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!Alexa’s POVThe years that followed our wedding were a quiet, happy blur. We were a family now, a simple family of three, and our life was a world away from the chaos and conflict of the past. Our days were filled with the small, beautiful moments that make up a real life—the sound of my son's laughter echoing through the halls, the sight of Antonio, a man who had once commanded an empire, now just a father, teaching our boy to throw a ball in the backyard.I had found a happiness I never knew was possible, and I saw a peace in Antonio's eyes that had never been there before. He was a different man now, a man who had traded his power and his ruthlessness for a love and a kindness that was so pure it took my breath away. He was not just a father; he was a friend, a mentor, and the most patient, loving man I had ever known.We were raising our son with a sense of peace that was so absent from our own lives. We taught him to be kind, to be honest, and to be brave. We taught him that true
Alexa’s POVMy mom’s visits were always filled with a quiet tension. I loved her, but there was a distance between us ever since the hospital incident, a space filled with all the things we never talked about. She had always struggled to believe that I had found a real, honest love, and now that I was a mother myself, it was even harder for her to accept.She came to the house and held Alex, my son, a small, beautiful life in her arms. She looked at him with a profound love, but there was a hint of sadness in her eyes. I knew she was thinking about the past, "He's beautiful, Alexa," she said, her voice a soft whisper. "He looks just like you.""He has Antonio’s eyes," I said, a small smile on my face.She looked at me, a flicker of something close to pain in her eyes. "He's a good man," she said, almost to herself. "I never thought... I never thought you would fall for someone like him. In all honesty, I still find it hard to believe all this is happening."I knew she was struggling.
Don Antonio’s POVMy phone rang, a sharp, insistent sound that shattered the quiet of my peaceful afternoon. It was Alexa. Her voice was thin, and filled with a cold, controlled fear I hadn't heard in a very long time. I was instantly on high alert, immediately dropping the rake I was using to clear the garden and focusing my attention on her."Antonio… baby,” she said, her voice a small whisper. "I got one weird package that has your name on it. It is wrapped in black, and your name is written on it with a golden ink."A cold dread washed over me. I had seen this before. I had sent these messages before. This wasn't a warning; it was a declaration of war. I raced home, my mind a blur of old reflexes and new fears. I found her in her studio, holding a small box. Her hands were shaking. I took it from her, my heart pounding against my ribs.“Where is baby Alex?” I asked in a worried but sharp tone.“He is already sleeping. I didn't want him affected by any of this.”I frantically unwra
Don Antonio’s POVThe baby was finally here, and our world was filled with a new kind of light. But even with a new life in our arms, there was still one more thing to do, one more final step to take in building our new future. We had to build a nursery, a safe, beautiful space for our son, a place completely free from the shadows of our past.We spent days designing and building it together. It was a beautiful, chaotic blur of paint swatches, wood shavings, and tiny baby furniture. We were so different in our approach. I was a man of control and order, wanting everything to be perfectly planned. I had spreadsheets and blueprints, and I had even hired a team of designers to come in and do the work.But Alexa, with her artist's heart, just laughed at my plans. "Antonio," she said, her voice filled with a gentle, patient love. "We're building a home, not a fortress. It has to be ours. We're doing this together."She was right, of course. We sent the designers home, and we got to work, j
Don Antonio’s POV The next nine months were a time of waiting and a kind of quiet excitement I had never known. The world, with all its former demands and dangers, faded into the background. All that mattered was the new life growing inside Alexa and the incredible change it brought to both of us.I had been a man of action, a man who planned every move and expected a quick result. But a pregnancy taught me patience. It was a slow, beautiful journey with no shortcuts. I found myself humbled by it. I would attend every doctor’s appointment, my old suit and tie replaced with a comfortable sweater and jeans. I would sit there, my heart pounding, just waiting for the doctor to put that little wand on Alexa's stomach and show us the new life growing within her. I'd listen to the fast little heartbeat, and in that sound, I found more joy than I ever did in the roar of a crowd.I became a doting husband, attending to her every need with a tenderness that I never knew I was capable of. I wou
Alexa’s POVThe doctor’s office was quiet, but my heart was thumping so loud I was sure Antonio could hear it. I was holding his hand, and his grip was so tight it was almost painful. For a man who had always been in control, who had never shown a flicker of fear, he was more nervous than I was. The doctor smiled, her eyes filled with a gentle, shared joy, and then she said the words that changed everything. "I can guess that someone is panicking. But you don't have to. Infact, I would say a very big congratulations to you. You're pregnant."A wave of pure, overwhelming joy washed over me, and when I turned, I saw Antonio's face break into a genuine, radiant smile that reached his eyes. He let go of my hand and wrapped his arms around me, holding me so tight I couldn't breathe. It wasn't the kind of celebratory hug a man gives when he wins a deal or closes a merger. It was a hug filled with a profound sense of awe, of gratitude, and a beautiful, quiet humility.In the weeks that follo