Gina's POVBy the time Elena arrived, I was dressed in a sleek black dress, my hair cascading down in soft waves. I had applied just enough makeup to highlight my best features—sharp cheekbones, full lips, piercing eyes. When I opened the door, Elena stepped inside cautiously, as she always did. She was dressed casually—jeans and a fitted top, her dark hair pulled into a ponytail. Her expression was neutral, but I could see the curiosity flickering in her eyes. “How is everything going at the house? I suppose Lily is getting better?” I asked, relaxing on the couch.“Yeah, she is becoming more lively. Julian hardly comes home these days. He stays out late more often ever since Monica came around.” “That's good. Let's get straight to the point then.”I placed my glass down and leaned forward slightly. “Lily and Julian are falling apart,” I said. “Monica made sure of that. But we need to make sure it stays that way.” Elena tilted her head. “And how do you plan to do that?”
Lily's POVThe house felt quieter after my mother left. At first, I thought I would feel relieved, free from her constant interference and overbearing concern. But instead, I felt… empty. I had spent days trying to pull myself together, forcing myself to move forward, to heal from the trauma of my miscarriage. Some mornings were easier than others. Some nights, I would wake up feeling like there was a weight pressing down on my chest, the memories of what I lost creeping into my dreams like shadows. I tried to remind myself that I wasn’t alone. I had Julian. Or at least, I used to. Since the miscarriage, since my mother’s warnings, he had barely spoken to me. He walked past me in the halls without a word, never meeting my eyes. If I greeted him, he would respond with the shortest reply possible—if he responded at all. At first, I told myself he was just grieving in his own way. That he was hurting too, and he needed time. But as the days stretched into more days, it became
Lily's POVThe morning light crept through the curtains, spilling into my bedroom, but there was no warmth in it. It was another cold morning, both outside and inside my heart. I had barely slept. The night before kept replaying in my head—Julian walking away, his voice sharp with frustration, the coldness in his eyes. But today would be different. I wouldn’t let things continue this way. I had spent so much time wallowing in my own grief, in my own pain, that I had shut Julian out, too. Maybe that was why he was acting like this—why he was distancing himself. I needed to fix this. Pushing aside my hesitation, I got out of bed and walked straight to Julian’s room. The door was closed, and for a moment, I hesitated. But then I took a deep breath and knocked lightly before pushing it open. Julian was still in bed, his back turned to me. "Julian," I called softly, stepping inside. He didn’t move. I walked closer and reached out, gently placing a hand on his should
Lily's POVThe silence in the house was suffocating. After Julian left for work that morning, I sat in the living room, staring blankly at nothing, my mind replaying our fight from earlier. The words we threw at each other still stung like open wounds. "Your mother is an old witch.""At least she cares about me!""I don’t think we can fix this."I had come to him with an apology, with an attempt to fix the damage, but instead, we had made it worse. I buried my face in my hands, my body trembling. Tears welled in my eyes again, and this time, I didn’t bother holding them back. I let them fall, let them soak into my skin, let them pour out all the frustration, the pain, the heartbreak I had been holding in for too long. Julian had once been my safe place, my home, my partner. Now, he felt like a stranger. And the worst part? I didn’t know if I could ever bring him back. Is this how Gina felt when she was married to him?The day dragged on, each minute feeling heavier t
Gina's POVI was in the kitchen frying some eggs when Alex walked in. The time was still five forty-five in the morning. I didn't expect him to be up by this time. Alex has never been an early riser.“See who's awake by now?” I said when he bent over and kissed my neck.“Morning, Babe. I had to wake up early because I have a lot to do at work. Is breakfast ready yet?”“About to be. Let me jus finish up with these eggs. Go on and freshen up, I'll join you later.” I said.Thirty minutes later, we were at the dining table, munching away. “I'm done, My love. Have a nice day ahead. I'll call you during the day.” We kissed briefly before he left.After we finished eating, Lana cleared up the plates and proceeded to do the dishes. Lana just returned from her break yesterday, after two weeks.I stepped out of the bathroom after having a quick shower when Lana came in.“There is someone in the living room, Ma'am. She is here to see Mr. Alexander” “Alexander? My husband?” I asked, in surprise
Gina's POV Getting back to my room, I dialed Alex's and he picked up at the first ring.“Why didn't you tell me that your sister would be coming?” I blurted out,“Which of my sisters?” He asked, his voice a bit higher than usual.“Which of them did you plan to visit you? So you knew that your sister would be coming and you didn't deem it fit to inform me before hand? Well, for your information…” I was about to tell him of my intention to keep his sister outside but he cut me off.“Hey, can you be calm? At least, hear me out. I didn't know that she would be coming.” “Really? You want me to believe that? How then did she know your home address?” I asked.“I told her. I mean, she asked about it. But I didn't know that she had plansof visiting. Besides, which of my sisters are you talking about? Can you describe her?” “Average in height, has blue eyes, rude, witty and blonde hair with a sharp tongue.” I described.Alex let out a low chuckle, “oh, that must be Anna. She's always like th
Elena's POVI found myself pressed against the cold wall, my ear straining to catch every word spilling from the room. Julian and Lily were arguing again, their voices sharp and raw, cutting through the silence of the hallway like a blade. I had expected it, of course. It was only a matter of time before Lily realized the truth—before she saw Julian for what he really was. The perfect, doting husband act wouldn’t last forever. Not when it was built on nothing but greed and obligation. I smirked to myself as I listened. "You only care about me because of my father's will!" Lily's voice cracked, filled with frustration and pain. I could practically see Julian standing there, his jaw tight, his fists clenched at his sides. He would never admit it outright, but we all knew the truth. And poor, sweet Lily—so naive. So desperate to believe in love. Foolish girl. I was so caught up in my thoughts that I didn’t hear the argument dying down. I didn’t hear Julian moving toward t
Elena's POVI stood outside the living room door, my heart hammering against my ribcage as I counted down the seconds in my head. Gina had said the drug would take about thirty minutes to work, but I waited an extra ten, just to be sure. I couldn’t afford for this plan to fail. Not when I was this close to proving what kind of man Julian really was. The tray of biscuits trembled slightly in my hands, but it wasn’t nerves—I knew exactly what I was doing. I had planned this down to the last detail. Taking a deep breath, I turned to the maid standing beside me. She was young, barely older than me, with soft brown eyes and a naïve, eager smile. “Do you remember what we discussed?” I asked her in a low voice. She nodded, her lips curving up slightly in amusement. “Of course, miss.” I glanced toward the living room where Julian sat, flipping lazily through his phone, oblivious to what was about to happen. Then, I caught the maid’s gaze again and gave her a subtle nod. That was he
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