Heather's POV Although Alexander couldn't properly walk yet, modeling agencies had already begun to call and harass him for jobs again. He hadn't accepted any yet, but I was sure it wouldn't be long before he did so. He could walk up and down the stairs now without any problems, and could jug for short amounts of time. He wasn't back to full health, but it was clear that he was making great improvements.Although Alexander was happy that he was getting deals after everything that had happened, we still had no idea how news of his surgery had gotten out to the public. It was in front of every newspaper and big magazine, and his phone wouldn't stop buzzing from all the girls and companies trying to reach out to him. At first we had thought Dr Harrington was the snitch, but Alexander figured it was either his father or Mathew who had pulled this stunt. Although all the attention was a bit sickening, I was happy for Alexander most of the time. We might not be couples at the moment, but
Alexander's POV Although my blood was boiling, I remained calm, maintaining a steady smile as I continued my discussion with Rose. One thing was certain, and that was the fact that I was never going to work with her establishment no matter how much they had to offer. She had crossed a line, and I didn't care if she didn't know that Heather was my wife or not. Her reaction was simply too abrasive, and was not one that I could condone.With a smile on her face, Rose reached for my hand on the table and squeezed it gently. "I'm glad you can walk again, perhaps we can celebrate over dinner tonight?" Rose offered, squeezing Alexander's hands a bit tighter. I pulled my hand away gently but firmly, my smile faltering just enough to let her know I wasn’t interested. “I appreciate the offer, Rose, but I’ll have to decline. My schedule is already packed.”Her smile tightened, but she didn’t let it drop. “You’re always so busy, Alexander. Surely you can spare a little time for an old friend. E
Alexander's POV "It's been a while, Alex. How have you been?" Cynthia inquired in her calm soothing voice. I didn't reply immediately, I was far too stunned to reply as quickly as I should have. How did she get my number? Why was she calling? What was going on? My thoughts were a chaotic mess as I stared at my phone, unsure of how to react to the shock of hearing her voice. "Alex?" she prompted, her voice pulling me back to the present, and only then did I realize that I might have been silent for a little too long. I cleared my throat, trying to steady myself. "Cynthia... it's unexpected to hear from you. I've been well, you?" "Well? Surely that's not all," she said with a small laugh that was all too familiar to my memories. "You did just regain your ability to walk after a year, Alex." "Oh," I said, trying my best to sound calm and collected even though I was anything but. My years of experience in hiding my true feelings helped me manage that. "You heard about that too?"
Alexander's POV I perused through the collection of luxurious suits on the revolving display stand within the closet of my large bedroom. There were all styles and brands among them, each one costing well over tens of thousands of dollars. These were the finest clothes money could buy in the city and yet for some reason, I could not get myself to settle down well enough to select one. "Damnit," I cursed quietly under my breath as I left the closet and pointed at one of the maids standing demurely at the corner of the room. "You there, go into that closet and pick out something good for me." The maid seemed visibly surprised to be given such a task but at expected from one of the professionals I had hired, she did not voice a single complaint as she went on to carry out the instruction. I waved a hand for another maid to come over as I settled down in the comfortable loveseat. She was carrying a silver tray laden with a sparkling bottle of chilled ginger ale and a shot glass. Upo
Alexander's POV I did not realize I had frozen until I felt my blood rushing through my ears due to a lack of oxygen flowing into my body. It was as if the air had suddenly gotten three times denser than normal, making it hard to breathe. As I slowly regained the ability to inhale and exhale, I realized that my right knee was shaking a little under the table. With a subtle movement, I placed a hand over it to still the limb. I was glad I had not picked up anything from the moment I arrived here, because it would have most likely dropped from my hand a few seconds ago. Staring at the beautiful lady seated across me, I could not figure out what the hell her game plan was. What did she mean by her words? How could she want us to get back together especially after the disastrous end of our last relationship? What was that supposed to mean? "Alex?" Cynthia called out after I had remained silent for too long. There was a subtle vulnerability in her voice that almost managed to surpri
Matthew's POV As a leader of a cartel, there was very little I could not have access to whenever I wanted. Women, money, wealth, there was no limit to the pleasures I could obtain. But at the end of the day, there was something that mattered far more to a man than all of that. Respect was something that could not be bought. It had to be earned, and I had gotten mine through blood and fear. I leaned back in the massive luxurious velvet sofa, hoping to enjoy the show that was currently being put on solely for my viewing pleasure. As I reclined back, several soft hands drifted across my bare chest, caressing my skin with expert seductiveness. My arms automatically extended to wrap around the two closest women at my sides before sliding down to touch them. Even though I felt absolutely nothing for them, they were very much aesthetically pleasant, pretty faces complete with curvy figures dressed in scandalously risque clothes. The multicolored lights on the ceiling above gave the pr
