Ava was in the middle of tidying up the living room when the sound of a car pulling into the driveway caught her attention. She glanced toward the window, a flicker of surprise crossing her face as she saw Alexander's car parked ahead of schedule. He was early—far earlier than he usually was for their tense dinners. The moment felt different, charged with anticipation. But as she stood there, her heart racing for reasons she couldn’t quite explain, she quickly masked the smile that crept to her lips.It wasn’t like her to feel this way. She'd spent so much time guarding her emotions, building walls between them, but something about tonight felt different. Maybe it was the idea of finally addressing the issues that had been quietly growing between them. Maybe it was the unexpected chance for them to reconnect without the weight of their families hovering over them. Either way, she couldn’t let herself get too hopeful.A moment later, Alexander knocked softly on the door, and without wa
The quiet hum of the bathroom fan was the only sound between them as Alexander emerged from the shower, his movements relaxed but purposeful. Ava, standing by the vanity with the phone still clutched tightly in her hand, barely glanced up as he wrapped a towel around his waist. Her thoughts were a chaotic storm, Linda’s cutting words replaying in her mind like a broken record.Alexander, ever observant, caught the subtle stiffness in her posture. “Everything okay?” he asked, running a hand through his damp hair.Ava forced a neutral expression, slipping his phone onto the counter. “Linda called,” she said simply, her tone clipped.His movements stilled for a fraction of a second before he picked up the phone, his brows furrowing slightly. “What did she want?”“She didn’t say,” Ava replied, crossing her arms over her chest. “Just that it was urgent.”Alexander sighed, placing the phone face down without returning the call. “I’ll deal with it later,” he said, his voice calm but dismissi
The low hum of chatter filled the luxurious lounge of the hotel as Ava entered, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floor. She scanned the room, her gaze locking onto Linda almost instantly. Seated at the center of a small group, Linda exuded confidence, her laughter ringing out like a bell as she entertained her entourage.Ava’s presence didn’t go unnoticed. The moment Linda’s sharp eyes landed on her, the laughter stopped. A flicker of surprise crossed her face, quickly masked by a cool smirk.“Well, if it isn’t Mrs. Pascal,” Linda drawled, rising gracefully from her chair. Her tone was syrupy sweet, but the underlying venom was unmistakable. “To what do I owe this unexpected pleasure?”Ava stepped forward, her chin held high. “We need to talk. Privately.”Linda’s brow arched in mock surprise. “Oh? This sounds serious. Ladies, if you’ll excuse me.” She gestured to her companions, who hesitated before reluctantly dispersing.Once they were alone, Linda’s mask of civility dr
Few weeks LaterThe gala hall was alive with the sparkle of luxury, reporters mingling with socialites, all eyes on the glittering figures in the crowd. Ava stood apart, observing the spectacle with a quiet unease. This wasn’t her world. The flashing cameras, the whispers behind delicate fan-shaped hands, the ostentatious displays of wealth—it all felt so foreign to her.But Linda… Linda was in her element.The famous model entered the room like she owned it, every inch of her radiating confidence, her high-end designer dress draped perfectly over her frame. Her presence was magnetic, every movement drawing attention as cameras flashed in her direction. Linda knew how to work the room. She knew how to stay in the headlines, even when she wasn’t trying.Ava watched Linda from the edge of the crowd, her stomach twisting with a mixture of dread and curiosity. Linda was a force—impossible to ignore. But Ava didn’t need to guess what Linda was up to. She could feel it in the air, the way t
The gala, once a celebration, had quickly become a circus. Ava stood just inside the grand hall, watching the chaos unfold around her. The room buzzed with gossip, whispers cutting through the air like knives. News of the alleged troubles in her marriage to Alexander had spread like wildfire, and now, she was the star of the evening—though not for the reasons anyone had hoped. Linda’s attack had only fueled the fire, and Ava could feel every set of eyes on her as she took a slow, deliberate breath.She straightened her back, forcing herself to stand taller, her heels clicking sharply on the polished floor as she walked past a row of reporters. Their cameras flashed at her with relentless speed, eager to catch a glimpse of the woman they saw as a victim, as the trembling wife of the infamous Alexander. But Ava wasn’t the woman they thought they knew. She wasn’t the woman who would cower or give them a scandal. Not tonight.Ava could hear snippets of conversation as she moved through th
Ava sat in the lavishly decorated room, her fingers lightly tapping on the table. It had been three years since the fallout with Alexander, and everything had changed. The tension between them was palpable, but so was the undeniable pull that had always existed. Alexander had spent the past months trying to make amends, trying to prove that he was no longer the man who had disregarded her.Tonight, he stood in front of her, the weight of his past actions evident in his eyes. “Ava,” he began, his voice steady but with an underlying vulnerability, “I know I’ve hurt you, more than I can ever put into words. I’m not asking for forgiveness overnight, but I need you to understand… I’m not the same person I was before.”Ava didn’t respond immediately. Her gaze was unwavering as she took in his words, his sincerity. She could see the effort, but there was still a part of her that hesitated. After everything, could she truly believe him again?“What are you going to do about Linda?” Ava asked,
