Alex's POV“That's absurd, Gina. You can't decide that. I can't even decide that. This marriage is happening whether we like it or not. Nobody is changing the terms.” I protested.“So you think that I'm gonna put up with your stinky attitudes and flirting just because this is an arranged marriage?” “Yes. You will do just that. You know why? It's because you don't even have a choice. Now, leave my room.” I finalized.She glared at me one last time before storming out of the room.Fancy this woman trying to control me. No one tells me what to do. I'll do whatever I want, when I deem it fit.****For the next few days after our last argument, I barely saw Gina at the house. She'd leave for work as early as possible and return in the evening, only to lock herself in her room.We met few times in the dining room or at the garage, where we would whisper greetings and walk pass. We haven't made any public appearance since then, which is relieving.I was getting ready to go to work when Ton
Alex's POV “Yeah, she found out recently. A lot has happened actually. It's just overwhelming sometimes. She even asked me to call it quits with Toni.” I explained.“Woah. It means she is obviously feeling something for you then. Women tend to get jealous when they like someone.” Jude added.“Far from that. She said it was for the sake of her company. Gina is a hard nut to crack. I've been trying to talk to her ever since.”“Think of the best way to resolve this. Remember the saying ‘chase two girls, loose the one’. I'm sure you don't wish to loose Gina. You know what her presence is doing for you.” Dave advised.“That's exactly why I'm confused. After our marriage, my work has been going so well. Several companies have been showing interest in partnering with me, all because I'm connected to Saxton Empire…”“Then enjoy this moment. Savour it, while it lasts. The marriage is for two years, yeah? Make the most of it. That's my advice for you.” Dave concluded.“And you know that she ju
Alex's POV “You sure you want me to stay?” I asked, to confirm that my ears weren't deceiving me.“Yeah, lie down.” She said, tapping on the space beside her.I laid on the bed and slid under the covers with her, making sure she was warm.I pulled her closer to me and kept head on chest as we drifted off to sleep.*****The first streaks of sunlight stirred me to consciousness. I sat up, leaning on the headrest as I watched Gina in her sleep. She was indeed a beauty to behold. Her eyes flickered open drowsily as she yawned and stretched. “Good morning, Princess.” But her facial expression turned sour immediately.“What are you doing here? Did you take advantage of me last night? Is that why you woke up feeling so happy and good?” She questioned, moving to the side thereby creating a distance between the both of us.“What are you talking about? Take advantage of you? I'd never do that, Gina.” I swore.“Then what are you doing here? On my bed? Right next to me?” She asked eyeing the
Gina's POVThree days later…I hurried to the company event centre to see how everything was going. I was hosting the first charity gala since I took over the company.I stood in the grand ballroom, surveying the space with a critical eye. The charity gala was this evening, and I was determined to make it the most talked-about event of the season. As the new CEO of Saxton Empire, I knew that this gala was an opportunity to showcase our company's commitment to philanthropy and community involvement. But I also wanted to make a statement – to prove that I was a force to be reckoned with in the business world.I turned to my event planner, a harried-looking woman named Sarah. "I want this gala to be unforgettable," I told her. "I want people to be talking about it for months to come."Sarah nodded, scribbling notes on her clipboard. "I understand, Mrs. Saxton. We're going to make sure that every detail is perfect. From the décor to the entertainment to the food and drink, we're going
Alex's POVAfter the night's event, we were both famished so we just bade farewells and went to our separate rooms. But then, sleep eluded me. The thought of Toni and Gina filled my head. I can't dispense Toni, at least not yet. At the same time, I can't afford to lose Regina. How do I sort out this issue?“Alex, chase two girls, loose the one.” I ran my hands through my hair in frustration.Toni had been so upset and hurt after what happened the last time and I haven't made time to go and see her.Toni will have to wait. I must win Gina's heart by all means if not I'll appear as a failed man before Jude and the rest of my friends.I must get this done. With a firm resolve, I stepped outside my room to find Lana. I saw her in the hallway, about to retire to her room.“Lana, can I speak with you for a moment?”“Of course, Sir. Let me drop these clothes inside.”“I'll be waiting inside my room.” I walked away briskly back to my room.Two minutes later, there was a soft knock on the
Gina's POVI had just rounded up with the last meeting for the day at Saxton Luxury Homes. I was famished and exhausted, alm I needed at the moment was to go home and rest.The time was almost 4pm. My secretary , Jenna and I were in the elevator, heading to the fourth floor where my office was.“Jenna, what else do I have on my schedule for today?” “Nothing else, Ma'am. Someone sent a gift to you.” Jenna said, hiding a smile.“A gift? Where is it?” I asked curiously “I kept it on your table in the office.” Who could have sent a gift to me? I wasn't expecting anything from anyone.We opened the office door, and I saw the gift.It was a big, colourful bouquet of flowers. Instinctively, I raised the flowers to my nose and the scent was refreshing.“Oh my! Who sent these? The flowers are so beautiful and they smell so sweet.” I exclaimed.“The delivery man didn't say. It was anonymous. I think someone just wanted to surprise you.” “This is so sweet!” My mind began to race on who could