Heather's POV I wiped down the marble counter of the kitchen for the umpteenth time, until I was finally able to see the reflection of the ceiling on its glistening surface. Looking around the rest of the kitchen which I had spent a majority of the past hour and a half cleaning, I smiled a little at the minor sense of accomplishment that rose within me at that. That did not last long though, once I remembered that I should not really be doing this after all. I was supposed to be the wife of this house, not one of the help. But circumstances had seemed to decide otherwise and my husband himself had agreed with it. I was not always upset with the situation, but every once in a while, I wondered what it would be like if I never had to deal with any of this. From the betrayal at the hands of those shallow, greedy thieves I used to call my parents, to my essential sale to the Forger family, and now to my role as a house maid in the home of Alexander Forger, all in an attempt to keep
Alexander's POV Ever since that night when Cynthia had decided to come slithering her way back into my life, it seemed as if everything had begun to regress. Even though Heather and I had never really had much of a physical relationship, since neither of us had really wanted this marriage in the first place, it was a lot worse now. I knew that she had to keep up appearances as a maid in my house in order to keep suspicions about her identity a secret, but lately it seemed as if there was something else behind her actions. Whenever I entered a room that she was in, she would only stick around for a couple of seconds before running off. It was as if she could not stand being in my presence and I honestly could not fathom why. And even though I tried not to show it, receiving such a reaction from Heather of all people was something I had never expected which was why it actually hurt like this. Still, I was not going to let it get in the way of what I had to do. Heather had said th
Alexander's POV I used my body as a shield to keep Heather safe from whatever the fuck was happening. Were we being targeted? Or had we simply gotten caught in the middle of a gang rivalry? The former seemed to likely be the case, the restaurant seemed to be the only thing being targeted. What was going on? Was this Matthew's doing? Surely he wouldn't be this careless, would he? Although a private establishment, the restaurant was not in a secluded area, residential areas were nearby, so there was no way people wouldn't recognize his cartel. Had he sent them after me regardless of that risk? Was he really that desperate to get rid of me? "Tsk..." I lamented audibly while I held Heather tightly in my arms. It took a while for the restaurant's security to retaliate, and another five minutes before the exchange came to a halt. I didn't blame them for taking so long, this place was built for eating, not for warfare, and an unexpected attack like this was not something they could e
Alexander's POV I used my body as a shield to keep Heather safe from whatever the fuck was happening. Were we being targeted? Or had we simply gotten caught in the middle of a gang rivalry? The former seemed to likely be the case, the restaurant seemed to be the only thing being targeted. What was going on? Was this Matthew's doing? Surely he wouldn't be this careless, would he? Although a private establishment, the restaurant was not in a secluded area, residential areas were nearby, so there was no way people wouldn't recognize his cartel. Had he sent them after me regardless of that risk? Was he really that desperate to get rid of me? "Tsk..." I lamented audibly while I held Heather tightly in my arms. It took a while for the restaurant's security to retaliate, and another five minutes before the exchange came to a halt. I didn't blame them for taking so long, this place was built for eating, not for warfare, and an unexpected attack like this was not something they could e
Alexander's POV I used my body as a shield to keep Heather safe from whatever the fuck was happening. Were we being targeted? Or had we simply gotten caught in the middle of a gang rivalry? The former seemed to likely be the case, the restaurant seemed to be the only thing being targeted. What was going on? Was this Matthew's doing? Surely he wouldn't be this careless, would he? Although a private establishment, the restaurant was not in a secluded area, residential areas were nearby, so there was no way people wouldn't recognize his cartel. Had he sent them after me regardless of that risk? Was he really that desperate to get rid of me?"Tsk..." I lamented audibly while I held Heather tightly in my arms. It took a while for the restaurant's security to retaliate, and another five minutes before the exchange came to a halt. I didn't blame them for taking so long, this place was built for eating, not for warfare, and an unexpected attack like this was not something they could easily
