Alexa's POV
Tears stung at the corners of my eyes as his words reverberated through the large office space, bouncing back to my ears. I couldn't bear the harshness, nor could I bear the man from whom those words were coming. "You're a worthless piece of shit! Just take a look at what you have caused! We lost all those millions because of you!" he screamed. "Dad…" I began. "What is it, Alexa? Are you ready to explain how these documents were signed?" he demanded, flinging the papers at my face. The tears that had stung at the corners of my eyes now clouded them, threatening to spill down my face. "I don't know anything about those papers, Dad. I wasn't the one who signed them." He snorted at my words. "But those are your damn signatures! If you weren't the one who signed them, then who did? Who freaking did?" His eyes burned with fury as he glared back at me. I had to bend my head when I could no longer stand the heat of his gaze. Just then, the office doors opened, and the familiar sounds of heels clicking on the floor announced who had entered. I didn't bother raising my gaze from the floor, knowing it was none other than Elsie, my step sister. Her confident steps told me she was more than excited about the issue I was having with our father. It's not that I was expecting her to be anything else but happy. Elsie hated my guts with everything within her and hadn't hidden it even for one day. "Here are the papers you asked for, Daddy," she said in an excited tone. "Hand them over to your sister," Dad replied to her. She came closer to where I was and gave me the papers. "Take, Alexa." The amusement underlying her tone told me that whatever was in those papers wasn't good for me. My eyes widened as I scanned through the words written on it, "you want me to resign from my position as the CEO?" "That's right," Dad confirmed, "I've lost enough millions all because of you. I need you to sign those papers right now." "But Dad…" I began. "I said now, Alexa! I don't want to hear any more of your silly excuses," he stormed over to where I was and landed a thunderous slap on my cheek, "the damages you have done to the family business are enough!" I held the side of my cheek where the slap had landed and signed the papers with shaky hands. "Good," he scoffed, "This is the only good thing you have done in a long time." I heard Elsie squealing excitedly behind me. I thought she was being the typical Elsie until Dad motioned for her to take a seat. She rushed to my former chair with a speed faster than that of light and relaxed in the chair. "Even though you are the younger one, I believe you are smarter than your sister and will take good care of our family business," Dad told her. "Of course, Daddy! I am way better than my older sister. Don't worry, Daddy, Bavarish brand is in the best hands," she bragged and shot me a mischievous look. I gasped on realizing what just happened. Then I burst into tears the next second, while Elsie burst into laughter hearing my cries. "This is not fair, Dad!" I cried out. "Life is not fair, Alexa," he replied, "Besides, I can't sit still and watch you run down my company to the ground. I put blood, sweat, and tears to get Bavarish to where it is now." "And mind you, those aren't the kind of tears he is talking about," Elsie chimed in with a mocking tone. "You're so smart, my baby," Dad told her. He went further to where she was and kissed her lovingly on the forehead. "See, I told you," Elsie boasted as a reply, "And I am going to make you proud, Daddy." The tears continued flowing. I couldn't control them, nor could I stand the betrayal I was witnessing. My dad seeing me as a dumb blonde, instead of the smart girl he raised me to be, was one of my worst nightmares. And I was seeing it come to pass. The pain felt stronger with each passing second. Running the family business was so important to me. He just broke my heart into a million pieces by taking the one thing I loved doing. Never had I imagined that there would be a day when Dad would compare me to Elsie, my younger stepsister, who I gave a solid five-year gap. To think he just chose her over me. What else would he do? Fire me from the family business and marry me off to some old grumpy billionaire? My broken heart shattered more at that thought. And just when I thought I had had enough heartbreaks and embarrassment for one day, the universe sent another. The door opened while I was still sobbing uncontrollably, and the voice I heard next made me wish that the floor would open and swallow me up. "Donald," he greeted my father. "Don Antonio. You are here," my dad responded. My godfather came into the office with his majestic steps and stood right next to me. He cupped my face and raised my head to look at him. That single touch from him sent shivers running down my spine. When I stared up at him and into his gorgeous gray eyes, it felt like the world stopped rotating. "From the looks of it, I believe you have broken the news to her," he said to my father without taking his eyes off me. "And she isn't taking it well. She has been grumpy ever since," Dad responded to him. "But there is no need to be sad, little Alexa. It's not as if you are leaving the company or anything. You are simply changing positions." He must have noticed my confused frown because he continued, still not breaking eye contact, allowing me to remain mesmerized by them, "Instead of being above every other person, you will now be working under me." My eyes widened at what he just said. No! Hell no!Don Antonio Hell no was the answer I gave my dearest friend, Donald