Millie's POV
" I think it will be all for today, " I said, standing up. The members of my board nodded and left the conference room. I sighed with relief. Budget meetings were always long, but today, we managed to finish it in record time. I was buzzing with excitement as it was my and Mark's anniversary. Since all urgent matters were sorted, we had time to celebrate it properly. He was recently complaining about the time I was spending at work. I could understand it, but on the other hand, I did not want to disappoint my father. This place was like a child to him, and I promised to take good care of it. But today, I was done with my work. " Goodbye, Lucy," I offered a warm smile to our receptionist on my way to the taxi. " Goodbye, boss." She replied with a slight nod. I'm not too fond of cabs, but Mark asked me to borrow him my car since his car broke down not long ago. He was not working today, but I was sure he had planned something for us that required a trip. We have been together for three years, and I felt like the happiest woman in the world. Mark was handsome and charming, and we shared a similar sense of humor. I could often see how other women looked at him with jealousy, but Mark only focused on me. The ride to our apartment took me about ten minutes, and I felt growing excitement. I had a feeling that this evening would be very special to me. And Mark did not disappoint me. When I came home, I immediately noticed rose petals scattered around the floor and candles in every corner. It was so romantic that I could cry. I heard the running water, which meant Mark was taking a shower. ' Wouldn't it be nice to join him?' I thought to myself, placing my bag on the hanger in the hall. Since it was a tempting option, I quickly ran to our bedroom and undressed myself. I put on a bathrobe to cover my nudity. Call me a prude, I do not care. I approached the bathroom, and my hand froze on the knob when I heard moans coming from inside. Those noises took me by surprise. Was Mark helping himself with some inappropriate videos? That was not like him at all. Or maybe I was oblivious to that. I felt a little cheeky today, so I decided to catch him red-handed. It might be fun to watch him explain himself. I would never consider my man to be a naughty boy. With a wide grin, I turned the knob and pushed the door open. " Suprise!" I yelled with a giggle. And indeed, it was a surprise for the three of us. Mark froze in the middle of pumping the woman, whose breasts were pressed to the shower glass wall, now on full display. I could not see her face as it was covered with wet hair, but I recognized her voice the moment she squealed, covering herself. It was my stepsister! My fiance was fu*king my step-sister on our third anniversary. "Millie," he said in a shocked tone, as my presence here surprised him. " What are you doing here?" " It is my apartment. What is she doing here?" I hissed, pointing at Sandra, who hid behind Mark's back but glared at me with a smirk. " It is not what you think," Mark said, grabbing a towel to cover himself. " I think it is exactly what I am thinking," I replied coldly and left the bathroom. I could hear Sandra saying something, but I could not understand it. Not that I cared. I locked the door and grabbed my clothes to dress myself. I heard someone leaving the bathroom, and soon, Mark was banging at the door. " Millie, please let me in. Let me explain everything." When I was ready, I did as he asked, but just to push him away on my way out. I stopped only to grab my keys and bag. When I glanced back, I noticed Sandra standing at the bathroom door. She was still naked. The triumphal smile was dancing on her lips. I left the house before they could see my breakdown. When I finally reached my car, the hot tears rolled down my cheeks. This evening was supposed to be remarkable. And indeed it was. I have started my car, not sure, when I am supposed to go. The answer came almost immediately. My phone rang, and it was my best friend, Gabrielle. " How are the little doves?" She chirped as soon as I picked up the phone. " Can I stay at your place for a while? " I asked in a shaky voice. " Is it wine or whiskey?" " Whiskey," I replied immediately. That was Gabrielle, she did not ask any questions.Millie' POV " This bi*ch has no shame!" My best friend said, forcing a glass of whiskey on rocks into my hand. " She was not alone there, you know," I replied, dropping on her plushy, pink couch. Gabrielle could be a successful lawyer, but she always said being a princess was her absolute dream. Her place was almost all pink with some glittery and sparkly accents. It was not my style, but still, I felt at home here. Especially since my family home was not so welcoming anymore. My father remarried three years after my mother's death. I was ten at the time. His new wife, Deborah, moved in with her nine-year-old daughter, Sandra. I felt happy for my father, and I wished for him to have someone close. Unfortunately, from the very beginning I knew that Deborah did not like me much. She was always cold and distant, but my father was smitten with her. He often told me I should give her more time to know me better, and I followed his advice, but nothing changed. Deborah could
