Idiot. Absolute idiot. What was I even doing? How was it supposed to work? I was the one who ended the relationship between Sarah and me. I didn't have the right to demand anything from her. Yet, here I was, parking in front of the restaurant where she was about to have a date.I saw a black Mercedes not too far from the entrance, and an Asian guy stood outside, leaning against the car—Sarah's driver-slash-bodyguard. My eyes swept around the area, and I realized that there were no cars aside from mine and that Mercedes in the parking lot. It seemed a bit… strange.“You're Jun, right?” I turned to the bodyguard.He crossed his arms over his chest and nodded. Yeah, a real talkative guy.“Is Sarah inside?” I asked, pointing at the door.He gave me a meaningful look, then smirked.My jaw clenched. I didn't think I would like that guy anytime soon. Letting out a slow exhale, I opened the door and walked into the restaurant. A petite blonde concierge greeted me with a beaming smile.“Good e
SARAHDull pain crept through my state of unawareness. I winced, or at least I thought I did. As my senses slowly returned, I realized there was something blocking my throat. A sliver of panic surfaced but quickly died in a mass of blurry sensations and more and more acute pain. Opening my eyes hurt. A sharp, bright light stung. My eyelids were dry, and when I tried to blink, it felt as if I were rubbing my eyeballs with sandpaper. I closed them again.I thought of covering my eyes with my hands, but moving them created yet another problem. They were too heavy to lift, or I was too weak to carry their weight. A wave of sounds washed over my ears. Most of them were unpleasant, but perhaps they appeared this way because I was in need of absolute silence. Then the beeping noise stole my attention. It was a row of never-ending tones on the medium pitch. I felt as if my heart had adjusted to that beat, or was it the other way around?Another wave of pain rushed through me like a toxin floo
Surprise blended with suffocating disappointment as I stared at my ex-neighbor. Why was he here? Was he truly the one who brought me all the roses? Was he the one who held my hand while I was unconscious? Why wasn't Alex—I stopped myself before my thoughts could lead me to another heartache. Slowly, I stretched my lips into a faint smile. “What are you doing here?”He scratched his head. “Hi, Sarah,” he said, his voice carrying an odd tremor. “This is kind of awkward... I thought you'd be asleep.” He closed his eyes for a second and shook his head. “That didn't sound right. I don't want you to think I'm some kind of creep. I just wanted—”“This isn't the first time you've come here, is it?” I asked, studying his expression.I saw his throat working on a swallow. “No. I've been here before,” he admitted softly. “Your family and friends don't know me, but I wanted to see you after I learned what happened. So, I bribed a guard and…”My eyes widened, and my confusion rose. Why would he g
ALEXThe last three weeks were hell. I kept feeling Sarah's blood on my hands, no matter how many times I washed them. The feeling of her limp body in my arms haunted me even when I was wide awake. I had almost lost her. I failed her. I should have found a way to prevent this. I should have been more cautious…I vaguely recalled the moment I called for the ambulance, or when the paramedics all but tore Sarah from my arms to take her to the hospital. The following hours felt as if someone ripped off my heart and crushed it into pieces. I felt nothing. I wasn't sure I was even breathing. Different people kept coming. They talked to me, but I probably wasn't capable of responding. The only moment that forced any reaction from me was hearing my son cry. He was scared, and he needed me, but the truth was, I had only managed to leave the state of indifference because of him. I was supposed to be an adult, the strong one, and yet it was the five-year-old boy who turned out to be my anchor…I
SARAHGoing back to the residence was strange. Eleonor supported me as I walked, making me feel at least fifty years older than she was. My physical state required a lot of improvement. Fortunately, I no longer felt like I could break apart at any second. Perhaps that one therapeutic session with Matt helped me regain some of my much-needed balance.Liam cheerfully jumped beside me as we entered. It was a relief to see him happy. I kept worrying about how my accident would affect him. Luckily, I had an amazingly resilient kid.I looked around the main hall and froze. It seemed like most of the residence's staff crowded there, smiling at me as I passed the threshold.“Welcome home,” sang Diana, the sweet, sixty-year-old head of maids.Home. Within these walls, that word still sounded strange to me. My shoulders tensed slightly, but I willed myself to smile. “Thank you,” I said. “It's good to be back.” I truly hoped none of them heard the lack of honesty in my voice.Unlike me, Liam pas
ALEXI was sitting in one of the rooms adjoining Philip Corbin's office. He assured me that it was soundproof and had all the proper devices to jam any signal. Yes, my paranoia kept growing, but I was not taking any chances. I wouldn't risk having this meeting in my office. The hundreds of employees spread across all the corridors of the Ravenford Corporation's headquarters were something I couldn't control.Cobin could control it. When he built his company, he refused to centralize it and gather it all in one building. Every branch operated separately. I used to think that it was less efficient that way. Now I knew that his main reason for doing so was safety. It was relatively easy to plant a spy among thousands of workers, but not when there were only twenty or thirty of them. Philip Corbin surrounded himself with less than thirty people. Only they could be found anywhere near his office. Any stranger would have been immediately spotted… and eliminated.I took a deep breath as I sa
I hadn't been in my father's office for years, but this matter was too important to wait. I literally barged inside and demanded everyone else leave. Certainly, my father wasn't too pleased about my intrusion, but I didn't give a fuck. I gave him a simple choice. Either we talked in private or all his employees learned about his incompetence. Grunting several curses, he finally forced everyone out.Cautiously, I locked the door and turned on the jamming device I brought with me. When I was positive that no one could overhear our conversation, I showed him the footage with a computer-made Elmer's voice. I watched his jaw clench and his hands fist. He was clearly shocked and enraged when he heard the final seconds of Elmer's conversation, but then he took a deep breath and pulled on a mask of composure.“And why are you showing this to me? Are you mad because of Sarah again?” he asked with irritating calmness.“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” I strained through my clenched teeth.
