ATHENA“You're only sitting before me because of the respect I have for you.” Alex says rudely to Ethan, who seems unbothered by his remark. “Perks of being rich, I believe. So I trust you know why I'm here?” He responds.Alex leans back in his chair, his eyes focused on me and dancing with so much hate it makes me shift uncomfortably, “No I don't. Please enlighten me.” I keep my face impassive, but the weight of Alex’s gaze burns through me. He knows exactly why Ethan Sinclair is sitting across from him, yet he’s playing coy, making me feel small, insignificant-like I’m not even worth acknowledging.Rose is sitting by my side, and her lips are pressed into a thin line, showing she has so much to say but will let her husband handle it. Ethan, however, is unfazed. He leans back casually in his chair, fingers tapping against the polished wood of Alex’s desk. The room is silent except for the faint ticking of a clock mounted on the wall behind us.“You’re going to reinstate Zayan,”
ALEXTALK ABOUT A SHITTY DAY!My mood was already sour from the fight I had with Mum on my way to work. She wants to give half of my wealth to Athena. Fucking half!To a fucking murderer and cheater!As if that wasn't crazy enough, Athena had to summon Ethan Sinclair. How the fuck does she even know him?Did they have a little reunion of meet and greet?Let's meet each other's relatives dinner?I don't even think I've ever had a conversation with the Sinclairs. I've known about them but not been interested enough to speak to any of them… well …until Zayan.Just the thought of those two scheming has my heart twisting in anger!Promising each other marriage?I almost laugh at the audacity!She dared.She actually dared to bring another man, Ethan Sinclair of all people! into my office to demand her reinstatement, to demand Zayan’s reinstatement. She didn’t come begging or pleading. No, she walked in here like she had some kind of right, like she wasn’t the one who ruined everything.
ALEXI'm many things, but stupid is not one of them. I also know what it takes to have a baby, and I've never touched Leah, nor have I ever kissed her.Is she another liar?I clench my hands into fists as I step back, feeling disgusted at women's desperation to have anything. “Get out of my office.” I growl. “Alex, the child is really yours.” She pushes, ignoring my cold glare. “I've never touched you Leah, it takes semen to knock someone up, and I'd know if I placed my dick where it shouldn't be.” My voice is cold even to my ears. Leah flinches but maintains her stance. Is she dense or what?“Remember that night?”“What night?”Leah sighs, looking hurt like I just slapped her. She moves behind and takes a seat on the couch. “Remember that night when you came home so angry, I tried to comfort you with my body. We were in the heat of the moment, and I ended up getting pregnant. I couldn't tell you because Athena had just gotten pregnant too. So I left to give birth abroad.”That's
ATHENATwo days later….“I don't know how it came to this, my dear. But always know that you're welcome and this is your home.” Giana pulls my hands into hers. Today marks four months since I got divorced from Alex, and this is the first time I'm facing his grandmother. I had no idea what to say to her, especially since it felt like it was my fault.I lost the baby, and I have no way of proving otherwise. “I'm sorry I robbed you of the chance to see Rayen grow.” I whisper as tears roll down my face.My wounds have never healed, and every day is harder. Giana's grip on my hands tightens, her warmth a stark contrast to the cold emptiness inside me. Her eyes, filled with a depth of understanding I don’t deserve, shimmer with unshed tears. “My sweet girl,” she murmurs, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “You didn’t rob me of anything. Life is cruel, and sometimes, it takes more than it gives. But you… you are still here.” I shake my head, the weight of grief pressing down on my
ATHENASLAP!I hit him so hard his face pauses on the side from the shock of my delivery!How dare this scumbag mock me after everything he’s put me through?The anger I feel right now can't be explained. He blames me. I get it, but this is the last stroll, and I've had enough!Especially when I look at the baby he's holding, he doesn't look more than five months old and if my math is correct, that means the asshole cheated on me and got us pregnant at the same time!“How dare you?” I spit, my voice trembling with rage, heartbreak, and months of bottled-up pain. “You cheated, lied, humiliated me, and now you use my son’s name to mock me?”The room is frozen. No one speaks. Even the baby in Leah’s arms starts to whimper at the sudden tension in the air.Alex slowly straightens, his jaw clenched, cheek reddened from the blow. He looks stunned, like he didn’t expect me to still have fire in me after all he’s done.“Don’t you ever speak to me like that again,” I snap, my chest heaving.
ATHENALooks of pity.I detest them—and I'd rather not receive any.They feel like quiet judgments wrapped in sympathy. Like everyone’s saying, “poor Athena”, without ever opening their mouths.Noah and Sloane have been so quiet, I didn’t even realize they were still in the room.It’s only when I feel the warm weight of a jacket settle over my shoulders that I notice Noah beside me. He doesn’t say much. He never does when I’m hurting. But the way his eyes soften, the way he avoids looking at Alex’s direction, says everything.He's angry and is having a hard time keeping that in check.“Let me drive you home,” he murmurs.“I’ll come with you,” Sloane says, stepping forward. But Noah shakes his head.“Stick around. Keep me updated.”A flicker of protest dances across her face, but then I give her a small, tired smile. “I’ll call you.”She nods, and I can tell she wants to say something more but doesn’t.I step over to Ariana and pull her into a brief hug, then turn to Giana.She looks…
ATHENA“We can't treat you. Our hospital is full, and if I get you the bill, I bet you won't be able to afford it.” Annie says, and I have to stop everything I'm doing to ensure I heard her right.Annie is PGY-4, so she is a pain in the ass but she is good at what she does and is my senior, so you can only imagine what I have to deal with. “Dr. Please! My father is dying and we won't have enough time to make it to another hospital!” A young girl who doesn't look to be over twenty cries as she begs her to admit her father. “All this begging is time you’re wasting!” Annie snaps, her arms crossed, annoyance etched into every line of her face.I slam the patient chart shut and whirl around.“Excuse me?” My voice slices through the halls of the ER like a scalpel.Annie turns to me with that smug little smile she always wears when she thinks she’s untouchable.“This isn’t charity, Dawson. We have protocols and capacity limits—”“No.” I step forward, fire burning in my chest. “What we have
ATHENAMy heart stutters. That voice.Even if the years had dulled it, even if time had blurred every echo of that night, I’d still recognize it anywhere.Leah.The last time I saw her, she was standing in the doorway of my apartment with Alex’s child in her arms.Rubbing it in my face that she had what I could never give him even if I tried. I looked at the child for the first time, and my heart shattered. He was the spitting image of Alex with his eyes. I shut the door in her face and applied to work in the furthest hospital I could find. And now, she’s here.Why is she here?Dressed in a tailored navy-blue suit with a white coat, her hair pulled back in a bun that does nothing to soften the features on her face. She’s flanked by six doctors, clearly a surgical team, all in identical white coats, all standing like soldiers in formation behind their commander.The same smug expression I remember curls on her lips as she stops just a few steps from me.“Well, well,” Leah muses, her
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!