Alexis’ phone rang, the caller ID flashing Sophia’s name. She sighed, rubbing her temple as she debated answering.After the stunt Sophia had pulled at the press conference, Alexis wasn’t in the mood for whatever justification she was about to spew. Still, she picked up, pressing the phone to her ear as she stepped into her office.“I assume you saw the press conference?” Sophia’s voice was surprisingly light, almost casual, as if she had merely announced a new fashion line rather than confessed to leaking company secrets.Alexis clenched her jaw, fighting to keep her tone even. “Yes, Sophia. I saw it.”“Good,” Sophia chirped. “I thought it was the best thing to do, you know? To clear the air, show some remorse, and, well… I meant every word, Alexis. I do miss you.”Alexis scoffed, sinking into her chair. “Miss me? You mean after betraying me in more ways than I can count?”Sophia let out an exaggerated sigh. “I knew you’d be like this. But look, I’m taking responsibility. I’m leaving
Julian sat in his office, the city skyline stretched before him through the floor to ceiling windows, his fingers gripping his phone tightly.The news of Sophia’s press conference had spread like wildfire, and the sheer audacity of her actions had him fuming.He had given her strict instructions to keep a low profile, to wait for his command, yet she had gone ahead and acted on her own accord, basking in the attention while turning the situation into a sob story.He dialed her number, pressing the phone to his ear as it rang. The moment she picked up, he didn’t wait for pleasantries. His voice was cold, sharp like a blade.“Who the hell gave you permission to hold that press conference, Sophia?”On the other end, Sophia hesitated before responding. “Julian, I did what I had to do. I couldn’t let the company suffer any more. I needed to take responsibility.”Julian scoffed. “Needed to take responsibility? Or needed to manipulate public sympathy? You’re under me, Sophia. You don’t get t
Alexis sat frozen in her office, Ryan’s words echoing in her mind.The weight of the revelation pressed down on her chest like an iron fist, constricting her breath.Julian. Mrs. Devereux. The Montgomerys. The manuscript leak.Nothing made sense, and yet, everything suddenly did.She replayed every moment, every interaction, scouring them for signs she had missed.Had she been naive?Had she been gullible?Had she walked into Julian’s arms blindly, believing he was her sanctuary when in reality, he had been the orchestrator of something far more calculated?The anonymous message...Her breath hitched as she remembered it, the text that had shattered her world that.A message that lead to the hotel room.An unknown sender.At the time, she had been too consumed with heartbreak to question the source.Had it all been Julian?Had he wanted her to break things off with Ryan so seamlessly that he had fed her the truth at the perfect moment?And then there was the way Julian had been there,
Alexis sat back in her car, staring at the ocean waves crashing against the shore, her vision blurred by unshed tears again.The weight of everything felt suffocating.Her heart ached with betrayal, with regret, with the realization that she had been played in a game she never even knew she was a part of.Her phone vibrated on the passenger seat. She blinked away her tears and glanced at the screen.Julian: Lunch? I’ll pick you up.Alexis let out a bitter chuckle, a self deprecating smile tugging at her lips.Lunch?As if nothing had happened?As if she hadn’t just learned that the man she had trusted, the man she had believed loved her, had orchestrated so much of her life without her even realizing it?She tightened her grip on the steering wheel.Did she really need him when she was this broken?When the very foundation of their relationship was now riddled with doubt and uncertainty?She had been blind, so painfully, stupidly blind. How had she not seen it? The pieces had always b
The drive back to the penthouse felt heavier than usual, each streetlight casting a shadow of doubt in her mind.She had always trusted her instincts, but right now, she didn’t even trust herself.Meanwhile, Julian sat in his office, his fingers drumming against the desk as he stared at his phone.He had seen that Alexis had read his message. That was almost an hour ago. And yet, no response.It wasn’t like her.He told himself she was probably just busy, handling the media crisis or dealing with the board. But something didn’t sit right. He had spent enough time with Alexis to know when something was wrong. And right now, something was very wrong.He stood abruptly, grabbing his jacket.He needed to see her.Back at the penthouse, Alexis stepped inside, the silence greeting her like an old friend.The lights were dim, the space untouched since the morning.She closed the door behind her and leaned against it, exhaustion seeping into her bones.After some more time, she heads into the
Alexis rushed down the stairs, her bare feet silent against the cold marble floor.Her breaths came unevenly, her chest tightening as she struggled to keep herself composed.She wasn’t sure if she was running from Julian or from her own thoughts, but the moment she stepped into the dimly lit kitchen, her body trembled.She gripped the edge of the kitchen counter, her knuckles turning white as she tried to steady herself.The weight of everything was suffocating her.The man she had loved, trusted, had he ever been real?Or had he only ever been Julian Devereux, the man who had calculated her every move, manipulated her every decision, and trapped her in a love that was nothing but a carefully orchestrated lie?Her lips parted as a shaky breath escaped.She wanted to scream.To lash out.To storm upstairs and demand the truth from him, to make him look her in the eyes and tell her that she had never been anything more than a tool for revenge.But she wasn’t ready.Her fingers curled in