Millie's POV And there I was. I sit on the bench with a cup of coffee beside my feet. In just a matter of minutes, I became homeless and lost my job. The only thing that was not bothering me was Mark. Sandra could keep him for herself. His betrayal stung a little, but I had serious problems to think about. First, I will have to find a new job. My phone rang again. It was Gabrielle. She had been calling me for the last twenty minutes, but I was not ready to talk to her right now. I sipped my coffee, thinking about my current situation. What was the most hurtful was my father's betrayal. I always knew he wanted to be Sandra's favorite stepdad, but I would never imagine he would turn his back on me. But there he was, sitting quietly while Debora and her good-for-nothing mother were humiliating me in every possible way. He allowed them to take everything from me like I was nothing to him. If my mother would be still with us, nothing like this would happen. But she was long gone
Alexander's POV I looked at my father, trying my best to hide my annoyance. How many times can we return to the subject I was not too fond of? Why they can't let me live the way I want? " Seriously, Dad? This again?" I asked, shaking my head. " Yes, son, this again." He replied coldly. Maxwell Foster was a tough man who built his empire and ruled it with an iron fist. He never gave up, no matter what. Now, as his son, I became the CEO of Forster Inc. I have worked at this company for many years, starting at the bottom and climbing. I could be the only son of my father, but he made sure I would learn to respect everyone's work here before handing me the highest responsibility. I proved myself, and now he could retire with peace of mind. Our company was one of the largest in the country and needed to be supervised without a break, but I loved it. Someone would say I was a workaholic, but my office was my favorite place, right after my apartment, which was a man's cave.
Millie's POV I arrived at Gabrielle's place fifteen minutes later. She was busy preparing the dinner and setting plates on the table. I quickly noticed that there were three plates. " Is someone else coming?" I asked, even if I knew the answer already. After all, I was greeted with the smell of curry at the entrance—Gabrielle's boyfriend's favorite dish. My best friend blushed, and I knew I was correct. Michael was coming. Awesome, that was precisely what I needed today. Me and Michael never got along. Gabrielle met her boyfriend at one of those fancy lawyers' events and got smitten almost instantly. They were a couple for more than four years, and he still did not propose to her, even if she was the best thing that happened to him. I doubted he could see that. Of course, as any good lawyer, he could play any role perfectly. In front of Gabrielle, he was a loving and caring boyfriend, but I had more than one chance to see him glancing at other women for much longer th
Alexader's POV I could not stop thinking about the woman I accidently met not long ago. After the first impression when I thought she was the drama queen, I changed my mind. Apparently, she was going through some hard times, and I only saw a woman who cried over the spilled coffee. " I usually do not act like this." She told me back then, and those words replayed in my mind. I knew nothing about her, but when I heard the words homeless, jobless, and cheated, I could not stop myself from offering her my number. Now, I was questioning myself why on earth I did that, but at the moment, it seemed to be the only right thing to do. What the hell was wrong with me? I blamed my parents for my actions. Why? Because they taught me to show compassion to those less fortunate. My parents set them as examples by being active members of several charity organizations. When I was younger, I could not understand how privileged I was by growing up in a wealthy family. All I could see was
Millie's POV I stormed out of the bank, leaving speechless Lindsay behind me. There was only one person I wished to see right now: my wicked stepmother, Deborah. I reached my family's house in no time and barged in without waiting for an invitation. It took me only a second to locate this vicious woman. I was lucky, and my father was also there. " How could you do it to me?" I asked as soon as they noticed me. " What are you talking about?" Deborah asked innocently. " Do not play dumber than you actually are," I hissed, ready to rip off her hair. "Millie, watch your mouth. You are speaking to your mother." My dear father spoke for the first time. " Fresh news, she is not my mother," I snapped back at him. " What brings you here?" My father asked, his tone got colder. " Is it not my house anymore? Do I need a reason to visit?" I asked sarcastically. " Not when you come here in a state like this, throwing some accusations. What is it this time?" My father looke
Alexander's POV I was in the middle of a heated conversation with John regarding my next-day schedule when my phone rang. Since the amount of people that required my attention already made me annoyed, I answered the call with my coldest tone. " Hello?" I asked, skipping any pleasantries. " Hello, it is Millie..." I heard the voice on the other side. " Wrong number," I replied shortly, ready to hang up. I had no memory of the woman whose name was Millie. It was probably another journalist who bribed someone in the company to get my private number. I almost pressed the end-up call button when I heard the words that stopped me from doing that. " I am Twelve." She said, waiting for my response. " Give me a second," I told her in a much calmer tone, at the same time motioning to John that it was an important call. He left the office, shooting me surprised glances, but I ignored him. " Hello, Twelve. How are you?" I almost cursed myself for such a pathetic question.
