Gina's POV I clasped my hand over my mouth in an attempt to stop myself from making a sound. Tomorrow night?Usual place?It's not like it mattered to me what he does at his spare time anyways. But I felt so infuriated and hurt gnawed deep down.Well, let's see if he will carry out his plans tomorrow night.I walked back to the living room, wearing the brightest smile and acting like nothing ever happened. “Mrs. Gina, how is everything going? Hope your marriage to Mr. Blackwood is not threatening your peace of mind?” Mr. Jenkins asked, after some minutes of awkward silence.“Not at all. We are coping just fine.” I replied curtly.“If you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here. I was a close friend of your grandfather. I'll be glad to assist you in any way that I can.” He said again.Hmmm. Since he is willing to assist in anyway…“I think I'll need your help with something. I need someone who will help me look into something. Can you refer me to anyone that is good in hacking and st
Gina's POVI took in a deep breath, closed my eyes for a second.The doors split open and I stood. A new surge of confidence overpowered me, then I began to stride inside. Slowly at first, then majestically.“Don't forget Regina; you're the boss here. They are your subjects.” Alex's voice ringed in my ear as I walked on.Bruno and other men walked behind me, with Lawyer Jenkins and Alexander coming behind.Walking up to the stage, I flashed a little smile for the camera. There were so many reporters as expected, taking as many photos as possible.I felt so important and impressed with myself.This is just the beginning, Regina.****When the noise died down, I gave my inaugural speech, one that I have been rehearsing for days.After taking pictures, it was time to go to the fourth floor where the meeting room was. This was where we would have our private meeting with the Board of Directors.Alex and I left first, heading to the elevator.“You did well. I'm impressed. It appears that a
Gina's POV Just before we arrived home, my phone beeped and it was an email from Daya. The young lady that Alex had been in touch with turned out to be “Antoniette Braxton.” Toni.“She is well known as Toni Braxton. I have attached her photos below. She is Alexander Blackwood’s girlfriend. There are several photos of the two of them which I have also attached.” I scanned through the texts, scrolled down to see the photos.She was a young brunette, apparently not more than 25 years old. She had a killer smile and her photos exuded the aura of a ‘sassy girl’.I downloaded the photos and saved them on my phone for evidence sake.*****We pulled up at the house and when we got down from the car, Alex extended his arm for me to hold but I ignored and walked past him.“Are you okay?” He asked, striding beside me.“Yes.”“I know that our displays of affection is meant only for the public eyes to see but at least, holding my hand is not a crime.” “Alex, I really don't wish to argue now. I
Gina's POVI watched him stiffen at my question. I still laid on his body, gently stroking his hair with a permanent smile on my lips.“What…why…what is this all about?” He stammered.“That's not the answer to my question Honey.” I cooed gently,“Gina, I have to get up. This appointment…” he tried to stand up, but I resisted him by pressing him back on the bed.“Relax. We're just having a friendly conversation. Don't try to run. So tell me…”“I don't know who you're talking about.”“I thought you'd say that. So I brought my phone. Thoughtful of me, isn't it?” I smiled brightly at him.“Too bad you had to lie about it. I thought we were supposed to tell each other nothing but the truth.” I said, feigning a frown.“Anyways, I have quite a few photos of the lovely time you spent with her. Care to see? I'll just show it to you.” The whole time I spoke, Alex kept staring at me in disbelief, his eyes widened with shock.I clicked on the photos on my phone gallery and he kept staring at the
Gina's POVSo, after my divorce with Julian, he had the guts to marry my step sister.A knock on the door shook me out of my reverie.“Sweetie, are you alright? You've been in there for quite a while now.” It was Alex.“Yeah, I'm good. I'll join you in a minute.” After cleaning up, I joined them back in the meeting room.“Jenna, I won't be able to meet with that man today, reschedule it for next month. That's when I'll meet with him.” I instructed and I noticed the stares and shifts.“Alright Ma'am. I'll inform him right away.”“Next month? Don't you think it's too far, Ma'am? ” Mr. Thompson asked curiously.“It's not. I have several engagements for the rest of the month.” “This person could be a prospective buyer of our company shares, or maybe he might want to be part of our company funding.” Mr. Thompson protested.“Are we running short of funds?” I asked, turning my gaze to him.“No, we aren't. But then…” “That will be all for now. I don't feel too well. Our meeting is reschedu
Gina's POVI went back to my room feeling a mixture of nervousness and excitement. Today was my first day at Alex's company, and I was eager to make a good impression.As I was finishing up my hair, Alex walked into the room, looking dashing in his tailored suit. "You look stunning, Gina," he said, giving my a kiss on the cheek. "I'm so proud to have you by my side today."I blushed, feeling a flutter in my chest. I was still getting used to the idea of being Alex's wife, but I had to admit, it felt nice to have him by my side. Even though our romantic gestures are not actually real.We headed to the garage, where our driver, James, was waiting for us in the black Range Rover Sport. Alex opened the door for me, and I slid into the passenger seat. Alex got in beside me, and James greeted us with a smile."Good morning, Mr. and Mrs. Blackwood," he said, eyeing my outfit. "You both look lovely today."I smiled, feeling a sense of pride. I was still getting used to being referred to as
Gina's POV Immediately, they dragged Toni out of the room. I could see the look of fear on their faces, at least they won't disobey me.After the noise had calmed down, I unlocked the door to the restroom and Alex stood right in front of me, wearing a very serious frown.“Frown all you want.” I said, walking away.“You locked me inside, Regina.”“Yes.”“Why?” He seethed.“Because I wanted to handle this by myself. Which I did. You have nothing to worry about.” I said with my ever calm voice.“Who was that?”“You have nothing to worry about.” I said again, nonchalantly, rolling my eyes.Alex charged at me, grabbing my wrist fiercely.“If you make me ask one more question, you'll regret it, Regina.” He growled.“You're hurting me, Alex. I could sue you for this. Let go of my hand…now.” I said, making emphasis on the last word.He released my wrist, still glaring into my eyes and I maintained the eye contact.“You think you've become powerful now, just because you're an heiress, right?”
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
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