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 *** 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 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 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. 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
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
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
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" 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,
Millie's POV." Can you stop doing that?" I asked Gabrielle, who glanced at me confused. " Doing what?" " If you keep crumpling your dress like that, you will look like cotton candy after the expiry date. Is that how you want to look at your wedding?" I pointed to her hands, which were squeezing the delicate fabric. Gabriell immediately released her dress, but she still had no idea what to do with her hands. " I am sorry, I am just nervous." " I haven't noticed," I replied, giggling. Gabi was pacing around the room for the last twenty minutes, and it took much of my strength to stop her from biting her perfectly manicured nails. " What if he changed his mind and won't show up?" My friend glanced at me, her eyes full of panic. " He will show up. If not for you, then to check if all that money he put in this wedding was well spent, " I joked, but Gabi only raised her brow. " That is not funny," she said slowly. " Well, it was pretty funny, actually. And look, you stopped pacing.
Millie's POV Two months later " Do you think I am crazy? Do you think I am desperate?" Gabi offered me a concerned look. We were standing near the restaurant while Alex and Brian went inside. I knew my friend wanted to tell me something, so I asked for privacy. When they disappeared, she dropped the bomb. Brian proposed to her, and Gabi accepted. " Why would I think you are desperate?" I asked, sincerely surprised. " We have known each other for only a couple of months." Gabrielle lowered her head. " Maybe it is too fast." " Gabi, I am the last person to speak about someone else's desperate moves," I laughed. " I am more than happy for you. Brian is a great man, and for the last few months, he has proved that you are the most important woman to him." Gabrielle glanced at me, her face lit. " Thank you," she whispered. " Enjoy your life. You deserve it. And now, let's get inside before they send the rescue team to find us," I laughed and took Gabi's hand. "
Alexander's POV My hands were shaking when I kneeled on the floor. " Maybe it is not hers," John said slowly, trying to calm me down, but I knew that this blood belonged to my wife. She got attacked in a place where she should always be safe, and I had no idea who did it and why. But I knew I would make them pay for it. But now I have to find out about my wife. I prayed for her to be safe as I looked around the apartment. My hand baulked as I noticed that someone had touched her stuff. Our photo together disappeared. " Alex," John called my name. I returned to the kitchen, where my friend stood with a piece of paper. " I think someone left it for you to find." " You want your woman back? Prepare money," I read a note, and my rage rose. Someone hurt my wife to get my money? I would give them everything to have her back. " I think we should call the police," John suggested, pointing to my hand. " Call Adam, I do not want anyone else involved." If I could trust someo