Alexander’s POVThe phone call came just after noon, cutting through the thick silence in my office. I had expected it—I would’ve been a fool not to—but that didn’t mean I was prepared for it.“Alexander Wells.” Mr Greenwood repeated.A pause. Then, a voice as sharp as a blade. “You have some nerve, Alexander.”I closed my eyes for a brief second. “Mr. Greenwood, I—”“Don’t waste my time with pleasantries,” he cut me off, his tone hard and furious. “You know exactly why I’m calling. Your wife humiliated my daughter in your home. Do you think I’d let this slide?”I clenched my jaw, a bit surprised at his tone but keeping my voice steady. “I understand that you’re upset Sir. I—”“Upset?” he repeated, his voice rising. “You think upset is the word for this? My daughter was publicly insulted and ridiculed because of your wife’s reckless attitude . She was made to look weak, like a nobody, like a some peasant.”I had no words for that. Because Elena wasn’t wrong. Victoria had done far wor
(Elena’s POV)Alexander’s gaze darkened, his brows furrowing as he took a slow step toward me. “What do you mean by what you just said?” His voice was steady, but I could hear the tension beneath it.I inhaled sharply, preparing myself for what I was about to say. There was no easy way to put this, no way to sugarcoat what I had discovered, what had been sitting heavy on my chest since my father revealed it. “I mean exactly what I said, Alexander. There’s more to this story than you think. More than what you’ve been told. My father is not the villain here and I would not be cajoled to believe that he is.”His jaw clenched. “Then who is?”I hesitated for only a moment before speaking the name that had been circling in my mind like a storm. “I think it’s Greenwood.”Alexander exhaled harshly, running a hand through his hair. “Elena, I know you’re trying to defend your father, but do you even realize what you’re implying?”“Yes, I do,” I shot back, my voice firm. “And I need you to hear
Elena“Who is this?” My voice was sharp, my grip on the phone tightening as I waited for a response.A short silence. Then, a man spoke, his voice smooth but firm.“My name is Samuel. I work for Mr. Greenwood Stones.”I frowned. Greenwood Stone? Why was Victoria’s father asking someone to call me, was this some sort of joke.“And?” I pressed, already feeling the unease settle in my chest.“My boss wants to see you,” Samuel said, his tone leaving no room for argument. “He wants to see you tonight.”I let out a dry laugh. “Excuse me?”“Mr. Greenwood Stone requests your presence. Immediately, Elena Wells.”My pulse quickened. Immediately? Who does this man think he is?“Who’s your boss again?” I snapped.“I just told you. Greenwood Stones,” he replied, sounding almost amused.My stomach turned. I didn’t like the way he said it, as if I should already know who he was and obey without question, because what if I didn’t.“And why the hell wouid you boss want me ?” I asked furiously now.“Th
I felt my chest tighten as Alexander took slow, deliberate steps toward the door.“Alexander, don’t open it,” I said, my voice urgent.Mia stepped beside me, equally alarmed. “Seriously, don’t! You don’t have to answer the door.”But he didn’t stop. His expression was set in stone, determined, and a bit furious.I fumbled for my phone, my fingers trembling as I scrolled to my father’s contact and hit call. The phone rang. Once. Twice. Three times. No answer. Where was my dad right now and why wasn’t he picking up for goodness sake.Panic rose inside me like a tidal wave. “Damn it!” I hissed under my breath, trying again. Still nothing.Mia cursed and ran after Alexander. “Hey! Don’t be an idiot, if he’s the one, let him stand there, when he’s tired he’d leave or would be break down the door to get Elena.”“Possibly” Alexander responded “What ?” Mia asked in shock But before she could say anything else, it was too late. Alexander reached the door and pulled it open.A man stood on
I watched as my father pressed the phone to his ear, his knuckles white with rage. The tension in the room was suffocating. His voice was steady at first, but as soon as the person on the other end spoke, his expression darkened.I could hear Greenwood Stone’s muffled voice through the speaker, calm and collected, as if he hadn’t just orchestrated something cruel.“You think you can send someone to pick up my daughter like she’s some property of yours? What kind of sick power play is this Stones?” My father’s voice rose, echoing in the room.Alexander, standing a few feet away, tensed. Mia shifted uncomfortably beside me, her arms folded.“I have every right to do what I did, you probably didn’t train her well enough.” Greenwood’s voice came through more clearly now, smug and composed. “Your daughter physically attacked my daughter, and that won’t go unanswered.”My father’s face turned red with fury. “Attacked her? You mean she finally had enough of your daughter’s venomous tongue? A
(Adrian’s POV)“What do you mean, Adrian?” Her voice was sharp, wary. As if she hadn’t expected me to call. As if she hadn’t been avoiding me for the past few weeks.I clenched my jaw. “Oh, so you do still remember my name? Thought you’d erased me from your life already.”Victoria sighed. “What are you talking about?”I exhaled through my nose, already feeling my anger boil. “Don’t do that. Don’t play dumb with me. You know exactly what I’m talking about. You’ve been ignoring my calls, dodging me like I’m some kind of disease. What the hell, Victoria? Is this because of that boy?”“What are you talking about ? Look, I’ve been busy,” she said flatly. “Is that a crime now?”I let out a bitter laugh. “Busy? That’s the excuse you’re giving me? After everything?”“Adrian, you’re taking this too seriously, have you forgotten my father is in town. What’s all these drama for if I may ask—”I gripped the phone tighter. “Too seriously? Are you out of your goddamn mind? I’ve done everything for
Adrian Volkov.I stared at my phone screen in total shock, his name still echoing in my head, my entire body had tensed up, my grip on the phone tightening. What the hell was he calling me for?I took a deep breath, forcing my voice to stay calm even though my irritation was already bubbling to the surface. “Adrian Volkov?” I repeated, disbelief dripping from my tone. “Why are you calling me?”A low chuckle came from the other end of the line, but there was an edge to it, like a man who wasn’t in the mood for games. “I see my name rings a bell,” Adrian said smoothly.I scoffed. “Are you serious right now? Of course it does, what do you want?”I had every reason to be pissed. The last time I had even heard of this man, he had been working with Victoria, plotting against me and even had me kidnapped. And now, out of nowhere, he was calling me like we were supposed to be acquaintances?“Relax, Elena,” Adrian said, his voice calm but firm. “I have something important to discuss with you.
