Gina's POV The sun had barely begun to rise when I woke up, stretching lazily as a sense of renewal washed over me. Today was the day I returned to Saxton Empire, and I was more than ready. After days of being confined at home, I was eager to reclaim my authority, to remind everyone that Gina Saxton was back and stronger than ever.As I swung my legs over the bed, a gentle knock came at the door before Lana stepped inside, a bright smile on her face."Good morning, ma’am. How are you feeling today?" she asked, already heading toward the closet to pick out my outfit.I exhaled deeply, rolling my shoulders. "Much better, Lana. Today is going to be a good day. I can feel it. Please prepare my bathwater. I need to get to work on time today.”She nodded approvingly and moved to draw my bath. "Let’s make sure you look the part then. We have to remind everyone exactly who you are."I chuckled, appreciating her enthusiasm. As I sank into the warm bath, I let the water soothe my muscles. The
Gina's POV As the elevator doors slid open, Alex and ystepped out into the executive floor of Saxton Empire. The luxurious, modern interior gleamed under the soft lighting, reflecting my stature and the empire I had built. Employees I passed by nodded respectfully, murmuring, "Welcome back, Madam Gina."I walked with confidence, my heels clicking rhythmically against the polished floor. Alex walked beside me, his presence solid and reassuring. As we approached my office, Jenna hurried ahead and opened the doors, revealing a perfectly maintained space. My desk was tidy, fresh flowers adorned the corner, and a few congratulatory cards from senior employees rested beside my laptop. It was evident that I had been deeply missed.I turned to Jenna, smiling warmly. "Thank you for holding things down while I was gone. I truly appreciate your dedication."Jenna beamed. "Of course, ma’am. Everyone is happy to have you back. It hasn't been the same without you."I nodded and stepped inside, fee
Alex's POV “Alex just hold on! I'm not done with this conversation yet. Why have you decided to treat me like a stranger? Forgetting everything we shared?”I turned around, “what else have you got to say?” I clenched my fists as I stared at Toni, my patience wearing thin. She was upset, her voice rising in frustration. "Why are you so smitten by Gina? What does she have that I don’t?" she demanded, crossing her arms over her barely-there dress.I scoffed. "Everything, Toni. She has everything you never did—loyalty, honesty, and a heart that isn’t fueled by selfishness and deceit."Her eyes darkened with fury, and in her frustration, she spat, "You worship her like she's a Queen. Just because you need her company name and wealth. If I had known it would come to this, I should have asked Elena to end her life instead."The room went silent. My heart stopped for a moment as I processed what she had just said. Toni’s eyes widened in horror as she realized her mistake, her hand flying to
Alex's POV As rage coursed through my veins, I didn’t think—I simply acted. I stormed out of the suite, my fists clenched so tightly that my knuckles turned white. The revelation that Julian was Antoniette’s cousin and had been working with her to harm Gina made my blood boil.I drove recklessly through the city streets, barely registering the honking horns and blaring sirens that followed my aggressive maneuvers. My destination was clear—Julian’s pathetic excuse for a company. The building was a rundown establishment, an insult to the word ‘business.’ He had once been a man of means, but his greed and poor decisions had left him with nothing but a crumbling office and a tattered reputation.Without hesitation, I shoved the glass doors open and stormed inside. The receptionist at the front desk gasped, but I ignored her, heading straight for Julian’s office. A few employees peeked out of their cubicles, startled by my abrupt entrance, but no one dared to stop me. They must have seen
Julian's POV After Alex stormed out of my office, I sat there, frozen. My jaw ached from his punches, but the physical pain was nothing compared to the storm of emotions raging inside me. Shame, regret, and guilt clawed at my chest, making it hard to breathe.I leaned back in my chair, staring at the ceiling as memories flooded my mind. Memories of Gina. Of how I had treated her when we were married. How I had cheated on her with Lily, her own stepsister, and shattered her heart without a second thought. Even after she suffered a miscarriage—our child, lost forever—I still went ahead and divorced her, as if she were nothing. And now, here I was, plotting her murder like a heartless monster. What kind of man had I become?A bitter laugh escaped my lips. No, I wasn’t a man. I was worse than the devil himself.Before I realized it, tears streamed down my face. I didn't deserve forgiveness. Not from Gina, not from anyone. I buried my face in my hands, shoulders trembling as silent sobs w
Gina's POV It was almost 2pm in my office. I had been busy all day, buried with a lot of work to do. I hadn't even stepped out one bit.There was a knock on my door and Jenna peeked in, “Ma'am, some people are here to see you.” Oh…ever since I came back from the hospital, I have been receiving gifts and visitations etc. Well, what difference can this one make? “Who are they exactly?” I asked.“Two women. One elderly, one younger. They don't look too good though” she answered.The moment Jenna informed me that two women were waiting outside my office to see me, I had a feeling I already knew who they were. When she uttered their names, my suspicion was confirmed. Lily and Monica.I adjusted my posture, crossing one leg over the other, and let out a deep sigh. "Let them in."Jenna nodded and left, and within moments, the door creaked open. As soon as Lily stepped in, she collapsed to her knees, her body racking with sobs. Monica followed behind her, silent and stiff, her face unreada
