ADELINE’S POVI wake up early in Xander's guest room, feeling disoriented. The events of last night replayed in my mind like a nightmare. Xander had been so kind, offering me a room in his house. But now, I need to face reality. I get out of bed and peek out the window.The house was empty and I hoped reporters didn’t know I was hiding in here. There's no way I can go back home right now since they we’re still in my house.I grab my phone and dial Clarissa's number. She picks up immediately, her voice frantic. "Adeline, where are you?" she asked. "I'm at Xander's place. I can't go home with all those reporters outside," I explained quickly.She sighs with relief. "Thank goodness you're safe. I've been trying to reach you all night. Are you okay?""I'm okay, just overwhelmed," I admit, my voice trembling slightly."I'll bring you some clothes and anything else you need. Give me half an hour," Clarissa said. True to her word, she arrived promptly. She rushes inside with a bag filled
XANDER’S POVI walked into the house, feeling tired and anxious. The day had been long, and I was hoping to see Adeline and make sure she was okay. But as soon as I stepped inside, I knew she was not home. The house was quiet, too quiet."Adeline?" I called out, but there was no answer. I checked the living room, the kitchen, and even the guest room where she had stayed last night. She wasn’t there.I pulled out my phone and called her. The phone rang, but she didn’t pick up. I tried again, and still no answer. I sent her a text: "Adeline, where are you? Please call me." I waited, but there was no reply.Panic started to creep in. I tried to think of where she could be. Maybe she went out for some air, I thought. But she would have told me. She wouldn’t just leave without saying anything.I called her again and left a voicemail. "Adeline, it’s Xander. I’m worried about you. Please call me back."I sat down on the couch, trying to stay calm. But the silence in the house was unbearable
ADELINE’S POVI woke up early that morning, feeling nervous and determined. It had been five days since I came to Xander's house to escape the relentless swarm of reporters outside my house. Today, finally, they seemed to have dispersed, and I felt a strong urge to go back home.Xander had been kind enough to offer his place, reassuring me every day that it was safer here, away from the prying eyes and questions. I was tired of hiding, it was time to finally do something about it.I found Xander in the kitchen, brewing coffee. He turned to me with concerned expression as I entered."You sure about this, Adeline?" He asked, handing me a steaming mug. "Maybe you should wait a bit longer, just to be safe."I took a sip of the coffee, feeling its warmth spread through me. "I can't hide forever, Xander," I replied softly."I appreciate everything you've done for me, but I need to go home. I need to know what's waiting for me there."He sighed, his expression conflicted. "Alright," he
SASHA’S POV***The last few days have been the best in my life. I was so happy I partied everyday.Adeline was sinking and no one could save her. The whole world was against her now. Every comment I saw online was a hate comment attacking her.She had even deactivated her social media pages. Her company stocks were falling, and brands were canceling her.My father’s company, on the other hand, was doing well. People already seemed to forget about my failed engagement.I was lying on my bed, scrolling through my phone and smiling at the latest news about Adeline.The doorbell rang, but I ignored it. My phone rang next. It was Jessie so I picked up."Hey, Sasha! Are you ready for clubbing tonight?" She asked, her voice excited.I sat up, grinning. "I’m always ready for a night out. What’s the plan?""You won’t believe this! The biggest men in Manhattan are coming to the club tonight. It’s going to be amazing!" She said.My heart skipped a beat. This was exactly what I needed. "I’ll be r
**XANDER’S POV***I got home late in the evening, feeling exhausted. The day had been long and stressful. As I walked up the driveway, I noticed the house was unusually quiet.The lights were on, but there was an eerie stillness. I pushed open the front door and stepped inside.“Xander!” I heard my mom’s voice before I saw her. She came running from the living room, her face filled with a mix of anger and concern.“Have you seen the news?” she asked, breathless. “Adeline is all over the news. I told you she was terrible and not good for you.”I sighed, already feeling a headache coming on. “Mom, I…”“No, Xander, you need to listen,” she interrupted, her voice rising. “This girl, this Adeline, she’s been nothing but trouble. You should have known better.Sasha is perfect for our family. She’s respectful, kind, and from a good background.”“Mom, can we just talk about this next time.”“She’s always been there for you, Xander,” she continued, ignoring me.