Alexa's POVAs I walked into my apartment, I couldn't shake the feeling of dread that had been gnawing at me all day. The encounter with my father had left me shaken, and I knew I had to make a decision.I sat down on the couch, my mind racing as I thought about my relationship with my godfather. The passion we shared was too intense. But so were the risks and the danger.If my father had caught us, what would he have done? Would he have disowned me? I closed my eyes, trying to imagine the consequences of our relationship. It would be terrifying. But I also knew that I couldn't deny my feelings for Don Antonio. I loved him, with all my heart. And I was willing to risk everything for him.However, I had to be realistic. I couldn't just ignore the dangers. I had to find a way to make our relationship work, without putting myself or Don Antonio at risk. I took my thoughts to the shower, and it remained with me while I dressed up for the night. I met up with Sarah at our favorite bar, T
Don Antonio's POV There, standing in the doorway, was none other than Alexa's personal assistant. Her eyes widened in surprise as she took in the scene before her. I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks as I tried to scan my brain for a reasonable explanation as to why I was kissing my goddaughter.I ended up asking her what she wanted with the most serious look I could muster.She simply lowered her eyes and smiled sheepishly. "I'll just leave and come back later," she said before quickly closing the door.I turned to Alexa, who was now fumbling with her fingers furiously. "Well, that was awkward," I said to her. She chuckled. "Yeah, I guess it was. Look, I think you should go after her. You need to let her know that it isn't what she thinks.""I do not need to explain to your employee about what I was doing with you. It is none of her damn business.""Please just do it. Threaten her with her job if possible. I don't want rumors to start flying around about us."Alexa practicall
Alexa's POV I stood by the window, lost in thought. Don Antonio's proposal for a weekend getaway still lingered in my mind. It was tempting, exhilarating even. The idea of escaping the mundane and indulging in pure pleasure with him was incredibly alluring. It is the only thing in the world I want to do right now. But the risks were undeniable. Yet, there was a part of me that yearned for adventure, for a chance to live life to the fullest.Just to distract my thoughts, I scrolled through my social media feed. It didn't take me a while to stumble upon a TikTok video of an influencer preaching the philosophy of "YOLO" - You Only Live Once. Her words resonated with me, igniting a spark of rebellion. It's as if my phone could read my thoughts. Why should I let fear dictate my life? Why should I let others dictate my happiness? I'm still a young girl and I deserve to experience life to the fullest, to love and be loved without fear.When I returned home later that evening, I received a
Alexa's POV The warm Santorini air enveloped us as we stepped off the plane. My godfather, ever the gentleman, took my hand in his, his touch sending a shiver of excitement down my spine. We had finally arrived at our secret getaway, a haven of romance and adventure.As we waited for our luggage, I couldn't help but feel a sense of exhilaration. The vibrant colors of the Santorini landscape, the sparkling Aegean Sea, the promise of a romantic escape – it all felt surreal.Suddenly, I felt a prickle of unease. I noticed a man standing a few feet away, his camera aimed in our direction. He was discreet, but I was certain he was taking our picture. "Is it just me or is that man snapping at us?" I whispered, pointing towards the man. He looked in the direction I was pointing and his face hardened. "Don't worry," he said, his voice low. "I think he is one of those lifestyle paparazzi obsessed with billionaires." But the incident left a lingering sense of unease. We had been so caught u
Don Antonio's POV I woke up to the sound of Alexa's soft sobs. Opening my eyes, I saw her staring at a picture, her face pale and drawn. "Little Alexa, what's wrong?" I asked, my voice hoarse with sleep. She looked at me, her eyes wide with fear. "I knew this, I knew my guts were right yesterday. Just take a look at this," she whispered, handing me the picture.I unfolded it, and my blood ran cold. It was a photograph taken at the airport showing us kissing. My heart pounded in my chest. "What the actual heck," I breathed. Alexa's sobs intensified. "What are we going to do?" she whispered. "I'm scared."I sighed and pulled her into my arms, trying to comfort her. "It's okay, love," I whispered. "We'll figure this out. I will use my connections to find out who did this. I will try my best to fix it."But the truth was, I didn't know how to fix this. This was a disaster. Our secret was out, and I had no idea who had taken the picture or what they intended to do with it. All it would
Alexa's POV I woke up with a jolt, the memory of the previous night's events flooding back. The intoxicating scent of jasmine still lingered in the air, a bittersweet reminder of our stolen moments. I reached for my phone to check the time, only to see a text from my father's secretary. "Reminder: Presentation on the new marketing strategy tomorrow at 10 AM. Please prepare accordingly." My heart sank. I had completely forgotten about the presentation. Panic started to set in. I scrolled through my emails, finding a trail of unanswered messages from her. I had been so caught up in the whirlwind of Santorini, in the intoxicating embrace of my forbidden love, that I had completely neglected my responsibilities. Now, I would have to face the consequences. My mind raced. What could I possibly present? How could I salvage this situation? I felt a wave of panic wash over me. I had to do something, and fast. My fingers trembled as I typed a frantic reply to my dad's secretary, apologizin
