**Julian’s Pov**The morning of the burial felt cold. Gray clouds filled the sky, creating a sad atmosphere that felt appropriate.People came in and out of the house, speaking softly and wearing black. Some faces were familiar—relatives I saw at family gatherings, ones who sent Holiday cards or called once a year out of duty. Others, I barely recognized.Then, there were those I didn’t want here at all.I stood by the window, watching more cars pull up outside. The air inside the house felt heavy with grief and quiet whispers, but underneath it all, tension lingered.Lexi stood by my side, quiet but supportive. Her fingers lightly touched mine, providing comfort.Henry entered, looking tired. “They’re all here,” he said softly.I nodded. “Let’s get this over with.”Lexi squeezed my hand.We stepped outside together. The backyard was set up for a small ceremony before the burial. Rows of chairs faced a plain wooden casket decorated with white lilies—my mother’s favorite.As I looked a
The funeral had ended, but people lingered, murmuring, whispering—judging.I had already introduced Lexi to them, made it clear who she was to me, but I knew some of them wouldn’t let it go. These people thrived on gossip, clung to their outdated ideas of status and power.I stood near the doorway, barely listening to Henry talk to one of my mother’s old friends. My patience was wearing thin. I needed to leave.Then I heard it.A sharp voice, laced with condescension, from across the room.“She’s just after his money. That’s all women like her do—trap men like Julian. He was always too naïve when it came to pretty faces.”I froze. My entire body went rigid.“She probably saw the way he lived and decided to get knocked up,” the voice continued, smug and cruel. “What else would a nobody like her be doing with a man like him?”A quiet gasp. Then Lexi’s voice—calm, but firm. “You don’t know a damn thing about me.”My head turned sharply.Across the room, Lexi stood with her arms crossed,
Lexi’s Pov: The room was suffocating, thick with tension and fear. My pulse hammered in my ears as I stared at the man sitting across from my father’s desk. Giovanni Santino. His name alone made my stomach churn with dread. He lounged in the chair, far too relaxed for someone who had just issued a death threat. His eyes gleamed under the dim lights of the study, cold and calculating. “I’m a patient man, Ms. Thompson,” Santino said, his voice calm, almost casual. “But patience only goes so far. Your father owes me twenty million dollars, and I’m here to collect.” I swallowed hard. My father sat slumped in the corner, a near-empty glass of whiskey dangling from his fingers, his face ashen and hollow. He wouldn’t even look at me. Twenty million. How the hell were we ever going to pay that? The debt had started small,a few bad bets here and there,but it had snowballed into something monstrous. And now… now it was life or death. “Please,” I croaked, stepping forward to shield Kayla, w
Lexi’s pov: I woke up in a dark, cold room. My head throbbed, and my wrists were sore from the rough bindings that had left faint red marks. I tried to sit up, my body aching from being crumpled on the hard floor. “Help!” I screamed, my voice echoing off the walls. I waited for a reply, a sign that someone was nearby. Nothing. “Please, someone—help me!” My voice broke, but still, no one answered. I wrapped my arms around myself, curling into a ball as the reality of my situation sunk in. The mafia… Kayla… I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling tears welling up. I can’t break down. Not now. Time passed, minutes, hours, I couldn’t tell. I screamed until my throat was raw, but the only response was the eerie silence. It was suffocating. I felt trapped in my own thoughts, memories flashing of what brought me here. The threats. The fear in Kayla’s eyes. The suffocating grip of debts we could never repay. Finally, I heard the creak of a door opening, and I jerked my head up. Two men stepped
Lexi’s pov: Waking up to the piercing light spilling through the heavy curtains, and my head pounding as if I’d been hit by a freight train. The sheets beneath me were luxurious, far too smooth for what I could ever afford. Blinking rapidly, I tried to focus on my surroundings, an upscale hotel room. Panic gripped me instantly. Where am I? What happened last night? Sitting up too quickly, I clutched my head as a wave of nausea rolled over me. Bits and pieces of the previous night surfaced, drinking, dancing with that mysterious man, and then… nothing. Did I have a one-night stand? With who? I looked down and breathed a sigh of relief when I saw that I was still fully dressed. But the fear hadn’t left. I needed to get out of here. Fast. I hurriedly grabbed my things and dashed out of the hotel room, praying no one would recognize me. The moment I got home, Kayla was already up. “Well, look who’s finally home,” she teased, raising an eyebrow at me. “Where the hell were you?”
