In a desperate bid to save her mother's life, Elena finds herself at a crossroads she never imagined. Stepping into the dimly lit embrace of a gentlemen's club, she prepares to make a sacrifice she never thought she would have to make. But fate has a twisted sense of humor, as she comes face to face with a man she never expected to encounter in such a place - Alexander Kennedy. What starts as a chance encounter quickly spirals into a proposition that turns Elena's world upside down. Instead of selling her body, Alexander offers her a marriage of convenience. A deal that promises to save her mother's life, but at a cost she never anticipated. For hidden beneath his charming facade lies a web of revenge, and Elena becomes a pawn in his dangerous game. Caught between a rock and a hard place, Elena is left with an impossible choice. Does she embrace the devil she knows, Alexander, and risk losing herself in his twisted plans?
View MoreAlexanderI stand at the entrance of the store, silencing the sales assistant with my finger. I recognize my wife straight away, but unfortunately, I also recognize the woman standing next to her. I stand back, out of view, my focus entirely on Elena.I listen as Elise accuses her of having a sugar daddy, as she throws Elena’s mother’s hospital bills in her face. It doesn’t escape my notice that she purposely makes it clear that the bags Alaric Rousseau bought for her are of the same value as the hospital bills.I keep waiting for Elena to stand up for herself, but she doesn’t. None of the confidence she has when she resists me is present. She’s feistier when she’s reminding me that all I own is her body, than she is right now.She starts to shake, and I walk toward her. Elise’s eyes widen when she sees me, but I keep my attention on Elena. “I’m late, Buttercup,” I say, wrapping my arm around her. “But I’m here now.”Elena relaxes in my arms and looks up at me in relief. The trust in
ElenaI wake up with my head on Alexander’s bare chest and snuggle closer. He’s got one arm wrapped around me, and I bury my nose against his neck.I smile at the memory of last night. He came to bed late last night, waking me up with countless kisses on my skin. The way touched me… he’s both rough and tender with me at the same time.Most days he’s gone by the time I wake up, but every once in a while, I wake up in his arms. I love those moments right before he wakes up, those moments when he’ll hold me close, when he makes me feel cherished. Those moments make our marriage more bearable—they help me forget that what we have isn’t real.“Your hair tickles.”I freeze in his arms, my entire body tense. I push away from him, but he won’t let me go. Instead, he pulls me closer. I blink, turning my head just a little. He’s got his phone in his hand, scrolling through his emails leisurely, his other hand on my waist.“Let’s go on a dinner date tonight. I think it’s time we start making fron
Alexander“Are you ready?” I ask, glancing over Elena’s outfit. She’s wearing a formal classy dress today, looking like an executive of some sort—like a Kennedy. “You look perfect.”Elena smiles at me, but the way she keeps touching her dress betrays her nerves. She follows me to my Aston Martin, her brows rising.“Didn’t you say we were going to your grandpa’s?” she asks, looking around. “I thought all Kennedys live on the same estate.”I smile and open the door for her. “We do, but the Kennedy estate is massive. This is just my mother’s mansion,” I say, tipping my head towards our house. It’s imposing all on its own.“My grandfather had his estate built so that each of his siblings and all of their kids would have their own space. It’s essentially an entire private neighborhood, so while this is all still private property, it takes about eight minutes to drive to my grandfather’s house. There’s no way we’re walking that far.”She looks around in awe and shakes her head. I forget tha
AlexanderI groan as I turn off my computer. This work day has taken far too long—it’s nearly 10pm. My phone buzzes just as I’m finally on my way home, and I unlock it with a sigh, assuming it’s more work waiting for me. Instead, I find a text message from the last person I expected to hear from.Jen:I think I made a mistake, Alec. I miss you so much. Please, can we talk?I stare at my phone in disbelief, my heart twisting painfully. How dare she text me after all this time? She’s engaged to fucking Matthew Rousseau. She’s marrying him on the day she was supposed to marryme. What the fuck does she meanshe misses me? I guess rumors about Elena and me reached her ears. I know what Jennifer is like—even if she doesn’t want me, she won’t want anyone else to have me either.I clench my phone in my hand, sorrow filling my heart. She fucking broke me, and now she has the gall to text me? The worst thing is that my first instinct is to text her back. To ask her if she’s okay. If something hap
AlexanderElena walks into the bar I asked her to meet me at and I sit back, watching her from afar. She’s wearing a red dress that at once looks fucking sexy on her, yet perfectly appropriate. Her eyes find mine, and she smiles, drawing attention to her red lips.I told Elena to meet me here so we can start getting the rumor mill going about us. I’m certain someone will attempt to take a photo of us, so I told her to dress up. I didn’t expect her to look this beautiful, though.We’ve been married for two weeks now, and we’ve gotten into a routine of sorts. I was worried that she’d be needy, that she’d promise me one thing and demand another, but that hasn’t been the case. She’s kept out of my way without me having to remind her of her promises, and she’s been keeping my mother company when I can’t be around. She’s been the perfect daughter-in-law, and she’s been an even more perfect wife, spreading those beautiful long legs for me without complaint, without any drama. She agreed to g