SARAHI was on one of the residence terraces, sitting in a comfortable rattan armchair and drinking coffee. Joy was sitting in front of me, staring at her cup of coffee as if she were hoping it'd turn into a glass of liquor. I was glad that she decided to spend her day off with me. I was beginning to go insane, locked up in the residence, and still constantly getting tired.“So, tell me exactly what happened when that dickhead got fired.” Joy's eyes lightened up with a wicked glow.I snorted and shifted in my seat. “He was sooo pissed, and I enjoyed every second of it.”“I bet you did.” Joy winked at me, causing a grin to spread across my face.“I didn't know what was going on at first. I walked out of my room and saw Alex's father storming through the corridor. It wasn't the first time I saw him enraged, so I shrugged and was about to return to my room, but then I saw Eleonor following him.” I leaned back in my seat and took a sip of coffee. “Since I get more and more bored sitting h
ALEX Four and a half years later I opened my eyes to see Sarah's gorgeous sleeping face, and my lips instantly stretched into a wide smile. God, I would never have enough of watching her sleep. There were only two other faces I loved more: her face when she smiled and the blushing face that appeared shortly after she reached her climax. Actually, I would gladly work to see that blushing face right now, but I couldn't risk being late today. This day was going to be perfect. I dipped my head to brush my lips against hers. I did it carefully so as not to wake her up. Then I slid out of bed and quietly walked out of our bedroom. Of course, it was way easier to sneak out of our room than to pass Liam's bedroom, and passing the twins' bedroom without them waking up or noticing was nearly mission impossible. Fortunately, none of them decided to wake up at six in the morning on Saturday, and two minutes later, I successfully entered the kitchen. Usually, this place belonged to Sarah. It wa
I vaguely recalled what had happened in the last few hours. I remember Jun calling my name as he all but tore me away from Alex, taking over the reanimation until the paramedics appeared. Then the words “temporary stable” rang in my head as they transported Alex to the hospital in Nassau. I refused to leave his side. I held his hand almost until he had been taken to the operating room. Philip and Jun dragged me away so that doctors could patch me, even though I said I didn't need it. They insisted, and Jun might have even said something about knocking me out if I'd refused. The doctors asked me if I needed painkillers. When I said I wasn't sure, they asked me if I needed something to soothe my nerves. I took neither. I didn't want anything that could dull my senses as I waited for Alex's operation to be over. The surgeon said that the bullet vaguely missed the heart but also that removing it would be complicated. Still, there was a chance. There was hope that he would survive. He had
I heard two gunshots, yet there was no pain. Well, there was no new kind of pain, and I could feel the heart pounding in my chest… But dead people shouldn't have a heartbeat, should they? My mind was struggling to process what was happening. My eyes snapped open just in time to see two guards fall to the ground, exposing the one who stood on the threshold. Alex.My breath caught in my throat as our eyes met, but my relief lasted less than a second. In my peripheral vision, I saw Lucius reaching for his gun and shifting his stance to shoot. “No!” I screamed for a split second before he aimed his gun at Alex and pulled the trigger.Alex leaped into the corridor and hid behind the door. “Sarah, get down!” he thundered, and that was what I did. I jumped to the side before Lucius could grab me and use me as a shield, and I dove behind the bed, lying face-down on the floor. Lucius roared like a wild animal, and more shots came. “I'll kill you, Ravenford!” he bellowed.I flinched every time
SARAHThree days passed since I had woken up in my luxurious prison. My ribs still hurt, but at least I could move on my own… more or less. The bruises I found all over my body were slowly fading. The worst were those on my shoulder, which, according to Lucius, had been dislocated. Once the mass of sedatives and painkillers left my system, the pain had become almost unbearable, but now I learned to function despite it.Lucius had been showing up in my room at least three times a day. Each time, he brought me food or snacks. It might have been his twisted definition of caring about me. Never had he raised his voice on me, but I knew better than to trust his fragile kindness. The cold glow in his eyes remained, and the smiles he had often given me betrayed cruelty. I couldn't let my guard down around him. I had to put on my best act, even though his slightest touch filled me with sheer disgust. It terrified me that he became more daring. He enjoyed tracing every bruise on my neck and sh