Gina's POV I leaned back in my chair, a slow, satisfied smile curling my lips. The time had come to strike the final blows. I had been patient, too patient, but now it was time to make them pay. Every single one of them. "Jenna," I called, my voice firm yet calm. She appeared in my office almost immediately, her eyes sharp with anticipation. "Yes, ma'am?" "Go and get Mike for me," I instructed. "I need his expertise." Jenna nodded and quickly exited. I tapped my nails against the polished desk, my mind racing with all the ways I planned to bring Julian to his knees. He had wronged me for too long—cheated, betrayed, and tried to kill me. But now? Now I held all the power. A few minutes later, Jenna returned, followed by Mike, the company’s best IT specialist. He was a genius when it came to cyber operations, a skilled hacker with an impressive track record. "You called for me, ma'am?" Mike asked, his expression serious. "Yes, have a seat," I said, gesturing to the chair
Gina's POV The time was almost 10pm. I had closed from work and now, I have one thing left before I can retire for the day. Yeah, call me wicked, but I love having my revengeAfterall, everyone gets what they deserve.The evening air was thick with the promise of a storm, but I felt nothing but satisfaction as I pulled up in front of the police station. The street lights flickered above, casting elongated shadows as I stepped out of my car and walked toward the entrance. My heels clicked against the pavement, the sound sharp and unwavering—just like my resolve. Inside, the station bustled with activity. Officers moved from desk to desk, filing reports, answering calls, and booking criminals. The scent of stale coffee and ink filled the air, but I ignored it, heading straight to the front desk where a tired-looking officer sat, skimming through some documents. He looked up, his gaze assessing. “How can I help you?” “I’d like to press charges,” I said, my voice firm. His brow l
Gina's POV I couldn’t stop hugging Alex. Over and over again, I threw my arms around his neck, pressing myself against him as if I could somehow merge our souls together. My heart swelled with so much love and happiness that I thought I might burst. “I can’t believe this,” I whispered against his chest, inhaling his scent—warm, musky, and familiar. “I just… I never thought we’d get here.” Alex pulled back slightly, his hands cupping my face. His thumb traced the corner of my lips, and his deep blue eyes shimmered with affection. “Believe it, Gina. Because from now on, we’re together—*truly* together.” A fresh wave of emotion washed over me, but before I could say anything, Alex suddenly grinned. “We need to celebrate.” I raised an eyebrow. “Aren’t we already?” He chuckled, stepping away to retrieve a sleek black case from a nearby table. When he turned back around, he held up a bottle of champagne, its golden liquid glistening under the soft candlelight. I gasped. “You
Gina's POV The drive to the estate was nothing short of magical. With the countryside stretching out before us, golden fields bathed in sunlight and rolling hills fading into the horizon, I felt a sense of peace I hadn’t experienced in a long time. Alex had one hand on the wheel, his other hand reaching over to gently intertwine his fingers with mine. Every so often, he would glance at me, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he cracked one joke after another. I couldn’t stop laughing. “Okay, okay, stop! My cheeks are hurting,” I giggled, swatting at his arm playfully. “You love my jokes,” he smirked. I rolled my eyes but couldn’t deny it. He had a way of making me laugh so effortlessly, even when I least expected it. As the radio played a soft tune, Alex suddenly turned up the volume and grinned at me. “Come on, let’s sing!” I raised an eyebrow. “You *know* I can’t sing.” “That’s the fun part!” he teased. And just like that, we both burst into song, completely out o
Gina's POV The next afternoon, as I sat in the living room, sipping tea and flipping through a book, Alex walked in with a mischievous smile. "We’re leaving tomorrow," he announced. I raised a brow, setting my book aside. "Leaving? Where to?" "The estate," he said, walking over to sit beside me. He took my hand in his, gently rubbing circles against my palm. "I figured we could spend some time there alone, just the two of us. Consider it a romantic getaway." A rush of excitement flooded through me. I hadn’t even stepped foot in my grandfather’s estate yet, and now, Alex wanted to take me there for a whole week? "A vacation?" I beamed. He nodded. "Just you and me." I nearly squealed, throwing my arms around him. "That sounds amazing!" His deep chuckle vibrated against my chest as he hugged me back. As soon as I pulled away, I called for Lana. "We have to start packing!" ### **Packing for the Trip** Lana followed me upstairs, and as soon as we reached my room, I s
