Alexandra’s POVAugustine Bennett. The founding father of Liss Real Estate Agency. A self made millionaire. He was a great man of integrity. A dashing ladies man in his prime. A genius investor and a wonderful marketer. He was loved and respected by all who knew him and worked with him. He was Liss’ most important asset, so when he retired, Liss experienced instability that just came to show how valued he was. Now, that once great man was gone. Everyone had expected him to grow old, shrivel up and probably die in his sleep. The last thing people thought was he would be murdered, so brutally at that. It made people wonder, what horrible thing could he have done to be killed and left without a complete corpse? This might actually just forever remain a mystery.Or maybe not.“He what?” I managed to choke out a reply after gaping for half an hour. I could not believe it.My parents probably also didn’t want to believe or accept the truth as well, as they refused to repeat it. They only
Alexandra’s POVMy life has seemed gray lately. The temperature was heading to a new low and the weather really wasn’t on my side. I never gave a fuck about the weather before and the weather didn’t care about me either.The clouds would march along, just like they do. They would fill the sky and cry when I didn’t want them to and they would disperse and clear the way for the sun to shine when I wished for rain.A day ago, I had wished for rain. I wished for it so badly. I wanted a heavy rainfall, one heavy enough to stop the events of that day from happening. Heavy enough to cause a flood. But it didn’t. Heck! I can’t remember the last time the weather was so good. It was sunny but the sun wasn’t scorching hot. It was a good day for an event. Unfortunately.I stared at the dark clouds that I could see through the transparent glass of the hotel suite. It was a beautiful room. I sat on the bed and stared out the glass wall, down at the glowing city. My hair laid messily on my head, do
Alexandra’s POVTeenagers are an enigma. They all were. You’d think you know them when you honestly really don’t.Teenagers often try to do the opposite of what their parents want. This is called “being rebellious”. But I’d argue that when there is oppression, there is resistance.Teenagers. Testosterone boys and harlequin girls. Boys, who are raging with hunger from their hormones, and girls, who give them what they want, insurmountable.Teenagers are usually passionate, rife with arguments and rebellious streaks. Every teenager needs to have their rebellious stage or phase. A time when they resisted everything they had to endure. Teenagers always felt a sense of entitlement. So when they fucked up. They felt their parents always needed to be there to help them.I supposedly never had such a phase, At least, that is what my family thought. I did.I wouldn’t say it was as bad as people would think but it wasn’t good. But in the end, it was a phase nonetheless. A phase that I was star
Alexandra’s POVMarriage has always been an interesting fantasy for me. I dreamed of falling in love and marrying like a normal person. I wanted to experience the chills and thrills that one would go through during the process, the process of arranging a ceremony that is. I had long known that I might not get the chance to have a normal marriage ceremony. Or marriage. But my parents reassured me earlier, that I could get the chance to fall in love and marry who I chose. I was a heiress. I didn’t need to marry for money. I believed them.I shouldn’t have.My parents had gone back on their word. I was marrying someone I didn’t love. And all I was experiencing for the ceremony were chills. “Do I really have to be here?” I asked Adrian. He laid on the other side of the hotel’s wide King size bed, reading a magazine.“Yes, we just got married, we can’t be apart.” He replied, casually flipping to the next page.“But that doesn’t mean we have to share a hotel room. We also do not need to go
Alexandra’s POV*Knock knock*The knock from the suite’s door brought me out of my stupor.I stared at the door for a long time. Contemplating whether or not I should go check who it was. I really didn’t want to get up from my position.The knock came again, this time with a voice.“Room service.”I still didn’t move.Maybe if I ignored it, they’d go away.As if on queue, my stomach growled. I frowned. I was hungry but I still didn’t want to get up. I pondered on what to do. An Idea came to mind.“Adrian~” I called out. He didn’t respond at once.“Adrian~” I tried again and this time, he came out.“Yeah?” He said leaning on the door of the bedroom. He stared at me, suspicion laced in his eyes. “There,” I pointed at the door, a foolish grin on my face, “Get it.” He blinked at me. Then at the door. I reveled in his muffled expression. “You are my hubby, remember? Your wife requires your assistance.” I teased, expecting his embarrassed mien.Something flashed in his eyes, it was gone
Alexandra’s POV“Do you have any friends?” What the fuck?“Huh?” I looked up from my phone to stare at Adrian.“Friends, Do you have any? I didn’t see anyone that could fit that title at the wedding.” He was working at the time. With his notebook and some files, he had a different air. He really was the head of SC. “Of course I do, I have a small group.” I responded. Who didn’t have friends? I had friends, or maybe it was better to say friend… it was a really small friend group.“You didn’t invite them ?”“Do you have any friends?” I fired back at him, ignoring his question. There was no way I would tell my friend about this. She would freak out. You would think with how far the news would have gone, she would have already known but no. My best friend, Katrina Stevens, was the exact definition of crazy.I met her in college, when I still hung out with the phony high class females, who were only good at gossiping. During one of the gossip sessions, they just so happened to pick Katri
