Alexander's POVI know walking out on Thalia like that felt like the right move in the moment, but it nagged at me immediately. Lord help me that woman would be the death of me, she was just so fucking perfect. She could unravel me in ways no one else could. I was twisted in my ways and I couldn’t do that with her. I found myself descending into the not-so-secret basement, a hidden space in the house, to do what I always did when I do something shitty…drink. Now I was halfway through a bottle of bourbon, nursing a glass while Thalia's flushed face lingered in my mind.A soft ping interrupted the silence. I glanced at my phone, it was a message from Grace, the HR manager at Asplundh & Co., the same one who'd been feeding me vital intel to thwart Brandon's greedy schemes."Mr. Dahl found out about the incident with Mrs. Thalia last night. He said he sent someone for her and had warned both of you, but you didn't listen" My brows furrowed, Brandon? He couldn't have orchestrated someth
Alexander's POV "This is much bigger than I anticipated" I said, and he nodded. "Yes, Yes" Patrick said exhaling a cloud of smoke.I sighed, irritation building inside me, my fingers slid the documents back into the envelope before I spoke"What about the blast? Any updates?" I asked. It had been days since the explosion at HQ and the lack of progress was eating at me.Patrick shook his head, the smirk on his face replaced by a grim expression. “None at all, the suspect pool is still too large" he said exhaling another thick cloud of smoke.I leaned back against the seat, rubbing my temples "You've made too many enemies" I muttered knowing fully well he didn't like hearing that.He paused, the cigar resting on his lips "My enemies know better than to take action against me" he said coldly "The person behind the blast is your enemy" I stared at him managing a breathless chuckle "Or" I said “a common enemy of both of us" Patrick met my gaze, his eyes dark with thought then he nodded
Alexander's POV I was halfway up the stairs when I heard Nolan's voice from above, he stood at the railing, leaning over to look at me with a frown."Alex?" I stopped and met his eyes then gave a slight nod "Let me get up there first" I climbed the last few steps, closing the distance between us, as I reached him, his eyes shifted to the envelope I held in my hand."What did Patrick say?" he asked, his tone edged with frustration. I handed him the envelope, and he opened it quickly scanning the contents, his expression darkening. "Of course, he's Russian and ex-military" He rubbed his hand over his face letting out a low irritated hiss between his teeth. I chuckled dryly more out of disbelief than amusement."Who hires guys like this just to deliver a letter?" Nolan said"Do we even want to know?" I said "Maybe not" he muttered a flicker of concern crossing his face, and then he handed the envelope back to me."What about the blast?" he asked, his voice low "Any updates?" "None
Thalia's POV We stepped outside, the Sunset Echo Antiques shop. The sun bathing us in its last golden glow for the day. I sighed staring at the swinging sign with a pang of disappointment. "Damn, I really thought a voice of bronze' meant this store" I muttered.The antique shop had seemed like the perfect answer—a familiar place from my childhood, and there was an arcade game machine called the lake. Cassie gave a sympathetic smile, nudging me gently "I mean it made sense, especially since you've been here so much” Sierra crossed her arms glancing up at the sign "And it even fits the clue, sunset Echo...it almost sounds poetic" I shook my head, trying to push away the feeling of failure "It's a dead end" I said finally "Let's just go home" Everyone nodded, and just as I turned toward the car, my stomach let out a low grumble.Sierra laughed "I saw a hotdog stand on the way here, let's stop there first" I chuckled dryly "Yes please, I haven't eaten anything all day" Cassie gave
Alexander's POV The cold water had been exactly what I needed, it sobered me instantly. I put on a pair of grey sweatpants and a white tee, feeling far better than I had a moment ago. Just as I ran a towel over my damp hair, my phone buzzed on the table. I picked it up and saw a string of missed calls and messages lit up the screen, from Liam, Nolan, and several other contacts who had reached out.My stomach tightened. Something was wrong. I pocketed the phone and practically jogged downstairs, the sounds of raised voices drew my attention and I entered the main hall.I was met with Mother's tear-streaked face, Father's tense demeanour, Liam's clenched jaw as he paced the room and Zachary was back too, his expression oddly grim. Mother's eyes locked on me immediately"Oh, Alex..." she whispered, her voice quivering "What's going on?" I demanded scanning the room as confusion tightened in my chest."When did you last speak to Thalia?" Father asked his voice low and controlled."She
Thalia's POV The air was thick with dust as we stood in front of the old mansion, its crumbling stone walls rising against the dusky sky. Every instinct told me to turn back, to find any other way home, but there was nowhere else to go, Cassie's breath was shallow beside me as she stared up at the house. Sierra shifted uneasily, kicking a small rock off the path."What if we try going back the way we came?" Sierra whispered, her voice barely audible above the silence that seemed to envelop the place. Cassie wrapped her arms around herself "It's too far, and the road's practically a dust bowl, we’ll be exhausted" she murmured, glancing away as if the sight of the house itself unnerved her."I... I can't risk it" She paused a slight tremor in her voice.A frown creased my brow as I turned to her "What do you mean 'can't risk it'?"She avoided my gaze, focusing instead on Sierra's phone as she muttered "I'll try for a signal again”Her fingers tapped anxiously, but her face fell when
