Stella’s P.O.V.“Stella.” As I walk to my room, I stop as Alex calls me out.We’ve just returned from his beach villa.I know why he is calling me. He wants me to sleep with him. Even I want to, but I’m terrified.“Alex, I can’t sleep with you.” Without turning back, I respond before he can say anything.As he steps in front of me, I avoid looking at him.He gently holds my chin and pulls it up to make me look at him. “Stella, I know. You’re scared. But please let me take care of you. I know you can’t able to sleep alone.” His eyes are filled with honesty.I want to trust him, but I’m afraid to become a fool again. How do I explain him? “Please come to my room.” He requests and I can’t able to deny him.“Okay.” I nod.A small smile spreads across his face, and he presses his lips on my forehead. I close my eyes to feel his touch. It’s so soothing. Taking my hand in his, he takes me to his room.***Zoe: How’re you now? Sky told me you’re not fine.Me: I had a headache in the morning
Alex’s P.O.V.I return home in the evening after the match practice, worried for Stella. She went out with Zoe a few hours ago to purchase the gift for her mother’s birthday. Now she hasn’t been answering my calls, and when I called Zoe, she told me she had dropped Stella off a little while ago and mentioned she didn’t look well.I head straight to her room and knock firmly on the door. “Stella? Are you in there?”Silence.My heartbeat is accelerating. I just hope she is fine.I knock again, harder this time, but still no answer. Then I press my ear to the door, hoping to hear even the faintest sound, but there’s nothing.Anxiety begins to rise within me. I can’t stop feeling like something is wrong.Without thinking twice, I rush to my balcony, which connects to hers. I carefully cross over to hers, praying constantly to keep her fine. I hope she is just sleeping.I peer through the sliding glass door and my heart almost stops beating when I see her lying on the floor, unmoving.“Ste
Stella’s P.O.V.I sit in the warm water of the bathtub, and Alex sits right beside the tub, holding my hand.I look at him, still struggling to understand how Alex could love someone as broken as me. How can he love a woman who can barely hold herself together? Yet, here he is, his fingers entwined with mine, his gaze never wavering, filled with a tenderness I never thought anyone would have for me.He told me I fixed him. I seriously don’t understand when I did it.“Stella…” he calls me out, breaking the silence. “What happened at the jewellery store?”My hands tremble as I recall about the pendant and tears well up in my eyes. When will these painful memories stop affecting me? I fucking don’t want to cry for that bastard anymore.He places his one hand on my cheek and squeezes my hand with his other one. “Let it out, Flower,” he murmurs. “You’ll feel better.”Tears trickle down my cheeks as I begin telling him, my voice trembling. “I saw a woman purchasing the pendant which I purch
Alex’s P.O.V.“I need to leave now,” Sky says, slipping his phone back into his pocket.Before he got a call from Zoe, we were enjoying the pool game in the college recreation room. Today our basketball match ended early, and we couldn’t join the class midway, so we decided to play the game to pass the time.“What? I was winning from you for the first time.” I complain.Sky is perfect in almost everything and winning from him is hard, but today I was winning.He chuckles, shrugging into his jacket with a mischievous grin. “Guess it’s not your lucky day, man.”I roll my eyes, setting down my cue stick. “You’re just scared I’d actually beat you for once.”“Keep telling yourself that, Alex. Next time, I’ll crush you.”“Sure, keep dreaming,” I shoot back, feigning irritation.Sky slaps my shoulder before turning toward the door. “I’ll see you later.”“Go before Zoe starts calling again.”As soon as he leaves, I take my phone out and text Stella with a grin on my face.Me: What’s up?She i
Alex’s P.O.V.It’s Sunday morning, and I watch Stella sitting at the breakfast counter as she makes the cake for her mother because today is her birthday.I can gaze at her like this all day. Seriously, I can’t recognise the person I’ve become after falling in love with her. But I like myself. This love makes me feel alive and contented.She whisks the batter, glancing at me. “Don’t look at me like that, Alex?”“Why not?” I raise my brows at her.“Because you’re distracting me and we can’t do anything here. My mother and your father are at home, and they can catch us.”I smirk at her, leaning against the counter. “So my plan is working.”She shakes her head, trying to hide the hint of a smile, and focuses back on her mixing bowl. “Not in the kitchen, Alex. I’m serious. We’re not alone today.”“Not my fault.” I shrug, walking closer to her. “You’re looking irresistible right now,” I say, making her cheeks flush a little.She loves it when I compliment her.“Can’t you think about anythi
Stella’s P.O.V.In the evening, I stand in front of the mirror, getting ready for my mother’s birthday party. Alex enters my room, carrying a box in his hand. After locking the door, as he turns around, his eyes darken with desire when he sees me. I’m dressed in a bodycon dress that ties at the shoulders.The way he looks at me makes me feel so desirable, but deep inside, I still feel insecure about my body.“Come here,” he says, sitting down on the sofa. “I got something for you.”“It’s Mom’s birthday, Alex, not mine.” I smile as I settle down beside him.He opens the box, revealing two elegant watches. Without a word, he takes one and gently clasps it around my wrist. I watch him with curiosity as he secures the second watch on his wrist.Why has he suddenly brought watches for us?I look up at him, confused. “Alex, what’s all this about?”He takes my hands in his, his thumbs softly brushing over my knuckles. His gaze is deep, holding an intensity that makes my heart race. “Stella,
