Alexander's POV My heart broke when I saw a taxi that took Millie away from me. When she left our apartment, I called after her, begging her to stay. I ran to the hall to find out the elevator door closing. I took the stairs, hoping I would catch Millie before she left the building, but I was too late. I caught a glimpse of her wavy hair in the back of a cab just driving away.After returning to the apartment, I trashed half of my living room. Everything here reminded me of her and the future I may have lost for good. Everything bore her touch and scent. Millie's absence was overwhelming. The woman of my life had left me, and I had no idea what to do now.She had every right to hate me because I could not muster the courage to be honest with her, as I should have from the start. I kept telling myself I had time to tell her the truth, but now the time was over. I tried to act like I always did in the business, keeping my head cool and considering the pros and cons. I kept finding exc
Millie's POVWhen Gabrielle entered the room, I kept staring at my phone, unable to move. " Is he already begging you to come back to him?" She asked jokingly, but I had no strength to join her. Thinking about Alex was not on my list right now. I was still mad about all his secrets. He could keep them to himself for all I cared. " That is not funny, " I mumbled, and Gabrielle raised her brow. " Well, I did not press on you yesterday, but today, you need to tell me what is going on." I shrugged my arms. That was the point. What was happening? " Okay, you don't have to tell me yet, but we will return to that. What do you want for breakfast?" Gabrielle offered me a questioning look, heading towards her kitchen. " Look at this," I said, making her stop. " You phone? Sorry to break it for you, but I have seen it before." " I highly doubt that you have seen something like this before, " I replied, and now she was intrigued. " What is it?" " I just received two million dollars," I
Alexander's POV" She caught the bait, " I smiled at John when he put the phone down. " She did, but I still think it is a bad idea," my friend gave me a side-eye, but I only waved my hand at him. " Let me remind you that it was your idea," I pointed out, and he gave me a nasty look. "That was not what I meant by helping her," John replied dryly, and I rolled my eyes. " Maybe, but it worked, and that's what matters. I knew Millie would not let such a thing slip. She is too honest for that." I knew exactly what to do when transferring money from the company account. Millie would never accept something she did not work for, and the amount was much higher. Of course, in my opinion, she deserved all the money in the world, but two million was enough to put her on edge. There was no way she would not try to get to the bottom of this. And that was what I was counting on.John shook his head, defeated. " I hope she would not get mad again. I thought you were going to win her back, not p
Third party POV" Of course, I understand. No, that is not a problem. I hope we will have a chance to work again in the future." I hung up, gritting my teeth. What the hell was going on? It was the fifth phone call since morning, and it was only 11 am. I hit my desk with fury. This was not looking good. One by one our partners were calling to cancel their contracts with us. No matter how convincing I was, I could do nothing to make them change their decisions. Some of them worked with us for years and had no complain about our service. I could not think of a single reason that could suddenly change their minds. I pressed my temples, thinking about the solution, but I could not come up with any idea. The situation became dramatic, and I knew what I had to do. I grabbed my phone, dialling Brown's number. He would find out anyway, so I preferred him to hear it from me. " Hello," Brown picked up almost immediately. Judging by the sound in the background, he was back in the hospital with
Millie's POV. I was job hunting again. I could not rely on the money I received. Maybe it was a mistake, and I would have to return them. In the last months, I stopped believing in my luck. There was always something that would turn the events against me. I scanned the offers, and nothing seemed interesting, but I had to start somewhere. My laptop pinged, announcing the new email. Maybe one of the companies I applied to decided to give me a chance. My breathing sped up when I noticed it was from Foster Inc., and my mood instantly dropped. That was the moment. They checked everything, and I had to give the money back. I clicked on the email with my shaking hand. I read it carefully once and then again. The CEO really wanted to meet with me. I could barely imagine how such a busy man could find time for some irrelevant conversation. My hands were still shaking when I typed a reply. Well, I guess I was going to talk to one of the most powerful people in this country. I c
Third-party POV The conversation with Mark left me completely drained. This man seemed to be the perfect tool for my revenge, and was found useless. It felt like a sign from the gods when I met him a couple months ago. His being Millie's boyfriend was an excellent opportunity to come after her. When I met Gabrielle, I knew I had found a perfect woman. She was utterly smitten with my charm, obedient, ready to fulfil my every need. That was the woman I could keep by my side. She was in love with me, and I used it to the fullest. Gabrielle was beautiful and intelligent, she looked good by my side. With her law education, she could keep up with the conversation. Gabrielle was like a perfect accessory; all my lawyer colleagues praised me for finding such a woman. Our relationship seemed perfect, and I could not ask for more, at least for now. Of course, she sometimes brought up the marriage, but until now, I could devise perfect excuses to keep her on a leash. I was not ready