Bavarish, when he suggested that I invest in his fashion and lifestyle brand—The Bavarish. He had complained several times how my goddaughter was running down the businesses for years and needed to stop her before she ruined the business completely. I had said no because accepting the offer would mean Alexa ruining not just me, but the friendship I had maintained with her father for over thirty years. My good friend had crazy ideas. Not only had he begged me to invest my money, which is a piece of cake since I had too much of it running in billions. He wanted me to invest my time too, and in no other person but Alexa. How was I supposed to spend time with someone I should be avoiding? Alexa had everything any woman could wish for. A drop dead-gorgeous face, a banging body, and a well-working brain. Her fellow ladies would love to have what she has got, while most men lusted after her. Including me.I have lost c
Alexa's POVI sat down opposite him, stunned from his sudden change of mood. He didn't even wait for me to settle down properly on the chair opposite his before launching into a rundown of the business. It was all facts and figures, a fast-paced gush of information. He insisted that I had been so soft with my way of running the business, and that was why I failed."So, you see, your father was right. The company's bottom line has been slipping. It's clear you haven't been taking care of the right areas," he said, his voice a low growl.My dad had been on my case about it for months. I knew the numbers were off, but I had been focused on building up into new markets, on creating a vision for the company's future. My dad had always been worried about the bottom line, and now Don Antonio was singing the same tune."I know the numbers aren't where they should be, but we've been making progress. The new markets have huge potential. We just need to give it time," I said, trying to keep my
Alexa's POVThe hot water cascaded down my back, but it didn't wash away the lingering ache in my chest. It was the same ache I felt every time I remembered what happened to Mom. How Dad stole her rightful place and gave it to his new wife. I was fifteen when Dad decided to trade her in for a younger model. The divorce ripped our family apart. The pain of it was a gaping wound that never quite healed.Dad's new wife, Claire, was everything Mom wasn't. Blonde, bubbly, and with a smile that never seemed to falter. She was twenty years younger than him, and she'd sneaked her way into our lives with a charm that Mom never possessed.I hated Claire. I hated how easily she'd won Dad over. How she seemed to fit into his life so effortlessly. And how she'd used her beauty and cunning to get everything she wanted.Mom had been a mess after the divorce. She was always anxious, always on edge. She had these episodes, these sudden bursts of anger, and she'd lash out at everything and everyone. S
Don Antonio's POV It was damn hard to go to work with Alexa in the office the next day, especially after she had left in anger the previous day. I felt guilty for agreeing to the crazy idea Donald had set me up for. If I hadn't agreed, maybe he wouldn't have gone ahead and fired her from the CEO position. Now I had to make up for it by helping her. She was my goddaughter, and I couldn’t let Elsie, the other daughter who isn't even Donald's biological daughter, take over the company. I couldn’t let her destroy everything Alexa's mother had built over the years. She built Bavarish right from scratch, even before she met Donald and agreed to marry him. I might have acted nonchalant when Donald divorced Alexa's mother and took over her company, but not this time around when I could do something to stop another unfair act. So I went to the office, my heart pounding in my chest. She was already there, sitting at her desk, her emerald green eyes focused on the papers in front of he
Alexa's POV My whole body tensed up at the first contact his hand made with my butt. The pain quickly spread all over my body. However, I was shocked when I started getting excited each time his hand landed on my butt. It's like my body betraying the anger I was supposed to feel towards my godfather for thinking of punishing me in the first place.He got to seven, and I raised my butt a bit higher for him, eager for his hand to land another firm spank on my soft butt cheeks. It did, and a low moan escaped from my throat. I licked my dry lips nervously as I waited for the next one.But his hand hung in the air. "It seems like you are more of enjoying the pain instead of enduring it.""Huh?" I asked in a low voice. "This was meant to be a punishment. What is wrong with you, Alexa?" He cautioned me.My godfather's voice was sounding different. Like he was in between annoyed and amused with me. I cranked my neck a little bit sideways to see his facial expression. My brow creased in con
Alexa's POV I sighed in relief when I saw my godfather's familiar figure and majestic steps as he came towards me. Seeing him alone washed almost half of the tension gripping my body. "Little Alexa…" he murmured, pulling me into a hug.I clung tight to his embrace as if my whole life depended on it. "Thank you for coming," I whispered.He loosened his arms a little from my body, but didn't release me. "Tell me what happened to your mother."He took me to the nearby chair in the waiting area. I narrated everything that happened to Mom to him. He listened to me, while some of his fingers were unconsciously pulling at the strands of my hair. "The doctors had sedated her for now, but they couldn't promise me anything. I don't know if Mom would be alright or not."He embraced me again, holding me tight onto his chest. "It's going to be alright."He talked to the doctors after consoling me. He couldn't get much out of them since they would have to run some tests on her before they coul