Adrian’s POVI was Apathetic growing up. There seemed to be a few things that could grab my interest, even fewer that could keep it.I was more disinterested in people. My mother often told me to make friends. Lots of them. That I’d be able to talk to them and share my thoughts, feel belonged. I didn’t believe it. I didn’t believe that I needed so many people to feel among. Humans were very fickle. Everyone who ever approached me secretly wanted something from me. It disgusted me. I did meet someone who satisfied me. Just enough but that relationship collapsed shortly after.I believe that, at some point, I was a bit lonely. Carl Jung once said: “Loneliness does not come from having no people about one, but from being unable to communicate the things that seem important to oneself, or from holding certain views that other people find inadmissible.”I don’t understand what that was supposed to mean.I had only ever met 2 people who deviated from this pattern.My only friend. Tom Harr
Alexandra’s POV Adrian and I spent our first day as a married couple at the hotel suite. We lounged around in silence. A comfortable one. When it was late at night, bed time, I finally dragged my lazy limbs towards the bedroom. Adrian followed behind me. I stopped. He stopped. I gave him a judgmental look. He raised a questioning brow in response. “What’re you doing?” I asked. Folding my arms. “Going to bed.” He replied flatly. “Where?” I squinted at him. “There.” He pointed towards the bedroom with a matter-of-fact look. “No, you’re not.” I deadpanned. Although we slept together last night, I wasn’t going to let it happen again. “And why not?” “Because I’m sleeping there.” “Darling, the bed is very big. It will fitu Adrian, but I wasn’t convinced. “But still, I do not feel comfort-“ I hadn’t even finished my sentence before Adrian walked past me and into the room. “Hey!” I walked after him. “We’re going on a honeymoon soon, we’re going to have to get used to sleeping to
Narrator's POVTears streamed down Alexandra's face as she clutched her mother's hand, her voice trembling.I can't believe this is happening, mom. We have to do everything we can to bring our baby home."Adrian, determined to do whatever it took to ensure his child's safe return, paced back and forth in the room. Suddenly, his phone buzzed with an incoming call.With apprehension etched on his face, Adrian answered the call. The voice on the other end was cold and demanding; it was no other person than their sworn enemy, Penelope Castle.Adrian, listen carefully. If you ever want to see your baby again, you will bring fifty million dollars to the abandoned warehouse by midnight tomorrow."Adrian clenched his jaw, his eyes flashing with determination. "I want proof that my baby is alive and well before I hand over that kind of money."There was a brief pause, and then she responded, "You will receive a photo of your baby in a few hours. Be ready to deliver the money as instructed. If y
Oliver's POVThe private jet glided smoothly through the clear blue skies as it made its landing onto the runway of the private airport. Inside the luxurious cabin, Alexandra sat comfortably in a plush leather seat, her eyes fixed on the window as the Italian countryside transformed into familiar surroundings.After a long stay in Italy, Alex was finally returning home with her newborn child. The past few weeks had been a whirlwind of emotions as she navigated the rollercoaster of motherhood, aided by her mother and the faithful bodyguards who had accompanied her on this journey.As the plane touched down, the engines roared to a halt, and the door of the cabin opened. Alex emerged, adorned in a stylish yet understated outfit befitting her status as a billionaire's wife. Her mother, a wise and affectionate woman, followed closely behind, carrying the precious bundle in her arms.Stepping out, she felt a rush of emotions. She hadn't seen her home for what felt like an eternity, and the
Narrator's POVIn the center of the lavishly decorated nursery, a towering figure stood, his tailored suit contrasting against the delicate innocence cradled in his arms with tenderness and protectiveness.With every beat of his heart, Adrian felt an overwhelming surge of love as he gazed down at his daughter. Her tiny fingers wrapped around one of his, and their connection was instantaneous. The weight of the world seemed to disappear as he held her close, her soft breaths becoming a melody in his ears.As he looked down at her tiny face, a smile beamed across Adrian's face. He marveled at her delicately soft skin and the faint tufts of hair that crowned her head. The room seemed to hold its breath, awestruck by the purity and innocence of the moment."You are my little princess, Ava," Adrian whispered, his voice filled with awe and unconditional love. "I promise you, my precious angel, that I will give you everything you could ever need or want in this world."As Ava cooed in respon