“Unlike Adeline, who’s only brou
***ADELINE’S POV*** I wanted to run away from everything. I was so tired and so done. I stared out the window of the small apartment I was staying in, feeling the weight of the world on my shoulders. Everything was falling apart, and I didn't know how to fix it. The scandal, the reporters, the hateful comments. It was all too much. I wanted to run away from everything and go back to New York, back to where I felt safe. My thoughts drifted to Mama, the woman who saved me five years ago. I could still remember the first time I met her. I was wandering the streets, lost and desperate, when she found me. Mama took me in, gave me a place to stay, and showed me kindness when I needed it most. One evening, I had told her about my dream. "I want to start a jewelry business," I said. She looked at me with a gentle smile. "Why will you want to stress yourself over a business? You can have everything you want." I shook my head. "Mama, I haven’t done anything in my life. I'm happy now bec
***SASHA’S POV*** I moved into the Devon’s mansion just as Xander’s mom instructed. The place was still grand, with large rooms and beautiful furniture. The walls were covered with paintings, and the floors were shiny and clean. I felt a little like a princess in a fairy tale. But it wasn’t as magical as it seemed the first time. Xander’s mom, welcomed me warmly. She hugged me and said, “Sasha, you are like a daughter to me. I’m so happy you’re here.” “Thank you, Mrs. Devon,” I replied, trying to sound cheerful. But inside, I felt nervous. A few days after I moved in, I saw Xander. He looked tired and stressed. When he saw me, he just nodded and walked past without saying a word. I felt a pang in my heart. I had hoped he would be happy to see me or even be civil at least but he didn’t even smile. Later, I went to Mrs. Devon, tears streaming down my face. “Xander won’t talk to me,” I sobbed. She hugged me and patted my back. “Don’t worry, dear. He’s just stressed. He’ll come aro
***ADELINE’S POV*** I stared at a very agitated Sasha who stood in my office, her eyes narrowed with anger. She had burst in without knocking. I remained calm, sitting at my desk, my hands folded in front of me. "What do you mean by that?" Sasha asked, eyeing me suspiciously. "You really got involved with Tristan, you fool," I said, my voice steady. “What about him?” She asked, her face twisted with anger. "Well, I have nothing to tell you," I snapped. "You said leave my office." But Sasha didn't move. Instead, she stepped closer, her eyes burning with curiosity and rage. "Tell me about Tristan," she demanded. "What happened between you two?" I shook my head. "I have nothing to say to you, Sasha. Now, leave my office." Sasha's anger only grew. "You think you're so high and mighty, Adeline. But I'll make sure when I'm done with you, you won't live to tell the story." I met her gaze without flinching. "Do your worst, Sasha. Nothing will happen. You're just curious about Tristan,
ADELINE’S POV***I woke up slowly, feeling so groggy and disoriented. My body was so heavy and there was a dull pain in my side. I did not know why but the pain had my head hammering. I blinked against the bright light in the room and that was when I realised that I was not alone. A lot of questions ran through my mind as I wondered what had happened and why I was here. Someone was sitting next to me and there seemed to be a shocked look on their face when our eyes met. "Adeline?" The familiar voice came through. It was soft, like silk. I turned my head and sock Xander sitting right by my side. I felt an instant wave of relief and my heart swelled. I was so scared before this happened, so scared that something bad had happened to him but seeing him right here with me did a very good job with pushing off the pain for a little while. He was here with me, alive and okay. I blinked back the tears that were already starting to form. And that was the moment everything slowly started to c
FLORAL.I could barely breathe as I gripped the steering wheel, my knuckles were already white. I knew what Tristan was planning and I couldn't let it happen because it opposed everything that we worked for. Yes, I knew he wanted to take revenge on those who put him in prison but if he was going to do that, he should go face Adeline's old man, not Adeline. She was innocent and did nothing to him. I was not going to let him hurt her, not after I'd met her. Of course she was going to be a problem if I wanted to get to Xander but she was innocent and she was a good woman. I had to stop Tristan no matter what it was going to take. The streets blurred past me as I sped down the road. My heart was pounding so loud in my ears that I drowned out everything else. Tristan couldn't kill Adeline. Not like this. Not over some twisted sense of revenge. I didn't know how I ended up in this mess. It wasn't supposed to be my fight. But here I was driving, driving madly towards the one person who cou
ADELINE'S POV***My hands wouldn’t stop shaking as I dialed my grandfather's number. I could barely think straight now as my thoughts were all over the place. It felt like my mind was running a hundred miles per hour but I wasn't going anywhere. What was I going to do now that it was clear Xander was in danger. I didn't even know where I was going to start from. How the hell was I going to find him? And it was clear from the foregoing that Matt had had the one behind this whole thing. He had abducted Xander and his phone was enough proof for that. He had also put on a mask to make me think that was Xander. That son of a bitch really did all this only to die a very disgraceful death. That was exactly what he deserved. But what if he'd killed Xander? The thought brought back the fear that was already building up. I needed to do something, and I hoped my grandfather would be able to step in with his connections. If it didn't work then I had no idea what else would. All I could think ab
