Williams POV.The house was quiet as I paced back and forth in the grand living room. The news about Jessica’s pregnancy had left me in a state of numb acceptance. My bodyguards had just brought her back, along with her belongings, after confirming the pregnancy. Three months. The timing meant that the child was mine. I hadn’t wanted to believe it, but the facts were undeniable.I looked around the room, struggling with anger and resignation. This was not how I envisioned my life unraveling. The child was a reality now, and I had to accept it, even if it came with Jessica’s return. I couldn’t deny it, no matter how much I wanted to. Jessica’s presence was a reminder of the mistakes I had made, and it was impossible to escape the harsh reality of the situation.When Jessica finally stepped through the door, she took a deep breath, almost as if she was savoring her return. “It’s good to be back here again,” she said with a forced cheerfulness.Her words felt hollow, and I could barely m
Jessica's POV.I stared at my reflection in the mirror, frustration twisting my features. The pregnancy hadn't changed Williams’ feelings toward me; if anything, it seemed to push him further away. I let out a harsh laugh, feeling rage and bitterness. I thought the baby would make him embrace me with open arms, but all it did was deepen the chasm between us. The truth was, I never intended for Williams to be the father. The baby wasn’t his. It was the result of an affair with my ex-boyfriend, who had always been a thorn in my side. Even though I despised him, I couldn’t let go of the emotional hold he had on me. I’d tried to sever ties, but he had a way of worming back into my life, a weakness I couldn't escape.When I found out I was pregnant, I knew I couldn’t have the child with him. The thought of being a single mother, tied to a man I loathed, was unbearable. I wanted to use the pregnancy to secure my position with Williams. He was my way back to the top, the ladder I needed to
Allison's POV.I was alone in the quiet room, trying to find peace in the silence. The past few days had been overwhelming, and I desperately needed a moment to process everything. When Ryan, Mia, and Alex walked in, their faces were obvious they had news, and I braced myself for the news they were about to deliver.Ryan spoke first, his voice grave. “Allison, we’ve got an update. Jessica has left her studio apartment and is back with Williams.”The shock of the news hit me hard. “Back with Williams?” I echoed, struggling to comprehend. “After everything, he’s taken her back?”Mia nodded, her expression calm but firm. “Yes. Williams had his bodyguards bring her in. They confirmed she’s three months pregnant. He’s taken her back into his life, despite everything that’s happened.”A bitter laugh escaped me, unable to contain the wave of anger and disappointment crashing over me. “Of course he has,” I said, shaking my head. “Williams was always good at playing games.”Alex stepped forwa
Allison's POV.The evening sky was painted with hues of orange and pink as Edward’s car rolled up to Williams’s mansion. The massive estate stood ahead, guarded by a team of serious-looking bodyguards. I sat in the passenger seat, my heart pounding with anger and frustration. Edward glanced at me briefly before shutting off the engine.We stepped out of the car, the chill of the evening air biting at my skin. The bodyguards, stationed like sentinels, eyed us with suspicion. Edward took the lead, but I pushed past him, stepping directly in front of the guards. “I need to see Williams,” I said, my voice firm. “It’s important.”One of the guards, a burly man with a scowl, shook his head. “No visitors without prior approval.”I didn’t flinch. “Tell him Allison is here. It’s urgent.”The guard hesitated, then nodded reluctantly. I watched as he walked towards the mansion, disappearing behind the heavy front door. Edward stayed close, his presence reassuring.Minutes felt like hours as we w
Williams POV.The agony in my chest was almost unbearable as I watched Allison walk away. Each step she took seemed to amplify the crushing weight of my betrayal. Staring at her until she entered the car with Edward, I felt like I was suffocating under the weight of it all. My heart pounded violently as I turned back to Jessica, whose tears had now turned into desperate wails.I approached her, my voice sharp with pain and fury. “Jessica, tell me. Did you really send hitmen after Allison? Was it you all along?”Jessica looked at me with fear and feigned hurt. “No, Williams, it wasn’t me! I love you, and I’m carrying your child! How could you believe that, declaring your fucking undying love for her. Don't you have any regards for me?”Her words were designed to manipulate, and part of me wanted to believe her, but the truth was too glaring. “Stop lying! Tell me the truth! Was it you who tried to kill Allison?” My voice cracked, the raw emotion forcing me to shout louder than I ever ha
Allison's POV.Finally at home, I slammed the door to my apartment and paced the room, feeling the weight of the world pressing down on me. Everything seemed to be spiraling out of control. The confrontation with Williams and Jessica a few days ago, had left me raw and seething with anger each time I thought about it. I was so consumed by my thoughts that I almost missed the urgent buzz of my phone on the coffee table.When I finally picked it up, it was a message from Mia, who had been keeping me updated on the latest developments. My hands shook as I read the news she’d sent.“Allison, you need to know something important. Jessica’s brother is in town. He’s a five-star general and has been seen around the city, especially near Jessica’s place. It looks like he’s here to support her. Be careful.”The news hit me like a punch to the gut. Jessica’s brother, a five-star general? That meant he wasn’t just a powerful man; he was someone who wielded significant influence and authority. The