I barely had time to exhale before my father’s voice stopped me in my tracks.“Where are you two going?”Mia and I had just stepped into the hallway, dressed and ready to leave, when he emerged from his study, arms crossed, eyes narrowing slightly as he glanced between us.I stole a quick glance at Mia, silently warning her not to speak. She hesitated, shifting slightly beside me, but I quickly stepped forward. “Just out for a bit dad,” I said smoothly. “Nothing serious.”He wasn’t convinced. “Out where? It’s late, Elena.”I sighed inwardly. I couldn’t tell him the truth, obviously. But I also couldn’t outrightly lie. I had to find a balance. “Just meeting someone for a quick conversation. Nothing dangerous, I promise.”He asked curiously now “who is this someone, doesn’t he or she have a name ?”I sighed “Dad, you’re asking too many questions right now, you don’t have to worry okay ? I’m going with Mia And we’ll be fine.”His frown deepened. “You’re getting yourself involved in too
Victoria’s POVIt was a few days after Alexander and his little play team ruined my life. The walls of my penthouse felt smaller now, everything felt different, my life had changed for bad.The curtains were open, but the light didn’t touch me. I hadn’t eaten since the arrest. I hadn’t slept either. I’d been staring at the TV, waiting for them to say my father had been released. That something could be done, but there was nothing, I had made several calls and no one seemed to help, they said the allegations were true and heavy on him. All our connections had failed us, my life was in shambles.Just while I was lost in thoughts, there was a knock at the door.Then another.I wasn’t expecting anyone but I opened the door.Adrian.He stood there, in his black coat, hands in his pockets, face calm like he hadn’t just helped destroy everything I had ever built.“You have a lot of nerve,” I snapped, stepping aside to let him in, only because I didn’t want the neighbors to hear the screaming
Elena’s POvI don’t know what possessed me to come here. Maybe it was closure. Maybe it was vengeance.Maybe it was both.And at the center of it all, Victoria Greenwood.She stood at the stage, her red dress flowing like a curtain of blood. She held the microphone with an effortless grace, and when the lights focused on her, the applause was thunderous.“Good evening, darlings,” she began, her voice silk and venom. “First, thank you all for coming tonight. It means the world to me that I get to celebrate with each of you—those I love, admire, and aspire to collaborate with. Tonight isn’t just about glamour—though, let’s be honest, I’m killing it.” Laughter rippled across the room.She winked. “But really, this is about gratitude. For those who have believed in me, supported me, and paved the way… especially one very special man—my amazing father.”The applause returned, louder this time. And then he emerged.Mr. Greenwood Stones.A walking headline in a sleek tux, polished shoes, and
Victoria’s POVMy phone hadn’t stopped ringing all morning. It was my birthday today, my big day!“Is the floral arrangement in place? I want the cherry blossoms centered—nothing else,” I snapped into the phone, pacing across the marble floor of my apartment. The mirrored panels along the hallway reflected my anxious expression as I turned the corner into my bedroom, where my evening dress lay spread across the bed like a silent promise.I hung up the call before the planner could ask another question and immediately dialed Isla.She picked up on the second ring. “Hey, babe! Big night!” she chirped.“I hope you’re looking stunning. I don’t want to be the only jaw-dropper walking that red carpet tonight.”Isla giggled. “Trust me, I’m going full glam. I’ve got that bejeweled emerald gown you love—hair slicked back, high heels tall enough to break necks.”“That’s the spirit,” I smiled, easing into the chaise by the window. “This night’s going to be perfect. Dad says he even has a surpris
Elena’s POV“What exactly do you mean by that ?” I asked turning to Adrian.Adrian leaned forward, his piercing blue eyes reflecting a lifetime of calculated decisions. “Victoria’s birthday celebration is tomorrow, correct?” His Russian accent added a gravitas to his words this time, making every syllable feel like a decree.Alexander nodded, his jaw tightening. “Yes. She had even sent a reminder just last night, she’s always extravagant with her celebrations. The city’s elite will be in attendance.”A slow, predatory smile spread across Adrian’s face. “Then it’s the perfect stage for our performance.”I shifted in my seat, the weight of the situation pressing down on me. “Performance?”Adrian’s gaze met mine, unwavering. “A public unmasking. We expose Greenwoods for the charlatan he is, in front of his peers, his allies, his world, we make them see what humiliation feels like.”The audacity of the plan sent a shiver down my spine. The idea of confronting such a powerful figure in a p
