Gina’s POVThe phone pressed against my ear, I paced the length of my office, my heels clicking against the marble floor. "Just stay put, Elena," I hissed, glancing toward the door. "I need time to figure out our next move. We can’t afford another slip-up." Elena sighed on the other end. "We should've taken care of her the moment she walked back into his life." I pinched the bridge of my nose. "I know that," I snapped. "But we need a smarter approach. Monica’s in the way, and Julian… he’s unpredictable when it comes to Lily. If we move too soon, we risk everything." A beat of silence stretched between us before Elena muttered, "Fine. But hurry up"The moment I hung up the call with Elena, I let out a sigh, tapping my nails against the desk. The wheels in my mind were already turning, formulating the next step. Julian, Lily, Monica—none of them would see what was coming. I would make sure of that. But just as I leaned back in my chair, I felt a presence behind me. My body tense
Gina’s POVThe moment Alex stormed out, the walls of my world caved in around me. I collapsed onto the bed, my body curling in on itself as an unexpected wave of emotion crashed over me. My chest tightened, and before I could stop it, a sob ripped through my throat. Hot tears spilled down my cheeks, soaking the silk sheets beneath me. He didn’t understand. No one understood. Alex thought I was bitter. He thought this was some petty attempt to hold onto a past that was already lost. He thought I was just another scorned woman who couldn’t move on. But he was wrong.This wasn’t about bitterness. This wasn’t about love. This was about justice.I pressed my face into my hands, my nails digging into my skin as I let the memories claw their way to the surface—the memories I had buried so deep I had almost convinced myself they no longer had power over me. But they did. They always did. I had once loved Julian with every piece of my soul. I had once believed he was my forever,
Lily's POVI was in the garden tending to the overgrown flowers that had been carefully arranged by me some weeks back, when I heard some footsteps and felt a presence behind me.I picked a particular daffodil, held it up to my nostrils and smiled in satisfaction. The scent of fresh flowers is always refreshing.I needed to pick some fresh flowers for my room, just to rearrange and give it a new look.It's been two days since Elena left to take care of her mother and I haven't heard from her ever since. I just hope she is well and fine.Julian must have been the one that stepped into the garden. Thinking of him, standing there, watching me attend to my little plants brought another smile to lips.“Ma'am, I'm sorry to interrupt you.” A voice said from behind, breaking me out of my reverie.“Oh,” I turned to see Carla, one of the maids standing right behind me, with her hands in front of her. Her fingers were trembling and from the way she folded them at intervals, she made it obvious t
Lily's POVI was visibly shocked at the revelation. It seems there are many other things that I'm not aware of.“Yes Ma'am. I thought Elena would tell you but it seems your mum wanted her visit to be kept secret.” Carla said.I nodded in acknowledgement, taking in everything in good faith in as much as anger lurked in my stomach.“So, what else do I need to know about her visit? Aside asking about Elena, did she ask anything else?” I queried.“Nothing else. She only asked me to keep an eye on Elena. She dismissed me afterwards, so I didn't know when she left eventually.” “Have you been doing as she said ever since then? And she really didn't give you a reason for her suspicions?” It didn't make sense that my mum would suddenly be suspicious of Elena.The last time she visited, she made it quite obvious that she doesn't like Elena, but I thought that everything died down after going to the hospital that day.Well, she probably has some doubts left. But she would have asked me directly
Lily's POVI dismissed Carla with a wave of my hand, still fuming. My head pounded from the frustration of dealing with Julian’s indifference. How could he be so casual about this? I stormed into our bedroom, slamming the door behind me. But instead of pacing around in anger like I usually did, I forced myself to sit on the edge of the bed and take a deep breath. I’ll wait. Julian wanted to enjoy his dinner? Fine. Let him. But once he was done, he *would* listen to me. So I sat there, arms crossed, counting the minutes. After what felt like an eternity, I heard the sound of his chair scraping against the floor, then footsteps heading toward the living room. I followed. And when I walked in, there he was—lying comfortably on the couch, his legs stretched out, a beer bottle in one hand, eyes fixed on the damn TV. Football. Of course, it was football. I inhaled sharply, willing myself to stay calm. I walked up to him, standing directly in his line of vision, but h
Lily's POVI paced the sitting room, my arms crossed over my chest, my nerves on edge. Julian sat on the couch, watching his football game like there wasn’t something urgent at stake. His calmness only fueled my frustration. "Lily, come sit down," Julian said, glancing at me briefly before returning his attention to the screen. “She’ll be here soon,” he said lazily from the couch, his eyes glued to the screen. I shot him an annoyed look. "How can you be so relaxed? This is important!" "I'm not relaxed. I'm waiting—like you should be." "You don’t understand how urgent this feels." Julian sighed, muting the TV. "I do, but pacing won’t make Monica arrive any faster." Julian leaned back, stretching his arms behind his head. "It’s your mom we’re talking about. She does things at her own pace." I shot him a glare. "That’s the problem." I ignored him and continued walking back and forth, my thoughts a jumbled mess. Where was she? She said she’d be here an hour ago. Another
Julian’s POVMonica leaned back against the couch, arms crossed, her expression dark with satisfaction. “It’s the only way,” she muttered. “Elena’s caused enough damage. We need to make sure she doesn’t get another chance.” Lily sat beside me, her fingers curling into the fabric of her jeans. She hadn’t spoken much since Monica revealed Elena’s actions. I knew she was trying to process everything, trying to understand how someone she trusted could betray us so thoroughly. I exhaled, rubbing a hand down my face. “We just have to be smart about it,” I said. “We can’t leave any loose ends.” Monica smirked. “That’s why I suggested kidnapping her. Scare her enough to disappear, or… something more permanent.” Lily’s head snapped up. “Mom, we’re not killers.” Monica raised a brow. “No, but we know people who are.” The weight of her words settled over us. Monica was ruthless when it came to protecting those she cared about. And right now, she wanted Elena to pay. “Who do you kno
Gina's POV I sat at the head seat inside the boardroom, overlooking the city's landscape. It was indeed a sight to behold but the beauty wasn't where my attention was.I thought of the last fight I had with Alex, within the week. He had called me a bitter and vengeful woman. The words still rang in my ear repeatedly.I had thought that Alex would support me in my quest for revenge against all the people who had wronged me but instead he said all sort of things about me.I never thought he would ever threaten me with our marriage. He had asked me to stop or risk losing everything.Previously, I had already begun to love and cherish Alex, as my husband and not just business partner. But now, he is using it against me.If I had known that he would have tried to stop me from having my sweet revenge, I would have just kept him at arm's length. Like I initially planned to do.Well, nothing is going to stop me from having my way in anything. If I must let him go, then I will.Maybe we aren'
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