ALEXI was sitting in my office and trying to focus my eyes on the screen. My current struggle had nothing to do with Ravenford Corporation. I was tracing the old metro plans, hoping to find that one place we had missed.“You shouldn't stay here all night again.” Grayson sighed before grabbing a chair and sitting in front of my desk. “Staring at those plans won't bring her back.”“She is not dead, Grayson,” I hissed.“You don't know that,” he argued but raised his hands in surrender as soon as he met my glare.“I know that because we haven't found her body.” Anger raised the volume of my voice, but that only made Grayson look at me with more pity.“If you're convinced that she's not dead, then why not call off the search inside the tunnels?” His brows rose. “It has been more than a week now. Even if she survived the fall, she must have been injured and lying there alone—”“Shut. The fuck. Up.” The knuckles in my fisted hands bleached.“I don't want to see you torture yourself,” he sai
SARAHI heard myself drawing a breath into my lungs. It was a wheezing sound, and the movement of my chest came with a great deal of pain. Then I heard something else—voices. I couldn't understand what they were saying… It was… Chinese?The realization triggered an alarm that spread throughout my aching body. Fear clung around me tightly, forming a thick, almost material cover, nearly as real as the sheets on my body. Then I heard one voice I recognized. The sound doubled the terror consuming me. Lucius. He and someone else were arguing about… something. Their voices were raised, their edges sharp, their tones cold…I opened my eyes and blinked, trying to adjust my sight, but it remained blurry no matter how hard I tried to focus. I struggled for another few seconds before I could see more clearly. Wherever I was, it looked like an enormous bedroom. The bed I was lying in was double the size I had in my penthouse. A huge window was several feet to the left of the bed, and the palm tre
The outer corridor had been completely annihilated by the explosives, and more than four of our men had lost their lives. Their bloodied bodies lay close enough for some of the guests to see, and the cries and screams became unstoppable in seconds. The alarms went off, and an automated steel shield quickly covered every glass wall. At the same time, the recorded voice announced that the main hall had been secured and separated until the situation was under control. That, of course, didn't lessen the panic devouring almost everyone inside.My eyes shifted to Sarah and Liam. They were still standing on the round podium in the middle of the hall while some of the terrified guests ran in every direction, ineptly trying to find the way out, as if it weren't obvious that they could get shot if they did. Sarah hugged Liam tightly, moving to the center of the dais, trying to stay away from the crowd of panicked people. My first instinct was to get them far away from that podium, but with the
ALEXI was sitting by my desk, rubbing my thumb over my still-swollen knuckles. Well, that's what you get after punching the wall hard enough to stain it with your blood. Let's just say that I hadn't taken the news about Natasha Collins well. Not only did she betray our family—the family she had been working for for years—but she had nearly killed my grandmother. Perhaps it was fortunate that it was Sarah and her bodyguards who exposed her. If it had been me, I would have snapped her neck before I could have willed myself to exhibit reasonable behavior.“I thought you would be celebrating.” Grayson eyed me as he entered my office. “With all the accusations, the Duncans will sure as hell end up in jail.”“They found Marisol Martinez dead this morning. Someone slit her throat,” I said, rubbing my knuckles again as I struggled to contain my rising anger. “It's obvious to think that someone did it to silence her, but I somehow doubt that Gregory Duncan was behind this. Her testimony would
“I still can't believe that I can officially meet with Alex without hiding,” I said softly, holding Eleonor's hand. “Of course, that doesn't mean that everything's OK between us, but I cannot deny that he's trying.” I couldn't stop the smile from parting my lips as I thought of all the roses he had sent to my apartment. I was probably blushing, and Eleonor would have laughed if she had seen me looking like this… I missed her laugh and her remarks. Every day, I prayed that she would finally wake up. My chest tightened at the thought that she might never—No. I couldn't think about it. She was going to wake up. I had to believe she would. I sucked in a shaky breath and cleared my throat. “Anyway,” I continued. “Alex officially announced that he and Jeanette Duncan are no longer engaged. He said that they parted due to insurmountable differences. That, of course, doesn't change the fact that Jeanette is pregnant and that the child is Alex's.” I sighed and brushed a strand of hair off Ele