Julian strode back into the bedroom, his mind a storm of thoughts.He barely registered the dim lighting or the cool air from the half open balcony doors. The only thing echoing in his head was the image of Alexis, trembling in that kitchen, crying silently as if she couldn’t afford to let anyone, especially him, see her break.It unsettled him.No, it infuriated him.Julian grabbed his phone from the nightstand and scrolled through his contacts, stopping at one name.Victoria Delacroix.His most trusted assistant. His right hand. The one person who could find out exactly what had happened today.Without hesitation, he pressed the call button.It rang once.Twice.By the third ring, a groggy but sharp voice answered."Sir?"Julian didn’t waste time."I need you to find out exactly where Alexis was today, who she met with, and what she was doing. I want a full report as soon as possible."There was a pause, just a fraction of a second, but enough for him to know Victoria was now fully
Julian woke up to the soft rustling of fabric and the faint sound of heels clicking against the hardwood floor.His brows furrowed as his mind struggled to process the unusual disturbance.He always woke up first, always. Yet this time, as his eyes adjusted to the dim morning light, he found Alexis standing near the bedroom mirror, fastening an earring.She was already dressed.A sleek, tailored pantsuit hugged her figure, her long hair pulled back into an elegant ponytail. She looked every bit the powerful heiress she was, poised and untouchable. But something was off.Julian propped himself up on one elbow, his gaze locked onto her. “You’re up early,” he remarked, voice thick with sleep but laced with curiosity.Alexis glanced at him briefly in the mirror, her expression unreadable. “I have a lot to handle today.”Julian sat up fully now, frowning as he checked the time on his phone.Six A.M.She was never up this early. Normally, he woke her up, they had breakfast together, and he
Julian exhaled slowly, nodding. “I don’t want you to forget,” he murmured. “I just want you to let me make it right.”His fingers brushed over her knuckles, tentative, as if giving her the chance to pull away. But she didn’t. She let him hold her hands, let him be close.“I spent years blaming your father for what happened to mine,” Julian continued, his voice thick with emotion. “And maybe some of that blame was justified. But I made the mistake of thinking you were just another extension of him, that hurting you would somehow fix what was broken inside me.”A pained look crossed his face, regret etched into every feature. “But all I did was hurt the one person who had nothing to do with any of it. And I will never forgive myself for that.”Alexis swallowed the lump in her throat, her own regrets beginning to surface.She had tried to ignore the way her heart had ached in his absence. She had told herself she was better off without him, that his betrayal had severed the connection be
As they strolled beneath the Eiffel Tower, the golden glow of the city casting long shadows around them, Alexis felt an unfamiliar warmth settle in her chest. She had spent so long running, from her past, from Julian, from herself. But now, in this moment, it was as if time had slowed, allowing her to breathe, to truly take it all in.Julian didn’t rush her. He simply walked beside her, their fingers still loosely intertwined, as if he was afraid that if he held on too tightly, she would slip away.“Do you remember what you told me that night?” Julian asked softly.Alexis frowned slightly, searching her memory. “Which night?”“The night of the gala,” he clarified, glancing at her with a knowing look. “You told me that I was a mistake waiting to happen.”Alexis let out a small, breathy laugh. “That does sound like something I would say.”Julian’s lips curved into a smirk. “And you weren’t wrong.”Alexis tilted her head up, watching the soft glow of the tower above them. “It wasn’t just
Harrison Montgomery had always been a man of power, control, and strategy. He built an empire from the ground up, ensuring that his family never lacked anything. To him, emotions were liabilities, love was a distraction, and personal connections were just another battlefield where the strongest prevailed.And yet, as he stood by the large windows of his estate, watching his daughter through the glass as she sat in the garden, something in him shifted.Alexis was smiling. A real, genuine smile.For months, she had walked around with a guarded expression, a shadow of the confident, fierce woman he had raised. She had been betrayed, humiliated, and hurt in ways no father would ever want for his child. He had watched her hide her pain behind work, pretending she was fine, but he had known better.But now, this was different.She was laughing softly as she stared at her phone, a small, almost shy smile on her lips. Her fingers hovered over the screen, typing something before deleting it an