Millie's POV I looked around Alexander's place and from one glance, I could say it was a man cave. But to be honest, it was surprisingly neat. I wondered if he cleaned it before the meeting or if it was just his habit. Most men I know are messy, and their homes look like dumpsters. This was a pleasant exchange. " I will show you your bedroom," Alexander said, pointing to one of the doors. I followed his directions and found myself in the cozy little bedroom with a built-in wardrobe, double bed, and a bedside drawer. It was a perfect guest room. " Thank you," I said so quietly it almost came out as a whisper. " Not mention it." Alexander waved his hand dismissively. " I will get us something to eat. It is not healthy to only survive on coffee. Make yourself comfortable. With those words, he left the room, and I sat on my new bed. It was time to let Gabrielle know I was going to be moving out, so I pulled out a mobile and searched for my friend's number. " Hey Ga
Millie's POV It was painful to see Gabi like that. She looked like a complete mess. I did the only thing I could do at the moment like that. I sat next to her and hugged her tightly. " Are you sure about that? It is quite a serious suspicion," I said, stroking Gabi's hair while she was sobbing. I was never a huge fan of Michael. This man was, in my opinion, controlling and incredibly possessive. We never clicked, not that I tried too much. He seemed the complete opposite of what I would imagine Gabrielle would like dating. But as long as my friend was happy, I had no other choice but to suck it up. I moved my hand and lifted Gabi's face. " Talk to me. I can not help you if you won't tell me what is going on," I told her softly. Gabrielle took a calming breath, and I handed her a tissue. This woman was always a perfect picture of independence. I could not stand seeing her so broken because of a man. " I don't know, but he is different. Cold, distant." Gabrielle
Millie's POV The following two weeks passed in the blink of an eye. Since Brian's team started work, the whole construction site has changed. After the first week, they managed to build a complete base of the warehouse. They were professional and organised; I could say they were better than the workers from my father's company. Brian was friendly and easygoing. Working with him was a pleasure. He often joked around, but at the same time, he treated his job very seriously. I could finally relax, knowing my project was in good hands. With Brian's help, I could finish this task way before the deadline. After the first troubles, everything was going smoothly. And all of that was possible because of Alex. This man was like my guardian angel, sent by the heavens at the worst time of my life. I only doubted that any angel would be so good in bed. Every day, he asked me about my progress, and I had to remind myself not to overload him with stories, as he probably was asking out
Third POV Sandra sat on the sofa and crossed her legs. Mark sat next to her, placing his hand on her tummy. " How is the baby? How was a check-up?" Sandra lowered her gaze to hide a smirk forming on her lips. She left their apartment early under the pretext of having an appointment with a midwife. Instead of going to the hospital, she spent time with her friend, who gave her old ultrasound photos of her daughter. Maxine knew Sandra's plan and agreed to participate, as she had never liked Millicent. If there was anything that could harm Sandra's step-sister, Maxine was full on board. Now, Sandra handed the photos to Mark, watching his face lit up. " Our baby is magnificent. And so is you. The pregnancy has no impact on you. Your body is still perfect. " Sandra chuckled. " I am not one of those pregnant women who eats everything than can, pretending it is for a baby. " She said with an innocent tone. It was obvious that her body remained the same since she was not pre
Alexander's POV. It took me over an hour to discuss the final arrangements with Michael. He tried to talk me out of my idea, suggesting that my employees would try to use the new privileges. Again, I had to remind him that he worked as MY lawyer and my decision was final. We have parted both in sour moods. Nevertheless, I could not care less about his opinion. I was exhausted, but I had a few more meetings that required my presence. Luckily, the rest of the day was relatively uneventful, and I waited for the end of the day with anticipation. I was curious about Millie's day. Did the supplier keep his word and deliver the new material? If not, I was going to keep my end of the bargain. When I arrived home, Millie was already setting up the table. She did not talk much unless asked, and when we sat down to eat, I could see she was more pushing the food around her plate than actually eating. " Not the best day?" I asked, placing my plate in the dishwasher. " It was bittersweet, I