Narrator's POVThe room was dimly lit, with only a small lamp providing some light in the corner. The sound of medical equipment beeping could be heard faintly in the background, and the scent of disinfectant hung in the air. In the center of the room was a hospital bed with stirrups on either side.Lying on the bed, in the grip of labor pains, was Alexandra. Her long hair was plastered to her forehead with sweat, and her eyes were squeezed tightly.Her husband, Adrian, stood beside her, holding her hand tightly and whispering words of encouragement. Sweat trickled down her forehead, her hands tightly clasping her husband's, seeking comfort and support."You're doing great, my love," he said, watching her struggle through another contraction.Alex let out a groan, and her body tensed as the pain surged through her. The doctor and his assistants were hurrying around the room, checking machines, and preparing for the delivery.As the contractions intensified, Alex's grip on Adrian's han
Adrian's POVAs I made my way to the kitchen to fetch a glass of water for Alexandra, I couldn't shake off the worry that had clouded my mind. She had been feeling dizzy earlier, and I hoped that a simple glass of water would provide her some relief. As I entered the kitchen, I noticed that Alexandra was talking intimately with her mother in the living room. I couldn't help but eavesdrop on their conversation as I filled the glass with water."I've made a decision, Mom. Alexandra's voice reached my ears, somewhat muffled from the distance. "I'm going to Italy to have the baby, and, Mom, I really want you to come with me. Will you be there?"A wave of relief washed over me as I held the full glass of water in my hands. Knowing that Alexandra wouldn't be undertaking this journey alone brought a certain sense of comfort to my heart. I had been planning on visiting Italy for the baby's birth, wanting to be there to support Alexandra every step of the way.Quietly walking towards the livin
Alexandra’s POVI had always known Adrian was not a saint, but I did not expect him to be deep in this sh*t, which was quite scary. I know he only kidnapped Penelope for my sake, but I did not approve. I did not sign up for all this violent shit, and now Penelope wants to have her revenge. After what she did to Katrina, she should have just accepted what Adrian did to her as karma. I hated Penelope with all of my heart, but I could not bring myself to wish her death. If she was going to be a threat to my child, then I would probably kill her myself.Consumed in my thoughts, I heard the familiar sound of my phone ringing on the other end. I picked it up to check on the caller, and it turned out to be my mom. Wondering why she was calling when it was really late, I hesitated no further as I picked up the phone.I reached for my phone and saw my mother’s name displayed on the screen. Confusion and concern filled my heart as I hastily answered the call. “Mom? What is wrong?” I asked, my v
Narrator's POVAlexandra walked down the stairs, clad in a silk robe, and felt a pleasant sense of calm after a good and long sleep as soon as she got back from the hospital.As she made her way to the kitchen, she noticed something out of the ordinary—unknown bodyguards stationed strategically at every corner of the house. Her curiosity raised, she approached her personal bodyguard, Emily, who stood by the entrance of the kitchen."Emily, what is happening? Why are there so many guards here today?" She asked, her eyes scanning the room, searching for answers.Emily, with a serious expression, looked at her with a mixture of concern and reassurance. "Mrs. Sinclair, it is your husband's orders. He wants to ensure your safety and the security of this place."Alex's heart skips a beat; she had never seen so many guards in their home at once. Her mind raced with thoughts, unsure of what might be happening outside their well-guarded walls."Is something going on?" she asked, a hint of worr
Narrator's POVAdrian locks eyes with Jeremy's; a mixture of anger and satisfaction is visible in his eyes as he gazes at him. Jeremy, with a desperate and fearful look in his eyes, attempts to make a futile escape. But Adrian's men were fast and swiftly overpowered him, ensuring that he wouldn't get far; moreover, they were scared of what Adrian would do to them if they ever let Jeremy escape.Vado searches the safe house for any additional evidence or signs of Penelope as he stumbles upon a table littered with bloodied bandages and used cotton wool. His heart sank, realizing the severity of the situation. It was clear that Penelope had been severely injured during her escape.His mind races, contemplating the possible scenarios. How has she managed to escape? Was she somewhere else, seeking help? Or had Jeremy managed to hide her? The questions swirled in Vado's mind, and his determination to find Penelope grew stronger.With Jeremy's hands bound tightly, Vado and the other guys car
Adrian’s POVAs soon as Alexandra’s mother came rushing in, I excused myself and headed to the restroom, hoping to clear my thoughts. As I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection, guilt washed over me.Was it the right thing to do? …. Did I add unnecessary worry and stress to an already difficult situation? I told the boys to get rid of her, and they never disappointed. What if Alexandra really saw Penelope?“Shit,” I say to myself silently, as these thoughts really weigh heavily on my mind.Taking a deep breath, I remind myself that my intentions were rooted in love and concern for Alex and her well-being.I decided to call Vado to confirm my order has been done. I dial the number, the anticipation building with each ring. Finally, a voice answered on the other end,"Hello?" It was Vado, my most trusted henchman."Vado, I need to know if the order has been executed," I said, my voice composed but laced with a trace of concern.There was a brief moment of silence before