Elena’s POVThe following morning came quicker than I expected. I hadn’t even taken a full sip of my coffee before I heard the soft knock at the door.Mia peeked out the window first, then turned to me. “It’s Alexander’s driver—and I think those are his security guys too.”I sighed, placing my mug down. “He didn’t mention he was sending a whole team.”Mia raised a brow. “You surprised? It’s Alexander. He sends an army if you sneeze too loud.”I offered a faint smile and grabbed my coat. I had already texted Adrian earlier that morning, and after a few minutes of back and forth, he had sent me a location. It was a private estate just a little outside the city limits—discreet, exclusive, and of course, heavily guarded. I didn’t tell him that Alexander would be coming too. I knew it was a gamble, but something told me Adrian would understand.The drive to Alexander’s penthouse was quiet. His men barely spoke a word, but they were polite, respectful. As the gates opened and the car pulled
Elena’s POVI had barely caught my breath when the silence between Alexander and Victor stretched thin like a worn-out thread ready to snap. The air was stiff, as though it could combust from the tension lingering in the room. Alexander’s chest rose and fell heavily beside me, still furious from everything I had just confessed to him. Victor just stood there helpless, sad, his eyes filled with regrets.Then, he spoke.“I know you hate me, Alexander,” Victor began, voice raw and cracking, “and I know I don’t deserve even a second of peace from you. But I just want you to understand one thing—I never wanted to take Elena from you or anything. Everything I felt for her was real.”I froze.Victor’s voice trembled as he stood from the couch. “I loved her genuinely. I still do.” He turned toward me, and I couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, just stared at him as his words pierced the quiet. “From the moment I saw you, Elena. Not because you were beautiful or brilliant—although you are—but becaus
Elena’s POVI didn’t realize how long I’d been standing outside until I felt a breeze brush against my skin, cooling the spot where Alexander’s lips had just touched mine. My heart was still racing from the kiss—his kiss—and I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t even know what to feel.So I asked the only thing that made sense in the moment.“Why did we just do that?”Alexander didn’t even hesitate. His voice was calm, low, but firm.“Why wouldn’t we?” he said, eyes not leaving mine. “You’re still my wife.”I looked away. His words pierced something deep in me. Something raw. Something that hadn’t healed yet. I felt my chest tightening as I fought back the emotions swirling inside me.But it didn’t work.I broke down.The tears came so suddenly I couldn’t stop them. I turned away from him, trying to hide my face, but he reached for me gently.“Elena,” he whispered, but I couldn’t meet his gaze.“I don’t know anymore, Alexander,” I sobbed. “I don’t know how to trust you. You hurt me. Yo
Elena’s POVThe silence that followed my words was louder than any argument we’ve ever had and then he asked again “what did you say?”“I still want a divorce,” I repeated, my voice quieter this time. Almost like I didn’t want him to hear it, but I knew he did. His chest barely moved. His eyes were locked on mine, and his lips parted, like he wanted to speak but forgot how to form words.Finally, he blinked. Once. Twice. And then… a slow exhale.“I see,” he said.I turned away, looking at the garden hedge behind him, anything but his face. “You said if you found out my father was innocent, you’d sign the papers.”His jaw tensed. “I did.”“And?”He took a step closer. “And I will.”I nodded. That should’ve made me feel relieved. But instead, it burned.He stared at me for a long time. Then his voice cracked gently through the air. “But before I do… can I say something? Please.”I didn’t speak. I didn’t nod. I just stood there. That was enough for him.He ran a hand through his hair, l
I barely had time to react before Alexander was on his feet, his chair scraping violently against the floor. His entire frame was tense, his jaw locked in fury as he glared at Victor standing a few feet away.“What the hell is he doing here?” His voice was sharp, demanding. His eyes flicked between Victor and me, searching for an explanation, his anger barely restrained.Victor, looking just as startled as Alexander, raised his hands in defense. “I didn’t know I was going to be here either,” he said, his tone calm but firm. “Elena invited me.”Alexander’s gaze snapped to me, his expression darkening. “You invited him?”I let out a slow breath, steadying myself. “Alexander, calm down.”His glare intensified. “Don’t tell me to calm down, Elena. Do you even realize what you’re doing?”“Yes,” I said firmly. “Victor is a part of this, whether you like it or not. He is one of us.”Alexander let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. “A part of this? You’re joking, right?”Before