Julian answered on the first ring.“Alexis?” His voice was cautious, unsure.She swallowed hard, her grip on the phone tightening as she stood outside his childhood home. The wind rustled through the overgrown grass, carrying with it the echoes of the past she had just walked through.“I went to your house,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.Silence.For a long moment, there was nothing but his breath on the other end of the line. When he finally spoke, his voice was rough, strained. “You didn’t have to do that.”“But I did,” she countered. “I had to see it. I had to understand.”A bitter chuckle escaped him. “And? Do you understand now? Do you finally see what your father did to me?”Her heart clenched at the raw pain in his voice.“I see everything, Julian,” she said softly. “The eviction notices, the empty cabinets… the house falling apart. You had nothing.”He exhaled shakily. “We had worse than nothing.”She closed her eyes, imagining a younger Julian standing in th
Julian sat in his car, gripping the steering wheel tightly. His heart still pounded in his chest, the image of Alexis standing in the doorway burned into his mind.She hadn’t told him to leave.She hadn’t slammed the door in his face.That had to mean something, didn’t it?He let out a heavy breath, resting his forehead against the wheel. He had spent so long fighting battles against Charlotte, against his mother, against the world… but this was the most important fight of all. The one for Alexis.And if waiting was what it took, then he would wait.He just prayed she would give him the chance to prove himself before it was too late.Julian knew better than to push.For the first time in his life, he was stepping back, not because he was giving up, but because he finally understood that love wasn’t something he could win like a business deal or a war. Alexis wasn’t a prize to be claimed. She was a woman who had been hurt, who had every right to doubt him, and if he truly wanted a futu
Alexis pressed the power button on her phone, silencing the vibration that followed Julian’s call. Her heart was pounding, her emotions tangled in a war between longing and self preservation. She had spent weeks convincing herself that she was done with him, that she had buried every last trace of love she had for him beneath the rubble of his betrayal.But then, there he was, standing in front of the entire world, stripping himself of his armor and baring his soul in a way she never thought he would. And now, she didn’t know what to do with the feelings clawing their way back to the surface.A knock at the door jolted her from her thoughts. Her breath caught. Had he come to see her? No, Julian wouldn’t be that reckless, would he?Slowly, she made her way to the door, her pulse racing. When she opened it, she wasn’t sure whether she felt relieved or disappointed to see Sophia standing there instead.“Can I come in?” Sophia asked softly, her eyes searching Alexis’ face.Alexis stepped
The world erupted in a frenzy the moment Julian Devereux's press conference ended. News outlets, social media platforms, and television channels dissected every word he had spoken, every frame of his expression. His admission of love for Alexis Montgomery, combined with the exposure of Charlotte’s corruption, sent shockwaves through the business world and beyond.Some lauded Julian for his honesty, praising his courage in standing against Charlotte. Others, however, were less forgiving.“So Alexis was really nothing more than a pawn in a revenge plot?”“She should’ve never married him in the first place. He destroyed her.”“Why is Julian being praised for ‘love’ when he manipulated her from the start?”Within hours, #AlexisMontgomery trended worldwide. News anchors debated whether she had been complicit in Julian’s schemes or simply another victim of powerful men playing dangerous games. Everyone had an opinion, and Alexis, despite her best efforts, could not drown out the noise.She
Alexis blinked, but she remained silent.Julian took a step closer. “I love you, Alexis. Not because it’s convenient. Not because I want to win. But because even after everything, even when you have every reason to hate me, you are still the best thing that has ever happened to me.”A flicker of something crossed her face, something he couldn’t quite place.But then she inhaled sharply and shook her head. “Love isn’t enough, Julian.”He knew that. He had always known that.But he wasn’t giving up.“I know,” he said softly. “But I’m going to prove to you that I can be the man you deserve.”Alexis looked at him, searching his face, as if trying to find the lie.She didn’t respond right away. And for now, Julian didn’t expect her to.This was just the beginning.And he would fight for her, for them, with everything he had left.Alexis’ chest tightened as she stared at Julian, his words still hanging in the air between them. I love you, Alexis. She wished she could believe him, wished she
Harrison Montgomery stared Julian down, his sharp gaze cutting through the younger man like a blade. Julian had confessed everything, his revenge, his betrayal, his regret, but none of that changed what he had done to Alexis. None of it erased the pain he had caused.Harrison leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers. His expression was unreadable, but Julian could see the fury simmering beneath his composed exterior.“You don’t deserve her,” Harrison said, his voice cold and absolute.Julian swallowed but didn’t argue. He knew it was true.“And yet,” Harrison continued, his eyes narrowing, “I have never seen my daughter care about someone the way she cared about you. Even now, after everything, she still feels something.”Julian’s breath hitched. He had spent weeks believing Alexis wanted nothing to do with him. That her hatred had erased any trace of love she once held for him.Harrison sighed, standing up and adjusting his cufflinks. “So, here’s how this is going to go, Deve