I took a deep breath, hoping that my hands would finally stop shaking. I wasn't sure where all this anxiety was coming from. This was just another gala. I had attended more than a few during the last five years. But this was different. I didn't have enemies or a target on my back then. I wrapped myself with confidence as if it were a warm blanket, but the fears kept crawling underneath my skin.Breathe in. Breathe out. I put on cream pants and a tailored jacket with a belt at the waist. The fabric of the suit was somewhere in between shiny and matte, slightly glowing each time I stood in the light. It was Eleonor's idea. She said that I looked like an angel—a sexy angel at that. I drew another deep breath as I stared at the cleavage, perfectly exposed in my jacket. Yep, that was the whole sexy element, which, according to Eleonor, should compensate for the lack of bare legs in high heels.Breathe in. Breathe out. I slid my feet into Jimmy Choo's pointed-toe flats—the truly comfortable
ALEXI stared at the screen of my laptop and felt the rage seeping through every pore in my body. My eyes zeroed in on a picture of Hector Morgado standing less than a foot away from Sarah. The picture had been taken the previous night during the charity auction. Sarah had made a teapot, and Lucius Sagan bought it for a million dollars…“Fuck!” I yelled, throwing a half-full glass of whiskey and smashing it against the wall.I shouldn't have let my anger take over. I shouldn't have yelled, knowing that my booming voice could easily burst through the door and that other employees might have heard it. And I definitely shouldn't have been drinking whiskey at eight in the morning. But here I was, losing control after I'd roughly learned what had happened during the auction from the text Grandma sent me.My chest raggedly heaved and fell at the hectic pace for more than a few minutes. This was a fucking nightmare. I left Sarah alone. I kept my distance to save her, not to push her straight
It was close to midnight. I was sitting in my office again and staring at the half-empty decanter. My stomach was utterly filled with coffee and whiskey and lacked a blend of whatever one might call food. I knew that my system would soon protest against it, but right now I didn't give a shit.It was possible that my father had killed someone. I still tried to figure out whether the news shocked me or not. My father had never been a composed type. He had rather acted than talked, and resorting to violence had been something that occurred often. He had changed, though. It happened shortly after my mother died, even though he married Cassandra, which was supposed to give him happiness, he seemed lost…Surely, I couldn't exactly remember all the details of his behavior. I was a kid then. But what I did remember was him becoming more and more distant. As a teenager and later, I had always thought that this change had a lot to do with Father's grief after my mother died, but what if I was w
SARAHThat week had been insane, and not only because Alex's greatest enemy bought the teapot I'd made for a million dollars. Eleonor seemed genuinely terrified as she learned who the buyer was, but for whatever reason Mr. Sagan did what he did, he chose not to reach out to me since then. I was somewhat relieved and grateful for that. I knew little about that man, but from what I heard, I was certain that I didn't want to find myself anywhere close to him.Other than the mysterious promise-slash-threat of meeting Lucius Sagan hanging in the air, Eleonor called my campaign an astonishing success. I had to say that I was even close to agreeing with her words. I had never received more requests from people wanting to hire me… for a lot of money. Some offered an enormous fee just for my expertise, which was simply crazy! Suddenly, for reasons still unclear to me, my name became large, and whatever I touched was instantly marked as something desirable.“This is how it works.” Eleonor chuck
I stood in the hall leading to the ballroom in the Ritz-Carlton Hotel. It was strange showing up here without Eleonor. What was even stranger was that people who passed me by recognized me. Some stopped to say hello, others asked why Eleonor Ravenford wasn't with me. A lump formed in my throat every time their questions dragged my mind back to her bedroom and the way she looked—pale, weak, perhaps even hurting. I was almost certain she didn't tell me the truth about her condition. She was too determined to send me here and meet people, painting a bright smile in front of others. Perhaps she knew that if she'd told me the truth, no force would have dragged me out of the residence. God, I seriously hoped that my suspicions were wrong…Painting my best smile, I dropped the check from the Ravenford Foundation into the fundraising box and let myself be photographed from every possible angle while doing it. Then I answered the questions from the reporters, explaining that Eleonor Ravenford
ALEXThe violent surge of raw, heated anger flooded every ounce of my body. I was ready to jump to that fucking podium, tear that microphone from Jeanette's hands, and shout that she was lying. I didn't notice any symptoms that could indicate that she was pregnant, and there had to be symptoms, right? Besides, the whole pregnancy thing was quite impossible. I had always used a condom, for fuck's sake!“Congratulations, Mr. Ravenford.” David Solesbury, the investor I had been talking with, grabbed my hand and shook it while I still struggled to contain my murderous urges.“Thank you,” I grunted, unsure what else to say until I had a chance to talk to Jeanette. That was, of course, if I didn't end up choking her to death first.Then I realized something else... Sarah. I had caught a glimpse of her earlier. I knew that she must have been in this room. She heard Jeanette's words. Fuck. My heart began to race even faster as the rage I felt blended with slivers of restlessness. My gaze swep
SARAHI walked into the ballroom and instantly wished I hadn't, as I stopped a few feet away from Jeanette, surrounded by a small crowd of people congratulating her. Our eyes met for a second, and a smirk grew on her surgically improved lips. The suffocating feeling from when I talked to Alex returned in an instant. Then my guts twisted, and I figured that it would be a good idea to get out of there before I began to throw up.“Get yourself together,” I whispered to myself as I strode out of the ballroom, entering a long corridor. I didn't know where I was or where I was going. I just needed to be away from all those people. I turned around the corner and finally found what I wanted—quiet.I found a corner where I could be alone, at least for a while. I started pacing in circles, covering the small space, and trying to force my hectic mind to become more organized. As soon as I shoved away everything about Jeanette's pregnancy, thoughts about Eleonor surfaced.“I haven't told Alex,” I
ALEXI hadn't seen Sarah for more than thirty minutes, and I was beginning to worry. Certainly, it was possible that she had left the gala and was going back to the residence, but I had a feeling that wasn't the case. Hector Morgado appeared in my sight two more times. He was talking to Jack Meyer, one of the investors known for being a major dickhead. The second time I saw him, he had a brief chat with the former model, Cecily Griffin, who was currently trying to launch her own model agency. It didn't look like she enjoyed the conversation, judging by the way she stormed out of the ballroom a minute after they were done talking.But I sincerely didn't give a shit whom he was talking to in that ballroom. It was all the moments he disappeared somewhere that worried me. I kept my eyes wide open, trying to spot Lucius somewhere among the crowd, but there was no sign of him. The fucker had rarely shown up in public, so I knew he might not appear at the gala at all, but everything within m
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