Alexander carried her to their bedroom, every step a reminder of the physical toll he was enduring.By the time he reached the bed, his breathing was labored, and sweat beaded his brow.Carefully, he lowered her onto the soft mattress, tucking the blankets around her.He sat down beside her, wincing as he stretched out his leg.For a moment, he simply watched her sleep.Her face, though marred by grief, held a quiet beauty that never failed to captivate him.He reached out to brush a strand of hair from her forehead, his touch light and reverent.“You don’t have to do this alone,” he whispered.She stirred again, her eyelids fluttering open.Her gaze found his, and a fresh wave of tears welled in her eyes.“I’m sorry,” she croaked. “I didn’t mean to...”“Don’t,” Alexander interrupted, his voice firm but gentle. “You have nothing to apologize for.”She reached for his hand, her fingers trembling. “I miss them so much.”“I know,” he said, his throat tight. “And I promise you, Sarah, I’l
The bathroom was a sprawling haven of luxury, with a spacious walk in shower, a deep soaking tub framed by marble, and a large vanity that gleamed under soft lighting.The scent of eucalyptus lingered faintly in the air, a calming aroma that Alexander had insisted on for the space.Sarah glanced around nervously as they stepped inside, still flustered from Alexander’s bold suggestion.“Relax,” he said with a mischievous grin as he reached for the shower controls. “I’m not plotting anything scandalous. Unless, of course, you’re hoping for scandal.”“Alexander!” she exclaimed, swatting his arm lightly, though a small smile played on her lips.He chuckled, adjusting the water temperature until steam began to rise. “What? Just trying to lighten the mood. You’ve been so tense lately.” He glanced at her, his expression softening. “You deserve to let go, Sarah. Even if it’s just for a little while.”She sighed, hugging herself as she leaned against the counter. “I know you’re right. It’s jus
When Sarah emerged, dressed in the outfit he’d chosen, Alexander’s expression softened. “Perfect,” he said simply, the admiration in his tone unmistakable.She flushed slightly, smoothing the sweater over her hips. “Thanks. You’ve got a decent sense of style, I’ll give you that.”“Decent?” he teased, offering her his arm. “Come on, let’s get you fed. Carter mentioned something about fresh croissants and a spread fit for royalty.”They walked together down the grand staircase, Alexander keeping his pace measured to accommodate both his leg and Sarah’s slower steps.The sunlight streaming through the massive windows bathed the estate in a golden glow, giving the impression of a new beginning.The dining room was already set for breakfast, with a variety of dishes laid out on the long table.Freshly baked pastries, sliced fruit, eggs, and smoked salmon were arranged artfully alongside steaming carafes of coffee and tea.Carter was waiting near the door, tablet in hand. “Good morning, sir
As the warmth of their laughter faded into the soft rustle of the garden breeze, Sarah leaned back on the bench, a wistful smile playing on her lips.She looked down at her hands, which rested in her lap, her fingers idly tracing invisible patterns on the fabric of her dress.“You’ve shared so much about your childhood,” she began, her voice tinged with a mix of nostalgia and sadness. “It only feels fair that I tell you about mine.”Alexander turned to her, his expression gentle but curious. “I’d like that,” he said simply, giving her the space to continue at her own pace.Sarah let out a soft breath, her gaze drifting toward the flowers swaying in the breeze. “Life with the Millers was... simple, but it was everything to me. They weren’t wealthy or influential, but they had so much love to give. I remember how warm the house always felt, how there was always laughter, even on the hardest days.”She smiled faintly, her eyes growing distant. “Mrs. Miller had this way of making even the
The bitterness in her voice gave way to a deep sadness as she continued. “It’s like... it’s like they didn’t matter to her. Like they were just a footnote in my life instead of the reason I even survived long enough to know who the Caldwells were.”Alexander’s grip on her hand tightened slightly, his frustration on her behalf evident. “The Millers mattered, Sarah. More than the Caldwells will ever understand. And you matter. Don’t let their indifference make you doubt that.”Sarah looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of gratitude and pain. “I just don’t understand how someone like Victoria can live so comfortably, so happily, while pretending all of this doesn’t exist. It’s not fair.”“It’s not,” Alexander agreed, his voice firm. “But that’s who she is, who they all are. They take the easy way out, ignoring anything that doesn’t fit their narrative. But you’re different, Sarah. You don’t run from the hard truths.”Sarah leaned into him again, “It’s just so exhausting, Alexander
As Beatrice Blake stormed out of the garden, her heels clicking with the sharp precision of her mood, she pulled her phone from her handbag.She scrolled through her contacts with an air of determination, pausing when the name “Cecilia” appeared on the screen.Her finger hovered for a moment, hesitation flickering in her eyes, but only briefly.Pressing the call button, she brought the phone to her ear.The line rang twice before a soft, melodic voice answered, tentative but warm. “Mrs. Blake? Is everything alright?”Beatrice’s expression softened slightly at the familiar voice, a wave of nostalgia washing over her. “Cecilia, dear, I hope I’m not disturbing you.”“Not at all,” Cecilia replied quickly. There was a pause before she added, her tone careful, “Is it Alexander? I’ve been trying to reach him since I heard about the accident. I... I couldn’t get through.”Beatrice exhaled, her grip tightening on the phone. “Yes, it’s Alexander. He’s fine, more than fine, really, considering e