Gina's POV Ever since I returned from the hospital, Alex had been treating me like a delicate piece of glass. He barely let me lift a finger, always making sure I had everything I needed before I could even ask. At first, I appreciated his attentiveness, but after a while, it started to feel overwhelming. "Alex, I can do it myself," I protested one morning when he tried to help me put on my slippers. He ignored my complaint, slipping them onto my feet with ease. "You’re pregnant, Gina. You shouldn’t have to worry about anything." I rolled my eyes. "I’m not an invalid. I can still function, you know." He smirked but didn’t argue, simply brushing a kiss against my forehead before heading to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. This had been my life for the past few weeks—Alex doting on me as if I were royalty. I won’t lie; it felt good to be cared for, to be loved in a way I had never truly experienced before. But at the same time, it terrified me. Was he doing this because he
Gina's POV The air inside the car felt heavy as Alex and I rode home from the hospital. My hands rested gently over my stomach, still trying to grasp the reality of the life growing inside me. I should have been happy. This was supposed to be a moment of joy, of hope. Yet, deep inside, I felt something else—something dark, uncertain. The doctor had given me strict instructions—what to eat, what to avoid, when to come in for checkups. She had been reassuring, telling me that everything looked fine, that I was healthy. But none of it eased the fear that gnawed at my chest. Alex glanced at me as he drove. “You’ve been quiet,” he noted softly. I forced a small smile. “Just tired.” He reached for my hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “We’ll get through this together.” I nodded but said nothing. When we arrived home, Lana was already waiting for us. Her eyes lit up with excitement as she rushed toward me. “Oh my God, Gina! I just heard!” she exclaimed, pulling me into a hug. “
Gina's POV As Alex and I stepped out of the courthouse, the blinding flashes of cameras assaulted my eyes. The air buzzed with urgency as reporters pushed microphones in our faces, bombarding us with an endless stream of questions. “Miss Saxton, how do you feel about the verdict?” “Do you think justice was truly served today?” “What are your plans for Julian’s company now that it’s been shut down?” "How do you feel about your family members being imprisoned?""What was your reaction when you found out that your sister was with your husband?"Their voices blurred together, a chaotic mixture of curiosity, speculation, and sensationalism. I kept my face expressionless, my lips pressed into a firm line as I walked forward. I had no interest in feeding the media frenzy. Alex, ever the protective force beside me, placed a firm hand on my lower back, guiding me through the throng of reporters. He shot a glare at one particularly aggressive journalist who tried to block our path.
Gina's POV Today was the day. I had waited for this moment for so long that it almost felt surreal. As I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, my mind replayed everything that had led up to this. The betrayals, the suffering, the fight for justice—it all came down to this one day. But before I could dwell too much on it, a wave of nausea hit me suddenly and violently. My stomach churned, and I barely had time to rush to the bathroom before I was kneeling over the toilet, vomiting. I gripped the sink afterward, breathing heavily as I wiped my mouth. What was that? I wasn’t sick. I wasn’t even nervous, not really. So why did my body react like this? A soft knock on the bathroom door made me turn. Lana, my personal assistant, peeked in, her face etched with concern. “Gina? Are you okay?” she asked, stepping closer. I forced a small smile. “I’m fine. Probably just the stress.” Lana didn’t look convinced, but she didn’t push further. Instead, she helped me freshen up befor
Gina's POV #Gina's Triumph The night was ours. After months of battles, betrayals, and carefully orchestrated revenge, Alex and I finally had the victory we deserved. As we drove home, the cool night breeze drifted through the car windows, carrying with it the scent of the city—fresh rain on asphalt, the distant aroma of food vendors closing shop, and the faint trace of the ocean in the distance. I let my head rest against the window, a slow smirk playing on my lips as I replayed the look of horror on Julian, Lily, Monica, and Antoinette’s faces when the police took them away. Justice. Finally. Alex reached over and placed a hand on my thigh, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “You did it, Gina,” he murmured. “You got your revenge.” I turned to face him, my heart swelling with gratitude. “*We* did it.” He chuckled. “Damn right we did. Now let’s celebrate.” Stopping by a liquor store, we grabbed several bottles of expensive wine and whiskey. Tonight wasn’t about drinking in
Gina's POV The time was almost 10pm. I had closed from work and now, I have one thing left before I can retire for the day. Yeah, call me wicked, but I love having my revengeAfterall, everyone gets what they deserve.The evening air was thick with the promise of a storm, but I felt nothing but satisfaction as I pulled up in front of the police station. The street lights flickered above, casting elongated shadows as I stepped out of my car and walked toward the entrance. My heels clicked against the pavement, the sound sharp and unwavering—just like my resolve. Inside, the station bustled with activity. Officers moved from desk to desk, filing reports, answering calls, and booking criminals. The scent of stale coffee and ink filled the air, but I ignored it, heading straight to the front desk where a tired-looking officer sat, skimming through some documents. He looked up, his gaze assessing. “How can I help you?” “I’d like to press charges,” I said, my voice firm. His brow l