Alexander's POV The news of Logan Forger's burnt warehouses was on the front page of every newspaper and magazine in the city. I hadn't really expected that my father would listen to my threats and risk having his entire business destroyed by Mathew, but apparently that had been the case. However, I knew it wasn't going to be long before he called me and demanded something else in return for this. The Logan Forger I knew was never going to let something like this slide. And as for Mathew, he had shown that he was capable of keeping his threats. He was clearly dangerous, and it had become obvious that he was going to be a tough shell to crack. He was beginning to make moves that might cause serious trouble for me in the long run. "Come back to bed, Al. Why do you have to leave so early?" Cynthia grumbled sleepily. I paid her no attention as I hurriedly put on my clothes. "I have matters that I have to attend to." I replied curtly, straightening my morning hair as well as searchi
Logan's POV It had become clear that Mathew wanted war, and there was no way in hell that I was going to back away from this fight. He had crossed a line, one that I simply couldn't ignore. I had done my best to keep things subtle between us simply of guilt and the fact that he was family. They had called it cowardice, but I didn't care, I didn't listen to what anybody said, I just wanted to keep my son and my company alive. But now that Mathew had directly threatened the two things I cared about the most, there was no way I was going to sit still and let it slide. I knew exactly where to hit Mathew hard, and I was not going to let this opportunity slide. His cartel was a large one, and Matthew Forger had a big reputation in the underground business world. His cartel was mostly responsible for the sale of transportation of goods in the black market, and I had inside info that they were transferring illegal merchandise into the city tonight. While I had no idea what the produc
Mathew's POV "That son of a bitch!" I spat the moment announced the news to me. More than a dozen of my men had been arrested at last night's raid of the Black Box, and I had no doubt in my mind that this was Logan Forger's doing. This was payback for burning his warehouses. He clearly was no longer the coward he used to be, and that had clearly become a serious problem. "I'll kill him! I'll fucking kill that bastard!" I rampaged, throwing everything in sight and smashing anything that was too heavy to lift and launch at the wall. "He's playing with me! He's fucking playing with me." "Give me an order, I'll make sure he pays for this!" Viktor demanded calmly, though the rage he felt at that moment was difficult to conceal. He was shaking, seething with rage. His cousin had been one of the apprehended members, and this wasn't a raid done by the police. The fucking army were involved, the state military, it wasn't a case I could simply resolve with power. If anything, it was probab
Heather's POV Grocery shopping was something I did once a week, and it was one of the few times I had to leave the house besides school. Strapping my purse to my side, I stepped out of the house with a smile. I turned to the car parked by the side, I hadn't had the chance to learn how to drive, and each time I saw Alex's gift wasting, I felt sad. He had promised to teach how to drive soon, but he was always too busy for something as tedious as driving lessons. Letting out a sigh, I walked towards the main road to flag down a taxi. A part of me preferred taking a taxi to driving a car. I knew that driving such a luxurious car would do nothing but pull attention towards me, and attention was the last thing Alex and I wanted. After ten minutes of sitting in complete silence, the taxi finally came to a halt in front of the city mall. It was usually busy during the weekends, and a packed mall was a haven for pickpockets and purse snatchers. Though I hadn't been a victim, it wasn't dif
Mathew's POV "Heather Stone." I read out from the ID that Viktor had slipped out of her purse two days ago. She had caught my eyes the moment I saw her inside the mall. She was a pretty lady, and there was something about her that had immediately caught my eyes. Determined to know more about her, I had sent Viktor to pretend to be a purse snatcher so that I could get some info on her. Viktor had already taken the ID out of her purse before I knocked him down and retrieved the purse. She was a student according to her ID card, and that definitely came as a surprise. Nothing about her screamed the fact that she might be a student, and that even made me more intrigued. "Are you really going after a girl you met two days ago?" Viktor inquired with a surprised look on his face as we parked in the school's parking lot. "Maybe." I returned curtly before stepping out of the car. "Stay put, I don't want you to ruin this for me with your stuck up attitude." Viktor only gave me a small smil
Cynthia's POV The last person I had expected Alexander's wife to be with was Matthew Forger! Not only that, they both seemed to be having a good time with each other, and if I wasn't mistaken, had possibly come here for a date. What's going on? Do they know each other? Or was I simply seeing things?! No, I was definitely not hallucinating, the shocked expressions on both Mathew and Heather's face was enough to tell me that I wasn't seeing things. They could both see me, and it was clear that they hadn't expected to meet me here. I sat still for a moment, unsure if I should stand up and approach them, or simply pretend like I hadn't seen them at all. I wanted to go with the latter, but curiosity killed the cat. Rising from my seat, I approached Heather, completely ignoring Mathew. Heather was the reason I was here, I knew she passed through this route whenever she was going home, and I had planned to intercept her and have a word, but I hadn't expected her to come here with M
Heather's POV I had a strong feeling that Cynthia hadn't left even after she exited the restaurant, and I had been correct. The moment I was done with Matt, she had appeared out of nowhere and had intercepted my path. "What?!" I snapped at her angrily. I knew what she was up to, and I was in no mood to play those games with her. "So when were you going to tell Alex about your hot friend?" Cynthia asked just like I had expected she would. She crossed her arms dramatically, a sly grin slowly spreading across her face. Her tone was full of mockery, and I knew she wasn't going to leave me alone unless I said something to her. “I do not owe you an explanation about who I have lunch with,” I replied curtly, but Cynthia wasn't going to leave me alone. "Then perhaps I should tell Alex that I saw you having lunch with a handsome man. You two seemed to be getting along quite well, it's a good thing I got a video of your precious moments." I felt my blood run cold the moment I heard the
Alexander's POV Although I was rarely around, there was no denying the fact that something had changed about Heather. I really couldn't place my finger on what it was, but the air around her had changed significantly. She didn't disturb me like she normally would, and she came back home a lot later than she normally used to. And also the fact that she always had a brilliant smile on her face each time time she returned. At first I had believed that she was simply happy because I had come home, but lately it felt different. It felt as though that smile had not been for me, and I just couldn't get the thought out of my head. "Is everything okay, Mr Forger?" Came the distracting question from one of the executives present at the meeting table. It was a firm that I had once worked with and wished to rekindle our past relationship with the help of none other than Cynthia. "Yes, I'm perfectly fine." I replied, nodding with a forced smile. She mirrored my expressions before returning to t
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