Lexi’s Pov : The weight of my decision crushed my chest as I stood outside the house that had once felt like home. It was now a monument to the disaster my family had become, my father’s mistakes, my sister’s safety hanging by a thread. I couldn’t breathe, but I had to hold it together. I had to. A black SUV rolled up to the curb, its tinted windows swallowing my reflection as the door opened. No turning back. My stomach twisted in knots as I slid inside, the smell of rich leather overwhelming my senses. The man behind the wheel didn’t say a word, didn’t need to, this was Julian’s world now, and I was about to be consumed by it. The silence in the car was suffocating. My mind replayed last night, Julian’s touch, the way his lips had brushed my skin, the fleeting gentleness that had surprised me. But the man who had been soft in the dark had vanished by the time I stepped into his office. Julian was already there, seated behind his polished, black desk, his eyes colder than ice wh
Lexi’s pov: The car’s engine hummed in the silence between us, but the tension in the air was deafening. I could feel Julian’s gaze on me, sharp and unwavering, as we drove through the city. I pretended not to notice, but my pulse quickened every time I caught a glimpse of him from the corner of my eye. “You didn’t have to handle it like that,” I finally spoke up, breaking the silence. Julian’s eyes flicked to mine, cold and unyielding. “I don’t do ‘maybe’s’ or ‘what if’s,’ Lexi. You’re mine now. No one threatens what’s mine.” The words were simple, but the weight of them made my stomach flip. The way he said it—like a command, not a suggestion—made me realize just how much control he had over me. The car came to a stop outside his penthouse, and Julian was already stepping out before I could unbuckle my seatbelt. I followed him into the building, my heart racing, trying to ignore the unsettling feeling that crawled up my spine. There was something in the air, something I couldn
Lexi’s pov: I couldn’t stop thinking about the message. It was burned into my mind. “Get out. Now. Before it’s too late. He’s not the man you think he is. Julian Blackwood will drain you.” “Lexi.” I looked up, meeting Julian’s eyes. They were sharp, assessing. “You’re quiet.” “Nothing’s wrong,” I said quickly, though my voice didn’t sound convincing. I shoved the phone in my pocket. He stepped closer. “Don’t lie to me.” “I’m not.” He didn’t believe me. I could see it in his eyes. “You’re shaking.” “I’m fine,” I repeated, but I could feel the panic bubbling under the surface. His gaze lingered on me for a long moment. He was waiting for me to crack. I didn’t. “Now remember, We’re leaving for Paris tomorrow,” he said, his voice cold. “I need you ready.” “Of course Julian, I will be ready “. The flight to Paris was silent. Julian barely spoke, his focus on his phone, the air thick with the kind of tension that always followed him. When we landed, I felt like I couldn’t b
The funeral had ended, but people lingered, murmuring, whispering—judging.I had already introduced Lexi to them, made it clear who she was to me, but I knew some of them wouldn’t let it go. These people thrived on gossip, clung to their outdated ideas of status and power.I stood near the doorway, barely listening to Henry talk to one of my mother’s old friends. My patience was wearing thin. I needed to leave.Then I heard it.A sharp voice, laced with condescension, from across the room.“She’s just after his money. That’s all women like her do—trap men like Julian. He was always too naïve when it came to pretty faces.”I froze. My entire body went rigid.“She probably saw the way he lived and decided to get knocked up,” the voice continued, smug and cruel. “What else would a nobody like her be doing with a man like him?”A quiet gasp. Then Lexi’s voice—calm, but firm. “You don’t know a damn thing about me.”My head turned sharply.Across the room, Lexi stood with her arms crossed,
**Julian’s Pov**The morning of the burial felt cold. Gray clouds filled the sky, creating a sad atmosphere that felt appropriate.People came in and out of the house, speaking softly and wearing black. Some faces were familiar—relatives I saw at family gatherings, ones who sent Holiday cards or called once a year out of duty. Others, I barely recognized.Then, there were those I didn’t want here at all.I stood by the window, watching more cars pull up outside. The air inside the house felt heavy with grief and quiet whispers, but underneath it all, tension lingered.Lexi stood by my side, quiet but supportive. Her fingers lightly touched mine, providing comfort.Henry entered, looking tired. “They’re all here,” he said softly.I nodded. “Let’s get this over with.”Lexi squeezed my hand.We stepped outside together. The backyard was set up for a small ceremony before the burial. Rows of chairs faced a plain wooden casket decorated with white lilies—my mother’s favorite.As I looked a
**Lexi’s POV** The morning was calm and quiet, but something about it felt off. Julian was at the kitchen table, his fingers mindlessly tapping against the wood as he fixated on his cold coffee. The tension hanging in the air was stifling, laden with an unsaid burden. The last few days had been long, and I knew he was still wrestling with everything that had occurred with Alexa. But there was something more. Something heavier. When his phone rang, it cut through the quiet. He barely looked at the screen before picking up. “Yeah,” he replied, his voice rough. I observed him intently, waiting. Then, I noticed it—the change. The way his body tensed, his knuckles whitening as he clutched the phone tightly. I straightened up. “Julian?” His jaw tightened. Whatever he was hearing wasn’t good. A long silence expanded between us until he finally spoke again. “I understand,” he said, his voice low. “When?” I didn’t realize I was holding my breath until he ended the call. The
Lexi’s POV I stared at the clock on the wall, watching the minutes crawl by. Kayla was gone. Not in the way I had once feared, but in a way that finally gave me hope. She had agreed to get help. The night had been long, filled with difficult conversations, broken sobs, and painful acceptance. But in the end, she had listened. She had looked me in the eyes, truly looked at me, and nodded. Julian wasted no time making the necessary arrangements. By dawn, she was in the hands of professionals, taken to a place where she could finally get the help she needed. I exhaled slowly, pressing my fingers against my temple. My body was exhausted, but my mind refused to rest. Julian entered the room, his presence grounding. “She’s settled,” he said. “The doctor says she’s in good hands.” I nodded. “That’s good. That’s… really good.” Alexander stirred in his crib, his small hand curling into a fist. I reached out, brushing my fingers over his soft skin. “She loved him, in her own way,” I murm
Lexi’s POVThe barrel of the gun felt like ice against my forehead. My breath hitched, my body frozen in place. My son—my baby—was in her arms, just inches away, and I couldn’t do a damn thing.Alexa’s smirk deepened as she tilted her head. “Not so tough now, are you?” she taunted, pressing the gun harder against my skin.Julian moved, but one of her men cocked a gun in his direction. “Don’t,” Alexa warned, her voice laced with amusement. “I’d hate for this to get messy.”Julian’s jaw clenched. “Let them go, Alexa. This isn’t the way.”Alexa chuckled. “The way?” she echoed mockingly. “You still think there’s a way out of this where you win?” She glanced at Kayla, who was still seated, eerily quiet. “Tell them, Kayla. Tell them how you betrayed them.”Kayla smiled—smiled. “I was only doing what I was told,” she murmured, her voice distant, detached.My stomach twisted. She wasn’t just manipulated—she was gone.“Kayla, please,” I tried, forcing my voice to stay steady. “This isn’t you.
