Isabel’s povThe hospital’s bright lights feel harsh, unforgiving as we leave the ER, a fresh bandage wrapped around Alexander’s arm.We find ourselves in a small coffee shop within the building. I stare blankly at the coffee in front of me, tracing the rim of the cup. Words seem to escape me, questions I have don’t make it past my lips.The silence stretches until, finally, I say, “Thank you.” It’s barely a whisper, but as the words leave my mouth, I feel a weight lift. “Thank you for saving me. Again.” My heart still pounds in my chest, the adrenaline slowly fading, leaving behind a strange mixture of gratitude and confusion. I should feel relieved, but instead, there’s an unsettled ache that creeps into my bones. Why is this so hard to process? Why does everything feel so complicated now?I sink into my chair, trying to ignore the growing tension inside me, the unanswered questions swirling around us.Alexander leans forward, his gaze intense, but I cut him off. “Last time, you sa
Alexander’s POVI watch her leave, my heart hammering as frustration builds inside me. This wasn’t what I wanted to say. Damn it Alexander, why did you have to ruin it all? She’s alive—she’s here—and all I could do was drive her further away.I feel my jaw clench tightly, my foot tapping against the floor as I fight the urge to follow her, to call her back and make her see what I can’t even put into words. But another part of me holds me back, cautioning me to let it go, to just leave things as they are.Then, her words play in my mind again, her voice taunting me. “I can say whatever I want?” The audacity of it. I scoff, my anger flaring up like a firestorm inside me. So, she really doesn’t regret it? Even after everything? After what I saw—the photos of her in bed with another man. I can’t believe this. How could she throw that in my face like it was nothing?And what the hell did she mean by “it doesn’t matter?” Is that her way of telling me she’ll never be affected by my words? Th
Alexander’s POVI arrive at the office earlier than usual, pushing through the revolving doors and heading straight for my floor. There’s no time to waste today. I need to get through the pile of meetings lined up. The weight of Sophia’s expectant face still lingers, and I can’t afford to disappoint her—or anyone else—today.After wrapping up my first meeting, I check the time and nod to myself. I need to hurry up with the rest. I’ve made a promise, and I can’t let anything get in the way of that.Back at my desk, a report waits for me. I sink into my chair, flipping through the pages, my lips curving into a rare smile. The numbers are good—better than good. Business has seen a significant uptick over the past quarter, and the company is thriving. The upward trend on the charts is like a breath of fresh air. My shoulders relax for the first time in weeks, a slow smile spreading across my face as I travel the steady rise on the graph. I lean back in my chair, fingers tapping lightly o
Isabel’s POVI wake with a start, my breath catching as yesterday’s memories rush back. The masked figure, the flash of a knife, and the panic clawing up my throat. Who could have attacked me again? Could all this be connected to the attack from five years ago—the night my whole world changed? I push the thought away, flipping my hair over one shoulder, my fingers shaking slightly as I cup my face in my palm. My mind is a whirlpool of questions and half-formed fears. Aside from my family, Roy and Aria, no one else knows that I’m Isabel. No one.Except… Well, now Alexander knows. But would he go that far? Does he hate me that much that he’d be so happy to have me gone? I shake my head, remembering how he’s also saved me. But a thought lingers, nagging at the edges of my mind. What if this is more than a coincidence? What if he’s been watching me, waiting for the right moment to step in—not as a hero, but as someone pulling the strings all along?I tilt my head to the side. Could this
Isabel’s POVScarlett twirls in her pale pink tulle dress, her laughter ringing through the room. “Do I look like a princess, Mommy?” she asks, her eyes sparkling. The rhinestones on her dress catch the light, making her look every bit the star she dreams of being.“You look more than a princess, sweetheart. You’re a queen,” I reply, adjusting her bow. Sterling stands quietly, his soft cream shirt and Beige pants perfectly tailored. His little hands are clasped in front of him, his expression calm. My gentle boy, so different from his sister, yet a perfect counterbalance to her boundless energy.I smooth my crimson satin gown, the fabric cool against my skin. The sleek design hugs my figure, the slit at the side allowing just enough movement to stride gracefully. My diamond earrings sparkle subtly, a reflection of the Montgomery elegance. Aurora is beside me, dressed in a tailored emerald green sheath dress that complements her gold hair. She leans down, helping Scarlett adjust her s
Alexander’s POVCollins leans back, stretching his arms with a relaxed grin. “Glad I don’t have any commitments today,” he says, his tone light and easy. “So I can watch your little girl perform.” There’s a note of warmth in his voice, a genuine happiness that I can’t ignore.I glance at him, catching the glow of contentment on his face. Collins has always been good with Sophia, treating her like his own. I guess that’s how it goes when you’re friends for as long as we’ve been. I shift my focus back to the road and give him a quick smile. “I know, right? You seem even happier than I am.” We both chuckle, and the sound is a welcome distraction from the nerves brewing in my stomach.“Thanks for sticking around, buddy,” I say, relief mingling with the gratitude in my voice. “The meetings had me hooked, but I’m glad I was able to round up.” I check my watch and feel a wave of anxiety. “I hope it hasn’t started yet. This event is so important to Sophia, and I don’t want to miss it like I d