Alexander's POV The car pulled up to the bar on Wall Street, where Patrick was already waiting, his security waved us in, directing us to the VIP section upstairs. As we entered, Patrick was at a large table, papers spread before him and his brother Callum worked attentively on his laptop in front of him. Four other men surrounded them, busy on their laptops, while one stood close to Patrick as they spoke quietly. It was clear they'd set up an emergency operations center. Patrick looked up his eyes narrowing"Finally," he muttered, pushing his papers aside and coming to us. "What do any of you know about Leo, the driver?" he asked "I hired him about six months ago through DuPont Security” I answered stepping forward.“That background checks out," he said "but his real name is Gerard Vogel. He came here from Germany with his family, under the alias 'Gibson'. He has two daughters and just now, the cops found his wife and kids dead in the basement of their home.” He paused then pulle
Thalia's POV I stirred awake, feeling the weight of a warm beam of sunlight spilling over my face. I blinked adjusting to the light coming from the cracked window, and realized I was no longer tied to a chair.For a brief second, I thought I was free, but the metallic clink as I tried to move my arms brought me back to reality. My back was pressed into a wall, and both my wrists were chained, pulled just far enough apart to prevent comfortable movements. "Cassie? Sierra?" I yelled my voice shaky and hoarse, my words seemed to be swallowed up by the silence, I looked around the room, it was empty except for a table pushed to the far end of the room.Then the door opened, and a man stepped in, he looked disheveled, his blond hair messy and falling into his eyes. He closed the door gently, pausing as if to assess me, then crossed the room to come to me. He unlocked the chain around my left wrist. I pulled back immediately but he tightened his grip."Be quiet” he muttered, not even look
Thalia's POV My eyes fluttered open, and the first thing I noticed was the warmth of sunlight streaming through the window .Morning. But it wasn't the sunlight that woke me. It was something else—a presence He stood there, not too far from the bed. An older man, dressed in a simple sweater and slacks, his demeanor calm, yet his gaze steady as he watched me. His hair was mostly gray, and his face carried the kind of lines that told a story of years, perhaps decades, of struggle.A soft smile curved his lips as he noticed my eyes on him “Good morning," he said, his voice low, almost soothing.For a moment, I was disoriented, then, with a deep breath, I realized something, I could move. My head shifted toward the window, following the sunlight, and then I tried flexing my fingers. They obeyed. A gasp escaped my lips, and this time it wasn't just in my head. I could speak again. Slowly, cautiously, I sat up, feeling the stiffness in my limbs but relishing the freedom of movement. My
Thalia's POV The first thing I noticed was the sound of crickets. It felt like they'd been chirping for hours, echoing faintly through the room.Slowly, my senses sharpened, pulling me out of the darkness. My eyes opened, greeted by the dim light of night spilling in through partially open curtains. I didn't recognize the room. My head felt heavy. No, not just my head—my entire body. It was like I'd been weighed down by an invisible force Panic flared in my chest as I tried to move. Nothing. My arms wouldn't respond, my legs stayed still, and even my voice was locked away. I tried again. Harder this time. Still nothing. It was suffocating, a helplessness I hadn't felt in years. My breathing was measured, and steady, like I wasn't even in control of that either. Every ounce of strength I could muster evaporated into futility. The door creaked open, the sound snapping me to attention. Bella peeked in, a slow, satisfied smile spreading across her face as her eyes locked on mine."Wel
Alexander's POV We arrived at the safe house just as Liam pulled in, it wasn't a coincidence; Liam had left earlier, claiming he had errands to run. Yet somehow, we ended up here at the same time. I didn't bother asking him why. With Liam, surprises weren't uncommon. As we entered the building and took the elevator down to the secure floor, Svetlana was already at her desk, stacking papers into neat piles, she paused mid-movement when she saw us."Good morning, Mr. Croft” she greeted me, her tone professional, her words sharp. But her eyes? They weren't on me. They were on Nolan I turned my head slightly, catching the unmistakable smile tugging at his lips as he returned her gaze. "It's done decrypting, isn't it?" I asked, my tone cutting through their silent exchange. Svetlana winced “Yes I believe so" she admitted, her smile faltering. "Come see for yourself” She led us to the tech lab. As expected, Evan was already at his station, his fingers flying across the keyboard, immer