Millie's POV The closer to Friday, the more anxious I was. I could not explain that, but I felt this day would change my life. I still hold on to the idea of asking Mr Foster to give me a chance to work for him, but at times it seemed inappropriate. Maybe I should stick to my original plan and consider my small business. Probably, I would have to leave town as my family would find a way to sabotage it somehow. Maybe moving out would be the best for me. The new place seemed great for a fresh start. I would miss Gabrielle, but I am sure she would understand my decision. I thought about Alex. He kept invading my thoughts more and more often during those last days. I did not want to admit it, but I missed him. Even with my friend's support, I felt that something was missing. Last night, I had a dream that left me with an aching pain in my core. Alex's hands were exploring my body. Goosebumps covered my skin, and I shivered in pleasure. His smooth fingers were dancing aro
Alexander's POV" It is... nice, but I have better. More revealing, if you wanna know " Natasha nodded, pushing the bag back to me. " " I do not know, and I am not interested at all. Even the thought of this is repulsive." I mumbled, glaring coldly at the man staring boldly at my companion. Natasha furrowed her brows, pretending to be offended by my tone, but then she noticed my expression." Is everything okay?" She asked, utterly oblivious to her presence's effect on this place. Men were gaping, and some were almost drooling. I wouldn't mind if they were here alone, but most weren't. I felt sorry for the women accompanying them. " I shouldn't take you to public places," I said, shaking my head, embarrassed in the name of all good guys. " Why?" Natasha looked around and sent a dazzling smile to all the guys who were not fast enough to turn their heads fast enough. " Let them look. That is all they can have." " I do not care about them. But those women do not look happy." "I'm so
Chapter one. Margot's POV I woke up with a slight groan. My head was killing me. I pressed my palm to my throbbing temples, hoping that would ease the pain and help with nausea. The room was dark, but I could swear it was spinning. This night out was a bad idea. I should have never agreed to that. Unfortunately, it was impossible to say 'no' to Nicole, my best friend. She could be very persistent when she wanted. ‘ Focus your eyes on something familiar’, I have instructed myself, trying to return to reality. I blinked my eyes a few times since my vision was blurry. Slowly, furniture shapes became clearer, and panic rose in my chest. Nothing looked familiar here. I was in a room I had never seen before. ‘ Don't panic. There has to be an explanation,’ I thought, but then I realised how outdated this advice was since my heart was already thundering in my chest. I took a deep breath to calm down. I have checked myself. My body was naked, but there were no ropes or tapes. Tha
Millie's POV Two months later " Is it him? Is this my nephew?" Sandra asked with excitement when I showed her a photo. " He is so cute!" I smiled gently. We were sitting in the visitation room. It was my second visit this month. At first, I had no idea how we were going to talk to each other after everything, but now, we have built a thin, still unstable, but present connection. " They moved mother to the other jail. They did not tell me where," Sandra looked at me seriously. " I am sorry," I mumbled, unsure what else I could say, but my step-sister surprised me by saying: " I am not." I raised my brow, hoping she would elaborate. " I feel free for once, considering all that," Sandra pointed to her surroundings. " I am no longer suffocated with her scheming. I am going on therapy, trying to figure out what I want to do, who I want to be when I leave." " And do you know?" I asked gently. It was so different, so new to talk to Sandra like that. Our conversation for t
Third-party POV" Mary, Mary, Mary," I sighed heavily, " I honestly thought I would not see you again, and yet, there you are." " You requested my presence, so I do not understand this disappointment in your voice," Mary Lousie leaned back in the chair I had offered. " I ordered my people to bring you here. That is not much of a request, don't you think?" I have never liked her arrogance. Maria Louise Ortis started her journey by breaking the law quite early, as she was only seventeen when I met her. She was one of those who called themselves ' young guns', but for me, it was nothing more than a pathetic attempt to be seen and respected. I had no idea why she chose that path, but she became a regular, getting back in jail for more or less serious crimes. Unfortunately, last time, she was very unlucky. She got herself into a brawl, and her opponent died from the wounds. He had a health condition that caused heart troubles, but one way or another, Mary helped him to get to the other
