I should have known Chester wouldn’t back down. I had barely shaken off the intensity of our confrontation last night when my assistant, Ava, rushed into my office, eyes wide. "You need to see this," she said, shoving her phone toward me. A sinking feeling settled in my stomach as I took the phone. The headline was bold, impossible to ignore. "Chester Blackwood Makes a Move on Manhattan: Billionaire to Expand His Empire in the Heart of the City." My heart slammed against my ribs. I kept reading. "Sources confirm that the Blackwood's Conglomerate is in the process of relocating its headquarters to Manhattan City. The unexpected shift has sparked speculation, especially given president Chester’s recent visit to the city. Could this move be more than just business?" I gritted my teeth. Damn him. Chester!.******CHESTER BLACKWOOD POV "She saw it?" I asked, leaning back in my chair, fingers steepled as I listened to my assistant. "Yes, sir. Her assistant nearly dropped her ph
The moment I stepped into my office, I knew something was wrong. Ava's face was pale as she shoved a tablet into my hands. "You’re trending," she whispered. I stared at the screen, my stomach dropping. "Blackwood's Conglomerate Moves Headquarters to Manhattan—And president Chester Blackwood Makes His Intentions Clear!" Beneath the headline was a photo. A massive billboard in Times Square. And on it—me. It was a shot from a gala last year, my face angled in the soft glow of chandeliers. Beneath it, in bold white letters, was a single sentence. "I’m not giving up on us." – C. Blackwood. I nearly dropped the tablet. "What the hell is this?" I breathed. Your Ava looked just as stunned. "Your supposed ex-husband bought out an entire billboard just to send you a message." My blood boiled. I grabbed my phone, fingers trembling as I dialed his number. He answered on the first ring. "Alex," he said smoothly, like he hadn’t just humiliated me in front of the entire city. "Have you
I gripped the edge of my desk, my nails digging into the wood. He wasn’t just chasing me anymore. He was embedding himself into my world. Into everything I built. My heart raced. Not with fear. Not even with anger. But with something far more dangerous. Because no matter how much I wanted to deny it… Chester Blackwood knew exactly how to get under my skin. And I had no idea how much longer I could fight him. The Lexington's Charity Gala was my event. It is a new charity foundation that I established after my relocation to Manhattan. I built it. I shaped it. And I refused to let him turn it into his latest battleground. Yet, as I stood at the top of the grand ballroom staircase, draped in an elegant crimson gown, my pulse betrayed me. Because he was already here. And he was looking directly at me. He stood near the entrance, a whiskey glass in one hand, his black tux hugging his frame like it had been tailored by the gods themselves. His dark eyes never wavered from mine. The
ALEXANDRIA POV My heart pounded as I stood frozen at the door the next day, Chester was here.I should have expected this. Of course, he wouldn’t just sit back after finding out about the baby. But I wasn’t ready.I took a slow breath and squared my shoulders before unlocking the door.He didn’t wait for an invitation. He pushed inside, towering over me, his expression dark with barely contained fury.His eyes, sharp, and burning, furious—swept over me, lingering on my stomach.I crossed my arms protectively. "You shouldn’t be here."He let out a sharp breath, raking a hand through his hair. "You’re carrying my child, Alex. Did you really think I wouldn’t show up?"I turned away, needing space. "It doesn’t change anything. I left, Chester. I started over.""You think that’s a choice you get to make? Alone?" His voice was dangerously low.I whirled back. "Yes, I do! Because you made your choice when you spent the contract marriage chasing Natasha ignoring me, and letting me suffer!"H
CHESTER BLACKWOOD POV I walked out of Alex’s penthouse, but my blood was still burning. She thought she could shut me out.She thought she could tell me what I did and didn’t feel. She was wrong. I wasn’t leaving. I wasn’t giving up.Alex wanted a battle? I’d give her a war.*******ALEXANDRIA POV I should have known he wouldn’t back off. Chester Blackwood wasn’t the type to walk away from a fight—especially not when he decided something belonged to him.But I wasn’t his. Not anymore. I sat in my office, flipping through documents, but my focus was shot. My assistant, Ava, had already caught me staring at the same page for the past ten minutes."You okay, boss?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.I forced a tight smile. "Just distracted."She smirked. "Let me guess—Mr. Billionaire Ex is still lurking around?"Lurking was an understatement. Haunting me was more accurate.Chester had made damn sure I knew he was still in Manhattan.A bouquet of white lilies had arrived that morning—the s
He poured us both a glass of wine, studying me carefully before speaking. "How have you been?" I let out a dry laugh. "You don’t get to ask me that." His jaw tightened, but he didn’t argue. "I’ve been looking into obstetricians in Manhattan. The best of the best—whatever you need." My heart lurched, but I forced my face to remain blank. "I don’t need your help." "You’re carrying my child, Alex. That makes it my responsibility too." "Funny, because you didn’t care about responsibilities when you were busy chasing Natasha." His entire body tensed. "I told you—I made mistakes." "Yeah? Well, some mistakes cost too much to fix." Silence. He took a slow sip of wine, his gaze never leaving mine. "What will it take?" I frowned. "What?" "For you to believe me. To give me a chance." I exhaled sharply, gripping my glass tighter. "That’s just it, Chester. I don’t want to give you a chance. I don’t need to believe you. I’ve already moved on." Something dark flickered in his