The tension between Ava and Alexander had shifted in the last few weeks, but tonight felt like the true turning point. With each passing day, Alexander had fought to prove his sincerity, and Ava couldn’t help but notice the subtle changes in him. His once hardened exterior had softened, his words had become more genuine, and there was an undeniable effort to meet her halfway.As they sat in the same lavishly decorated room where they’d shared so many memories, Ava’s mind wandered, the silence between them a reflection of the years they had spent apart. She glanced at Alexander, who was sitting across from her, his posture straight, yet there was an underlying vulnerability in his eyes. He hadn’t always been the man she’d hoped for, but now, just maybe, he was becoming the man she needed.“You don’t have to keep doing this, you know,” Ava said, breaking the silence. Her voice was softer than she intended, but it was an honesty she felt she needed to offer. “You’ve already made your cho
Ava stood before the mirror, brushing her hair with deliberate strokes. Each movement was a rhythm she clung to amidst the chaos of her thoughts. She stared at her reflection—the woman she had become: stronger, colder, yet yearning for the warmth she had long denied herself.A soft knock interrupted her musings."Ava?" Alexander's voice came from the other side. His tone was different—uncertain.She sighed, walked over, and opened the door. Alexander stood there, his eyes dark with something she couldn't place."I couldn't sleep," he said, his voice low. "Can we talk?"Ava folded her arms. "About what?"He stepped closer, but not enough to invade her space. "About... us. About what happened."Her heart tightened. "We've talked enough, Alexander. Words aren't enough."His eyes flickered with pain, but he pressed on. "Then let me show you."Before she could respond, he moved closer and cupped her face gently. His thumb brushed her cheek, and for a moment, she let herself soften. She had
Alexander sat in the dimly lit study, eyes fixated on the laptop screen while Liam worked tirelessly beside him. Neither of them had slept.Sleep was a luxury they couldn’t afford—not when Ava was missing.The room was silent except for the sound of Liam’s fingers flying across the keyboard, searching through databases, cross-checking records, and digging deeper than ever before. Alexander’s mind, however, was in chaos. His chest was heavy, his thoughts dark.Ava had been acting off before she disappeared, and he had ignored it.Now, every interaction replayed in his head—her distant stares, her hesitation when she spoke, the way she avoided his touch. He should have paid more attention.Liam suddenly inhaled sharply, breaking the silence.“I found something,” he said, his voice tense.Alexander straightened, eyes sharp. “Talk.”Liam turned the laptop toward him. On the screen was a list of hotel logs, timestamps, and security reports.“The Mayfair Hotel,” Liam murmured. “She was ther
"I believe you are delighted to see me in here. I am the rightful madam of this mansion, and you will do all I tell you without an ounce of resistance. Did I make myself clear?"Linda’s voice rang through the grand living room, filled with arrogance. She sat comfortably on the luxurious couch, legs crossed, smirking as she addressed Monica, the housekeeper.Monica, an elderly woman who had been a part of the household for decades, stood still, her hands clasped together. Though her face remained neutral, there was defiance in her eyes. She had served this household with loyalty and care, and now, here was Linda—someone she never respected—demanding authority.The evil that has been circulating around her young master for years, and she was more than happy Ava became the wife because if not, things would never remain the same.Linda’s lips curled further at Monica’s silence. "I asked a question. Did I make myself clear?"Before Monica could respond, heavy footsteps echoed from the gran
The door to the mansion closed behind him with a soft thud, but the weight in Alexander's chest was anything but soft. His mind buzzed, reeling from the conversation with Linda. Her words echoed in his mind over and over, suffocating him, dragging him further down with each repetition."You betrayed her, Alexander. You had to know it would come to this."He stumbled through the grand hallway of the mansion, his footsteps heavy, dragging him toward the one place he had hoped he would never find himself again—the bedroom. But it was here, in the silence of the room, that his mind went blank. He leaned against the door frame, unable to fully process what Linda had said.“If only I had known.”The thought kept repeating itself like a mantra. He had been so consumed by his own insecurities, so lost in the façade of control, that he never stopped to consider the consequences of his actions.Had he truly betrayed Ava’s trust?The realization hit him like a punch to the gut. He could feel the