Don Antonio's POV I couldn't stop staring at little Alexa's lush naked body standing just a few feet away from me. It took everything in me not to take a step towards her. I wanted nothing more than to grab her onto my body. I swallowed hard and lowered my eyes to the floor, even though the only place I wanted my eyes to be staring directly at Alexa's plush boobs with pink succulent nipples. She cleared her throat. The sound was so seductive to my ears. My head snapped back up again, as if I was being controlled with a remote. My eyes found hers this time around. I found myself drawn to her emerald green eyes. I stared until I got lost in them. There seemed to be a magnetic force pulling me to her. She cleared her throat again. Regardless, it couldn't distract me from the soulful connection going on. "Thank you so much for taking good care of me, godfather," she said. My eyes left hers and lowered to her lips, which were so pink and pouted. I couldn't hold it back anymore, nor
Alexa's POV I woke up with a knot in my stomach the size of a grapefruit. My head throbbed with the remnants of yesterday's emotional rollercoaster. Mom was still in the hospital, and the doctor said that she had another episode early this morning. Regardless of the craziness happening around me, all I could think about was him.Don Antonio. He'd been so kind, taking care of everything while I was a mess. Then there was that moment... the one that made my cheeks burn even now. The way he looked at me, the way he almost… But I couldn't go there. He was practically family, my godfather. Yet, the warmth of his touch on my face lingered, confusing me even more than the situation with Mom.Should I go to work or head back to the hospital to be with Mom? I had to finish up with the lessons my godfather was teaching me. But the thought of leaving Mom alone, vulnerable, made my throat tighten. Did she even need me there? I reached the hospital and sat in the chair beside her bed, taking he
The villa was a haven of tranquility, a place designed to soothe the soul and heal the body. The gentle rhythm of the waves lapping against the shore, the fragrant scent of the tropical flowers, the luxurious comfort of my surroundings – all of it should have brought me peace. But it didn't. It couldn't.I spent hours by the infinity pool, the warm sun on my skin, the cool water a temporary balm against the fire that raged within me. Isabella was attentive and kind, her presence a constant, gentle reminder of my need for rest and recovery.Her touch was gentle, her voice soothing. She brought me fresh fruit, read to me from books, and tried, with unwavering patience, to engage me in conversation. She was everything they said I needed. Everything except her.I would smile, offer polite responses, and attempt to feign interest in her stories. But my mind was a battlefield, a constant struggle against the relentless tide of longing that threatened to consume me.Everywhere I looked, I sa
The apartment was a dimly lit sanctuary, the silence broken only by the rhythmic ticking of the clock on the wall. Jeremy’s call had hung in the air, a gentle reminder of the dinner he had planned, a dinner I was woefully unprepared for. I hadn’t even started getting ready. My clothes lay scattered on the bed. My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, a relentless replay of Don Antonio’s voice, his laughter, the feeling of his hand in mine. How is he? Is he alright? Does he miss me as much as I miss him? The questions echoed in the quiet apartment, drowning out any attempt at rational thought. I stared at my reflection in the darkened window, a pale, drawn face staring back. My hair, usually carefully styled, was a tangled mess, pulled back into a haphazard bun. I hadn’t bothered with makeup, and the dark circles under my eyes spoke volumes about my sleepless nights. Jeremy’s invitation, meant to be a gesture of kindness and support, felt like an impossible task. The thought of dressi
Alexa's POVMy phone, lying face down on the kitchen counter, buzzed, shattering the oppressive quiet moment Sarah and I were enjoying. I hesitated, my hand hovering over it, reluctant to break the fragile shell of my peace. Finally, I flipped it over. Jeremy’s name flashed across the screen.“Hey,” I managed, my voice hoarse, a mere whisper.“Alexa? You sound…rough,” Jeremy said, his voice laced with concern. “Are you alright?”“As alright as I can be,” I replied, trying to inject a semblance of normalcy into my tone, but it was a poor attempt.There was a pause, a moment of shared silence that stretched between us. I could almost feel his empathy, his unspoken understanding.We hung up after catching up with work and making plans for dinner the next day. The silence returned in the room, but this time, it felt different. It was still heavy, but it was no longer suffocating. It was a silence filled with the echo of Jeremy’s affection towards me, a reminder that I wasn’t entirely alon
