Williams POV.When I woke up, the first thing I felt was a dull, throbbing pain in my arm. As the haze of sleep lifted, the memories of last night came rushing back—Carter’s rage, Allison’s daring move, and the searing pain of the bullet wound. I groaned, the reality of my situation settling in. I had been shot because I had followed Allison into that dangerous world. If I had just stayed at home, none of this would have happened.I tried to shift, but my body felt weak, drained. The room spun slightly as I managed to sit up. My arm was heavily bandaged, and every movement sent a jolt of pain through my body. “Sir, you’re awake!” My P.A., Jonathan, was suddenly at my side, his eyes wide with concern. “How are you feeling?”“Like I got shot,” I replied dryly, though the effort to sound casual was strained. “What’s happening at the company?”Jonathan hesitated, then launched into a brief summary. “There’s been some unrest, but we’re managing. I’ve been handling things while you were ou
Allison's POV.The doorbell rang, startling me out of my thoughts. I wasn’t expecting anyone. Peeking through the peephole, I saw a delivery person holding an enormous bouquet of flowers. I opened the door, and the delivery person handed me the bouquet with a polite smile before walking away.I closed the door and carried the flowers to the kitchen table, setting them down gently. The arrangement was beautiful, with vibrant colors and a sweet fragrance that filled the room. But who would send me flowers?I searched through the bouquet until I found a small card tucked between the stems. My heart skipped a beat when I saw the name.**"Hello, from your stalker. - Williams"**I couldn’t help but laugh. It was stupid and amusing all at once. Here he was, lying in a hospital bed with a bullet wound, and he had the audacity to send me flowers. How pathetic.I rolled my eyes, tossing the card aside. What was he trying to prove? That he still cared? That he was sorry for everything? Sending f
Williams POV.I was still struggling with the constant, dull throb in my arm from the bullet wound. It served as a painful reminder of my failures and the mess I had made of my life. But the physical pain paled in comparison to the emotional agony of losing Allison. I had to know more about her. The woman I had once known as Seraphina was now a different person entirely, and I needed to know more about her past.I picked up the phone and dialed Jonathan’s number. He answered on the second ring. “Good morning, Mr. Luther. How can I assist you?”“Jonathan, I need you to hire the best private investigator money can buy,” I said, my voice steely with determination. “I want to know everything about Allison’s life before she met me, and after. And that Edward guy I keep seeing around her.”Jonathan hesitated for a moment. “Are you sure, sir? This might dig up some things that—”“Just do it,” I snapped, cutting him off. “I need to know.”A few days later, Jonathan arranged a meeting with a m
Williams POV.I sat in my villa, the luxurious surroundings doing little to soothe my restless mind. The atmosphere was thick with tension as I awaited Edward Blackwood's arrival. The very thought of him stirred up a burning jealousy within me, despite my considerable wealth and influence. He was always by Allison's side, protecting her, supporting her, and it made my blood boil. Today, I was determined to change that.Edward arrived punctually, his demeanor calm and composed as he was ushered into my study. I rose to greet him, forcing a polite smile."Edward, thank you for coming," I said, extending my hand. He shook it firmly, his eyes steady and cold."Williams," he acknowledged, taking a seat opposite me. "What is this about?"I took a deep breath, readying myself for the conversation ahead. "I won't beat around the bush, Edward. I have a proposal for you." I leaned forward, my eyes locking onto his. "I'm willing to offer you $15 million if you leave Allison."Edward's reaction
Allison POV.Williams had always known how to make a statement. So when he discovered through his P.A., Jonathan, that my childhood home was still standing but in desperate need of repairs, he decided to do something monumental.One morning, I woke up to the sound of construction. Groggy and irritated, I peered out my window to see a team of workers swarming my house like ants. New windows, a fresh coat of paint, a completely renovated garden—it was a full-scale makeover.I stormed outside, my robe flapping in the wind. “What the hell is going on here?” I shouted at the foreman.He tipped his hat, looking apologetic but firm. “Ma’am, we’ve been hired to renovate the property. Mr. Luther insisted on the best for you.”My blood boiled. “Tell Williams I don’t want his charity. Stop all work immediately.”The foreman hesitated, but then his phone buzzed. After a quick conversation, he turned back to me. “I’m sorry, ma’am, but Mr. Luther has given strict orders to proceed unless directly i
Allison's POV.I was in the middle of a debriefing with my team when my phone buzzed with a message. It was Jake, one of my most reliable agents. I quickly scanned the text, and my blood ran cold.Jake: Allison, Edward got into a fight with Williams at his villa. Thought you should know ASAP.I felt a mix of shock and anger rising within me. Edward and Williams? Fighting? This was unbelievable. My first instinct was to storm out and find Edward, but I forced myself to stay calm. I finished the debriefing, though my mind was elsewhere, and dismissed my team.As soon as I was alone, I grabbed my jacket and headed straight for Edward’s apartment. I needed answers, and I needed them now.When I arrived, I didn’t bother knocking politely. I banged on the door, my heart pounding with frustration. Edward opened the door, his expression a mix of surprise and concern.“Allison,” he started, but I cut him off, pushing past him into the living room.“What the hell were you thinking, Edward?” I s
Allison's POV.I slipped into the office building, my disguise flawless: a tailored suit, glasses, and my hair pulled into a tight bun. Williams' company, Montgomery Enterprises, was busy as usual, and I was just another staff member in the sea of employees. Mia's voice crackled in my ear through the tiny device she had provided."Alright, Allison. You're in. The conference room is on the third floor, second door on the right. Remember, blend in and observe."I nodded subtly, even though she couldn't see me, and made my way to the elevator. Williams' company was immaculate, a proof of his obsession with perfection. As the elevator doors closed, I took a deep breath, my heart pounding with anticipation.This was it. The day Rajesh Patel, the Indian billionaire, was meeting with Williams. Patel was one of the wealthiest men in the world, and this partnership could propel Williams' company to new heights. But I had other plans.The conference room was a hive of activity. Williams and his
Allison's POV.I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the dark top that hugged my curves just right. The tiny shorts and net leggings completed the look, giving me the appearance of a stripper without being too revealing. Heels added the final touch, making me taller and more confident. Tonight had to be perfect.Walking into the club was like entering another world. The flashing lights, the pulsating music, and the scent of alcohol and sweat created an atmosphere charged with energy. I made my way to the back, blending in with the other dancers, and waited. It wasn't long before Williams, Rajesh, and their men arrived. They were led to the VIP section, a plush area overlooking the dance floor. I took a deep breath and prepared myself. This was my stage now.As the music changed to a slower, more seductive beat, I stepped onto the floor. The spotlight found me instantly. I began to move, letting the rhythm guide me, my body swaying with ease. All eyes were on me, but I only h