Lexi’s POVWhen Julian made the turn toward the diner, my heart leapt in my chest. This was it. The lead we needed.I couldn’t let myself get ahead of things. I couldn’t let myself hope—not yet. I focused on breathing, trying to steady my nerves, trying to stay strong. We weren’t there yet.But my mind kept racing. What if we get there and it’s already too late?The car screeched to a stop in front of the diner.I was out of the car before Julian could even park properly, my heart pounding with every step I took toward the entrance. Julian was right behind me, his presence strong, steady, and protective. But the fear that gripped me was stronger.“Stay here,” Julian commanded, pulling me back. “I’ll handle this. Just stay out of sight for a moment.”Julian’s POVI could feel the urgency in Lexi’s movements as we approached the diner, but I had to keep it together. This wasn’t just about rushing in—it was about getting answers.The diner was small, quiet for the time of night. I could
Lexis pov “We’ll find them,” Julian said again, more forcefully this time. “I’m having men sweep the entire area. Stay here. Don’t leave the house.”“No!” I shouted, my voice panicked. “I’m not staying here, Julian. Not without my son.”I was already pulling on my coat, ignoring the icy chill that had settled in the air. I couldn’t just wait. I had to go. I had to be the one to find him.He grabbed my wrist, pulling me back. “Lexi, listen to me.” His voice was steady but laced with concern. “You need to stay calm. If you come with me, we’re going to be able to cover more ground. Trust me.”I didn’t trust anyone in this moment. The fear was too sharp, too overwhelming. But I nodded anyway. He was right about one thing. I needed to stay focused.Julian’s POVThe cold air outside was a relief, but I could see the fear on Lexi’s face as we slid into the car. The engine roared to life, but my mind was running in a hundred directions. I couldn’t focus. All I could think about was the terro
Lexi’s POVThe gala had been a success. I could feel the buzz of the evening still lingering in my bones, the adulation of the crowd, the celebration, and the way Julian’s hand had gripped mine as we walked together. They had just returned from the gala—an extravagant affair that Lexi had initially dreaded but ended up enjoying more than she’d expected. Julian had been his usual, charming self, and for the first time in a long while, Lexi felt like they were in a good place, both as a couple and as a family.“Alexander’s probably asleep by now,” Julian said, slipping off his tuxedo jacket and tossing it onto the nearby chair. “We’ll just check in on him before we—”Lexi’s eyes darted to the side. The house felt too quiet, too still.“Kayla?” she called, her voice tentative. “Kayla, are you here?”There was no answer. She frowned, a small knot of unease settling in her stomach. Kayla had been doing better. She had been better—so why wasn’t she here?Lexi walked farther into the living
Kayla's POV“Kayla, I think we’re ready for the final evaluation,” Dr. Roberts said, her voice steady. “I’ve seen the progress you’ve made, and I’m confident in saying that you’re in a much healthier state than when we first met.”Kayla’s heart skipped a beat. Final evaluation? Was it really happening?Dr. Roberts smiled gently, sensing her uncertainty. “This doesn’t mean you’re done with therapy, but it’s an important milestone. It means you’re stable enough to take the next step.”Kayla’s chest tightened. “So… what now?”“You’ll continue your treatment, but it’s time for me to assess whether you need ongoing therapy or if a psychiatrist would be a better fit for your needs,” Dr. Roberts explained. “You’ve made excellent strides, Kayla. But some people need longer-term care.”Kayla swallowed hard, her thoughts racing. She’d been afraid of this moment—afraid that once they reached this point, they would tell her she wasn’t ready, that she would never be fully healed. But now, as Dr. R