Millie's POV" Sandra?" I asked in utter disbelief. Was this nightmare to end one day? Everything was slowly getting in place; now, I had to face my past again. My knees wobbled, and I sat on the curb. " What do you want?" I muster to ask. " Millie, I need to tell you something, and you need to listen to me, please, " Sandra's voice was the opposite of what I remembered. It sounded the same, but the tone was completely different. " How did you get my number?" My voice was ice-cold. Sandra and Deborah should be locked in the cells. I could not imagine what my stepsister did to make this call. I saw the lights in a distance, and relief washed over me. Alex was close, and I did not have to face it alone. He stopped the car, and I mustered to get back on my feet. When I sat in my seat, my husband looked at me with concern, but I just shook my head and put the call on a speaker. " Does it matter right now? I have something important to tell you, so please listen to me," Sandra pleade
Third-party POV " So, how is it going to be?" I glanced at the woman before me. Mary Louise, or Fat Mary, as I liked to call her, was a strange persona, but she acted like a queen here in jail, constantly bragging about her connections in the outside world. I found an excellent opportunity to call her out on her bluffs. Fat Mary laughed as if I told her an amusing joke. I leaned back on my chair, waiting for her laughter to die down. I watched her show with a cool indifference. " You are here for a few months, and you act like you own the place," Mary looked at me with her brows knitted. " You even dared to ask me to meet you." "A couple of times, if my memory serves me right," I replied, unfazed by her acting. " My people told me you had an offer," Fat Mary crossed her arms on her chest, and I almost chuckled upon hearing how he put an accent on ' my people.' " They were right," I said calmly. " So, I am here. What do you bring to the table?" I took a deep brea
Millie's POVI stretched myself on the bed and glanced at Alex, who was still peacefully sleeping. It has been two weeks since we renewed our vows, and my life looked like a dream. Firstly, my husband convinced me to change our apartment to something more suitable for a family. " Parker is growing; soon, he will need more space," he pleaded, arguing, and I could not disagree with him. " But I love this place. Here, I can be myself, Millie, not the wife of big, scary tycoon Alexander Foster," I replied, wrapping my arms around him and kissing his neck. " And I thought you liked being married to me," Alex pouted, and I giggled, looking at him. " You know what I mean. Life was easier back then when you were, well... you." " I am... still me, but this man has to take care of his family," Alex mocked me, pointing to his chest. " I am no longer an old teenager, hiding here to experience some normal life away from my family surname." " I get it," I exhaled, hanging my head low. I unde
Third-party POVMy eyes widened, and my jaw clenched as I looked at the newspaper in my hand. The massive title on the first page felt like a stab as I read it repeatedly. "The heir of the biggest company is out of the market." The bright, red letters looked almost as if they were on fire.I have found the page where the article continued. It was filled with smaller photos, and my rage grew as I looked at them, trying to follow the text. " Alexander Foster, heir of the Foster Inc., finally found happiness. Last week, he married a young woman, and the wedding became an event of the year. The ceremony was an official celebration as the couple married almost a year earlier and greeted their first child a few months ago. The wealthiest people in town were invited to the party, which lasted the whole night. Everyone who means something in the business world congratulated the newlyweds." In the rest of the article, some guests were mentioned by their names; indeed, it was the cream of so
Millie's POV I touched the delicate flowers placed almost everywhere, filling the air with its intoxicating scent. I was thinking about the last four months. Handling the newborn baby and planning the wedding caused a lot of chaos in my life. Luckily, Gloria, Alex's mother, offered to take charge of the wedding, and I was entirely grateful for that. I had nothing to worry about, knowing she had an excellent taste. In her capable hands, this wedding would be nothing but perfect. And I was not wrong as I glanced at all the details she had carefully chosen. If Gloria had ever started the wedding planning business, I am sure she would have been successful. I smiled to myself. All of that was crazy if anyone would ask me. I loved Alex, and we were already married, but I could not refuse his wish. Even if that meant being at the centre of attention. Our wedding would be filled with people I had never seen before, but as long as Alex was by my side, I had nothing to worry about.
Alexander's POVI looked at my wife and bit my lips when she squeezed my hand with full force. The labour lasted for the last couple of hours, and she was already exhausted, and there was no chance for all of that to be over soon. Nurses and midwives were coming and going while my brave Millie fought with contractions. All I could do was to be with her and support her the best I could, even if that meant enduring her cursing and insults. " It is all your fault," Millie hissed through her teeth, and her face twisted in pain—another contraction. Her forehead was covered in sweat, and her hospital gown was permanently stuck to her body. I wish I could take the pain away, but that was impossible, so let her take all the frustration on me. Like any good husband should. " I hate you. Why you couldn't be more careful?" Millie spoke again, but I was unfazed by her words. She was in a lot of pain that did not want to go away. " I will not let you get close to me again."" I know," I replied,