Kelly’s POVThe whispers had been relentless since the cafeteria incident. Every glance, every half-concealed smile from my coworkers felt heavy with speculation. I knew they were talking about me, piecing together fragments of the scene they witnessed: Alex storming in, the confrontation with the cafeteria staff, and my untouched tray. It had been a whirlwind, leaving me more shaken than I cared to admit.The incident in the cafeteria had caused quite a stir, and though Alex had handled it with his usual commanding presence, it was clear that the news had spread.When I arrived at my desk, Daniela was already waiting with an urgent expression. She leaned in, her voice barely above a whisper.“Kelly,” she said, "you must have been shaken by the incident. So sorry you had to face that. Thank God Alex was watching. He wants to see you in his office. He told me to bring you there.”A knot of anxiety tightened in my stomach. It wasn’t unusual for Alex to call me to his office, but after w
Kelly’s POVThe next morning, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I actually did make Alex change his mind about me leaving the company. His concern for my safety was valid, but leaving the company felt like an abandonment of my principles. I needed to take control of the narrative, both for myself and for us.Without much thought, out of excitement, I grabbed my phone and dialed Daniela. She answered the call, her voice cheerful despite the early hour.“Kelly! Morning! Are you okay?”“Hi, Daniela. I’m okay,” I began hesitantly. “Actually, I wanted to update you about the work stuff.”“Of course! Spill it,” she said, her tone shifting to one of curiosity.I took a deep breath. “I’ve decided I’m not leaving the company. Alex and I came to a compromise. At first I accepted it because of Gina and the attempt on my life, but I need to live and not be in hiding just because some ex-wife misses what she once had. There'll be increased security measures, but I’m staying.”There was a pause bef
Kelly's POVAlex and I were finally in a good place again, and Daniela's loyalty—she is currently my only friend apart from Alex—had reinforced my belief that I wasn’t alone in this.After stretching and yawning, I grabbed my phone to check for any messages. There were lots of reactions to the article I’d written about Gina.It seemed that exposing Gina’s manipulative antics had turned the tide in my favor within the company.Amid the barrage of messages, one stood out—a reminder for my follow-up doctor’s appointment. I’d nearly forgotten about the check-up. My injuries were healing, but I was eager to hear what the doctor had to say about my progress.With a deep breath, I decided to handle this day head-on.******Later that morning,The doctor arrived at the mansion just in time. I wanted him to come early so I could return back to work.“Good morning, Kelly, been a while, dear,” he said.“Yes, it has. Thanks, Doctor,” I replied, settling in. “How’s everything looking?”He smiled re
Holly’s POVI stared at my reflection in the mirror, hatred etched into every feature of my face. Kelly. The name itself filled me with a rage I could barely contain. How dare she waltz into my life and take everything I deserved? She wasn’t just a threat; she was my enemy.I hadn’t always been this way, but life had a way of hardening you. People like Kelly always came out on top, while those like me were left in the shadows, forgotten. That wouldn’t be my fate, not this time.Taking a deep breath, I smirked at the irony of it all. The message I’d sent her earlier was just the beginning. Little did she know that her precious Alex wasn’t as untouchable as she thought. I had allies now, Alex’s rivals, desperate to see him fall, and I intended to use them.“Miss Holly,” a voice interrupted my thoughts. I turned to see Victor, one of Alex’s fiercest competitors, standing in the doorway.“Victor,” I greeted, my tone smooth. “I trust you have the information I need?”He handed me a folder,
Alex’s POVThe room was dimly lit, shadows dancing across the walls as Finn sat across from me, nursing a glass of bourbon.I picked a club for us to meet at; I didn't want it to be at home. Kelly might walk into the study or hear us. The weight of the situation pressed heavily on me; he could see it, and I knew what I was about to propose would cross a line Kelly doesn't want me to cross. But I was a Don, and in this world, mercy was a luxury I couldn’t afford."Finn," I began, my voice low but steady, "Holly has gone too far. She's not just playing games anymore; she's threatening everything we've built, everything I’ve worked for, and worst of all, she's targeting Kelly. How can such a little girl do that, and we watch her go scot-free? If it was just Kelly's betrayal, I would have allowed her to pass, but she's doing a lot to piss me off. I can't stay put."Finn leaned back in his chair, his dark eyes assessing me. "And what exactly do you have in mind? Because I know that look, A