Alex's POVTrust Gina to fuck things up. Always mentioning Toni even when I want this to be just about she and I.I had been in a good mood, imagining what her reaction would be when she sees the flowers and other stuff I did.But she just ruined my own mood.My phone rang and it was Jude. It's been more than a week since we struck the deal. I'm sure he would want to know how far I've gone.“Hey, what's up?” “Alex, the man! How is it going? Hope you're living blissfully now?” “Far from it. We still have our usual squabbles.” I said dejectedly.“That's bad. Have you started gifting her yet?” he asked.“Yes. I got some flowers for her today, delivered them to her workplace but it was an anonymous kind of thing. So she didn't know I was the one. I also bought some personal stuff for her but I think she hasn't seen them.” I narrated.“That's good for a start. Let's wait to know how she'll react to them. If she likes them, you know what to do next.” “How will I know if she likes the stu
Gina's POVThe next morning was on a Saturday, I stretched lazily on the bed. The clock on my bedside table read 8:40 am. Today was a Saturday, so obviously, I'm not going to work.My cheeks went red immediately. I recalled the activities of last night. Alex knows how to make use of his hands, I must say. But then, he got me so upset that I was fuming when I came inside my room last night.I forgive him now. I'm not even meant to be upset because he was only trying to be a gentleman. He didn't want to take me in without my proper permission.I'll have to thank him for this later because if I had fucked him last night, I might be regretting it this morning. Judging from the fact that I don't know if he loves me yet.Do I even love him? Am I beginning to love him or am I just loving how he makes me feel?Meanwhile his gifts were just so beautiful. I love the red color of my new beddings and my night wear. There was a soft knock on my door, just as I removed my gown. I was about to rea
Five years later, the estate is no longer just a retreat. It’s a sanctuary—a living, breathing testament to the resilience of love, family, and legacy. As I stand by the grand oak tree in the heart of Seraphina’s Garden, I can hear the laughter of children echoing through the estate. My daughter is among them, her golden curls bouncing with every step as she runs around with her friends, her infectious giggle carrying on the breeze.Seraphina. The little girl who was born during a storm and who now, in the light of day, flourishes as a beacon of joy and hope. She’s everything I ever dreamed of and more. Every day, she reminds me of the strength I had when I thought I had none. And every day, she teaches me that the future is always worth fighting for.I watch as Alex kneels on the grass, helping her with the butterfly she’s carefully cupping in her hands, showing her how to let it go, how to trust the world outside. His love for her is something more than I ever imagined. A father’s l
Gina's POV There’s something sacred about peace—not just the absence of chaos, but the quiet fullness of a life hard-earned. I used to wonder if I would ever know such a feeling. Now, sitting in the sun-drenched solarium with my daughter giggling in my lap and Alex stretched beside us on the chaise, I know I’ve found it.I’ve found home.And it didn’t come wrapped in the perfect package or with a roadmap. It came in storms and secrets, in compromise and conflict, in tear-streaked nights and breathtaking mornings. It came in the arms of a man I never expected to love. And in the eyes of a child who showed me how to live without fear again.That’s why I decided to write it all down.My story.Our story.At first, it started as therapy. I needed a way to untangle the knots left behind by everything that had happened—the contract marriage, Victor’s threats, the courtroom battles, Evelyn’s truth, and the secrets buried deep within the Saxton legacy. But the more I wrote, the more I realiz
Gina's POV We named her Seraphina.The moment I held her in my arms, I knew there was no other name that could ever fit. She was born from fire and softness, from struggle and grace. And as she blinked up at me with those curious hazel eyes, so much like mine yet startlingly like Alex’s, I felt my heart permanently tether to hers.“Seraphina,” I whispered against her soft cheek, brushing a kiss there. “You’re going to change everything.”****Weeks passed in a blur of midnight feedings, lullabies hummed through tired lips, and soft coos that echoed down the estate’s halls. Alex and I were exhausted, but blissfully so. Our world had narrowed to a singular, perfect focus—her.The estate, once a symbol of looming uncertainty and painful inheritance, had become our sanctuary. But I didn’t want it to be just ours. My grandfather’s name had been dragged through courtrooms and sullied by lies. I wanted something different—a legacy rooted in healing, not conflict.That’s how the idea for the
