Alex's POV8pm that nightWhen I pulled up at Jude's new house, the mansion was in a totally different shape.The whole place was buzzing with people of different calibre. I and Gina walked in hand-in-hand and I located Jude immediately.He was at a round table with Toby, Dave and Collins. “The married man is here!” Collins exclaimed.“Welcome to my new home.” Jude said, spreading his arms.“Guys, meet my wife, Gina. Sweetheart, meet my friends. This is Jude, Toby, Dave and Collins.” I said by way of introduction.“Nice to meet you all. Sir Jude, your home is beautiful and welcoming. Thank you for having us.” She said, flashing a very bright smile.“Babe, I'll go and get a drink for myself. Have fun with your friends.” She whispered and winked at me before turning to leave. I pecked her lips softly before she left. When I turned back to my friends they were all laughing.“I can someone is in love. How beautiful.” Toby said.“It's obvious that our plan worked. Look how you were stari
Alex's POV“Stay away from me, my company and my wife.” I threatened.“Speaking of which, where is she? That golddigger?” Toni said, batting her eyelashes in a frantic search for Gina.I surged towards Toni, grabbed her jaw forcefully and pressed my fingers into her face.“Don't ever insult my wife or call her names.” She gave me a death stare, and I must confess that I've never seen Toni looking so serious.“You’re standing up to her now, right? You're defending her. You even want to injure me because of her. Why? Someone that just walked into your life few weeks ago.” She shouted, her shrill voice echoing on the walls of the room.“She brought me peace! She is my peace of mind. She makes me happy and when I'm with her, I'm worry almost about nothing. But you cause me nothing else but trouble. Stay away from me, Toni.” I warned.Four hefty men, clad in black suits and ties walked into the room and grabbed Toni. “Ma'am, you're not needed here any longer. Please leave.” One of them sa
Gina's POVThroughout last night, I tossed and turned on the bed, unable to sleep. I couldn't get the thoughts of the night's event from my head.When would Alex start being straightforward? He said he called things off with Toni, then why? Why would she be looking for him at his friends’ party? For her to be there, means that she was even invited.I wanted to storm into his room and ask him for explanations but I had to hold myself because my head was aching badly. Besides, what is the use?He won't change anyways. He obviously can't let go of her. It's all my fault for falling in love yet again with a cheat and a liar.It hurt so much that I wept bitterly. It felt as though my life was destined to be this way. Tonight's event, reopened fresh wounds and left me bleeding.It appears that the best thing for me to do is to avoid him completely for the mean time.I slept off, with tears in my eyes and sorrow in my heart.Next morning, when I woke up, my eyes were swollen with dark circle
Gina's POV“I'll just go outside and get something. I'll be back in thirty minutes. He should be done by then, right?” “Yes ma'am. I suppose.” I turned around and pressed the elevator button to take me back to the last floor. Getting to my car, I slid in and wound up the tinted glasses so that no one would know that I was inside. I waited for more than ten minutes before I saw him. Julian was carrying a small suitcase with his creased suit. I haven't even seen him in person ever since our divorce.Seeing him now brought back ugly memories from the past. He looked a bit older than he was some months ago when I last saw him.He walked past my car and I watched his every move from my tinted glass. He now drove in a Toyota Camry car or it appears he's now running short of funds. Interesting.For the next two minutes, he was struggling with his car engine. His car engine took ages to come back to life. I couldn't help but laugh at his wretched vehicle.I waited patiently for him to dr
Julian's POVI got home after hours of waiting in the traffic. I was famished, and the only thing I needed was good food and sleep.I had gone to see the manager of Blackwood Industries for financial aid. I was already running short of funds in my business. My store was already on the brink of crumbling.Not to think of the fact that Lily is four weeks pregnant, an extra mouth to feed. Ever since things stated going badly in my finances, I have lost my sources of happiness.As I parket my rickety vehicle at the driveway, my mind drifted back to my ex-wife, Gina. If she was still my wife, I wonder if things would be any different.I wonder how she is faring now. Maybe she must have relocated because I have not seen her nor heard anything about her ever since our divorce, two months ago.The previous week, I had gone to Saxton Empire to seek an audience with the company manager but I was denied. Back when Mr. Wilson Saxton was alive as the Chairman, I had intended to run to him for fina
Chapter 31Julian's POVI woke up the next morning, feeling so drained and unwilling to get up. I had slept on an empty stomach because Lily refused to make dinner. She bought some food and ate alone in her room. At this point in my life, the only thing I need is money, lots of it.If Gina was here with me, at least she would offer emotional support. She wouldn't make me worry about it so much.I remembered back then when we were still courting, I had lost my job where I worked as a computer operator.I was so despondent because that was my only source of income. Gina stayed in my house for weeks, paying our bills, catering for our meals out of her own purse. There and then, I decided I was going to spend my life with her. She was so lovely and kind, never raised her voice at me. So many good things I remembered about Gina left me teary.Tears welled up in my eyes as I thought of how I had betrayed her. What was I even thinking? She must hate me so much now. She must think I'm a dev
Julian's POV“Just that? Is that why you are going to pay me any amount of money?” I was visibly bewildered. I was expecting her to ask for a bigger favor, not some stupid relationship issue.“It's not as simple as you think it is. The lady in question is wealthy even wealthier than I and my boyfriend put together. I believe she has the right connections too that will give her power.” She explained.“Well, that shouldn't be difficult. Besides, you have a lot of money, you've got the body and looks, why will you chasing a man desperately? Can't you just choose someone else?” I suggested but she glared at me.“No one else can fit into my life if not him. I love him with everything I have amd I'm not letting go of him, even if he is now married to someone else.” She said firmly.“He's even married? This doesn't make sense to me. I'm sure there are thousands of guys out there that will give up the world to have you.” I said.“It doesn't have to make sense to you, Julian. Just do as I say.
Gina's POVI sent for Lana and she came into my room seconds later. “Lana, I need your help with something very urgent.” I was still thinking of how best to carry out my plans. They said two heads are better than one, right?“Anything I can help with, Ma'am.” She replied, our eyes locking together.“I want to send someone to Julian. She'll offer all the help that I’ll need in bringing Julian and Lily to justice. Recommend someone.” I said.“You mean you need someone to act like a spy in their house?” She asked. Sensing the excitement in her voice, I rose from my seat and walked over to her.“Exactly! I haven't forgotten what they did to me. I plan to deal with them in ways they can't even imagine. I have been waiting patiently for moments like this.” I replied.“I thought you removed the idea of revenge from your mind. Oh, please, allow me to go! I'll kill that Lily with my bare hands.” Lana said firmly,“No, not you. You're very much useful to me here. I can't allow you to go there.
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