Heather's POV The days felt slower, and I never failed to wake up with a feeling of regret every morning. How could I not feel bad when I constantly had to wake up by the side of the man whom I had betrayed and cheated on. Matt wouldn't stop calling, and each time I saw his name on my phone screen, I was reminded about everything that happened. It felt torturous, I just wanted to forget about everything that had happened, but I just couldn't escape it no matter how hard I tried. It had been stupid of me to get involved with another man while I was married in the first place, and now I was simply paying for my mistakes. "Are you ready, yet?" Alexander inquired as he walked down the stairs, his voice effectively distracting me from my thoughts. "Y...Yes." I stammered, hoping he hadn't caught the look on my face earlier. "Are you sure about this?" I asked, concerned and scared. "Yes, we deserve it. You deserve it." He replied as he walked forward to me. Once I was within reach,
Mathew's POV Although we had a job at hand, I just couldn't stop thinking about Heather. Why did she suddenly suggest that we stop? What had happened? Did she not like me like that? Or have I simply lost my touch? It had been a full day now and I still couldn't get it out of my head. I had called her numerous times, texted her a dozen long paragraphs but she just wouldn't reply nor return my calls. I never imagined that I would be this down for a lady I had met barely a month ago. Something was just different about Heather, and I had gotten drunk on whatever pheromones she was emitting. She was all I could think about, and it was slowly driving me insane. "When do we leave, boss?" Viktor inquired, his deep voice jolting me back to reality. I had almost forgotten about our job, and I could tell that Viktor was not happy one bit with this recent development. He was already mad at me for not taking the Forgers too seriously, and that was why he had lashed out at Cynthia the other day
Alexander's POV The last thing I had expected to hear when I got up from bed was the fact that Cynthia could be a serial killer. This practically just told me that I had no idea who Cynthia really was, and it genuinely terrified me. But then again, there was a solid possibility that this man was lying. I highly doubted that he was being dishonest, but that was simply not enough to prove that he was lying. "You do not seriously think that I'll believe you, do you? I've only known you for like five minutes, and you expect me to believe that someone I've known for years is a mass murderer of old men?" I challenged, crossing my arms and staring Maxwell down. My voice was steady, but internally, I was grappling with a storm of doubt. As much as I wanted to dismiss his claim outright, there was no denying that Cynthia had definitely changed. She had many connections, and was bigger than I had imagined over the course of a year. I never really questioned her about her means of survival,
Alexander's POV Although I wanted to find who the bastard sleeping with my wife was, Matt was simply not enough information to make that dream reality. I had no idea what he looked like, and I simply didn't want to discuss that matter any further than I already have. The last I wanted was to remind myself or Heather that she had been unfaithful. Stepping on the acceleration pedal, I sped off into the highway, determined to get to work on time. I hadn't been able to get anything done the previous days thanks to my thoughts always distracting me, as well as Cynthia always coming at the wrong time. But today would be different. I had worked on those thoughts, and I was sure Heather wasn't going to cheat on me anymore, at least not in a long time. I reached the office ten minutes earlier than usual, clocked in, and immediately got to work. It was crucial that I finished on time so that I could go back to Heather and keep her company. She had said she would take a break from school for
Alexander's POV I did my best to concentrate on work, but no matter how much I tried, I just couldn't get the image of Heather kissing another guy out of my head. It had been three days since she told me about the incident, and I still couldn't get it out of my head. I had been with her the past three days, making sure that she wasn't going around playing around with other guys, as well as keeping her company and giving her all the love she deserved. While I wanted to play my part as her husband properly, I was mostly spending time with her so that she wouldn't have to go out and be with the man that had supposedly kissed her by accident. "Stop thinking about that!" I cautioned myself as I tried to focus on the tons of paperwork in front of me. It was simply impossible to not think about it, I loved Heather and I didn't want her to be taken from me. Who was this guy? What did he look like? And what exactly had he done and said to Heather? Taking a deep breath, I fell back to the c
Alexander's POV I stared at Heather with stunned eyes, unsure of how to react to what she had told me. I suspected that something like that might be going on, but I never really imagined that it would be true. "It wasn't anything serious, I think he just missed my cheeks by accident." Heather explained in a rather frantic voice after she caught the look on my face. I knew for certain that he hadn't missed her cheeks by accident, and I knew that it was definitely something serious for whoever this Matt guy is. Heather might not take it seriously, if she was really committed to the relationship, I was certain she wouldn't let me know. However, I couldn't say the same for Matt who had no idea that Heather was married. "It..it's fine, Heather, I'm not mad at you." I finally replied after a full minute of silence. She had worked up the courage to tell me, and I was really grateful for that. At least she was better than me who couldn't even think of approaching her with the truth