Alexander's POV Nolan's hands were steady on the wheel as we drove toward the safehouse. My mind, surprisingly, was calm.The task ahead was clear: get to the safe house, unravel the tangled mess Brandon and Eugene had created, and put an end to their scheming. That part I could handle. It was business, calculated,methodical. But there was another problem, one that I wasn't sure I could solve. One I couldn't even fully name without a tightening in my chest. It all began years ago, with the Asplundh family. A private plane crash. Everyone assumed the family had been wiped out except for one survivor; Thalia Asplundh, the second daughter. She was young then, just a girl, sent to a rehabilitation center after the crash. She wouldn't eat. She wouldn't speak. She was trapped in her grief, shattered and silent.Years later, she came out. Therapy had pulled her back from the brink, though the scars were still visible to anyone paying attention. She returned to claim her place as CEO of her
Thalia's POV I stood outside the penthouse, debating my next move. Should I swallow my pride and go see Bella? Or should I head to Alexander's and collect my things? I thought briefly of texting Cassandra, but Tobias had seen to it that I couldn't contact Alexander, or anyone he was associated with, for that matter. It was suffocating. With a frustrated sigh, I decided on Bella. The building loomed before me, a towering reminder of a past I couldn't quite shake, I parked outside and took a moment to steel myself before heading up to the penthouse. The house looked the same, its colors bold and cold. To anyone else, it might seem pristine, but to me, it felt monochrome and lifeless. I rang the doorbell and knocked for good measure, within seconds, the door opened, and there she was Bella. She stood there in a cozy navy-blue sweater and loose pants, her baby bump just beginning to show.Oh, right. She was pregnant, I'd almost forgotten, her face was as familiar as it was alien, sof
Alexander's POV I hadn't noticed when Father entered the room. He knelt behind Mother, helping her to her feet. She was still sobbing uncontrollably, her body trembling as she clung to him. Zach stood stiffly, anger radiating off him in waves, but his girlfriend tugged at his arm, trying to pull him aside, the air in the room was thick—tension simmering and ready to boil over. Father steadied Mother as she cried into his chest, her hands gripping his suit jacket as though it were the only thing keeping her upright, he murmured something softly to her before leading her out of the room. A moment later, he returned, his expression firm, his presence commanding. "Zach" Father said, his voice low and authoritative, the kind of tone that left no room for argument "You will apologize to your mother" "What?!" Zach snapped, incredulous “Father, she interacted with the enemy!" "And she has apologized" Father replied, his tone unwavering. "You know your mother, Zachary. She acts from emot
Thalia's POV "How could I let this happen?" My voice cracked, barely above a whisper, as I stared down at the table. Grace pulled up on her computer. "It wasn't your fault, Thalia." Grace replied gently, but I shook my head, unwilling to accept her reprieve."No" I said, my tone firmer now, though my voice wavered, "I remember when you came to me and showed me what Brandon was doing, I saw the proof. And I—I hid the documents. I let him do this" My voice faltered, fading into the quiet of the office. Grace stepped closer, her expression resolute."Yes" she admitted without hesitation, her words sharp and piercing "but it doesn't matter anymore. What's done is done" Her eyes locked onto mine"So you let him do it—fine. The question now is, what will you do to undo it?" I drew in a shaky breath, her words passed through me in the whirlwind of my own thoughts, he stepped aside, giving me space to approach the computer screen, where the stark proof of the company's current state stared
Alexander's POV Sierra's words struck like a thunderclap, leaving the house in deafening silence as she stormed down the stairs and slammed the front door behind her. "Alex, I..." Mother began, her voice trembling with the load of an excuse she hadn't yet found. Before she could continue, Cassandra's voice rang out from the top of the stairs, cutting through the tension like a knife. "Lorraine?" Cassandra called out, her tone sharp and demanding, her figure appearing at the top landing. Behind her, Liam appeared, his brows furrowed as he placed a steadying hand on her shoulder "Alex? We heard yelling. What's going on?" he asked, his voice calm but tinged with concern. Cassandra didn't wait for an answer, she started down the stairs, her movements purposeful, her gaze locked on Mother, who visibly flinched under her niece-in-law's scrutiny. Liam followed closely behind, his posture protective, his eyes darting between all of us.Mother looked at me, her eyes pleading—begging me
Thalia's POVAfter wandering around the manor for a bit, I returned to my room, feeling a bit relaxed. Once inside, I decided to change. I peeled off my skirt and replaced it with a pair of fitted denim jeans, next, I grabbed a warm brown jacket and wrapped a soft scarf around my neck, and then I pulled my hair into a quick twisted ponytail. On the dresser, my phone buzzed with a notification, picking it up, I saw a new message from Bella. I sighed heavily, my jaw tightening What now? For a second, I considered ignoring her, but curiosity won and I opened the message. "Hello there, Thalia. I know you don't want to talk to me after all that I did, but I'd really appreciate it if you'd at least try"I stared at the screen, debating whether to respond, part of me wanted to delete the message and block her number, but instead, I typed a curt reply; "Where are you?"I hit send, feeling equal parts irritated and intrigued, shoving my phone into my pocket. I glanced at the mirror one la