Alex’s POVMy phone buzzed sharply, cutting through the relative silence of the study. Finn’s name lit up the screen.“Boss, you’re about to miss your flight,” Finn said without preamble.I frowned, glancing at the clock. “I’m not late. I’m ready to leave the mansion. Did something come up? Weather? Some last-minute change in the schedule?”“It’s not the weather,” Finn said grimly. “It’s Devon. He knows about the summit in Bangladesh. He’s got men both here and waiting for you there.”“What the hell are you talking about?” I snapped, straightening in my chair.“He wasn’t bluffing when he said he’d go after the business,” Finn replied. “This is more than just a message. It’s an ambush.”“How did you find out?” I demanded.“Our security detail in Bangladesh flagged a suspicious personnel change. Someone swapped our regular guys for a new team. I looked into them. Turns out they’ve worked for Devon before. It’s not a coincidence, Alex.”“And you’re sure?”Finn didn’t hesitate. “Positive.
Alex's POVThe tension in the air was electric as Finn and I huddled in the mansion’s study, the scent of coffee and adrenaline mixing in the air. Devon’s bold move to infiltrate my security and try to kill me had crossed every line. Tonight, it was time to end this.“Boss, we’ve confirmed his location,” Finn began, his voice low and clipped. He spread a detailed map of the east side warehouse district across the desk. “He’s holed up here, in a makeshift hideout. He brought more men, but they’re spread thin.”I studied the map intently, my eyes narrowing. “What’s the situation?”“Our surveillance team has eyes on him. He’s using the back entrance of the warehouse as a base of operations. There are at least six men stationed outside—more inside, guarding him. But here’s the thing: they’re not expecting us to make a move this quickly.”I nodded slowly, formulating a plan in my head. “Good. We’ll strike before they can regroup. What about the security detail here? Kelly and the rest?”“D
Kelly’s POVThe air in the mansion was cool; Alex and Finn had bottles of champagne taken to the room I was restricted from going into. I could hear men cheering on; Daniela gave me a glass of champagne too.I knew what had happened. I knew Devon, who was planning to kill Alex, was gone, and for some reason it increased my interest in Alex instead of growing my fears. Just about then, Alex walked into the room; I smiled at him, and he flashed back a smile.“Now that Devon is gone, how safe do you think we are?” I asked softly, my voice breaking the stillness like a crack of thunder.Alex’s back was to me, shoulders taut under the weight he carried. He turned his head slightly, his jaw sharp in profile. For a long moment, he didn’t answer, and I wasn’t sure he would.Then, finally, his voice came low and steady.“Yes, Devon is gone, but we still need to be careful, as he isn't the only enemy I have.”.I swallowed, pressing my palms into my knees to keep my hands from shaking. “So in
Alex’s POVThe room was alive with the sharp sting of victory. Bottles of champagne cracked open, foaming over the rims as the men cheered, their voices filling the cold emptiness of the mansion. Devon’s death was cause for celebration, or so it seemed, another threat eliminated, another hurdle cleared.I sat at the far end of the large study, the heavy mahogany desk between me and Finn, who leaned against the back of a chair, a glass of whiskey dangling from his fingers. His face carried that familiar smirk of satisfaction, the one that came after a job well done, but his eyes lingered on me. He could always tell when I wasn’t as pleased as I pretended to be.“You did the right thing, boss,” Finn said, tipping his glass toward me. “Devon had to go. The bastard wouldn’t have stopped until he destroyed you and the company.”I exhaled slowly, rolling the whiskey in my glass, watching the amber liquid swirl like the thoughts in my head. “It was necessary,” I agreed, my voice low and stea
Kelly’s POVThe awkwardness from the kiss lingered in the air like a dense fog, making it hard for me to think, let alone act normally around Alex. Every time I replayed it in my head, I felt my cheeks flush and my stomach tighten. Why had I kissed him back? And why did it feel like a line had been crossed that I wasn’t ready to face?I spent the next morning avoiding him. The thought of seeing Alex made my palms clammy and my chest tighten with embarrassment. I opted to stay in my room, pretending to be buried in my laptop, though the screen was blank. My thoughts were scattered, and every few minutes, I found myself staring off into space, remembering the feel of his lips on mine.Daniela popped her head into my room without knocking, as usual. “Hey, you okay? Haven’t seen you all morning.”I jolted, slamming my laptop shut as if I’d been caught doing something I shouldn’t. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just tired.”Her eyebrows shot up, and a knowing smirk curved her lips. “Tired, huh? This wou
Kelly's POV“Urghhhhh,” I groaned, slamming my laptop shut for the fifth time that morning. This was my fifth attempt at revamping my college application, and each time, I seemed to sink deeper into a pit of self-doubt. One moment I was confident about my essay; the next, I convinced myself it sounded juvenile.The weather wasn’t helping either. It was overcast, and the gloom seemed to match my mood. I let out a loud sigh. “I’m frustrated!” I yelled into the empty room.Scrubbing my hands down my face, I tried to refocus, but my thoughts kept drifting. Alex had beaten me fair and square in last night’s Scrabble game, something I didn’t think was possible. He’d gloated for a bit, but after that, we ended up talking late into the night about school, the future, and everything in between.He didn’t go to school in the U.S., but he was insistent that I should. “It’s better for you,” he’d said, with a tone that brooked no argument. “Not just for your education, but for your safety too. And
