Chester Blackwood POV
“Hey, hey! Shit! I want her, I fucking want her all to myself!” I said, hissing out my frustrations. No woman has ever been in total control over me, especially when it comes to sex. But she is different. There's something about her, something special and not connected to being a stripper. I don't even know what her face looks like! Hissing loudly again, my phone rings out. Looking at the caller's ID, I knew it was time for me to leave New York City. Taking a good look at the room once more as the memory of what happened earlier came flooding my brain, I smiled and then stood up. “SexyRed! I am definitely coming back for you!” With that, I walk out. ****** Alexandria POV Coming out of the dressing room after changing my clothes, I saw Murphy, walking away with some men that seemed to be bodyguards behind him. “I knew he was rich!” I said feeling the wads of dollars in my backpack. Now, this will help me a long way in school. Walking out of the club house, I was grateful to be called to perform on time, and get to go back home early. Home? I am already planning on applying for a student hostel at school. I want to be away from home, away from my supposed father, away from the haunting memories. ****** Chester Blackwood POV Arriving at the airport in my private jet, my driver was already waiting for me. Apart from my dislike for some things, what I hate most is not keeping to time. “Boss, office or the villa?” Christian, my driver of many years, asked me the moment I got into the black tinted limousine. “Home, Christian! Take me to my parents!” With that I concentrate on the tabloid on my hands, watching the latest stock rise in the business world. “Yes, boss!” He replied, and started driving towards one of my family estates in Washington. The Blackwood family is the richest family, and largest business empire in the whole of A city of Washington. Being the only male child, the whole family business was bestowed on me, yet I have a sister who doesn't fucking care about the family empire. “The famous billionaire business tycoon, and Sexy Heart Breaker, was in New York City for the acquiring of a new company, but we are yet to get the full details of it, please stay tuned for more updates!" I smirk on reading the news headlines. “Sexy HeartBreaker? Sounds alluring in the ears!” I said with a frown. If only they knew what it feels like to be born into a family where failure is not an option! Maybe they might have a different version of who I really am, well… not that I fucking care about their opinions of me anyway. And relationships? Have got no time to spare for stringing a woman along all in the name of dating her! I only date a woman long enough to fuck her brains out, and it's only last for one week. After a week, I suddenly lose interest in her, and then find the next hot legs. Sex is the only language I understand in releasing my stress, and what man does like a good damned fuck?” Thinking of a good fuck, memories of SexyRed came flooding my brain again, and soon my dick became erected. “Fuck this woman! Calm down dude, she is far away from us!" I cursed, and then mumbled under my breath. Closing the tabloid, I tried to calm my dick down by thinking of something else, before reaching home.The sun dipped low behind the Washington's skyline, painting the sky in warm shades of gold and crimson. Alex stood on the balcony of Chester’s villa, the same place where once, her heart had known nothing but confusion and hurt — and now, calmness. In her arms, their son giggled softly, his tiny fingers reaching for the wind. Chester, fully healed but changed in ways deeper than scars could ever show, stepped onto the balcony, watching the two people he had almost lost — the only two people who mattered. He cleared his throat, nervous for the first time in a long while. “Alex…” His voice was soft, nearly swept away by the evening breeze. “I once asked you to marry me out of pride and selfishness. I pushed you into a contract that made you feel like you didn’t matter. But this time… I’m asking because I want to spend the rest of my life making sure you know just how much you do.” She turned slowly, her heart tightening, tears threatening to escape. He pulled a small velvet box
Months of healing, quiet laughter, and shared memories had finally woven the broken pieces of Chester's and Alex’s hearts back together. The house that once echoed with cold silence was now filled with soft footsteps, the sound of their son’s giggles, and the tender exchanges between two people who had faced the brink of heartbreak — and survived. He had finally healed, both in body and soul. The scar from the bullet wound was a permanent reminder of how close he’d come to losing everything, but the real wound — the one he had inflicted on her — had taken even longer to mend. And now, as he looked at her, holding their son in the early morning light, he knew deep in his bones that he couldn’t let another moment pass without making things right. But this time, he wouldn’t offer her a cold, emotionless contract. No, this time, he wanted it all. The real vows. The real ring. A real future. --- Chester had kept his plans tightly under wraps, involving only a few trusted people — Dani
Weeks had passed since the life-altering events, and the heavy weight of it all slowly began to lift as the days moved forward. Alex had barely left Chester's side since the day of the shooting. Her hands had trembled with fear each time she helped him with his recovery, but her love for him—and her determination to rebuild what they had—kept her focused. The villa, once a symbol of everything they had lost, now felt like the place where they would reclaim their future. Chester was finally home from the hospital, and though he was still physically weak, his spirits had lifted as Alex devoted herself to caring for him. The weeks of sleepless nights had taken their toll, but now there was a quiet sense of hope.Chester’s mother had taken grandson into her care, ensuring that the baby was well looked after while his parents focused on healing. Despite everything that had happened, Alex was thankful for her support. Her son was safe and happy, his innocent giggles filling the house, a re
The air was thick with tension as Chester, Liam, and their team of private investigators, accompanied by a few trusted officers, made their way toward a secluded hideout on the outskirts of the city. The location, a decrepit warehouse in an industrial district, was a place few people knew of. It was the perfect setting for Madeline’s final, twisted plan to be carried out—one that would forever erase Alex from Chester’s life. Madeline’s stepbrother, Alfredo, had been watching her every move for months, disgusted by her manipulative nature and knowing she was capable of anything to get her way. He had despised Madeline for years but had always kept his distance, too scared to confront her. However, seeing the depths of her cruelty and how she had plotted Alex's’s death, he could no longer stand by and do nothing. Alfredo had reached out to Chester in secret, providing him with the coordinates to the hideout where Alex was being held captive. He was finally ready to help Chester end Ma
The panic spread like wildfire through the city as news of Alex’s abduction reached the public. Chester's influence had rippled across the entire country in an instant. The billionaire businessman, once seen as a distant figure in the world of luxury and power, was now a man in turmoil, his every move driven by the desperate need to save Alex. Using his connections, Chester called in every favor he could. Within hours, every seaport, every airport, and every border was locked down. The entire country was on high alert as authorities scrambled to trace Alex’s whereabouts. Interpol had been notified, and the police had begun working alongside private investigators, all racing against time to prevent Madeline’s twisted plans from coming to fruition. As Chester sat in his penthouse, eyes glued to multiple screens, tracking the progress of the search, he felt the weight of the situation pressing down on him. His mind raced—Alex was being smuggled out of the country, and there was no time
Chester’s mind raced as he and Liam sat at the front of the sleek black car, the streets of New York blurred outside the windows. The tension between them was palpable, the quiet hum of the engine barely cutting through the weight of the situation. "I can't afford to alert Madeline," Chester said quietly, his gaze focused on the road ahead. "She’s playing this game too well. We have to keep everything under the radar. If she suspects we’re on to her, she might move Alex again." Liam nodded, his expression grim. "Agreed. We’ll use private investigators. They can follow the trail without raising any suspicion. No need for police, now. We need this to be clean." Chester clenched his fists. His frustration was barely contained. He didn’t care about anything else anymore. His world had become a desperate chase to find Alex, to bring her back from the nightmare she was in. Every second that passed without her made the reality of losing her even more real. --- Meanwhile, in a dark and s