Gina's POV The nursery smelled like fresh paint and baby powder, soft sunlight streaming through the white lace curtains that fluttered slightly in the breeze. I sat on the rocking chair near the window, my hand resting over my growing belly, which had become more prominent with each passing week. I was just seven months along, and though I felt constantly tired and achy, I also felt an overwhelming sense of love swelling inside me—more than I thought was humanly possible.Alex had just left for a quick meeting with our lawyer to finalize some estate documents. Evelyn was downstairs preparing her herbal tea mix that she claimed would "bring me peace of mind and smooth sleep," and Lana was folding tiny baby clothes in the corner of the room. It was a quiet morning. Too quiet.I shifted in my seat, rubbing my belly as a sharp ache shot up my spine. I winced but brushed it off. Pregnancy was full of strange sensations—this had to be just one of them. But a few minutes later, the ache r
Gina's POV The courtroom was colder than I remembered, its marble walls echoing the low murmurs of conversation, the clicking of heels, the scratching of pens. I wasn’t physically there—I was still confined to my bed—but through the live stream set up on my bedside table, I watched everything unfold.Alex sat at the front beside our lawyer, composed and confident in his tailored navy suit. Beside him, Evelyn, dignified in a modest beige dress, clutched a worn leather folder tightly in her lap. Her hands trembled slightly, but her eyes held the strength of someone ready to face the ghosts of her past.I pulled the blanket tighter around me, my heart pounding. This was it.“Court is now in session,” the bailiff announced.I gripped the edge of my blanket. This wasn’t just about reclaiming the estate anymore. It was about reclaiming the truth—our family’s truth. It was about protecting our baby’s future from a man who had threatened everything we held dear.Victor sat across the room, a
Gina's POV The room was silent except for the steady ticking of the antique grandfather clock that stood tall near the window. I lay in bed, propped up with an array of soft pillows, my hands gently resting on my growing belly. The sun had barely risen, but I hadn’t slept. My mind buzzed with anxiety, thoughts turning in endless circles.Alex had been pacing the hallway since dawn, talking to lawyers and strategists, his voice hushed but urgent. I could feel the weight of our reality pressing down harder with each passing day. The threat Victor posed wasn’t just legal anymore—it was dangerous, personal. And with each letter from Evelyn, each scrap of evidence we uncovered, the stakes only grew.I had never imagined a world where my family’s legacy could turn into a battlefield, or where protecting my unborn child would mean playing dangerous games of deception and strategy.When Alex finally stepped into the bedroom, his face was pale but determined. His suit was pressed, his tie per
Gina’s POV The morning sunlight filtered gently through the gauzy curtains, wrapping the living room in a soft golden glow. The sound of waves crashing against the distant shoreline was like a lullaby to my anxious heart, and for the first time in days, I allowed myself to relax. I stretched slightly on the couch, my swollen belly cradled by pillows, and let my eyes drift lazily across the pages of the book I was reading.Lana sat just behind me, carefully running a wide-tooth comb through my tangled hair. She was gentle—always had been. Her hands worked through the knots in slow, practiced strokes, humming quietly as she did so. It reminded me of childhood days, when my mother would brush my hair and talk softly about her dreams and regrets. It brought a strange sense of comfort, even amidst the chaos of recent events.“Lana,” I murmured, closing my book and glancing over my shoulder, “would you mind getting me a glass of water?”“Of course,” she replied warmly, setting the comb dow
Alex's POV The courthouse smelled of polished wood, nerves, and freshly brewed coffee. A place where truth was supposed to hold weight—but truth, I’ve learned, is fragile in the face of men like Victor Wells.The judge’s voice echoed in the courtroom as the proceedings began, stern and unwavering. I sat at the front bench beside our attorney, Mr. Langdon, a seasoned man with sharp eyes and a mind like steel. Beside Victor, his legal team looked smug—too smug for someone who hadn’t even seen the real documentation yet.Gina should’ve been here with me. She would’ve sat tall and poised, even in fear. But the doctor’s orders had been clear: strict bed rest. No exceptions. Not when her life and our baby’s were on the line.Just the thought of her curled up at home in bed while this circus played out made my jaw tighten. I was here not just as a husband—but as her voice, her shield, her sword.Victor looked every bit the conman he was, wrapped in a tailored gray suit and arrogance. He sat
Gina's POV “He claims to be Martin’s son,” Evelyn said. “My grandson. Your cousin, Gina.”The room tilted slightly.“Claims? You're not sure?” Alex asked, cutting in.“That’s why he’s claiming the estate,” I said slowly. “Because he believes it’s rightfully his.”“Yes. But he doesn’t know the full truth. He doesn’t know what Wilson planned. And he certainly doesn’t know that I kept every letter. Every piece of proof.”“And yes, I'm not sure”, Evelyn continued, throwing us into further confusion.My son, Martin, never told me about his son. I know he had a child some years back but I never met him. Surprisingly, this Victor Wells, has the resemblance of Martin. I suggest you carry out a DNA test to be sure if he's from our lineage. That will give you all the answers that you need, because if he isn't, a court case wouldn't be necessary.’She slid a box across the table toward me. “It’s all here. Letters, photographs, even legal documents Wilson sent me but never filed. They’ll be enou