Alex’s P.O.V.Stella: Everyone is praising my outfit. I never felt so confident before in my life. Thank you.I read the text from Stella while sitting at the bar counter with Sky in the hall of my house where the party is being held.I feel a different kind of satisfaction, knowing she’s finally finding the confidence. But the thought of that bastard Jade, who broke her spirit, still fuels anger within me. As long as he and his girlfriend remain captives, they’ll pay for every bit of insecurity they left in her mind.I quickly type out a response.Me: I’m glad to know this.I glance over to where Stella is standing with Zoe and Selena, looking absolutely stunning. She’s laughing, her eyes bright, and I can’t stop myself from getting lost in her. She looks hot, strong, and beautiful.A grin spread across my face as I type out another message.Me: I can’t take my eyes off you, Flower. You look so sexy. After the party, I’m going to make you scream my name the entire night.As I hit the
Stella’s P.O.V.I see in the mirror as Alex unzips his jeans and takes out his dick. I bite my lower lip, staring at him, and he gazes at me before grabbing my waist and pressing his dick against my pussy.“Whose pussy is this?” He asks, digging his nails into my skin and grinding his hard dick against me, driving me crazy.I just can’t wait to have him inside me.“Yours!” I breathe, and he spanks my hips again.“Say it properly, Flower,” he commands in a dark, husky voice, roughly grinding himself against my needy pussy.“My pussy belongs to you, Alex,” I moan, moving myself back against his dick.“Stay still.” His grip on my waist tightens, keeping me from moving.“Please…” I beg, staring at him in the mirror.“You get it when I give it to you, because that little pussy is mine, understood?” He taps his dick against my wetness, making me even crazier. His dark words fuel my desire, making me more and more aroused with each second.I can’t wait any longer.“Yes…” I moan as he continu
Alex’s P.O.V. Six Months Later We’re on holiday with our little daughters, Ella and Lexi. Their names are inspired by ours—Ella, taken from Stella’s name, with her golden eyes resembling her mommy’s, and Lexi, from mine, with hazel eyes just like mine. Honestly, it feels like it was just yesterday when I held them in my arms for the first time. They’re growing up so fast that sometimes I feel like pausing the time and cherishing every little moment. Sitting on the sand by the beach, Ella and Lexi laugh in unison as their mother dances crazily in front of them to make them smile, giving me the perfect moment to capture their photo. They look adorable, as always, in their matching onesies and white caps. My little flowers. And their mother, my flower—she isn’t any less stunning. The way she moves with no care in the world and her laughter rings out over the sound of the waves is mesmerising. She is dressed up in a white summer dress, and her hair sways in the breeze, adding to her b
Stella’s P.O.V.Two Months LaterIt’s the last month of my pregnancy, and Alex is massaging my feet. My stomach has grown so much from carrying twins that it has become hard to handle. Every movement feels like an effort. This month is getting so difficult, but I try to remind myself it’ll be worth it when I finally meet our mini-versions.Alex looks up at me, concern etched in his features as he kneads the arch of my foot. “You okay, Flower? You’ve been so quiet.”I let out a sigh, leaning back against the pillows as I close my eyes for a moment. “It’s just... everything feels so heavy now, Alex. I feel like I’m going to burst sometimes.”He pauses before lifting my foot to give it a soft kiss. “You’re doing amazing, Stella. Just a little longer and we’ll have our mini versions here. And then I’ll be there with you every step of the way.”I’m exhausted, but hearing him say that makes everything feel a little easier. “You know I’m so lucky to have you.” I give him a smile.He slides h
Stella’s P.O.V.I’m going for shopping with Zoe. We sit in the backseat, resting our hands on our baby bumps. It was our choice to marry on the same day, but it was God’s choice to make us pregnant together. But I’m loving it. Getting pregnant with your bestie is another kind of fun.We laugh as we compare cravings, complain about swollen feet, and talk about our husbands, who bear our mood swings without a single complaint.“You know,” I say between laughs, “my babies only get active when Alex kisses me or when we…” I pause with a smirk, lowering my voice, “You know… when we have sex.”Zoe rolls her eyes. “Lucky you! My baby stays active all the time. I feel them moving all day long.” She rubs her belly with an exaggerated sigh. “And guess what? They’re active even now.”I chuckle, shaking my head. “Well, they’re definitely taking after their mommy—always energetic and never sitting still.”Zoe narrows her eyes in horror and turns her attention to her bump, caressing it. “No, no, lit