ALEXANDRIA POV I stared at my laptop screen, my hands gripping the edges of my desk so tightly my knuckles turned white.This wasn’t happening. This couldn’t be happening."The deal’s off," my business partner, Adrienne, had said over the phone. "We just got word—the company we were finalizing the contract with has been fully acquired by the Blackwood's Industrial Sector."I squeezed my eyes shut, willing myself to stay calm. "What does that have to do with us?"Adrienne hesitated. "Ms. Alex… hmm...it means , President Chester owns it now. Which means he owns our deal, too. And word is—he’s pulling out."My stomach twisted into knots. This wasn’t a coincidence. This was him.This was Chester, deliberately ruining the biggest opportunity I’d had since moving to Manhattan—just to force me back into his world.That bastard! I ended the call and slammed my laptop shut, rage rising beneath my skin.He wanted a fight? Fine. He was going to get one.*****CHESTER BLACKWOOD POV I leaned bac
ALEXANDRIA POV I was in the middle of a meeting when my phone blew up with notifications. Adrienne’s urgent text popped up first: "Alex. Turn on the news. NOW." Dread coiled in my stomach as I grabbed the remote and flipped to the business channel. Chester’s face filled the screen, standing behind a podium at a press conference. His expression was calm, composed. But his next words sent shockwaves through my entire body. "I’m moving the Blackwood's Cooperation’ headquarters to Manhattan—permanently." The reporters exploded with questions. "Does this have anything to do with your ex-wife, Alexandria Lexington?" Chester’s lips quirked slightly. "Ms. Alex isn’t just my ex-wife. She’s the woman I love. And I’m not leaving Manhattan without a fight." Gasps filled the room. I felt my entire world tilt. This wasn’t just a private battle anymore. Chester had just turned our war into a public spectacle. And now, the world was watching. I stood frozen in my office, my phone
CHESTER BLACKWOOD POV I barely paid attention as to my mother's finalized the details of my first meeting with Madeline Brooks. The so-called “perfect match” my parents had chosen for me. I knew I was expected to play along, to sit through dinner, smile, and pretend to care. But deep down, there was only one woman on my mind—Alex.... Despite all my efforts, she remained a ghost, slipping further away with each passing day. My private investigators had failed me. My mother’s words about Alex being dead still haunted me, but my heart refused to believe it. She was out there. She had to be. The night of the dinner came faster than i expected. Seated in an upscale restaurant, i barely glanced at Madeline as she spoke animatedly about her family’s businesses. “I know your mother wanted us to meet,” she said, swirling her wine glass. “But honestly, Chester, you look like you’d rather be anywhere else.” I smirked, leaning back in my chair. “Observant.” Madeline sighed. “Look, I’m not in
Meanwhile… Across the country, I sat hunched on the edge of my bed, my head pounding violently. A cold sweat drenched my skin, my entire body burning with fever.I clenched my fists, struggling to breathe. muscles ached, my vision swam, and my limbs felt unbearably heavy. My mother’s words from earlier haunted me. "Maybe she’s truly dead…my breath hitched, with chest tightening with agony. No. Alex wasn’t dead. She couldn’t be. But as my fever worsened, my mind began playing cruel tricks on me. I could hear her voice....soft, distant ...calling out to me. I could see the way she used to look at me, love shining in her eyes… before that love turned into pain. “Alex…” I rasped, gripping my temples as dizziness overtook me. Then, everything went black.*****CHRISTIAN POVI have been waiting downstairs, rushed up after hearing the loud thud from my boss's bedroom. My heart nearly stopped when I found my boss collapsed on the floor, completely unresponsive. “Shit! Boss!” With
Daniel, who had been silently watching, let out a deep breath. "She’s right, you know," he muttered. I remained still. "You should’ve treated her better," Daniel added. "You had everything, man. And now—" He shook his head. "You’re just letting yourself rot." I didn’t respond. I barely noticed when Daniel left, the villa falling into silence once again. Then, as if moving on instinct, I stumbled toward my bedroom. My feet felt heavy, my chest tight, as i entered the dark space, and headed straight for the bathroom. Without removing my clothes, i turned the shower on, stepping beneath the cold water. It hit me like a shock to the system. Memories flooded my mind. Alex’s laughter, her soft voice, the way she used to look at me when she still believed in me. Then the pain. The way her eyes darkened with betrayal. The way she flinched whenever i raised his voice. The way she walked away, leaving me with nothing but regret. A deep, strangled sob tore from my throat. I pressed my