FLORAL’S POV***I didn't know Adeline was in the house when I stepped out of my room. The moment I saw her standing there, my heart dropped. I should have been more careful. What was I thinking, walking out like that? But it was too late-- she had already seen me so there was no need to do anything suspicious now. But maybe there was still time, I thought to myself, glancing at her before I tried to duck back into the shadows. However, Xander’s mother, ever the gracious host, was quick to introduce me once she noticed I was behind her. "Adeline, this is my daughter, Floral," she said, gesturing to me with a proud smile. "Floral doesn't come around often." Adeline turned to me, scanning my face for a second and I held my breath. This was very bad because if she ever got to remember who I was, that was if she didn't know already, I was doomed. My palms were starting to sweat as I braced myself for her reaction. Would she recognise me? Would she say something? But instead, she smiled
ADELINE’S POV***I couldn't stop thinking about Xander. He hadn't come back since the day he told me he was going to stay at his mom’s house and I was disturbed because it could be the place where all his problems had started. Him acting weird must have been from there. He had been complaining about his sister before he came back and then everything had changed. He rarely talked to me and now he no longer complained about her. A lot of things were going on that I should be told about. But nobody was saying anything and it worried me so much. I wished someone could just let me know what was happening. But Xander was the only person I could talk to. He was the only one who knew what his problem was. It wasn't like him to just disappear like this, especially now that there was nothing bothering him, well, nothing that I knew of. He should have checked in lately but I'd heard nothing. My heart felt heavy as I paced around the living room. If I hadn't called him yesterday to know if he
FLORAL’S POV***I watched from a distance as Matt got out of his car and entered the pub. My heart raced but I had to keep my composure because this was going to work. It was either this night or never. This was the moment I'd been waiting for. I needed to find out who he really was. I had suspected for a while that something was off about him, and now I was going to prove it. I quickly made my way to his car, careful not to draw attention. The street was quiet, and only the occasional sound of passing cars in the distance was the only thing I heard. I approached his car and glanced around to make sure no one was watching. Then, I reached into my bag and pulled out the small hidden camera I had planted earlier. I couldn't risk leaving it there for too long, just in case he checked his car for anything suspicious. My hands shook slightly as I retrieved the camera, but I was careful to keep my movements steady. Once I had it, I slipped it back in my bag and quickly walked away, blend
XANDER’S POV***I tried to move but my body would not cooperate because every inch of me was hurting and it was starting to make me feel very dizzy. I was very worried because I did not want to pass out here because nobody would see me if I needed medical attention so I had to fight off every form of hazy feeling until I was sure that I was ok. My arms, my legs, my ribs- they were all on fire. I could not remember the last time I had eaten because my stomach was already growling and I was too weak to care. But do you think that terrified me the most was the fact that the room was very dark and there was nobody around. I could only help but picture that I had been left alone in some kind of Warehouse to die. My heart pounded very fast when I thought of that and as much as I told myself that his Men could be outside, there was still a possibility that they had left me alone here to die. I didn't even know if it was day or night because time had lost its meaning. I had tried to escape
TRISTAN’S POV***The weight of everything that had happened finally stayed to lift lift from shoulders. Sasha was dead. The hit man had done his job perfectly as there was no trace or evidence of who had done it. I felt so relieved because with her gone, there was no one left to testify against me, no one who could point fingers if things went wrong. That was the hardest mission so I guessed the rest would be very easy from here onwards. Now, I just had to take care of Adeline and Xander, before I could disappear. My time was coming, and I couldn't wait for it. I smiled to myself as I thought of my plan. Once they are gone, I'd be free to leave this place. But in the meantime I had to control everything from the shadows. I was happy that I had the capable hands. Sometimes I wished that this was the last mission, but then I was reminded that it was time to put my head down and do the rest. There was no promise of a better future if the rest were still alive. Thankfully, I had it all
SASHA’S POV***I sat on the cold, hard bed in my cell, staring at the ceiling. It had been a long day, just like every other day in this place. The routine, the noise and the walls closing in on me felt unbearable but that morning, something changed. My mother called. I was surprised when the guard came to inform me that I had a call. I thought they had abandoned me, that she had left me here to rot and die just like my father had abandoned us. And I wouldn't blame her for what happened because she was just as miserable as I was. The guard escorted me out of myself and walked me to the phone stand. My heart was drumming when I picked it up. Has something bad happened? Or was she going to just tell me that the divorce had been finalised? If it was the latter, I didn't want to hear anything about it. Since my father had decided to give up on me, I didn't want anything to do with him again. I listened in on the phone and her voice came through. "Sasha, honey." Her voice was so sweet,