Adrian’s POVPeople had often told me that I was a cruel man. I accepted it. I was cruel when making business deals but I rarely got angry. Not just the small dissatisfactions I’d have. No. When I was angry, all hell would break loose. Why? I’d break down the gates that’s why.I didn’t let my anger pile up. No. If I did, when I exploded and all my pent up feelings led to a horrible outburst, everyone around me would leave scarred. But I rarely ever got angry.“I don’t get angry much, you know, but-“ I let out a sinister chuckle, “but, you guys really did push your luck. It’s fine. I’m ready to play this game. And to whoever started it, I shall be the one to end it.”Lucian’s eyes were bulging, panicked, as he stared at the items on the table.“Y-you g-gu-uys can’t d-do this to m-me!” Lucian desperately struggled now.“I can and I already am.” I motioned at my subordinates and they gave me a surgery glove.I can not afford to get blood on me, I will have to go back to the hospital imm
Alexandra’s POVSometimes, my actions, thoughts, and feelings differ and contradict each other.I would want to commit to my feelings and thoughts of fear, wanting to accept affection, and my insecurities, but I remain and act courageously even when I’m stifled with fear. The mortifying ordeal of wanting to be loved and being seen as vulnerable drives me to reject affection, and I act confident even when the bits of imperfection I see in the mirror chip away at it.But maybe courage isn’t actually the absence of fear but acting regardless of it, and maybe confidence isn’t the absence of insecurity but knowing you have real worth despite it.Just. Maybe.~I felt my head banging as I tried to open my eyes. The bright light above me burned at my eyes the moment I opened them, preventing me from keeping them open. I closed my eyes and groaned.My body felt heavy as I struggled to move my arm up to my face. I covered my eyes with my arm. An aching feeling resonated through my back. I tens
Adrian’s POVI watched as Alexandra froze.The feeling in her eyes The emotions. They shifted, and suddenly I saw hostility.Here it comes. The misunderstanding. This always happened whenever Penelope got involved with us. We would enter a strange stalemate. I would not let that happen anymore; I now knew what was wrong, and I would not let that old hag have her way. She already got her silly revenge when Old Man Bennett was killed; she had no right to go after the whole family now. Well, she had no right to go after Alexandra like this; her parents, I cannot be too sure. Maybe.“You knew all along, didn’t you?” Alexandra started, her hand tightly gripping the sheets. She looked a bit panicked. Betrayed, I could only assume. “You are also working with her, right? To destroy and claim Liss?” She gritted her teeth. I realized if I let this go on any further, Alexandra would blow up and I would not be given the chance to explain myself. Although I was hurt that she would jump to conclusi
Alexandra’s POVEver wondered what it felt like to be forcibly stripped naked and bare? To have someone destroy all the walls you had spent years building? The unavoidable feeling of being seen?Well. I have.Knowing that Adrian was now aware of my past A part of my past I didn’t want anyone to know about. Why? Why did I not want anyone to find out about it? Because I believed they would use that information against me. Why? Why would it be a problem if I constantly claimed that I did nothing wrong?It was because I did, but I always tried to avoid it. Forget it. I did not believe or want it to be my fault. The fact that I had left behind Lucian A room filled with predators, and I abandoned him there. I could have done something, anything, even if it meant revealing my identity. But I didn’t.I was a coward. One that sacrificed someone else just to save herself. A coward who could not defend herself.And the guilt had lived with me for years. Taking deep roots inside of me—so deep, I
Adrian POV“I’m cutting ties with my family.”When I heard Alexandra say these words, I felt a strange level of satisfaction. Her family was one of the major reasons that our relationship wasn’t so good. Their manipulative words created a rift between Alexandra and me.If Alexandra hadn’t mentioned it, I just might have. Not explicitly. I knew Alexandra well enough to know that she wouldn’t listen to me if I told her to cut ties with her family.I was changing. Or, at least, my feelings were. I had a strong urge to monopolize her. The deep thought of possession: A possessive husband seeks control. I wanted to manipulate her into doing the things I wanted. I didn’t want to take her feelings into consideration because if I tried to, she could very well lie about them. Maybe because I felt insecure. Our relationship seemed to be built on lies and manipulation. A very rocky foundation. One that could collapse after the building was done, and the outcome would be too devastating.I think t
Narrators POV.In high-class society, there were only two types of people.The ones with their Superiority complex And the others with their Inferiority complex These two sets of people mingled in the high-class world.a world that ordinary individuals strive to join and be among. One that they wished and longed to be born in. Ordinary people believed that that world was forever peaceful and desirable. And it would remain so.Which is why Netizens were always interested in any kind of Drama coming from this society. Drama in this society cracked the image of a peaceful place for Netizens and made them feel like their lives were still better. In high-class society, gossip was never normal. It was always mixed up with strange variables.A golden society that was actually filled with people with different complexes. People from different Complexes and social tiers always clashed. The self-proclaimed superiors versus the stubborn inferiors Wealth was what determined these factors.The Sin
Alexandra’s POVI had always thought that Katrina had some sort of superpower, but now I was 100% sure that she had powers.Why such a thought? Because of how fast she ran through the door, past Adrian, and landed on my bed, I would believe her if she told me she was a descendant of the Flash.Look! Even Adrian had a shocked expression.Oh, my baby, you finally decided to wake up, huh? And you didn’t call me? How is your body? Heavy? I’ll massage it for you, okay? I shall treat you better from now on, okay? So do not ever scare me like that again. Do you know how long I waited for you? I cried beside your bed for a long time, and I even considered kissing you to wake you up. I thought of hitting you as well, but your husband would not let me. Where did you go when you were not awake? Neverland? Interesting fact about that: Once, Katrina went on like a broken tap. She clutched onto my body and squeezed my cheeks repeatedly, her hands wandering from one part to another. She seemed a bit
Narrator P.O.VAlexandra’s heart fluttered when she heard Adrian say “home”. She never really had a place she could call home.A definition for home. Home was a place you could go to take the burdens off your shoulders. A place for comfort and healing. There was no other place like it. Her parents house couldn't exactly be considered a home.For most of her life, her parents were rarely there, and even when they were, they didn’t give her much of their attention. The warmth from them was only temporary.She found lasting warmth in other people. She found the feeling of comfort that one would get from home in others.She found it momentarily in Lucian.Sparsely in Irene.Constantly with her Grandpa.Always with Katrina.Katrina was an enigma. It took a while for Alexandra to understand that she couldn’t use her feelings to hold Katrina back. Katrina needed space to spread her wings. She was a free-spirited girl. She was either everywhere at the same time or nowhere at all. Locked up in
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