Millie's POV I woke up to the gentle sound of my phone vibrating. I looked at the screen, wishing I could ignore it, when I saw Dave's name pop out. I had enough disasters for now, and I did not need another. Whatever he had to say, it couldn't be good if he called me at this ungodly hour. " What is it?" I finally picked up since he was calling over and over again. " Sorry, boss, but I really need you here," Dave said, and I felt like deja vu. What the hell was happening right now? Did the construction site be caught on fire? Well, I would not be surprised. " Boss, the new material arrived," Dave added, and I abruptly sat straight on the bed. I cursed myself as Alex groaned in his sleep. " I will be there soon," I said and moved out of bed. After a quick shower, I was ready, but then it hit me that I should at least make some breakfast for my husband. I made an omelette and poured him juice. One last glance at the table, and I was out. I could not sit calmly in the ta
Alexander's POV When we were done with our small exercises, I carried Millie back to our bed, still gently kissing her neck. She was exhausted, and so was I, but in the most satisfying way. I lay her on the bed and tucked in the sheets, taking space behind her back. Millie mumbled something under her breath, but a moment later, she was asleep. I watched her sleeping, and when I made sure she would not wake up, I left the bedroom. What Mark Green did was still making my blood boil, and no amount of s*x could make me calm. The options of how to make his life miserable were spinning in my head, one more vicious than previous, but I knew I could not let my emotions take over me. This matter had to be solved slowly and methodically. Like every crime, you need proof to make someone pay for their fault. I had the feeling that Millie's family would provide me with enough to make them squeal. I doubted that this moron Green worked alone. He was not the brightest bulb in the box. Someone ha
Millie's POV *** Warning*** Sex scene I was in our bed alone, and only darkness was surrounding me. Alex was still in the living room. Why was he still there? Why did he not come to bed? I am almost sure I heard him talking to someone on the phone. His voice was too quiet to understand what he said, but his tone was sharp. Alex was angry, and my chest tightened at the thought. Was he angry with me? Maybe he complained to the person on the phone about my incompetence. Does he think I am a failure? Well, at least I could not be angry about that. It was exactly what I thought right now. Alex tried to cheer me up during the dinner, and I was grateful. But how could I explain to him the whole situation? And it looked tragic. If I fail on this project, my family will sue me. I had no doubts about that. Without the materials, we could not start work. I had no funds to buy more, and I would not ask my father for a loan. He would help me, but then I would not see any penny of pro
Alexander's POV. When Millie entered the bathroom, I waited momentarily until I heard the water running under the shower. Then I grabbed the phone, knowing I would not have much time. For my luck, John picked up almost immediately. " I need you to check something for me," I said after exchanging greetings. There was no time for a small talk. " What is it?" John asked, sensing the seriousness of the situation. " The material delivered to the construction site is damaged and rusty." " It looks like a supplier fuc*ked up the order. It happens." John replied slowly. " After what I heard from Millie, this could not be messed up this much. Besides, I saw the list of her orders. It was top-quality stock. No one in their right mind could make such a mistake." I told him dryly. Of course, the order could be messed up, but not to this extent. " What are you going to do about that?" John asked, and I could sense he was smiling. " It depends on who is responsible for this
Millie's POV I was scared that the next day after our wedding would be awkward, but Alex was nothing but sweet and charming as always. I was the one acting odd, but with time, I relaxed around him. For the next few days, we spent time talking, watching movies, and fooling around. To my surprise, Alex asked me about sharing his bedroom with him. He said that that was the only right thing to do since we were married. His proposition took me aback, as I understood we were not a regular marriage, but I agreed, and we spent a day rearranging our stuff. My bedroom became a place where we could work when necessary. The first days of this new arrangement made me uneasy, but soon, I could not wait to sleep next to Alex. His presence made me calm. We also had two other "wedding nights" since we shared the bedroom. I could not lie; Alex was a great lover, making my toes curl whenever we made love. Somewhere in my mind, I compared this new life with my previous relationship with Mark. It