The night stretched on endlessly.Sleep never came.I lay awake, tangled in sheets that still held the warmth of Alexander’s presence from nights before. But tonight, I was alone. Not just in bed—in every way.The events of the night weighed on me, pressing down like a boulder on my chest.I had kept a lot from him.Again.First, the conversation with Victoria. Then what had happened between me and Victor. And now—Adrian.The secrets were piling up.And the worst part?I wasn’t sure if I was protecting myself or Alexander.I stared at the ceiling, exhaling shakily. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Adrian’s smirk, his knowing gaze as he threatened me with my own mistakes. The cold, damp air of that warehouse still clung to my skin.Tearing the sheets away, I swung my legs over the edge of the bed. My feet hit the cool floor, grounding me as I pulled my robe around myself.I needed air.Padding out of the bedroom, I made my way toward the dining area.The soft glow of the pendant ligh
My fingers tightened around the phone as I forced a steady breath. My heart slammed against my ribs, but I willed my expression to stay neutral.“No one important,” I said, voice softer than I intended.Alexander’s gaze flickered to my phone, his dark eyes sharp with suspicion. “At this hour?”I hesitated, my pulse erratic. “Just a mistake. Probably spam.”He had a frown on at this point. The heat from our kiss was still there, simmering just beneath the surface, but something colder now crept in, doubt.Alexander wasn’t a man who believed in coincidences.His jaw clenched as he studied me, searching for a crack in my words. I wondered if he could hear the erratic pounding of my heart, feel the tension rolling off me.After a long, heavy pause, he exhaled and stepped back slightly, turning to take a sip of his coffee.. “Show me the message.” He said without blinking.Panic flared beneath my ribs. If I refused, he would know something was wrong. If I obeyed, he would find out about A
My phone rang.I froze at the sound, my heart slamming against my ribs. I had barely stepped out of the hotel premises my fingers trembling as I took my phone out of my bag. The moment I saw Alexander’s name flashing across the screen, my breath caught in my throat.Why was he calling now.The weight of the afternoon’s events crushed down on me, making it hard to breathe.I swallowed hard and pressed the phone to my ear. “Hello?”“Elena.” His voice was sharp, controlled. Too controlled.I hesitated. “Yes?”“Come to my office. Now.”The line went dead.I pulled the phone away from my ear, staring at it for a moment. My fingers trembled slightly as I exhaled, trying to steady myself. The tightness in his tone, the way he didn’t ask but commanded it sent shivers through me.I had no idea what was waiting for me, but I knew it wasn’t going to be good.Before I could second-guess myself, I rushed into the private vehicle I had ordered to come pick me up.Wells EnterprisesThe moment I step
Victor’s POVI leaned back in my chair, rubbing my temples as I stared at the name on my laptop screen. Adrian Volkov. The name meant nothing to me at first, but the deeper I dug, the more unsettling the puzzle became.I had started my search the moment Alexander ordered it, calling in every contact I had, digging through public records and backdoor files that weren’t easily accessible. If this man wanted a meeting with Alexander no, if he wanted something from Elena then I needed to know everything.And what I found wasn’t comforting.Adrian Volkov was forty-one years old. A Russian-American billionaire, head of Volkov Industries, a company that dabbled in everything from luxury real estate to private security. His net worth was estimated at four billion dollars, but that wasn’t what caught my attention.He had no family. No spouse. No children.There were whispers rumors that he had once been connected to Russian organized crime, though nothing had ever been proven. The few times hi
Alexander’s POVI paced the length of my office, Adrian Volkov’s voice still ringing in my ears.We’ll talk soon, Wells. Very soon.There was something about the way he said it calm, assured, almost amused that unsettled me more than I wanted to admit. Volkov wasn’t just taunting me. He had something up his sleeve. The more I thought.A deep, simmering anger burned inside me. The thought of that image the way Elena had looked, the way Volkov had stood so close made my stomach twist in a way I hated. It wasn’t just about my reputation or my company. It was about her.Before I could dwell on it further, my phone vibrated on my desk. I picked it up without hesitation.“Wells.”“Alexander,” Volkov’s voice was slick, measured. “I was hoping we could have a civilized conversation. I assume you’ve seen the picture?” It was the audacity to have called me this time. How did he even have my number.My grip tightened. “What do you want?”“A meeting.”“Not interested.”Volkov let out a soft chuc
Victoria’s POVI had just arrived the mansion. I stepped inside, my heels clicking against the marble floor, each step deliberate. The air smelled of expensive cologne, whiskey, and something undeniably familiar, power.And there he was.Adrian Volkov leaned against the bar, a glass of scotch in his hand, watching me like a predator who had already claimed his prey.“Victoria,” he murmured, his lips curving into that slow, knowing smirk.I let my fur coat slip from my shoulders, revealing the sleek black dress that hugged my figure. His eyes darkened.I approached, letting my fingers trail along his jaw before tilting his chin slightly. “Did you miss me?”He exhaled sharply, setting his glass down. “More than I should.”His hands found my waist, pulling me against him in a swift motion. The heat between us ignited instantly. His lips crashed against mine, rough and demanding, years of tension and unfinished business unraveling in a single moment.I melted into the kiss, my fingers tang
Elena’s POVI stood in front of the mirror, my hands smoothing over the navy-blue dress Alexander had picked out for me. It was elegant but not showy, the kind of dress that said class and control. My heart pounded in my chest as I adjusted the delicate necklace resting against my collarbone. I had been in the public eye before, but never like this. Never with the weight of a scandal threatening to crush me.Behind me, Alexander stepped closer, his hands resting on my shoulders. His fingers traced a reassuring pattern against my skin.“You look perfect,” he murmured, meeting my eyes in the mirror.I swallowed hard. “Do I look convincing?”He turned me gently to face him. “We’re not here to convince anyone of a lie. We’re here to remind them of the truth you’re my wife, and we’re untouchable together.”I exhaled slowly, letting his words sink in. He made it sound simple, effortless, as if the world couldn’t tear us apart if we stood firm. I wished I could believe it as easily as he did
Elena’s POVIt was the following morning and a box sat on the bed, wrapped in sleek black paper with a silver ribbon. I hesitated before pulling the ribbon loose, my fingers trembling slightly. The paper fell away to reveal a gown elegant, floor-length, and undoubtedly expensive. Midnight blue satin pooled like liquid silk, shimmering under the soft glow of the bedroom lights.I traced the delicate embroidery along the bodice, my heart tightening. Alexander had chosen this for me.“You don’t like it?” His voice was smooth as he leaned against the doorway, arms crossed.I turned, meeting his gaze. “It’s beautiful. But you didn’t have to.”His expression was unreadable, but something flickered in his eyes. “Yes, I did.”There was no arguing with him. I slipped into the dress, letting it mold to my body, the fabric cool against my skin. Alexander stood behind me, adjusting the clasp of a diamond bracelet around my wrist.“You look stunning,” he murmured.I swallowed, nodding. Tonight was
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