Narrator’s POVMichael Bennett was a crafty man. He did not mind using unorthodox methods to get control of a situation.Currently, he was facing a dilemma because his usually obedient and easy-to-control daughter seemed to be having a rebellious streak. She talked back more and disobeyed his orders. He believed himself to be a great man of integrity and power; why would he allow himself to be disrespected by his own daughter?That said, she had run away (got discharged from the hospital without him knowing) from home and left to only heaven knows where. And that wasn’t the worst part; she seemed to have grown dependent on his rival’s son. Said son, he realized, was more formidable than he had expected.He needed to act fast and get his daughter back; he had a feeling that if he didn’t, he would regret it for a long time.Mr. Bennett could best be described as self-prestigious and delusional. He seemed to have forgotten that he was the one who practically sold his daughter off into ma
Alexandra’s POV.This wasn’t the first time I had kissed Adrian. The first time was at my wedding. And at the time, it was a short kiss. But that short kiss made bubbles boil up in my stomach. That was the feeling I had before: dread. I fainted from the dread.I would never admit to Adrian that the kiss did things to me. I never considered the fact that Adrian would one day kiss me again.I felt shivers run down my spine after he kissed me. And surprisingly, it wasn’t a bad shiver.I gave him a dazed look. My mind felt absolutely blank.He leaned back for a bit to assess me. Seeing the stupid look on my face, he chuckled."Are you okay, love? You seem a little dazed?" he asked slyly."I…" I started, but my voice trailed off. My mind was still blank.Before I could make another attempt to speak, Adrian leaned in again to kiss me. He moved in slowly and stared into my eyes, as if giving me a chance to reject him, but I didn’t—no, more like I couldn’t.I couldn’t deny it anymore. I might
Narrator’s POVAlexandra felt her brain stall for a while as she tried to process that new information.“He is Penelope’s Fiancée? The hell? How?” Alexandra was confused.Mr. Antonio Rodrigo was a man famous for his dashing good looks and his wealth. He was said to be an old man in his prime because of his age and his explicit masculine aura. He owns a chain of clubs and casinos all over the country. He had bought a few buildings from Kid's before. He used them as residents for his employees.Apparently, he was single, buwas.I had a few children with different women. He was said to be the type to take care of his various concubines and their children well financially, so none of them really complained.To find out that he was getting married was a bit startling, but the most shocking part was who he was getting married to. Alexandra couldn’t wrap her head around it.“Yes. Apparently, they met a few months ago, and now they are getting married. Rodrigo doesn’t want to make it known for
Narrator’s POVAlexandra had spent a bit over a week at the new house. It was currently Monday morning, and she had woken up in a daze as usual.For the first time in days, Adrian wasn’t beside her when she woke. It made her feel a bit weird.She could vaguely remember Adrian saying that he would leave this morning for work.She brushed through her hair as she glanced from the bundle of blankets on her body to the décor of the room.This place suddenly feels empty. She thought as she groggily rose from the bed.She did her morning routine and changed into comfortable clothes.The nurse had stopped coming every day. Alexandra’s injuries had basically healed at this point. The nurse only came in at Adrian’s command.The house was empty.Adrian sent her a message.He had made breakfast before he left; all she had to do was reheat it.Her heart fluttered as she thought about it. Adrian had been treating her like a little ancestor since they had officially started living together. He cooke
Alexandra’s POVAs Katrina and I drove through the city, I stared out the window, watching the scenery.It was nice being out and feeling the fresh air. Well. The car was the only one feeling it, though. The Air conditioning was on full blast in the car.Katrina and I had gotten to the bar. We unceremoniously walked in.Heads turned when we did.It wasn’t your usual bar; it was the type of bar that, once in a while, would welcome celebrities. Although Katrina wasn’t an intricate member of high society, she still had her status and wealth. Her mother had enough influence.Katrina and I took a seat at the bartender’s counter. The bartender offered a dashing smile as he asked for our order. I ordered champagne. It's not the usual thing people would order at a bar, but anything else would most likely get me pissed drunk, and I still wasn’t very comfortable with bars and clubs.Katrina ordered a glass of Tequila. I cringed. I had tasted it before. It was absolutely revolting. Katrina seeme
Narrator’s POVAlexandra could feel herself drifting in and out of a strange state.She couldn’t quite grasp the situation. But one thing was sure: It was dangerous for her to remain at this bar in her condition.She could sense danger approaching.Katrina didn’t understand what was wrong with Alexandra. She held on desperately to Alexandra’s body as she tried to see what was wrong. Alexandra’s body was very hot. It made no sense. Why the sudden fever?Katrina was in a panic as she screamed at the bartender, who was now beside them, hovering."What the fuck did you feed her?!?""I swear I didn’t do anything!" The bartender desperately defended himself. He moved forward to try to help Katrina lift Alexandra. Katrina’s killer glare stopped him."Touch her, and I will make sure you leave here without any hands!" She growled at him.Katrina was panicking; she didn’t know what to do. She tried constantly to call out to Alexandra, to hear her voice and her response. But Alexandra was too fa
Adrian’s POVI tensed up after hearing what the nurse said."What?" I asked her as she nervously repeated herself."I said it’s an aphrodisiac, and a strong one at that. She has been drugged."I inhaled sharply. I couldn’t stop the murderous look in my eyes.I exhaled. I felt a great deal of anger rush up inside of me. I felt livid.I could feel my muscles tense up. Even Katrina flinched when we made eye contact.I glared at the bartender. I stared at him as if I were staring at a corpse. He would be if he didn’t immediately explain to me what he had fed my wife.He flinched as he tried to defend himself."I didn’t do anything really; look, this was all I served her, nothing else!" He pointed towards the bottle of champagne on the counter. Beside it was a glass cup. I stared back at him. My eyes are in a slit.It was him.I was a hundred percent sure. But I knew he wasn’t the person who thought of this plan. He didn’t have to go for it.A name came to mind.Penelope.That bitch! I int
Adrian’s POVDo you know what a succubus is?A succubus.The supernatural entity that appears in dreams to seduce men, usually through sexual activityThe female demon from medieval folkloreMany anthropologists and psychologists believe the explanations of succubus and incubus to be supernatural explanations for sleep paralysis and hypnagogic and hypnopompic hallucinations.In dreams? Only in dreams?I concur. If Succubuses only appeared in our dreams, then how could I see one before me while I was awake?Maybe I was hallucinating. Because I was slowly losing my mind to the seductions and temptations of a Succubus. A weak and reactive succubus, but a temptress nonetheless.I could only watch, transfixed, as Alexandra seduced me. The aphrodisiac was strong.Clothes were an unnecessary and painful barrier; they were gone in seconds.I couldn’t control myself. I worshiped Alexandra’s body like that of a goddess. I kissed, touched, and craved her body. I worshiped her instep. Her soft mo
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