Isabel’s POV“Change that dress, you look awful in it.” Alexander said in a commanding tone.The dress, a red revealing short gown, which hugged my curves, featuring a daring plunging neckline.Glancing through myself and looking back at the mirror, I asked, “what’s wrong with my dress, not like it’s the first time am wearing it.”“I don’t have to give you any explanation or talk further on this, just change it like I said!” He retorted.His tone is cold, but still handsome as ever.He stood at an imposing 6’3”, his height adding to his commanding presence.Alexander used to love me. I want to believe so.He used to be a loving and doting husband. Even though there’s a side of him that I’m yet to understand. He’s sometimes aggressive, tends to be controlling and commanding.I’ve tried to talk to him, but it always ends in arguments, never accepting the fact that he has an issue.It has just been messy.My once loving husband has turned to a stranger.I couldn't even break the news of
Alexander’s POVI sit in my office, my gaze fixed through the large, floor-to-ceiling windows, beyond which the cityscape stretched out in a mosaic of bustling life.It gnawed on me, a memory of my upbringing which I think is affecting my relationship with Isabel.While growing up, I had always seen my mum, Sabrina, command my father, Williams, to do anything she wanted, because she was making more money than him. And I had thought that’s the norm.Having more money than your partner in marriage means you call the shot. You’re in control of whatever goes on or happens in your home. Why would Isabel think I love her less simply because I commented on her dress? I worked hard proving to my mother that I’m capable of running the company, making lots of money, so I won’t have to be like my dad when married.Gosh! I pace my office, running my hands through my hair. I hate it when Isabel gives me those looks, with her shimmering silver gray eyes, which send down a cold shiver down my
Alexander’s POVCollins leans back, stretching his arms with a relaxed grin. “Glad I don’t have any commitments today,” he says, his tone light and easy. “So I can watch your little girl perform.” There’s a note of warmth in his voice, a genuine happiness that I can’t ignore.I glance at him, catching the glow of contentment on his face. Collins has always been good with Sophia, treating her like his own. I guess that’s how it goes when you’re friends for as long as we’ve been. I shift my focus back to the road and give him a quick smile. “I know, right? You seem even happier than I am.” We both chuckle, and the sound is a welcome distraction from the nerves brewing in my stomach.“Thanks for sticking around, buddy,” I say, relief mingling with the gratitude in my voice. “The meetings had me hooked, but I’m glad I was able to round up.” I check my watch and feel a wave of anxiety. “I hope it hasn’t started yet. This event is so important to Sophia, and I don’t want to miss it like I d
Isabel’s POVScarlett twirls in her pale pink tulle dress, her laughter ringing through the room. “Do I look like a princess, Mommy?” she asks, her eyes sparkling. The rhinestones on her dress catch the light, making her look every bit the star she dreams of being.“You look more than a princess, sweetheart. You’re a queen,” I reply, adjusting her bow. Sterling stands quietly, his soft cream shirt and Beige pants perfectly tailored. His little hands are clasped in front of him, his expression calm. My gentle boy, so different from his sister, yet a perfect counterbalance to her boundless energy.I smooth my crimson satin gown, the fabric cool against my skin. The sleek design hugs my figure, the slit at the side allowing just enough movement to stride gracefully. My diamond earrings sparkle subtly, a reflection of the Montgomery elegance. Aurora is beside me, dressed in a tailored emerald green sheath dress that complements her gold hair. She leans down, helping Scarlett adjust her s
Isabel’s POVI wake with a start, my breath catching as yesterday’s memories rush back. The masked figure, the flash of a knife, and the panic clawing up my throat. Who could have attacked me again? Could all this be connected to the attack from five years ago—the night my whole world changed? I push the thought away, flipping my hair over one shoulder, my fingers shaking slightly as I cup my face in my palm. My mind is a whirlpool of questions and half-formed fears. Aside from my family, Roy and Aria, no one else knows that I’m Isabel. No one.Except… Well, now Alexander knows. But would he go that far? Does he hate me that much that he’d be so happy to have me gone? I shake my head, remembering how he’s also saved me. But a thought lingers, nagging at the edges of my mind. What if this is more than a coincidence? What if he’s been watching me, waiting for the right moment to step in—not as a hero, but as someone pulling the strings all along?I tilt my head to the side. Could this