Allison's POV.Later that day, we had Sam cornered in one of our secure hideouts—a grimy, dark warehouse that smelled of old metal and musty wood. It was a far cry from the sleek, high-tech settings of our usual operations, but it served its purpose well. The cold concrete floor was stark against the cold steel chairs we’d made him sit on. The low hum of the overhead fluorescent lights created an oppressive atmosphere.I leaned against the wall, watching as Edward, Ryan, Alex, and Mia worked efficiently around Sam. We had managed to catch him with ease; he had been hiding out in a rundown apartment in the outskirts of the city, his whereabouts easily tracked thanks to the intel we’d gathered. The real challenge was extracting the information we needed.Sam, tied to the chair with his face bruised and bloodied from the initial interrogation, was a mess. Edward’s handiwork was evident in the puffy, swollen features. I could almost feel the intensity of Edward’s anger radiating through t
Williams POV.I stormed into Jessica’s ward, the metallic click of my shoes echoing in the hallway. My bodyguards, stationed just outside, remained vigilant as I pushed through the door. My thoughts were a whirl of guilt and concern; I had been feeling uneasy about her fall and the events that followed. But what I walked into made my blood boil.In the center of the room, Jessica was holding hands with a man who looked like he’d stepped straight out of a gritty crime movie. His arms were covered in tattoos, a ragged leather jacket hung loosely over his shoulders, and his smirk radiated trouble. The sight was jarring. My fists clenched involuntarily as I took in the scene. “Who the hell is this?” I demanded, my voice low and dangerous, the anger barely contained.Jessica’s eyes widened in surprise, and she looked up from the man’s hand, her face betraying a hint of discomfort. “This is Don,” she said, her voice strained. “He’s my cousin.”My eyes flicked back to Don, who stood there w
Allison's POV.Two months had passed since that nightmare, and Jessica was finally where she belonged: back in prison. Turns out, she had escaped with the help of her five-star general brother, James. But justice had a way of catching up to people like her. She was given more life sentences, no chance of parole this time, and James? Stripped of his rank, kicked out of the military, and sentenced to 15 years behind bars. The news was the most satisfying thing I’d heard in a long time.And Viktor Romanov? He couldn’t take the heat. The torture got to him. He’d ended his own life rather than face more of what was coming to him. It was hard to feel anything for him, knowing what he’d done to me, but at least that chapter was closed.I was still healing, but at least I was on my feet again. Viktoh had given me a six-month leave, after everything I’d suffered, and I wasn’t about to argue. I needed the time away. Time to breathe, to heal, to focus on what truly mattered.And today, it was ti
Allison's POV.My chest tightened, but I forced myself to sit up straighter. She shouldn’t be here. "You’re supposed to be in prison," I said, my voice steady despite the flood of memories—memories of how she had turned my life upside down, destroyed everything I had with Williams, and left me broken in more ways than one.Jessica’s smile only widened, her eyes gleaming with malice. "I got out." Her tone was casual, like she was discussing the weather. She stepped closer, and I could feel the venom between us. This woman… she had ruined everything. She had turned Williams against me, manipulated him, and made sure I lost our baby that night when I ran through the rain, heartbroken. That accident had ripped my world apart, and Jessica’s hands were all over it.And even after I came back, stronger and more dangerous than before, Jessica hadn’t stopped. She had tried to kill me more times than I could count. The desperation in her had reached insane levels, trying to trap Williams with
Allison’s POVThe steady beeping of the machines was the only sound filling the room, but I couldn’t focus on it. The sharp scent of antiseptic lingered in the air, making the sterile hospital walls seem even colder. My body ached in ways I hadn’t known were possible, but I was alive. I was here.The door creaked open softly, and I turned my head. It took a second for my eyes to adjust, but then I saw him—Williams, standing in the doorway, looking at me with an expression I couldn’t quite place. Was it relief? Concern?He stepped inside, his movements tentative, like he wasn’t sure if he should be here. His gaze swept over me, taking in the IVs, the bruises, the bandages. I could tell he was trying to hold it together, but the tension in his jaw gave him away.“Williams,” I whispered, my voice was shaky and low. I watched as he came closer, his eyes scanning my face. There was something in his expression I hadn't seen before—a softness, a vulnerability. When he reached my bedside, I
Jessica's POV.“Jessica?”I smirked as his voice rang through the office, laced with confusion. He hadn’t expected this. He hadn’t expected me. I slowly pulled back the hood of my jacket, revealing my face. His eyes widened, disbelief washing over his usually composed expression."Surprised to see me?" I asked, my voice light, teasing. I watched him carefully, savoring every second of his stunned reaction. His jaw tightened, but he said nothing at first, his sharp gaze piercing into me like daggers."I was released last week." I gave him a coy smile, stepping further into the office, the click of my heels sounding in the silence. His office was just as I remembered it—cold, impersonal, like the man who sat behind the desk. But I wasn’t here for the decor.Williams’s face remained hardened, but there was a flicker of something else in his eyes—anger, or maybe it was disgust. Either way, I had expected it.“What do you want, Jessica?” His voice was firm, devoid of any warmth or welcome.