Cecilia raised her glass again, this time silently toasting Alexander.She didn’t regret leaving him after his accident, it had been a hard decision, but she’d been young and scared. Now, though, she saw it as a mistake she could correct.She thought of Sarah and frowned.Alexander deserved stability, someone who understood his world and wouldn’t drag him into danger. Someone who, with the right timing, could remind him of the life they’d once dreamed of sharing.“I’ll make it right,” she murmured to herself as she sipped her martini, her eyes scanning the crowd.Tonight was a celebration, but tomorrow would be the start of her next move.Cecilia swirled the olive in her martini glass, her mind wandering back to Alexander.As the music pounded around her, her thoughts grew darker, a flicker of irritation crossing her otherwise composed face.Alexander in a wheelchair, she mused bitterly, the image of him confined to it gnawing at her pride.She had left because she couldn’t face it, c
Victoria Caldwell had always been a source of contention in the family.Beautiful, headstrong, and accustomed to getting her way, she had grown up in privilege but lacked the discipline and decorum others had, particularly Sarah, had displayed.She was the baby of the family, indulged and adored until her reckless behavior began to overshadow her charm.Recently, her lifestyle had taken a sharp turn. Nights out with questionable men in their affluent social circle, whispered rumors of scandalous behavior at private parties, Victoria seemed to be pushing every boundary, testing the limits of her parents’ patience and their ability to cover for her.As if on cue, the sound of heels clicking against the marble floor echoed through the house.Victoria appeared in the doorway, her outfit more suited to a nightclub than her family’s estate.Her makeup was flawless, her expression unapologetically defiant as she sauntered into the room.“You called?” she said casually, her tone dripping with
Sarah stayed curled in Alexander’s arms for a long moment, breathing him in like he was the only tether keeping her from floating away.His hand cradled the back of her head, his chest rising and falling in unsteady waves as if he still couldn’t believe she was real, that she was here.But then her eyes drifted down.Her gaze locked on the white sheets, crumpled and slightly lifted around his lower half.Something tugged at her memory, the shot.The sharp crack of a bullet.The sight of him falling behind her as she ran, screaming his name. Her stomach twisted.She leaned back slightly, her hand moving instinctively to the edge of the blanket, brushing against the thick padding of a cast beneath.Her voice was soft. “You were shot… I remember… I...”Alexander caught her hand gently, pressing it to his lips. “It’s okay. I’m here.”But Sarah’s heart had already begun to race again. “You were limping… and I saw… but I didn’t know it was this bad.” Her eyes darted toward the crutches now
The first thing Sarah registered was the scent of antiseptic, clean, sharp, and nauseating.Then came the ache. Deep in her bones. In her chest. In the marrow of her soul.She stirred, her fingers twitching over crisp hospital sheets as her body shifted ever so slightly, and her mind scrambled to catch up.She wasn’t tied down. She wasn’t cold anymore. She wasn’t in that dark room. That house. That… nightmare.She was safe.Or… something like it.Her eyes fluttered open slowly, lashes damp from tears she hadn’t even known she’d been crying.The ceiling was a sterile white blur. The walls hummed faintly with distant activity, soft footfalls, medical monitors, the low murmur of conversation somewhere outside the door.But none of it mattered.Because he wasn’t there.And without him, none of this felt real.Her lips parted, cracked and dry, and she tried to speak. Tried to push out the name that had lived on the edge of every prayer she'd whispered during captivity.It came out broken a
Alexander turned his head, his eyes bloodshot and glistening. “I’ll be a burden now. She’ll never say it, but I’ll see it in her eyes. Pity. Guilt. I’d rather she hate me than pity me.”“She’s not that kind of woman,” Darius said firmly.A pause. Then Alexander swallowed hard and asked the question that had been clawing at him since the moment the doctor said the word paralysis.“What if she stays… just because she thinks she owes me?”Darius’s brow furrowed. “Then you remind her what you both have been through. Remind her who the hell you are. And what you mean to each other.”Silence again.Then Alexander leaned back against the pillows and stared up at the ceiling. “Gerald got away.”Darius’s expression hardened. “Barely. One of my men put a tracker on his vehicle before he escaped. Victoria got caught in the crossfire. Gerald used her,” Darius replied coldly. “He doesn’t care who dies as long as he gets what he wants.”Alexander’s jaw clenched. “Then we’ll burn every last shadow h