Don Antonio's POVI shifted restlessly in the bed, the faint ache in my chest a dull echo of the deeper pain that gnawed at my heart. Xavier and the doctor stood at the foot of the bed, their expressions a carefully constructed blend of concern and authority. They had won. They had convinced me."It's for the best, Don Antonio," the doctor had said, his voice calm and measured. "You need to focus on your recovery. The change of scenery, the peace and quiet... it will do you good."Xavier had echoed his sentiments, his usually stoic face softened with a rare hint of pleading. "It's what's best for you, sir. A chance to heal, away from the stress."They spoke of stress as if it were a simple ailment, a manageable inconvenience. They didn't understand the depth of the wound, the gaping hole in my soul that threatened to consume me. The thought of leaving Alexa, of putting distance between us, was a torment. Every fiber of my being yearned for her, for the sound of her voice, the warmth o
46. A Glimmer of HopeAlexa's POVMy heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the suffocating silence of Elsie's apartment. "Anything?" I echoed, my voice barely a whisper, the word hanging heavy with desperation. "What do you want? No… How much do you want?"Elsie's eyes gleamed, a predatory glint that sent a shiver down my spine. "Oh, Alexa," she purred, her voice laced with amusement, "you know I'm not interested in money.""Then what is it?" I pleaded, my voice trembling. "Just tell me. What do you want from me?"She rose from the sofa, her movements slow and deliberate, like a cat stalking its prey. She circled me, her gaze lingering on my face, her smile a cruel mask."Like I have said over a thousand times, I want you to suffer," she said, her voice dropping to a low, menacing whisper. "I want you to feel the pain I've felt. I want you to lose everything you hold dear."Her words hit me like a physical blow, a wave of nausea washing over me. "You're insane," I
Alexa's POVThe silence of my apartment was suffocating. It wasn't just the absence of Antonio's laughter or the warmth of his touch. It was a deeper silence, a void where our shared secrets and forbidden desires once thrived.I paced the living room, my restlessness a physical manifestation of the turmoil within me. Antonio's rejection, his cold dismissal, had left a gaping wound in my heart. But even amidst the pain, a nagging unease lingered, a shadow cast by Elsie's lingering threat. I haven't forgotten that she knows about my godfather and me and will use it against me any moment from now. The thought was a chilling reminder of my vulnerability, of the precariousness of my situation. What was she planning? What was her endgame?I couldn't shake the feeling that Elsie was the key to everything. She was the puppet master, pulling the strings, orchestrating the chaos that had engulfed my life. I had to confront her, to find out what she wanted, to understand her motives.With a sur
Don Antonio's POV The silence after Alexa left gnawed at me. The image of her retreating figure, the echo of her unspoken apology, ignited a firestorm of emotions within me.Betrayal. Disappointment. Anger.How dare she? How dare she come here, after everything, after her lies and her deception, and expect forgiveness? How dare she look at me with those pleading eyes, as if she were the victim?My chest tightened, a familiar pressure building, but this time, it wasn't the lingering effects of the heart attack. It was a raw, unadulterated fury that threatened to consume me.My gaze fell upon the tangle of tubes and wires connected to my body, the lifelines that bound me to this sterile prison. They were a symbol of my weakness, a reminder of my vulnerability. And I hated them.With a surge of adrenaline, I ripped the tubes away, the sharp sting of the needles tearing from my skin barely registering. The heart monitor erupted in a frantic alarm, the shrill sound echoing through the roo
Alexa's POVMy father's question hung in the air, a heavy weight pressing down on me. How could I explain the tangled web of lies, the hidden relationship, the guilt that gnawed at my soul?I opened my mouth to speak, but the words wouldn't come. My throat constricted, tears blurring my vision. I felt a wave of dizziness wash over me, the weight of the situation threatening to crush me.My father's expression softened, his eyes filled with concern. "Alexa," he said, his voice surprisingly gentle, "tell me what is going on?"I shook my head, unable to speak, unable to meet his gaze. I felt his hand on my shoulder, a reassuring touch that only intensified my guilt."Come on," he said, his voice firm but kind. "Let's go somewhere we can talk."He led me to a quiet corner of the lobby, away from the prying eyes and hushed whispers. I sank onto a chair, my body trembling, my mind racing."Now," my father said, sitting beside me, "tell me what's going on. Why are you here? Why were you argu
Alexa's POVThe hospital lobby was a blur of white coats and hushed whispers, a stark contrast to the chaos raging within me. My heart thumped against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat urging me forward, even as my legs trembled with fear. I had to see him. I had to know he was alright.Jeremy had dropped me off at the entrance, his expression a mix of concern and hesitant support. I barely registered his words as I rushed through the automatic doors, my eyes scanning the crowded space for a familiar face.I spotted a nurse at the reception desk and rushed towards her, my voice trembling. "Don Antonio Bavarish," I stammered. "I need to see him. I'm..." I hesitated, the words catching in my throat. "I'm a close friend."The nurse's expression was polite, but her tone was firm. "I'm sorry, ma'am, but I can't give you any information without authorization. Are you family?""No," I admitted, my voice barely a whisper. "But... but I need to see him. Please."Before the nurse could respond, a fam