Alexa's POV The flight back to the city felt shorter than usual. I was buzzing with newfound energy, a confidence I hadn't felt in a long time. Don Antonio's insights had completely shifted my perspective. I was no longer just presenting data; I was telling a story, painting a picture of the future of the Bavarish brand.As the plane touched down, I felt a surge of adrenaline. I was ready to conquer this presentation. I was ready to show my father, and everyone else, what I was capable of in moving this company forward. It should have been me and not Elsie.The presentation went off without a hitch that morning. I was nervous at first, but as I began to speak, my confidence grew. I spoke with passion and conviction, weaving a compelling narrative that captivated the audience. I made them see reasons why my ideas and strategies would push the company to its highest peak. My father, sitting in the front row, watched me with a mixture of pride and surprise. When I finished, the room er
Alexa's POVI paced the floor of my apartment, my phone clutched tightly in my hand. I tried calling Don Antonio again, but it went straight to voicemail. I started imagining the worst-case scenarios: an accident, a confrontation, anything. The thought of something happening to him, of losing him, was unbearable. Suddenly, my phone rang. It was my father. "Alexa," his voice was grave, "I need to speak with you.""Dad, what is it?" I asked, my voice trembling."Come to the office immediately," he said, his voice stern. "Something has come to my attention."He hung up before I could ask any questions. My mind raced. What did he know? Had Elsie gone to him? I rushed out of the apartment, feeling a surge of adrenaline. I had to get to the office to find out what was happening. As I drove, my mind raced. I tried to anticipate my father's reaction, to prepare myself for his anger, his disappointment. I knew he wouldn't approve of my relationship with my godfather, so I would have to bear
Alexa’s POVThe moment I stepped off the elevator onto the executive floor, the atmosphere felt thick and strange. The usual polite nods and greetings from the staff were replaced by sneaky glances and hushed whispers. Eyes darted away as I made my way towards my father's office, a palpable tension hanging in the air. It was as if I had become an outcast overnight.My former secretary looked particularly uncomfortable. She avoided eye contact, shuffling papers on her desk with unusual intensity."Hi," I said, my voice low but firm. "I need to see my father."She finally looked up, her expression a mixture of sympathy and fear. "Alexa…he's still in a meeting. And he…he really doesn't want to be disturbed.""It's important," I insisted. "Something has happened."She hesitated, glancing nervously towards the closed doors of my father's office. Then, she leaned in, her voice barely a whisper. "It's…it's all over the office, Alexa.""What is?" I asked, a knot of unease tightening in my sto
Alexa’s POVThe news about Don Antonio had sent a jolt of icy terror through me, eclipsing my own immediate problems. My father's anger, Claire's cruelty, losing my job – all of it paled in comparison to the horrifying image of Don Antonio lying injured, fighting for his life.A fierce urgency gripped me. I had to get to him. Miami felt a world away, but the thought of him being alone, hurt, fueled a desperate resolve. My mother, though worried, understood my need to be there. She helped me pack a small bag, her movements efficient and filled with a quiet determination to support me.My first practical step was booking a flight. I pulled out my credit card, the familiar platinum rectangle that had always been a symbol of my independence and security. I navigated the airline's website, selected the earliest flight to Miami, and entered my card details with a shaky hand.Then, the screen flashed red.Transaction Declined.A wave of confusion washed over me. There must be some mistake. I
Don Antonio’s POVI was aware of the sterile scent of antiseptic, the rhythmic beeping of machines, the hushed voices that seemed to drift in and out of my consciousness. They were fighting for me. I could feel it, a tug-of-war between life and the cold embrace of oblivion.My shoulder throbbed with a relentless fire, a constant reminder of the brutal violation I had endured. My vision swam in and out of focus, glimpses of worried faces hovering above me before fading back into the blurry expanse.Then, a memory, sharp and vivid, cut through the haze.The dimly lit study, the air thick with unspoken accusations. Donald stood across from me, his face a mask of anguish and fury. The years of friendship, the shared laughter, the unwavering trust – all seemed to have evaporated, leaving behind a raw, festering wound."How could you, Antonio?" he had choked out, his voice trembling with a pain that mirrored the betrayal I now felt radiating from him.I had tried to explain, to reason, to c