Allison's POV.I blinked against the sterile light filtering in through the window, the room coming into focus in slow, painful waves. My body ached, every inch of me reminding me of what I had been through. But the confusion in my mind was worse. I didn’t know where I was, or how I had gotten here. The hospital.The smell of antiseptic, the steady beeping of machines—it was unmistakable. I was in a hospital bed, covered in bandages, weak and barely able to move. I tried to piece together how I’d ended up here. The last thing I remembered was Viktor, his cold, merciless eyes glaring down at me as his men... My stomach twisted at the memory. The torture, the pain. It was all too vivid, too raw.How did I survive?I shifted slightly, wincing as the pain flared across my ribs. That’s when I noticed Mia, fast asleep in the chair beside me, her head resting awkwardly on the armrest. She looked exhausted, her hair messy, dark circles under her eyes. “Mia?” My voice came out hoarse, barely
Williams POV.The world outside the ambulance blurred as we sped toward the hospital. My heart was pounding, faster than it ever had before. Mia sat across from me, her eyes wide and focused on Allison’s frail form, but all I could do was hold her hand, feeling the warmth slowly fade from her skin.“Allison, hold on,” I whispered, more to myself than to her. Her chest barely moved, her breaths shallow and ragged. I gripped her hand tighter, my throat burning. I was losing her.Mia’s voice cut through the suffocating silence, soft but steady. “She’s strong, Williams. She’ll pull through.”I didn’t answer. The weight of everything bore down on me like a heavy stone pressing against my chest. Her bruised face was a reminder of what they had done. Of what I couldn’t protect her from. Every bump in the road felt like a countdown.As we reached the hospital, paramedics rushed to pull her stretcher out, shouting medical jargon I couldn’t understand. My legs felt weak as I at my side, but my
Williams POV.The smell of blood and gunpowder filled the air. The gunfire was deafening, bullets ricocheting off the metal walls of the factory. I could barely hear Viktoh shouting orders to the team, but my eyes were locked on one thing. Her.Allison.She was barely seen through the smoke and chaos, slumped in a chair in the middle of the room, her body bound and battered. Blood stained her clothes, her face was swollen and bruised beyond recognition. It was as if someone had taken all the light out of her. My heart stopped.Viktor Romanov and his men were hunkered down, exchanging fire with Edward and the rest of the team. Edward was pushing forward with calculated aggression, taking out one of Viktor’s men before he had a chance to reload. Viktoh's men moved in, flanking the room, trapping Viktor’s crew.“Take them down!” Viktoh shouted, his voice cutting through the noise.Romanov’s eyes flicked to me for just a second, a twisted smile playing on his lips. He knew what he had don
Williams POV.Five days. Five long, agonizing days since Allison disappeared. And now, I was standing in warehouse next to the one man I despised more than anything—Edward Blackwood. The fact that I even agreed to work with him felt like a betrayal of my own pride, but this was about Allison, not me. I reminded myself of that, over and over.Allison.She was out there, somewhere, in Viktor Romanov’s hands. And if anyone could survive what that monster was capable of, it was her. She was a fighter. I knew it. But as each day passed, doubt began to creep into my mind.I looked at Edward out of the corner of my eye. His jaw was clenched so tight, I could see the muscles twitching in his face. The man was a damn brute, always had been. But there was no denying he was useful in moments like these. He didn’t just sit back and wait for things to fall into place like most people. He took action, even if that action was reckless.Right now, we needed that recklessness."Tell me what you know,
Allison's POV.The pain had no beginning or end. It was everywhere, all at once. I couldn’t tell if my heart was racing or if it had stopped altogether, but I felt the rhythm of agony pulsing through every nerve in my body. My wrists were raw from the ropes that bound me, and I could feel blood pooling beneath me where the chair had already cut into my skin. I barely registered the cold, metallic floor beneath me anymore; all I could feel was the endless, burning pain.Viktor’s shadow was over me, the twisted grin on his face searing itself into my memory. He wasn’t done. I knew it. He was just getting started. Every time I thought I couldn’t take more, he found a new way to make me suffer."Bring her back," he commanded, his voice sharp and cruel. He gestured to one of his men with a flick of his wrist. "I want to hear her scream."A ragged breath left my lips, a pitiful sound I hated myself for making. I tried to prepare myself, tried to push the pain away, but when I saw what the m