and over again. Paternity Results;Athena Dawson and Rayen King: 99.9% Match.Rayen is mine.He’s mine.My baby didn’t die. He didn’t die that day in the hospital like they told me.I wasn’t crazy.I didn’t imagine his little fingers curling around mine. The way I knew, deep in my soul, that he existed even when no one believed me.Tears burn my eyes, blurring the world around me, and I lift my trembling hand to cover my mouth. A choked sob escapes before I can stop it. Zayan is suddenly beside me again, his arm wrapping around my shoulders, anchoring me before I drown in the storm.“If I say I suspected it before I saw his birthmark, then I must be
ATHENAI’ve had so many situations that took my breath away. Literally.But the man standing here before me, with his jaw clenched and eyes that flicker like a storm about to strike tops the list by far. My mouth dries up. My pulse screams in my ears. And for a second, I forget to breathe altogether.I crouch down quickly, stuffing the toothbrush back into the resealable bag like it’s nothing more than a spilled pen. Casual. Cool. Calm. All the things I am absolutely not right now. His shoes move closer, and they match the fast beating of my heart.Ta ta ta taSilence.When I look up, I realize the sound had stopped because he's now close. “You didn't answer me,” he says, his voice lower now. My fingers fumble with the zipper of my purse. “Rayen asked me to get him something,” I lie, though my voice wavers near the end. “I was just grabbing it.”Or I could have just said he invited me, but that's even worse. A three year old invites you, and you end up stealing?Oh God!