Alexa’s POVThe days that followed were a blur of quiet support from my mother and a persistent ache in my heart. She stayed with me in my apartment, her presence a comforting balm against the raw edges of my despair. She didn't push me to talk, but she was always there, a silent reassurance that I wasn't entirely alone.One afternoon, as I sat listlessly on the sofa, staring out at the city skyline that no longer held the promise of my future, my mother sat beside me, a thoughtful expression on her face."Alexa," she began softly, her voice gentle but firm. "You can't stay like this, I'm not okay with it."I turned to her, my eyes still heavy with unshed tears. "What else is there, Mom? My career is gone." I trailed off, the pain of their rejection still too raw to articulate fully.She took my hand, her touch grounding. "You're talented, Alexa. You have a sharp mind, and you worked hard to build your position at Bavarish Industries. That knowledge, that experience…it hasn't disappea
Alexa’s POVThe first sensation was a dull, throbbing ache behind my eyes and a thick, cottony feeling in my mouth. Sunlight, unwelcome and harsh, pierced through the gap in my curtains, making me groan and bury my face deeper into the pillow.Slowly, reluctantly, I dragged myself back to consciousness. Fragmented memories of the previous night flickered through my mind – the devastating call with Claire, the numbing burn of the scotch, the heavy descent into oblivion. A wave of nausea washed over me, a physical reminder of my self-destructive spiral.With a sigh, I reached for my phone on the nightstand. The screen lit up, displaying a string of missed calls. Several from Don Antonio. My heart gave a painful lurch. He had tried to reach me. Multiple times. There were also a few missed calls from Jeremy, and surprisingly, even one from Elsie.Confusion warred with a lingering sense of dread. Why were they all trying to contact me? Especially Elsie.As I sat up, the room swam slightly,
Don Antonio’s POV The news hit me like another blow, compounding the anxiety that had been gnawing at me since my source confirmed Donald knew. Isabella, in one of her rare moments of cruel satisfaction, had seen to it that the information reached me swiftly. Alexa had been fired. Terminated, effective immediately.The clinicality of the words sent a fresh wave of panic surging through me. Donald’s anger was clearly far more intense than I had even imagined. To cut Alexa off from her career, from her own standing within his empire, was a brutal and decisive act. It spoke of a complete severing of ties, a public denouncement that chilled me to the bone.My first thought, as always, was for Alexa. How was she coping with this? Was she alone? Was she scared? The image of her facing Donald’s wrath, and now this devastating consequence, filled me with a helpless fury. I should have been there. I should have protected her.My hand trembled as I snatched my phone, Alexa’s number already imp
Alexa’s POVThe drive home was a blur of tears and disjointed thoughts. My hands gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white, as I navigated the familiar streets, but the world outside the car window seemed alien and distorted. My father's words echoed in my mind, each syllable a fresh wave of pain.Fired. Just like that. My career, my identity within the family business, the future I had envisioned – all of it ripped away in a single, brutal pronouncement. It felt like a part of me had died in that office, leaving behind a hollow ache and a terrifying void.My whole life felt like it was unraveling. The foundation I had built, brick by painstaking brick, had crumbled beneath the weight of my father's anger and betrayal. What was I now? Just Alexa Bavarish, adrift without the anchor of my family's name and influence.The city lights blurred through my tear-filled vision, each one a mocking reminder of the life I was losing. The familiar landmarks of my daily commute felt foreign, impla
Alexa’s POV The moment I stepped into my father's office, the atmosphere was thick with a cold, simmering rage that was more terrifying than any shouting. He stood behind his imposing mahogany desk, his knuckles white as he gripped the edge, his eyes blazing with a fury I had rarely witnessed. Elsie came in at some point and stood silently to the side, her expression a strange mix of uncertainty and vindication.Before I could even open my mouth to ask what was wrong, what the urgent matter was, his hand shot out with lightning speed. The resounding crack of his palm against my cheek echoed in the sudden silence of the room.My head snapped to the side, a searing pain erupting across my face. My ears rang, and for a disoriented moment, the opulent office swam before my eyes. I stumbled back, my hand instinctively flying to my burning cheek, my eyes wide with shock and disbelief.Tears welled instantly, blurring my vision. My father had never, ever, laid a hand on me in anger. This wa
Don Antonio’s POVThe incessant lapping of the waves against the shore, once a source of fragile peace, now sounded like a relentless drumbeat, each crash echoing the anxiety that gnawed at me. Isabella's threat hung heavy in the air, an unspoken certainty that had poisoned the villa's peacefulness.Days had passed since her outburst, each hour stretching into an eternity of nervous anticipation. I had tried to distract myself, to focus on my recovery, but the gnawing unease was a constant companion. Donald's silence was deafening, more terrifying than any angry confrontation.Finally, I could bear the uncertainty no longer. I reached out to a trusted source, someone within Donald's inner circle, someone whose loyalty, though carefully cultivated, I believed I could still rely on. The call was brief, the words clipped and carefully chosen."The information you requested, Don Antonio," the voice on the other end said, devoid of any personal inflection. "It is confirmed. Mr. Bavarish is