Cynthia's POV "You've been quite busy lately, haven't you? How are things going along with your little girlfriend?" I inquired as I entered the room. Mathew was by the side, finishing up a discussion with one of his men by the time I arrived, and while it seemed like he heard me, he didn't pay me any attention until he was done with the discussion. "You were supposed to be here two hours ago? You're not slacking off, are you?" Mathew returned coldly, ignoring my earlier remarks completely. I scoffed, rolled my eyes dramatically before helping myself with the nearby seat. "You're the one running around chasing that Heather girl. If anyone is guilty of slacking off, then it's you Mathew, or should I call you Matt—" "Don't play with me!" Mathew snapped, clearly annoyed that I had referred to him with the name exclusively made for Heather. If only he knew exactly who he was dealing with, his reaction would probably be a lot different. "I've been watching you, Cynthia, and I know you'v
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 co
Heather's POV I wanted to push him away, to tell him to stop but my body spoke otherwise. Matt's hands grabbed me lustfully, his lips glued onto mine hungrily, never wanting to let go. I didn't fight back, if anything I wanted to see just where this would lead us. I could feel his hard outline pressed against my torso, his hands exploring every inch of me as we sat tangled in the backseat of his car. I wanted to stop this, I needed to! But every time I opened my mouth to protest, Matt's kiss would stop me from speaking. He definitely knew how to keep me silenced and compliant. It was as though he could read me before I did anything, and had been stopping me from refusing him with every move he made. His hands slipped beneath my blouse, fingers tracing the skin he uncovered as his kisses trailed from my lips to my neck. My heart pounded in my chest, guilt and anxiety slowly getting the best of me. The feeling of his hard outline pressed against me sent a jolt through my body,
Alexander's POV The first thing I noticed the moment Heather walked in was the ragged condition her clothes were in, followed by the look of despair that clouded her features. I didn't need to ask many questions to realize that something had definitely happened to her. Quickly, I rose from the couch and immediately approached her with concern and care. I hadn't gotten too close when the unmistakable scent of a man's cologne hit me. I was already accustomed to Heather's scent, and I knew what she smelt like before leaving for school that morning. It was wildly different from what she smelt like, and her clothes weren't in the condition they were in when she left as well. Deciding not to jump to conclusions, I swallowed my suspicions and gave her a warm embrace, holding her close and stroking her rough hair. "Tell me what happened? Did somebody do something to you?" I asked in a soft, careful tone, though my chest tightened with each passing second. Heather trembled slightly in my
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 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,
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
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,
Heather's POV I let the curtain fall and quickly moved to hide behind the wall the moment Alex's gaze nearly fell on me. My heart was still pounding in my chest, thanks to the unplanned moment we had a few minutes ago. I could still feel the slight tingles left over from then running through my body. It had come as a surprise to me, partly because I was still in a terrible mood with all that had been going on, but mostly because I had not really expected Alex to still have such interest towards me. The man was a notorious playboy, and he had the looks, money and charm to attract any lady he wanted. There was no doubt that he had been playing around with people far higher in value than I was, but for some reason he had continued to turn his sights on me. There was another problem in the picture still. Even though I had tried, I could not remove my mind from thinking about how Alex had gotten that lipstick on his cheek the other night. After he had gotten his ability to walk bac
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 k
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 hea
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 surviv
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
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 surviv
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 th
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 hea
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