Alexander’s POVI arrive at the office earlier than usual, pushing through the revolving doors and heading straight for my floor. There’s no time to waste today. I need to get through the pile of meetings lined up. The weight of Sophia’s expectant face still lingers, and I can’t afford to disappoint her—or anyone else—today.After wrapping up my first meeting, I check the time and nod to myself. I need to hurry up with the rest. I’ve made a promise, and I can’t let anything get in the way of that.Back at my desk, a report waits for me. I sink into my chair, flipping through the pages, my lips curving into a rare smile. The numbers are good—better than good. Business has seen a significant uptick over the past quarter, and the company is thriving. The upward trend on the charts is like a breath of fresh air. My shoulders relax for the first time in weeks, a slow smile spreading across my face as I travel the steady rise on the graph. I lean back in my chair, fingers tapping lightly o
Alexander’s POVI watch her leave, my heart hammering as frustration builds inside me. This wasn’t what I wanted to say. Damn it Alexander, why did you have to ruin it all? She’s alive—she’s here—and all I could do was drive her further away.I feel my jaw clench tightly, my foot tapping against the floor as I fight the urge to follow her, to call her back and make her see what I can’t even put into words. But another part of me holds me back, cautioning me to let it go, to just leave things as they are.Then, her words play in my mind again, her voice taunting me. “I can say whatever I want?” The audacity of it. I scoff, my anger flaring up like a firestorm inside me. So, she really doesn’t regret it? Even after everything? After what I saw—the photos of her in bed with another man. I can’t believe this. How could she throw that in my face like it was nothing?And what the hell did she mean by “it doesn’t matter?” Is that her way of telling me she’ll never be affected by my words? Th
Isabel’s povThe hospital’s bright lights feel harsh, unforgiving as we leave the ER, a fresh bandage wrapped around Alexander’s arm.We find ourselves in a small coffee shop within the building. I stare blankly at the coffee in front of me, tracing the rim of the cup. Words seem to escape me, questions I have don’t make it past my lips.The silence stretches until, finally, I say, “Thank you.” It’s barely a whisper, but as the words leave my mouth, I feel a weight lift. “Thank you for saving me. Again.” My heart still pounds in my chest, the adrenaline slowly fading, leaving behind a strange mixture of gratitude and confusion. I should feel relieved, but instead, there’s an unsettled ache that creeps into my bones. Why is this so hard to process? Why does everything feel so complicated now?I sink into my chair, trying to ignore the growing tension inside me, the unanswered questions swirling around us.Alexander leans forward, his gaze intense, but I cut him off. “Last time, you sa
Isabel’s POVMy legs shake as I crawl back, my breath hitching as the masked figure inches closer. The sight of him sends a violent shudder through me. It’s him. The man from the foundation’s party. The one who attacked me that night, who nearly ended my life.How? How is he here? How did he find me?My pulse pounds against my ribs, and fear coils tightly around my chest. How is he able to get close to me? The thought makes my stomach drop.I fix my eyes on him, desperate to make sense of this, to find any crack in the terror consuming me. My breath is shallow, each inhale feeling like a battle against the panic rising in my throat. I need to hear his voice. I need to know why he’s here.“Why?” My voice is hoarse, barely above a whisper. “What do you want from me?”No response. His silence is suffocating.I swallow hard, steadying my gaze on him, though my fingers dig into the dirt as I inch backward. If I keep him talking, if I can get him to say something, maybe—just maybe—I can get
Alexander’s POVI sit in my car a few miles from the LM Group building, staring blankly at the road ahead. I can’t believe I’m here again, caught up in this madness.I’d accepted long ago to let it go—that Claire Montgomery isn’t Isabel. But today, Collins’ question keeps gnawing at me, refusing to let me move on.“What will you do if Claire happens to be the real Isabel we thought died five years ago?”It wasn’t just a casual question. No, there was something in his tone, something that said he knew more than he was letting on.Collins is my friend, and I’ve known him long enough to sense when he’s hinting at something.Now, here I am, clutching the steering wheel and tapping my fingers against it, the other hand pressed hard against my temple as I think about the consequences of what I’m about to do.I take a deep breath, muttering to myself, “Screw it. I don’t care. Today, I’m getting to the bottom of this. No more lies.”Just as I’m about to start the engine and move closer to the
Isabel’s POVI swing slowly in my chair, letting the motion soothe me as I gaze out of my office window, watching the clouds drift lazily across the sky. Today is supposed to be a special day—her birthday. But she’s not here anymore. She’s gone. Six feet below the ground. She’d sacrificed herself to make sure I was safe, to give me a chance to live. Memories flash before me—of her laughter filling the house, her warm smile, her comforting arms. For a moment, I’m pulled back into those happy days, feeling that old familiar love.A soft knock on the door pulls me back to the present. I glance up to see Christine entering the room, her expression composed, yet there’s a sense of urgency in her steps. She places an iPad on my desk, clearing her throat. “Miss Aria won’t be able to make it to the meeting today. She sent over some photos of the designs you both were discussing last time,” she explains, her voice respectful.I raise an eyebrow, silently prompting her for more clarification