CHESTER BLACKWOOD POV I stared at the bottom of my glass, the amber liquid barely reflecting the man I had become.A ghost!. A shell of the arrogant, ruthless businessman I once was.It had been months. Long, agonizing months since Alex disappeared. Since she left without a single trace, vanishing from my world like a cruel illusion.At first, i had been convinced i would find her. That no matter where she ran, no matter how far she tried to escape, i would track her down and bring her back.But every lead ended in nothing. Every investigator failed him.Every single day without her chipped away at my sanity, leaving me to drown in a darkness no one could pull me from."That’s enough, Chester," Daniel's voice cut through the thick silence of the Villa. In shame, I had returned back to Washington DC. My parents and some business partners laughed me to scorn. But, did I care?. Daniel, His best friend, was the only one who hadn't given up on me. And night , as usual, he stood near th
ALEXANDRIA POV The room was filled with the sharp cries of a newborn, his tiny fists clenched as he took his first breath in this world.Tears streamed down my face as the nurse gently placed him in my arms. His skin was soft, warm, and his little chest rose, and fell as he let out whimpers, adjusting to life outside the womb.I was exhausted, but nothing could dull the overwhelming love that consumed me whole.My son. I wiped my tears as I took a better look at him, and the moment my eyes landed on his face, my breath hitched.His sharp features. The familiar curve of his lips.The same gray, piercing eyes.No… it wasn’t possible.Yet, as I traced the contours of his face, there was no denying it. He looked exactly like Chester Despites my moments of Joy, a part of me shattered all over again. I had fought so hard, left everything behind, built an entirely new life to escape him.And yet, every time I looked at my son, he would be staring right back at me?."What is wrong, Alex?"
CHESTER BLACKWOOD POV I couldn’t breathe. The moment I walked into her apartment and found it empty, a deep, suffocating panic took hold of me.Alex, was gone!. There was no forwarding address. No goodbye note. Nothing. My hands trembled as I gripped the back of a chair, my entire body feeling cold, hollow, shattered. I lost her. I really lost her this time. The pain in my chest was unbearable, a sharp, twisting knife that dug deeper with every second. I had fought for her. Begged for her. Waited for her. And she still chose to leave?. A bitter, hollow laugh escaped my lips as I collapsed onto the couch, staring blankly at the ceiling. For months, I had believed that if I just tried harder, if I just proved myself, she would come back to me. But now? Now, I was nothing but a miserable, broken man, still madly, crazily in love with a woman who didn’t want me anymore. I pressed my hands over my face, my chest heaving as the suffocating truth settled in. If Alex was t
And I will spend the rest of my life proving that to you, whether you let me back in or not." I swallowed, looking away. I wanted to believe him. I wanted to hold onto my anger. But then, his voice softened. "I don’t just want to be in the baby’s life, Alex. I want to be in yours." I met his gaze, my heart hammering fast like a wheel. "Say the word," he whispered. "And I’ll walk away. But if there’s even a part of you that still feels something for me—tell me, and I’ll never stop fighting for us." The weight of his words crushed me. Because the truth was… I still felt something. And I hated it. "I just need time, Chester." His expression flickered—hope, pain, frustration. But he nodded. "I’ll wait." His voice was steady, but I could see the strain in his eyes. I swallowed hard. "This isn't just about us. It’s about our child. I need to be sure." He exhaled slowly, running a hand through his hair. "I understand, Alex. Take all the time you need." And with that, he left, but not
I never thought I’d find myself in this position again—sitting across from Chester's mother. She has to come over to Manhattan. Defended me from Natasha and her endless emotional torture. This woman has always looked out for me and I am grateful for her love. I can't just ignore her call anymore. She sat before me, her posture composed as always and her eyes… they held what I have come to love her for.Genuine concern. For me. For the baby. And also, for her son. The private dining room of one of Manhattan’s most exclusive restaurants was quiet, save for the distant hum of conversation from outside. A setting fitting for a Blackwood matriarch, but I felt so much warmth sitting before her. Strangely enough, I felt at peace. I felt this feeling I had missed for some months now. And I regret putting her in the dark. I wish I didn't pushed her away when she offered to help. "Thank you for meeting me," She said, her voice cool and kind. I folded my hands in my lap. "I almost didn’t.
I stared at the screen in disbelief. Natasha stood behind a podium, her expression carefully crafted—vulnerable yet poised. "I know the world sees me as the villain," she began, her voice trembling just enough to be convincing. "But I never meant to hurt anyone." Liar. I gritted my teeth as she continued. "CEO Chester Blackwood and I have history. A deep, undeniable connection. And while I’ve made mistakes, so has he." She exhaled, her eyes glistening with fake tears. "The truth is, Chester has always come back to me. Even after Alex left, he—" I shut the laptop. I couldn’t listen anymore. I had been through enough. She was trying to break me. To make me doubt everything. But I wouldn’t let her win. Not this time. Ava stormed into my office, her phone clutched in her hand. "Boss, you need to see this." I tensed. "More headlines?" "Not just headlines." She turned the phone around. It was a live feed. Of Chester. Standing outside Natasha’s press conference. With a microph