***XANDER’S POV*** I hadn't gone home since Adeline came to live with us. There was no time to argue or fight with my mom, so I stayed in my private home. Every day felt longer, and the minutes dragged by. My thoughts were always on Adeline. I hadn't seen her since she left my house, and like her usual self, she wasn't calling either. I wanted to know what she was doing about the whole situation since the news about her seemed to still be spreading even more. That morning, I sat in my office, staring at my computer screen. Papers were scattered across my desk, but I couldn't focus. My mind was filled with thoughts of Adeline. What was she doing? How was she handling everything? I couldn't stop thinking about her. "Mr. Devon, you have a meeting at ten," my assistant reminded me, standing at the doorway. "Cancel it," I said, not looking up. "But it's with Mr. Thompson," she insisted. "I don't care. Cancel everything for today," I replied, still absent-minded. The office was qui
***SASHA ‘S POV***I went to the police station and gave my statement. It took hours as I tried to recount everything and make it so dramatic. I felt relieved when it was finally over.The police were nice. They believed me. They said they would take care of everything and Adeline was already in custody. When I left, I felt a bit lighter and smiled brightly since her life would be ruined and she’d get out of my business forever.When I got home, Xander's mom, Mrs. Devon, rushed to me. She hugged me tight and led me slowly to sit on the couch."Sasha, what happened to you?" she asked, her voice full of concern.I sniffed, tears welling up in my eyes. "It was horrible," I began, my voice shaking. "Adeline... Adeline tried to kill me."Mrs. Devon's eyes widened in shock. She hugged me tighter. "Oh, Sasha, I'm so sorry. Tell me everything. I saw the news. I couldn’t even believe she’d go this far to hurt you."I took a deep breath. "It happened in my office. Adeline came in. She looked so
MATT’S POV***I woke up to the buzzing of my phone. Groggy, I reached over and squinted at the screen. It was Jess, my buddy from the TV station. She was always in the know about everything, good or bad."Matt, turn on the TV. You won't believe what's going on," she said urgently.I rubbed my eyes and stumbled out of bed, switching on the TV in the living room. The news anchor's voice filled the air, reporting something that made my heart sink."Adeline Thompson, socialite and entrepreneur, has been arrested under house arrest after allegedly attempting to kill Sasha Thompson, her sister."I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Adeline, arrested? Attempting to kill Sasha? It made no sense.My mind raced back to when Adeline had come to me, pleading for understanding after the sugar baby scandal broke out. She wanted me to stay calm, not be angry with her. I had refused, upset and confused because she won’t date me.Now, seeing her in this new scandal, I felt a pang of guilt.I grabbed
ADELINE’S POV***For three days, I had been under house arrest. No visitors, no calls. I didn't want anyone around me. I was tired and scared.My once beautiful mansion felt like a cage. The curtains were drawn, blocking out the sunlight. I felt trapped in my own home, the walls closing in on me. The silence was heavy, suffocating.The only person I allowed to see me was Clarissa. But even she was becoming too much."Adeline," Clarissa sobbed for what felt like the hundredth time. "I don't know how this happened. How did it come to this?"I sighed, pressing my fingers to my temples. Her crying was getting on my nerves. I loved Clarissa, but I couldn't take much more of this."Clarissa, please," I said, my voice sharp. "Stop crying. I can't think with you crying all the time."She looked at me with red, swollen eyes. "I'm sorry, Adeline. I just can't believe this is happening.""Neither can I," I replied, my voice softer now. "But we need to stay strong. Crying won't solve anything."S
ADELINE’S POVFIVE YEARS AGOI had just signed the divorce papers and It felt like my heart was being ripped out. I stood in the middle of my bedroom, staring at the open suitcase on my bed. Clothes were scattered everywhere, and I couldn't focus on packing.My hands trembled as I picked up a dress and folded it, placing it carefully in the suitcase.Xander and I were over. There was no going back. He had left a blank cheque for me, asking me to write any amount I wanted as compensation. I hadn't even touched it. The thought of taking his money made me sick.I was leaving for Europe. I had decided to book a one-way flight to London. I needed to get away, far away where they would never find me or hurt me again.I had nothing in America anymore. Not a family, and not a husband. I took a deep breath and continued packing. My fingers brushed over a picture frame on the nightstand. It was a photo of Xander and me, taken on our wedding day. I looked so happy and he looked aloof.I coul
ADELINE’S POVI walked meekly in between the three men, my heart racing. As we walked out of the airport, I heard the announcement for my flight to London. There was nothing I could do; I couldn't even run away.We exited the airport, and my breath caught in my throat. Four sleek black SUVs were parked in a line, each one looking more imposing than the last. Security personnel stood around the cars, scanning the area with sharp, watchful eyes. They looked like they were prepared for anything.I was terrified. My legs felt weak, and my hands shook."What do they want with me?" I asked, my voice quivering.The man who had spoken to me earlier looked at me with a hint of sympathy. "The Qylers family wants to see you."The Qylers family. They were the richest family in America, the kind of wealth that spanned generations. The kind of family you only heard about in the news but never saw in real life. What could they possibly want with me?I glanced at the cars again, feeling my fear dee
ADELINE’S POV"Who are you?" I asked, whispering.She smiled softly. "You can call me Mama," she said, her eyes twinkling with warmth. "I know this is all very confusing, but you are home now and you are safe here."I looked at the old woman who just asked me to call her Mama. Her eyes were kind and filled with warmth. I didn't understand why she wanted me to call her that.The door opened again. A man walked in. He was in his sixties, tall and imposing. His face was familiar. I knew him immediately. He was Qyler Devonte, one of the richest men in the world. I stood up, my heart racing. What was going on?Qyler came closer. He wrapped his arms around me in a tight hug. "Welcome home," he said softly.I was more confused than ever. My mind was spinning. What was going on?He stepped back, his eyes glistening. The old woman, who called herself Mama, stood beside him, her hand on his arm. They both looked at me with such intense emotion."Please, sit down, dear," the woman said gently
ADELINE’S POVI sat on the bed in the room they showed me was mine. It was the most beautiful room I had ever been in my life. This was a real-life castle room. The walls were painted a soft, creamy white with golden accents. Large windows let in the bright, warm sunlight, and there were heavy, red velvet curtains that looked like they came straight out of a fairy tale. The bed was enormous, with a canopy draped in sheer, white fabric. It felt like sleeping in a cloud.There were delicate, antique furniture pieces all around. A vanity with a large mirror, a wardrobe that looked like it could hold a hundred dresses, and a plush armchair by the window. The carpet was thick and soft, almost like walking on a field of flowers. Everything in the room seemed magical, like it belonged in a dream.Going from divorcing my husband and trying to flee the country to discovering I was the only heir and grandchild of one of the richest men in the world was mind-blowing. I couldn’t even fathom h