The sterile beep of Alexander’s heart monitor filled the hospital room like a metronome, steady and soft. The worst had passed, so the doctors said. He had survived the bullets, the blood loss, the surgery. He had defied death.But outside the room, just as Darius turned to check on Sarah again, something in her expression shifted.Relief.That was the first thing he saw.A full bodied, all consuming relief that weakened her spine, dulled her eyes, and uncoiled every taut muscle that had kept her upright through pain, fear, and heartbreak.Then she crumpled.“Sarah...!” Darius lunged forward and caught her just before her knees slammed into the polished floor.Her body was limp in his arms, barely conscious, her breathing shallow and unsteady. Her bloodied hands slipped against his shirt as he pulled her close, his voice sharp and commanding as he yelled over his shoulder, “Get a doctor! Now!”Within seconds, nurses flooded the corridor. A gurney was wheeled over, and Darius laid her d
The woman he’d secretly crushed on since the first night he saved her bleeding and defiant.“Holy shit,” he muttered.But she was already in the driver’s seat.The moment her fingers wrapped around the wheel, she changed. Her spine straightened. Her breath slowed. The fear didn’t vanish, but it sharpened, fused into her bones like steel.And when her foot hit the gas, the tires screamed their fury into the night.The SUV became a blur under her hands.Trees melted past them. Headlights glared like ghosts. The world narrowed to instinct and motion.Sarah didn’t flinch when they nearly sideswiped a truck. She didn’t panic when the back tires fishtailed across loose gravel. She was in it.. back.Back to the part of herself she’d buried when she married into the Blake family.Back to Sparrow.“Hang on,” she said under her breath, glancing at Alexander in the mirror, his head resting in Darius’s lap as the man tried to stop the bleeding.“He’s fading,” Darius warned. “We’ve got fifteen min
The air turned electric as Darius’s boots pounded the forest floor, his rifle cradled tight against his shoulder. His men moved ahead of him like shadows, silent, fast, lethal.Their coordinated breaths were drowned out by the distant echoes of gunfire erupting from the estate.Alexander was still fighting.He was alive.But for how long?“Alpha to all units,” Darius growled into his earpiece, “entry on my mark. Hostile count is high. Primary objective, get Alexander out alive. Secondary level anyone who tries to stop us.”“Copy that,” came a chorus of calm, battle hardened voices.Behind him, the night swallowed his words.But not all of it.He turned briefly, his sharp gaze locking onto Sarah, who stood beside the black SUV Darius had arrived in. Her body trembled, her eyes red from tears, but she had not collapsed.She hadn’t fallen apart.And that, Darius admired deeply.“Can you drive?” he asked, voice hard but not unkind.Sarah blinked, startled. “What?”“If this goes south, we’
SarahShe sat on the floor, trembling hands curled around a piece of porcelain, a broken teacup she’d stashed away after a “servant” delivered tea hours ago.The sharp edge glittered in her shaking grip.She was pale.Her lips cracked from dehydration. Her dress hung off her like it didn’t belong to her anymore. Her eyes were void. Empty.As if she was no longer here.“Just one cut,” she whispered to herself. “Just one cut and I’ll see him again.”She looked up, eyes glassy, smile fragile, as if she could see someone standing in front of her already.“Alexander,” she breathed to the ghost in her mind. “I’m sorry I didn’t wait. I couldn’t. I’m just... so tired…”She raised the shard to her wrist.And a hand caught her.Real. Warm. Strong.Her eyes widened in horror and disbelief. “No…”She turned, and for a heartbeat, she didn’t believe it.But he was there.Kneeling before her.Alexander.His chest heaving from the run. Dirt on his clothes. Gun holstered at his side. Eyes red, wild, b
Alexander hadn’t slept.He couldn’t.His mind was a storm of fury, grief, and determination, all tightly leashed beneath the sharp cut of his suit and the red ring around his eyes that hadn’t dulled since Sarah was taken.The private jet cut across the clouds like a missile, Darius seated across from him, tablet in hand, phone to his ear, speaking in rapid fire to his tech team.“She’s still alive,” Alexander muttered under his breath. Not to Darius. Not even to himself. To the universe. As if daring it to prove him wrong. “She has to be.”Darius finally looked up. “We caught a break. One of Gerald’s men paid a contact to move a chopper from that warehouse. The payment route was unusual, and we traced it to a shell company under a different alias… all leading to one place.”He tapped on the screen and turned it to Alexander.An isolated property on the southern coast. Hills. Forest. A private airstrip nearby. No neighbors for miles.Gerald’s new hideout.“You think he’s keeping her th
Alexander pulled at the collar of his coat, suffocating from the weight of regret.When she had insisted he save Raven, he thought he was doing the right thing.He believed that was what Sarah would want. But now, the decision clawed at his chest like poison.He imagined her now, alone, terrified, thinking he was dead. Thinking he’d abandoned her.And that killed him.With trembling fingers, he grabbed his phone and called the only man he trusted in a crisis this dire.“Pick up,” he growled.The line clicked.“Darius,” Alexander said, his voice steely. “They took her. Gerald, he has her. He flew her out in a chopper. I need you to mobilize everything. I don’t care what you’re doing, who you’re with, drop it. Get me a flight path. Scramble every contact you have in surveillance, air traffic, satellites, everything.”Darius’s voice was sharp, ready. “On it.”“And send a second team. Heavy artillery. No questions. I want Gerald hunted down like the rat he is.”“Consider it done.”Alexand