Kelly’s POVI stared at the ceiling, lost in thought, the echoes of Holly’s threats ringing in my ears. Holly’s cruelty wasn’t just about me; it felt like an attempt to destroy everything and everyone I loved. Her relentless torment, her schemes, her obsession with Alex and me, had spiraled into something far more dangerous than I’d ever anticipated.Why is she doing this? That question plagued me endlessly. Holly was cunning, spiteful, and calculating, but what drove her hatred? It couldn’t simply be jealousy, could it? Jealousy didn’t burn this hot or last this long.I sighed, sitting up and hugging my knees to my chest. I felt powerless, constantly looking over my shoulder, waiting for her next move. Her attacks weren’t just verbal or emotional; they had become physical, calculated strikes meant to unnerve us. Alex had tried to shield me from the worst of it, but I could see the toll it was taking on him.The door creaked open, and Alex stepped in. His presence always seemed to fil
Kelly's POVThe day began like any other. The hum of office chatter, the gentle clinking of coffee mugs, and the rhythmic tapping of keyboards created a soothing atmosphere at the company. For the first time in weeks, I felt a semblance of normalcy. Alex had been more attentive than ever, and the chaos with Holly seemed to have quieted down.I sat at my desk, meticulously going over some reports, my mind drifting back to the necklace Alex had given me. It glinted softly under the fluorescent lights, a constant reminder of his love and protection. But even with the gift around my neck, a faint unease lingered in the back of my mind, an intuition I couldn’t quite shake.The door to the office swung open with a loud thud, jolting me out of my thoughts. All heads turned toward the source of the sound. Holly.She stormed in, her heels clicking angrily against the marble floor, her face twisted in fury. My heart skipped a beat, and I instinctively gripped the edge of my desk. What was she d
Alex’s POVThe house was cloaked in darkness, but my instincts were sharper than ever. My grip on the gun tightened as I pulled Kelly closer to me. “Stay behind me,” I whispered, my voice firm but quiet. I was shaken, but not by fear for myself, but by the fear that Kelly might be in danger.“Alex, please, I don't want to die. What's going on? Kelly’s voice trembled.“I’ll protect you, Kelly,” I replied, my eyes darting toward the sound of approaching footsteps.Then I heard a sinister laugh that sent a chill down my spine. “You thought you could get rid of me, Alex?” Holly’s voice echoed through the dark. She sounded unhinged, and my blood boiled at the realization that she had the audacity to come here. I didn't expect her to act so fast; she's daring.“Holly, you’re making a mistake,” I called out, my tone icy. “Leave now, and I might let you walk out of here alive.”“Oh, Alex,” she sneered. “You always think you’re in control. But not tonight.”Suddenly, the room was illuminated b
Kelly’s POVThe office was buzzing with activity, as it always was on a Thursday morning. I sat at my desk, the steady hum of keyboards and phones creating a comforting backdrop. My coffee cup sat half-empty beside me, the warm aroma mingling with the scent of fresh paper. Daniela, my closest friend at work, approached my desk with a sly smile plastered on her face.“Morning, Kelly,” she said, leaning against my desk. “You look different today. Spill it.”I laughed, shaking my head as I typed out an email. “Good morning to you too, Daniela. And what’s that supposed to mean?”“You’re glowing,” she teased. “Come on, don’t play coy. What happened? Did Alex do something romantic again? He seems like the type to make every day feel like Valentine’s Day; after all, he's the boss, and he has the money, so this crazy economy has nothing on him”.My fingers paused on the keyboard as I smiled to myself. I couldn’t keep the secret any longer. Lowering my voice, I said, “Well, if you must know...
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