Kelly's POV I woke up the next morning sore but determined. Mia’s training had lit a spark in me. Despite my initial skepticism, I couldn’t deny the satisfaction I felt after the session. Today, I’d continue pushing myself, but Alex had hinted at a surprise, so I was curious to see what he had planned.I rolled out of bed, threw on some workout gear, and headed downstairs. To my surprise, Alex was already waiting in the living room, sipping his coffee and scrolling through his phone. Don’t you ever sleep?” I muttered under my breath, stretching out my stiff muscles.“Morning, Pumpkin,” he said without looking up. “Ready for round two?”“Round two my ass; seems like round two hundred.”.I groaned dramatically. “Can’t I just lie in bed all day? My muscles feel like they’ve been run over by a truck.”He chuckled, setting his mug down. “No pain, no gain, right? Besides, you’re the one who said you wanted to improve your curves. How do you intend to add that to your training? I hope you
Kelly's POVThe morning started off like any other: training with Mia and Alex keeping a watchful eye over my progress. But beneath the routine, I couldn’t shake the unsettling feeling I had woken up with. It gnawed at the edges of my mind, a whisper of something waiting to unravel.As I sat on the porch cooling down from the day's grueling workout, my phone buzzed on the table. I absentmindedly picked it up, expecting another alert or perhaps a message from Daniela checking in. What I saw, however, sent a chill down my spine.Dain: “We need to talk. Alone. I’ll tell you everything you need to know.”My heart stopped for a moment. Dain. The name itself felt like venom on my tongue. After everything he and Holly had done to me, betraying me and nearly getting me killed, I hadn’t heard a single word about their whereabouts from Alex's men. Alex’s men had been searching for them tirelessly, but they seemed to have vanished into thin air. And now, here he was, sliding back into my life as
Kelly’s POVI opened my eyes and found out it was morning.Alex’s arms were still wrapped around me as I stirred awake, his steady breathing tickling the back of my neck.“You’re awake,” he murmured, his voice still husky with sleep.“Barely,” I replied, snuggling closer. “It feels too early to get up.”“That’s because it is,” he said with a low chuckle. “But you have to. Work calls, doesn’t it?”“Why do you always ruin perfectly good mornings with the mention of work?” I teased, turning in his arms to face him.“Because I’m the responsible one here,” he said smugly, brushing a strand of hair away from my face.I rolled my eyes. “Right, Mr. Responsible. Weren’t you the same person who tried to convince me to skip work last week for a spontaneous road trip?”“Guilty as charged,” he admitted, grinning. “But that’s because I wanted to spend more time with you.”“And now you’re rushing me out of bed. Make it make sense, Alex.”He laughed, his blue eyes sparkling. “Fine, stay in bed. But d
Kelly’s POVI lay sprawled on the bed, fresh from the shower, my damp hair clinging to my shoulders. The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast a warm hue over the room, while the faint hum of night crickets filled the air. My fingers trailed lazily over my phone screen as I scrolled through a few work emails, though my mind wasn’t fully engaged.Tomorrow was going to be another busy day at work, and I was debating whether to wear the cream blouse with the floral pencil skirt or stick with the classic black dress that never failed me. I sighed, tossing my phone to the side and staring up at the ceiling, pondering the endless decisions that came with adulting.The knock on the door startled me slightly, pulling me out of my thoughts. Before I could respond, Alex pushed the door open, a boyish grin on his face.“Do you ever wait for an invitation?” I teased, sitting up and pulling the blanket over my legs.“You don’t seem like the type who’d turn me away,” he shot back, stepping fully into
Alex’s POVI sat across from Kelly, watching her sift through the shopping bags scattered across the floor. She had an almost childlike excitement, carefully pulling out each item as if she were rediscovering them. "How many more bags do we have?" she asked, tossing a playful glance my way. "Too many," I replied, grinning. "But every single one was worth it." She held up the shimmering silver gown, the one that had everyone in the boutique staring. "This one... I still can't believe you picked it." "Why not?" I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees. "It’s you. Bold. Stunning. Unforgettable." Her cheeks flushed, but she quickly masked it by holding the dress against herself and twirling. "You’re laying it on thick tonight, Alex." "Is it working?" I teased. She shrugged, smirking. "Maybe." Just as she was about to sit, my phone buzzed on the coffee table. The sharp vibration cut through the room's cozy ambiance. Kelly’s eyes flicked to the screen. "Work?" she asked, her