Alex’s P.O.V.As I step into the room through the glass door, holding my pregnant wife in my arms, the curtains flutter in the breeze, making the atmosphere even more beautiful and intense. Our eyes filled with desire are fixed on each other.I lay her down gently on the bed and stand in front of her before pulling off my shirt. Her gaze grows darker as she watches me, biting her lips in anticipation.As I climb above her, placing my hands on either side of her, her fingers trace my bare chest. “Still can’t believe it—you’re my husband. So damn perfect and hot.”“This hot and perfect man is all yours, Flower.” As I tug the blue ribbon from her hair, her hair tumbles loose, framing her face. She lies beneath me, looking absolutely stunning with a smile on her face.“Yes, mine.” Her eyes glint as her hands slide down to my jeans. When her hand slips inside and squeezes me over my boxers, a groan escapes my throat.“Fuck, Stella.” I clutch the ribbon in my hand as she boldly takes the le
Alex’s P.O.V.A Few Years LaterStella and I walk hand in hand along the beach, the gentle waves brushing against our feet.I can’t take my eyes off her. She’s glowing, looking more beautiful than ever. It’s not just the warm sunlight or the way her hair dances in the breeze—it’s the life growing inside her. Not one, but two mini versions of us, created from our love. She’s wearing a simple white crop top paired with a long blue skirt, but she looks ethereal.“You’re staring again,” she says with a smile, her free hand resting on her bare, rounded belly.I grin, shaking my head. “What can I do, Stella? Even before your pregnancy, I couldn’t take my eyes off you. But now…” I glance at her baby bump as I add, “now you’re even more breathtaking. This glow, this beauty—it’s unlike anything I’ve ever seen.”As she looks down at her belly, her smile fades slightly. “And here I feel like crying most days because nothing fits me anymore. Not a single piece of clothing!” She pouts at me.I sto
Stella’s P.O.V.A Few Months LaterThe church is adorned with white roses and golden lights. Alex and I walk down the aisle, arm in arm, to take our seats. Mom is standing at the altar with Henry, their hands clasped together, their love for each other visible at every glance.In the past few months, Henry has proven just how much he loves my mother, and he’s shown us that he’s nothing like her past two husbands. I’ve seen how happy she is these days—how he makes her feel safe and cherished, just like Alex does for me. I’m truly glad that Mom has finally found a life partner who will always treat her with the love and care she deserves.Alex and I settle in the front row, sitting next to Henry’s sons, Sebastian and Xavier. They greet us with polite smiles.I fix my eyes on the altar, and tears of joy gather in my eyes as I watch her. I’ve never seen her look so full of hope and happiness. Please God, always keep her happy like this.Alex notices and leans closer, brushing his fingers
Stella’s P.O.V.Dinner with Mom feels different tonight. There’s an energy about her—a spark in her eyes I haven’t seen in years.As we sit around the table, eating the pasta she made, she clears her throat. I glance up and catch the slight nervousness in her expression.“There’s something I’ve been thinking to tell you both,” she finally speak up, her eyes swaying between me and Alex.I pause, my fork midway to my mouth. “Mom, what is it?”She sets her fork down and looks at me with a smile. “About a month ago, I reconnected with someone from my past… my college sweetheart.”My fork clatters onto my plate as I sit up straighter. “Your college sweetheart?”Mom nods, her cheeks tinged with a blush. “Yes. His name is Henry. We had to separate because my parents forced me to marry your father. But now…” She pauses, her eyes shining with a mix of emotions. “Now we’ve found each other again. He’s single, I’m single, and… we’ve been spending time together. It’s been wonderful.”I glance at
Alex’s P.O.V.Three Months LaterI’ve been healing gradually from the truth I discovered about my father three months ago.I’m certain I would’ve completely lost myself if Stella hadn’t been there for me during this time. She helped me find myself again and stood strong, even though I know she herself was healing from the trauma of taking someone’s life.Her mother protected Stella by ensuring her name didn’t come up during the police investigation. She lied, claiming that she hit my father in self-defence, which ultimately led to his death.Even though he was a monster, it’s been hard for Stella to accept that she killed someone. But during this time, we’ve become each other’s strength.We’re now living in an apartment I bought near our college. All of my father’s properties were in my name, but I donated them to charity. I didn’t want to keep anything that belonged to that man. However, I kept the beach house because it’s close to my heart. That place has always given me some kind o
Alex’s P.O.V.“I love you more, Alex.”These words are like a lifeline, pulling me out of the storm I’ve been drowning in. I can hardly believe my ears. For so long, I’ve waited to hear those words from her lips.Suddenly, all my pain disappears, and the only thing I feel is immense satisfaction. Stella’s confession means so much to me. It means she is finally ready to give me her heart completely. She trusts me. She is giving love a second chance.I stop walking, frozen in the moment. All the darkness, the guilt, the fear—it’s still there, but her words make it bearable.I glance down at her in my arms. Did she really say it? Or is my mind playing tricks on me?Carefully, I lower her to the soft sand near the water, the waves lapping gently at the shore, their sound as peaceful as always.I cup her face in my hands, brushing her cheeks with my thumbs. “Say it again, Please, Stella. Say it again.” I request, fixing my eyes on her.Her eyes are filled with immense affection, and she sm