Alexandra’s POV.It was dark.Completely desolate.I had no idea where I was. I seemed to be hovering in space.AhhhhhhhhhI flinched. There was a heartbreaking scream. I hovered around in confusion. Until the scream hit again.But much louder and detached.AhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhI opened my eyes in shock. My body is rigid.It took me a while to return to reality. My brain stalled for a bit, but I eventually calmed down.I felt weak.I groaned a bit as I looked around.I noticed that I was back home in bed. I shuffled around and found my phone on the nightstand. I switched it on, the light from the phone momentarily blinding me. I squinted my eyes to look at the time. 4:23am Tuesday, April 15It was 4am in the morning. I blinked.It was 4am on a Tuesday morning.I then looked at the sleeping figure beside me. It was Adrian. I blinked again. My brain was lagging as I couldn’t remember how I had missed a whole day.Then. All the memories came crashing down like
Narrator’s POVPenelope Castle sat on the terrace of her beach house. She really just enjoyed the view of the beach from the terrace. It was a newly acquired place. All she had to do was shed a few years, and her Fiancé, Antonio Rodrigo, gifted her the beach house to cheer her up.Antonio was an awkward person. When someone he truly cared about was sad, he didn’t know how to react. Especially since Penelope was his lover, he didn’t know how to act when she was sad, much less if she cried. He was reduced to instinctual bribery whenever he saw her cry. When Penelope bawled about the death of her mother, his psyche was high-jacked, and he used different valuable things to coax her. She got a brand new car from it. Now she cried about how sad she was that a certain someone had bullied her, and the next thing was to give her a beach house since he was aware that she loved the ocean.Penelope did, in fact, love the ocean. She thought it was sweet of him. She was quite glad that she had pick
Narrator’s POVThings at Penelope’s side were quiet and peaceful. But at the young Sinclair couple's home, it was a bit chaotic.Alexandra screamed the moment she saw her grandpa’s detached head. She could vividly remember the sight of his head when she was tied up by Penelope. Her body violently shook as the gift box dropped from her hands.Adrian rushed to her side to see what was wrong when he caught sight of a head in the box that was delivered. His eyes darkened. Although he had only seen him in pictures, Adrian could still recognize Augustine Bennett, the supposed founding father of Liss Real Estate.Adrian had previously learned from Alexandra that Penelope was in possession of the head.It seems she decided to send it back.He tutted, and he went to comfort Alexandra; she was staring at the box with a panicked expression.Alexandra suddenly felt dizzy and lightheaded. She felt short of breath as she tried hard to breathe. Her mouth felt dry. Her hand felt numb. Her body was tr
Narrator's POVPenelope stared hard and long at the grotesque sight before her.She frowned. The buff man beside her noticed her frown and went forward to cover up the culprit.It was the bartender, bundled up in a wooden box. His body was marred with bloodied puncture holes. It was horrific. Not a good sight to see. There was a dried blood trail from one of the bartender's eyes; it rolled all the way down his cheek. The bartender was barely breathing; if one didn't notice his slow and shallow breaths, you would think he was dead.The buff man covered the box."Carlos, Take him to the hospital and get him treated. Tell me when he wakes up. Take photos of his current condition as well. Who knows, we might be able to use this." Penelope ordered the buff man, Carlos.Carlos grunted in response as he crouched down, picked up the box with ease—as if the bartender did not weigh a thing—and walked out of the room.Penelope watched him go out with a complicated expression. She had never expec
Alexandra’s POV“You have got to be kidding me.” I muttered.My eyes widened in shock as I stared at the message my parents had just sent me.It was a Tuesday, and Adrian was home. We ate breakfast together, and Adrian moved to his study for work.I settled on watching a movie. Just as I did the day before and the day before that.I had been at home doing nothing for weeks now, and I was getting bored and tired of this routine.I was healthy and energetic, yet all I did all day was try to become one with the sofa and try to destroy my eyesight by plastering my eyes to the television.I was even gaining weight with all the lying around I had been doing.I wanted to work, and I couldn't go back to work without informing my parents. I had settled on behaving like a spoiled, overbearing brat. I would wait for them to apologize properly to me and beg me to go back to work. Before then, I wondered if Adrian had something I could do. If he didn’t, I would demand my freedom. I had turned into
Alexandra’s POVI felt my heart clench, and I almost choked up.I stared at Adrian with undisguised shock in my eyes.Although I had previously considered leaving Adrian eventually because of the terms of our relationship, Hearing him say that we might break up left me with an indescribable and uncomfortable feeling. After constantly telling me that we would never be able to get a divorce, his current words were a contrast.My parents wanted me to come home. My parents were considering breaching the contract they signed. The Sinclairs probably would not want to take the case to court since it would attract a lot of unwanted attention. What if they just decided to let me go? Penelope was now after the Sinclairs, or Adrian, to be specific, and I was sure she would not leave the Sinclairs alone unless my family Ultimately, she left the picture.My family still didn’t know about Penelope; maybe that was why they were acting so carelessly."So... you mean we might have to get a divorce?" I
Narrator’s POV."To hell with you, who likes your ugly face?! I don’t! I want a divorce!"Adrian laughed at Alexandra’s puffed-up face and her blush-inducing words.Adrian felt incredibly happy. His happiness showed in the wide grin he gave Alexandra, which caused her blush to grow deeper. It was as if she were competing with a tomato.Adrian knew he had finally won her heart. Although he knew that Alexandra probably liked him before now, Alexandra herself had not realized her own feelings. He knew he would be fully able to have her once she did.Alexandra remained indignant about her own growing feelings because of the situation surrounding their marriage. She did not want to accept the truth, but now? She could not ignore it.Adrian had worked a bit to capture Alexandra’s heart. He made sure he created an actual home for her. When he asked her if she wanted a divorce, he personally didn’t know how the whole situation would end. He worried if Alexandra would make a spur-of-the-moment
Alexandra POVMy father had lost the election.The election that my father had spent a fortune preparing forThe election that occupied his mind was an engagement that took up all his time.The election that gave him so much confidenceAnd as I had recently discovered, it was also one of the reasons he decided to sell me off to the Sinclairs; he wanted, no, he needed their support.I had heard that his ratings were pretty good before the election. Who knows what has happened? When the results came in, he had lost to his competitor. And not by a small gap.I wondered what could have happened. A lot of people had expected him to win since he had the Sinclairs support.I wondered if it was because he had lost that support at the last minute.Although Adrian told me not to bother about it, I was still curious about what had happened. Having no one else to ask about it and knowing that the last person I would ask would be my father, I decided to ask Adrian.“Do you really not know what hap
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