Alex’s POVI stood by the dining table, watching Kelly prepare her plate, completely unaware of the thoughts swirling through my head. She looked radiant, even with her hair slightly disheveled and her morning robe loose around her shoulders. Moments like this reminded me of why I fought so hard to keep her in my life."Are you going to just stare, or are you actually going to eat?" she teased, flashing me a mischievous grin as she stabbed a piece of toast with her fork.“I was just wondering how someone could look so beautiful and innocent, not that you're so innocent ,” I replied smoothly, pulling out a chair and sitting beside her.“Flattery, you know I sometimes don't see this beauty everyone sees; you know I feel cute from time to time, but sometimes I feel you all just exaggerate how I look,” she said, though I caught the blush rising in her cheeks.We started eating in silence, though Kelly’s idea of eating seemed to involve finding creative ways to make me laugh.“Here,” she s
Kelly’s POVAs I walked back into the mansion, my heart was still racing from the confrontation with Gina. Every word of our exchange replayed in my mind like a warning siren. I couldn’t let her get to me or Alex. My resolve was firm, but I couldn’t ignore the sense of foreboding creeping up my spine.I pushed open the door, determined to shake off the unease. To my surprise, Alex was standing by the doorway, arms crossed, his expression unreadable. The intensity in his eyes made my steps falter.“Alex,” I said softly, my voice betraying my nervousness. “I didn’t know you’d be waiting here.” Was he listening all this while?He didn’t respond immediately, his piercing gaze locked on mine. My heart sank. Had he heard? “Say something,” I screamed in my head.“You called Gina,” he said evenly, though there was an edge to his tone.I froze, the blood draining from my face. “You—uh—you heard?” I made myself walk closer in order to not show how shaken I am thinking he's about to pick an offe
Kelly’s POVThe day after the attack was chaotic, yet there was a strange sense of normalcy in the routine. At least, on the surface. I had spent most of the morning engrossed in my work at the front desk, filing appointments, organizing schedules, and handling client correspondence. The attack was still fresh in my mind, but Alex had assured me that it was under control. He hadn’t gone into detail, though, and I didn’t press him. After all, I had enough on my plate already.By the time lunchtime rolled around, I decided to surprise Alex and Daniela with an order from their favorite restaurant. I picked up my phone and placed the order quickly, hoping it would cheer Alex up. He’d been distant, his mind clearly elsewhere.Once the food arrived, I carried it up to Alex’s office. Daniela was already there, seated on the couch, her laptop balanced on her knees.“Lunch break!” I announced, placing the bags on Alex’s desk.“Finally,” Daniela said, stretching. “I was starting to think I’d ha
Alex’s POVThe morning after the attack, I woke to the quiet tension that had filled the house. Kelly was still asleep, her figure serene in the soft morning light. For a moment, I let myself breathe. I needed this—the calm before the storm.Downstairs in my office, Marcus and Daniela were already waiting for me. The air was charged with unspoken thoughts.“Boss,” Marcus began, “we finished going through the car and found this.”He handed me a manila folder.I flipped it open, scanning the contents. My stomach twisted into a knot as I read the message inside:“Hello, Alex. You thought I’d fade into the shadows, but I always leave a trail. Evidence of your little empire’s skeletons is in my hands. I’m not looking to sell it to the authorities yet... but I want you to think carefully about what I can do with it. Choose wisely, darling. Gina.”Attached were photos of documents—some real, others fabricated—that painted a damning picture of my business dealings. She had also included incri
Alex’s POVThe soft hum of my office heater was the only noise as I leaned back in my chair, reviewing our latest quarterly reports. My focus was razor-sharp; after all, I had an empire to run. I didn't want this to be a front anymore; I want something more legal for Kelly's sake. Yet, as always, thoughts of Kelly lingered at the edges of my mind.Her birthday had been a success. She was radiant, happy, and, most importantly, by my side. Everything I did was for her, whether she realized it or not.The intercom on my desk crackled, breaking my concentration. "Mr. Bloodhound" came from the voice of Paul, one of the security guards stationed downstairs."Yes?" I responded, sitting up straight."Sir, there’s a situation with your car. One of the rear tires is punctured. It looks deliberate," he said, his voice unusually tense."Deliberate? How certain are you?""Very certain, sir. Should I have it inspected further?""Stay there. I’ll send someone to check it out," I said, immediately en
Kelly’s POV"Kelly! Kelly, wake up!" Alex’s voice jolted me out of a dream I couldn’t quite remember. His hand was warm on my shoulder, shaking me gently.I groaned, rolling over. "Alex, it’s still dark out. What are you doing?""It’s 8 a.m., Angel," he said, his tone playful but firm. "Come on, get dressed. We have somewhere to be."I sat up, blinking. "Somewhere to be? On a Sunday? Alex, I had plans to sleep in and maybe binge-watch some crime drama."He grinned. "Well, your plans just changed. Trust me, you’ll love this.""Do I at least get a hint?""Not a chance," he said, tugging the blanket off me. "Now hurry up. I’ll be downstairs. You have twenty minutes."I groaned again but swung my legs off the bed. "Fine, but this better be worth it."By the time I made it downstairs, dressed in jeans and a cozy sweater, Alex was leaning against the kitchen counter, sipping coffee. He looked up and smiled. "Ready?""As ready as I’ll ever be," I said, grabbing the cup he’d set out for me. "