Elena“Let me see?” Sofia says.I hold my hand up excitedly, admiring my own nails.“They did a great job,” she says, and I nod. I can’t even remember the last time I was this pampered. Sofia arranged an entire spa day for the two of us. We got massages together, followed by hair and nail appointments. It’s been incredibly nice, but more than that, I’ve missed this feeling—the feeling of spending an entire day with a mother figure. There’s nothing like it.“Thank you,” I tell her.She smiles at me and shakes her head, her hand in mine. “Darling, you’re my daughter-in-law now. It’s my job to spoil you.”She brushes my hair behind my ear, a huge grin on her face. I’ve noticed that more often than not, she’s lost in thought at home, a sad expression on her face. But not today. She’s enjoyed today as much as I have.“Alec explained that you two will be staging your relationship for my father and the press? You know that won’t be easy, right?”I nod nervously. “I know,” I murmur. “But we do
ElenaI lie in bed by myself, unable to fall asleep. I don’t even know what time Alexander will be home tonight.Outside of the bedroom we don’t talk—there are no texts, no phone calls. I have no idea what his days even look like.Even now that I’m married, I fall asleep alone almost every night. My heart aches as I think of everything I wanted out of life. A happy family of my own that would be nothing like my own family. Children that would be loved beyond compare. A husband that adores me.I saved my mother’s life, but I gave up my own in return. I have no regrets. If given the choice, I’d do it all over again—but that doesn’t mean that I don’t mourn the dreams I’m giving up on. It doesn’t mean I don’t wonder what I might be missing out on.I turn around in bed, my eyes falling to Alexander’s pillow. How is it possible to experience heartbreak over something I’ve never had?The door opens and I sit up in surprise, the sheets falling to my waist. Alexander doesn’t even notice me as h
ElenaI walk into my mother’s new hospital room, if you can even call it that. I’m in shock as I look around. The room she’s in is huge and luxurious, resembling a hotel room instead of a hospital room, yet it has every bit of medical equipment my mother could need.I knew Alexander would take good care of her, but this is beyond my wildest expectations.“Hi, Mom,” I whisper, sitting down next to her. I glance around, my heart filling to the brim with gratefulness, happiness. She’s still here, she’s still alive. All thanks to my husband. It feels strange to even think of him that way, but that’s what he is now. My husband. I grab my mother’s hand and press a kiss to it. “I’ve missed you.”Part of me still expects her to one day smile and tell me she missed me too. It’s getting harder for me to remember the sound of her voice, the sound of her laughter.“There’s something that I’ve got to tell you,” I say carefully.Throughout the years I’ve always spoken to her the way I would if she w
AlexanderElena looks into my eyes, both her palms pressed to my chest, a blush coloring her beautiful face crimson.“Open them,” I say, placing her fingers over the buttons on my shirt. Elena bites down on her lip, a provocative look in her eyes. For a second I think she’ll disobey me, but then she does what I told her to.I watch her as more and more of my chest comes into view. Her breathing quickens and her hands move over my body eagerly, giving away the lust she feels. She hates how much she wants me, and I’m loving every second of it.My shirt falls open, and Elena gulps. I can’t help but grin. Everything about her is so genuine, her every reaction, every emotion displayed in her gaze.I lift her into my arms and she gasps, her arms finding their way around my neck. I carry her to my bed and place her down carefully.She looks up at me and grabs the sheets, covering herself up as best as she can. Her actions betray the nervousness behind her bravado, and I bite back a smile. I’
Elena I tip back my vodka mixer and order a second one, ignoring the bartender’s attempts to flirt with me. Thank goodness for the horrendous pounding music that drowns him out. I’m in no mood to socialize tonight, as usual. I shouldn’t have gone out at all, but I figured I should celebrate my 23rd birthday somehow. The bartender hands me my drink, and I try to resist the urge to finish it in one gulp. I learned the hard way that liquor won’t numb the emptiness and the worry I constantly feel. If it did, I would no doubt have become a raging alcoholic two years ago. It still gives me a pleasant buzz though, and tonight I’ll settle for that. I smile apologetically at the bartender who keeps glancing at me and turn away, my eyes roaming over the dance floor. It doesn’t take me long to find the girls I came with. We all work at the same diner, and when they found out it was my birthday, they insisted that I join them tonight. I should’ve said no, like I always do. I feel like the odd ...
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