ADELINE’S POV***I have been at the Qylers mansion with my grandparents for a month now. Every day, I followed my grandmother around the grand estate. She made sure everyone knew I was her granddaughter and the heir to her fortune. Everything was perfect. The workers at home loved me and treated me like the young heir.I had everything I wanted. That morning, I woke up early and exercised in the gym. I had been doing that since I came to Washington. After my workout, I went home, showered, and dressed in a simple but elegant outfit. As I was brushing my hair, a maid knocked on my door."Miss Adeline, your grandparents are calling you downstairs," she said softly."Thank you. I'll be right down," I replied.I headed downstairs to the living room, where my grandmother and grandfather were waiting for me. They were sitting on the plush sofas, looking serious. I felt a little nervous as I approached them."Good morning, Grandmother, Grandfather," I greeted them with a smile."Good morn
ADELINE’S POV***The morning sun streamed through the tall windows of my room. I stretched and yawned, feeling the soft sheets beneath me. Just as I was about to get up, there was a soft knock on the door.“Miss Adeline,” the maid called softly. “There are flowers for you.”I sighed. Flowers again. Ever since I had told Tristan I had no intentions of marrying him, he had been sending flowers daily.I walked to the door and opened it to find the maid holding a huge bouquet of roses. A hundred of them, at least.“Where are these from?” I asked, though I already knew the answer.“Mr. Tristan,” she replied. “He’s downstairs, waiting for you.”I sighed again and took the flowers, placing them on the table. I threw on a simple dress and headed downstairs. As I descended the grand staircase, I saw Tristan standing by the entrance, looking up at me with a hopeful smile.“Why do you keep sending flowers?” I asked as I reached the bottom of the stairs.“Well, I’m trying to get on your good sid
ADELINE’S POVMy grandfather looked at me like I was mad."Your own business?" he asked, shocked. I nodded, determined to convince him just as I had convinced my grandmother."Yes," I said, my voice firm. "I want to start my own business.""But you have everything here," he said, still in disbelief. "You're my heir. I'm leaving everything to you."I smiled at him, trying to ease his worries. "I know," I said, taking his hands in mine. "But I feel like everything is being handed to me. I want to know what it's like to do something for myself."He looked at me, his eyes softening. "Are you sure about this?" he asked. "Starting a business is not easy.""I'm sure," I said, nodding. "I want to try. I need to try."He sighed, shaking his head slightly. "You know I will always support you, right?""I know," I said, squeezing his hands. "But I want to do this on my own. You've already given me so much.""Like that Audi last week?" he asked with a small smile."Yes," I said, laughing a little.
ADELINE’S POVI stood in front of the mirror, adjusting my dress. Today was a big day. Today, AD Jewelry was going public. I took a deep breath, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. My hands trembled slightly as I fixed my hair. I had put my whole time and resources into this business. For two years, I worked day and night, facing countless challenges. But now, it was all paying off.I remembered the day I let Tristan convince me to give us a chance. I hated him and refused his advances for a long time but he never stopped and was persistent and somehow I accepted to date him.Now, we were together, and everything seemed to be coming together nicely.My grandparents were so proud of me.They had supported me from the start, and seeing them happy made all the hard work worth it. I wiped a tear from my eye, careful not to smudge my makeup. Today, they would see their granddaughter achieve something great.I slipped on my shoes and grabbed my bag. It was time to head to the c
ADELINE’S POVPresentI stood by the window, staring out of it. The view of the garden was beautiful, but it felt cruel that I couldn’t go out since I was under house arrest, accused of something I didn't do.I had to find a way to prove I didn't try to push Sasha off the window. The pen recorder I used to record her in the office, but I didn’t know who to trust to get it.Tristan wanted to destroy me. He was relentless in making me his wife or destroying me. Matt would have been perfect, but lately, he seemed to hate me because I wouldn’t date him.Xander was persistently trying to see me, but trusting my ex-husband to help me was out of the question. Everything was so confusing.A knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. I turned and saw Tristan walk in. He had that smug smile on his face, the one that always made me uneasy."Adeline," he said, closing the door behind him. "Why do you make things so difficult for yourself?"“Why are you here again.” I asked."Tristan, what do you
XANDERS POVI woke up that morning feeling a bit down. It had been five days since the scandal broke, and I had been going to Adeline’s place every single day. But she wouldn’t see me. The security man told me she had instructed that I never get in. I tried calling her, sending messages, but she still wouldn’t pick up or reply.The news about her allegedly trying to kill Sasha was still everywhere in the media. I groaned when I looked at my phone and the first thing that popped up was "Was Adeline really trying to push Sasha off a fifteen-story building?" I was tired of reading or seeing how everyone was bashing her. I knew she never did that.I had to speak to her today, I told myself, determined to see how she was coping with the house arrest.I got out of bed and dressed up. I chose a simple shirt and jeans, something comfortable but neat. I wanted to look approachable, not too formal, not too casual. I wanted her to see that I cared, that I was there for her. After putting on m
XANDERS POVI walked out of her house, feeling very sad. I got into my car and sat there for a moment, my hands gripping the steering wheel. Memories of our marriage flooded my mind; how I had mistreated her, ignored her, and let my love for Sasha who was out living her best life cause me to divorce her.I had fumbled the best girl on earth, and now she was suffering because of the same Sasha I left her for. I drove to her office, my thoughts racing. When I arrived, the receptionist gave me a curious look, but I nodded at her and continued on to Adeline’s office. I entered the office and went to her desk, determined to find the recording pen.Locating the small hidden compartment was harder than I expected. It was cleverly concealed, almost invisible. I searched around, feeling frustrated and anxious, until I finally spotted a tiny seam that indicated the compartment’s location. I took a deep breath and tried our wedding date as the password.The lock clicked open, and I retrieve
SASHA’S POVI stood in front of the mirror, happier than I had been in years. The bright light above the mirror shone down on me, making my skin look perfect. I picked up a curling iron and started to curl my hair. Each strand of hair twirled around the hot iron, forming perfect curls. I smiled at my reflection, feeling a rush of joy.Adeline's downfall had made me the angel in the public eye. The public hated her now. She had been exposed as a fraud, and people couldn't stop talking about her scandal. I, on the other hand, was being praised. It felt like a dream come true.I gently ran my fingers through my hair, letting the curls fall naturally. I thought about all the media outlets that had been asking for interviews. They wanted to know how I felt about my sister Adeline trying to kill me and how I had been doing since the incident. But I had declined all their requests."It's family matters," I had told them. And they loved it. The news labeled me a queen who doesn't air fami
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,