Alexander tapped his fingers restlessly on the couch, his jaw tightening with every passing second. His phone sat beside him, the screen dark. He had tried calling Ava more times than he could count in the last few hours, but now, the calls weren’t even going through.At first, she had ignored them—he was sure of it. The line had rung, but she never answered. Then, it had gone silent. No ring, no voicemail. Nothing.His frustration deepened. His mind ran in circles, conjuring worst-case scenarios.Where was she?Was she still angry? Had she booked a hotel just to get away from him?That was something Ava would do. She had a stubborn streak, and after their argument, he wouldn’t put it past her to stay out just to make a point.But—she should have at least texted.She knew he’d worry. She knew he wouldn’t rest until he knew she was safe.Alexander exhaled harshly, rubbing his temples. His patience was wearing thin, and so was his ability to stay calm.The house was eerily quiet except
Ava stepped out into the open air, inhaling deeply. The crisp morning breeze carried a hint of damp earth, mingling with the faint scent of gasoline from passing cars. The sky was a dull gray, heavy with clouds that threatened rain, but she barely noticed.Her head was a tangled mess, emotions running rampant like a storm she couldn’t control.Sliding into the driver’s seat of her car, she gripped the steering wheel, closing her eyes for a second. Breathe, Ava. Just breathe.She had left the house without a clear destination, but one thing was certain—she needed space. She needed clarity.And she wasn’t going to let things remain this messy.The engine purred to life, and she pulled onto the road, not speeding, not rushing—just driving. The city was awake, the streets filled with people who had their own struggles, their own battles.For the first time in days, she wasn’t drowning in the overwhelming pain of betrayal. Instead, she let herself think.Rewind.Everything started with Ale
Ava ran, her heart pounding against her ribs like a trapped bird desperate for escape. The cold marble floor barely registered beneath her bare feet as she fled down the hallway, her vision blurred by the tears streaming down her face.Her sobs were muffled, strangled by the lump in her throat.She didn't stop until she reached the master bedroom. All instincts gone , has she forgot that she was pregnant.Slamming the door shut behind her, she fumbled with the lock, twisting it with shaky fingers. The soft click echoed in the silence, a fragile barrier between her and the man on the other side.Alexander.He was already there.She could feel him pressing against the door, his presence suffocating even without sight. His voice was urgent, pleading. "Ava, open the door. Please. Let me explain."But she didn’t want to hear it.All of it—lies.He had told her he was heading out to finalize their vacation plans. A vacation that was meaningless now. How had he ended up with Linda instead? T
The night air carried a faint chill, mingling with the soft hum of the city beyond the towering glass walls of the penthouse suite. Dim lights cast long shadows across the luxurious space, flickering like ghosts on the smooth marble floors. It was the perfect stage for a well-orchestrated plan, one that had been carefully set in motion long before tonight.Linda stood near the window, her slender fingers lightly tracing the rim of a wine glass. Her lips curled into a smirk as she turned her gaze toward the man standing across the room.Alexander.She had him right where she wanted him.He was as guarded as ever, his sharp eyes scanning the room with suspicion, but that didn’t matter. He had made a mistake coming here, and soon, he would realize just how grave of a mistake it was.Alexander didn’t know what awaited him, the trap set in delicate precision. He thought he was here to put an end to things, to erase the blackmail that had kept him tethered to her grasp. But Linda had no int
Alexander lay beside Ava, his arm securely wrapped around her as she slept. He had already instructed Monica to prepare something light in case Ava woke up hungry later. She had barely eaten anything before going to bed, and knowing her, she might wake up in the middle of the night craving food.But despite the warmth of Ava in his arms, Alexander’s mind was far from peaceful. Linda. The name alone made his jaw tighten. Her constant messages, the late-night calls, the way she clung to the past like it was all she had—it was draining him. He had to find a way to put an end to it for good.Yet, deep down, he hesitated. He knew Linda wasn’t in a good place. She had her own demons to fight, and a part of him felt guilty for wanting to cut her off completely. But then he glanced down at Ava, who sighed softly in her sleep, and he knew where his priorities lay.Sighing, Alexander closed his eyes. He tightened his grip on Ava, pulling her closer, feeling the gentle rise and fall of her chest
“Who was it?” Ava asked, her voice soft but laced with curiosity, just as Alexander had predicted.Alexander’s chest tightened for a moment, a slow sigh escaping his lips. They had reached the point where lying shouldn’t be necessary anymore, but something about this, about the situation, made it harder for him to tell the whole truth. He’d never been one to hide things from her, but this? This was different.The truth about Linda was something he couldn’t bring up. Not now. Not with everything already fragile between them. He could already imagine the way Ava’s eyes would darken with worry, the way her mind would spiral into doubt and fear. He didn’t want that for her, not tonight. He couldn’t risk it. The weight of his secret was heavy, but he would carry it alone if it meant protecting her from that pain.“Oh, it’s just work,” he replied quickly, trying to keep his voice steady, his face neutral. “But I’ve taken care of it. It’s no issue at all.”Ava didn’t seem fully convinced, bu