The engines purred like caged beasts, vibrating through Sarah’s bones as she tightened her grip on the steering wheel.The adrenaline thrumming beneath her skin was intoxicating, familiar.She’d spent years trying to forget this feeling, this wild, unrestrained rush of power, but now, with Alexander’s voice in her ear and his car beside hers, she embraced it like an old lover.Through the comms, his voice was all smooth arrogance. “You sure you don’t want a head start, Sparrow? Might help take the sting off when you lose.”Sarah scoffed, rolling her shoulders. “That’s adorable. You really think you stand a chance against me?”Alexander chuckled. “Confidence is sexy. But overconfidence? Dangerous.”She grinned, revving the McLaren’s engine in response. “Wouldn’t be any fun if it wasn’t.”The floodlights bathed the stretch of road in a harsh glow, cutting through the dark sky.Out here, on Alexander’s private land, there were no interruptions, no prying eyes, just the vast, open road an
Alexander stilled for half a second. Then he groaned low in his throat, his hands coming up to grip her waist, pulling her flush against him.The heat between them was instant, undeniable.His lips were demanding, fierce, and she met him with equal intensity.She could feel the adrenaline still thrumming in his body, matching her own.He deepened the kiss, one hand tangling in her hair while the other anchored her against him.It was wild, consuming, like the race itself, except this was a different kind of battle.Sarah gasped as he pressed her back against the car, his mouth trailing down to her jaw, then lower, his breath hot against her skin.Damn him.She wasn’t supposed to lose control like this.She tugged at his collar, nipping his bottom lip before whispering against his mouth, “Still think you could’ve won?”Alexander chuckled, low and rough, his fingers digging into her waist. “I think I won something better.”Sarah was about to retort when something in the air shifted.The
Gerald sat in his dimly lit study, the air thick with the scent of aged whiskey and the distant hum of security monitors flickering across the wall.His fingers drummed against the mahogany desk, his mind racing as the weight of the latest news settled over him like an iron shroud.Marcus was gone.Not just missing. Taken.And if there was one thing Gerald knew with certainty, it was that his nephew, Alexander Blake, had him.The confirmation had come through one of his informants buried deep within the underground network.A whisper.A hint.But it was enough.Alexander had been moving in the shadows for weeks, making plays that Gerald had dismissed as mere provocations. But now, the game had shifted.His nephew was no longer circling like a wolf waiting for the right moment to strike, he had drawn blood. And that meant war.Gerald exhaled sharply and leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing as he surveyed the screens before him.His estate was a fortress, a behemoth of steel and
Upstairs, Sarah was just about to enter the bathroom when the door swung open behind her.Before she could react, Alexander was there, his presence filling the space as he caught her wrist and pulled her back against him.“Where do you think you’re going?” His voice was low, edged with that dangerous smoothness that made her pulse race.Sarah huffed, feigning annoyance, though her body betrayed her as she leaned into his warmth. “To shower,” she said, attempting to pull away.Alexander didn’t let her. Instead, he turned her in his arms, pressing her gently against the doorframe.His fingers slid down her bare arms, igniting a trail of fire as he dipped his head, his lips finding the sensitive spot just beneath her ear.“Let’s continue where we left off,” he murmured against her skin, his voice sending a shiver down her spine.Sarah opened her mouth to protest, but the words never made it past her lips.His mouth moved lower, trailing hot, lingering kisses down her neckline, his breath
After a couple more minutes in the bath, Alexander gently shifted, cradling Sarah closer as he prepared to lift her once more.She let out a sleepy hum of protest, but he merely chuckled, brushing a kiss against her temple.“Come on, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice warm and soothing. “Let’s get you comfortable.”She sighed, her arms instinctively wrapping around his neck as he stood, carrying her effortlessly out of the tub.The cool air of the bathroom kissed her damp skin, making her shiver slightly, but before she could fully register it, Alexander was already wrapping her in a soft, plush towel.His touch was gentle as he patted her dry, his hands lingering just enough to make sure she was warm and comfortable.She watched him through half lidded eyes, still hazy from exhaustion, marveling at how much care he put into something so simple.“You’re fussing,” she murmured, a small, tired smile on her lips.Alexander smirked, his hands trailing down her arms before lifting her int
The younger officer shifted uncomfortably. “Sir, we...”“You have no evidence,” Alexander interrupted coldly. “No footage. No proof. Just the word of two women who have every reason to want to harm my wife. So tell me, officers, what exactly gives you the authority to drag her out of bed for something you can’t even substantiate?”The older officer cleared his throat again, clearly choosing his words carefully. “This is just procedure, Mr. Blake. If Mrs. Blake cooperates, it will make things easier...”“I don’t think you understand,” Alexander said, taking a slow step forward.The power in his presence was suffocating, his dark eyes cutting into them with an intensity that left no room for argument. “There will be no cooperation because there is no case. If you have a legitimate warrant, you can present it to my lawyers. Until then, this conversation is over.”His words were final, leaving no room for debate.The officers exchanged a glance, both clearly unnerved by the sheer force of
Gerald adjusted the cuffs of his crisp suit, his sharp eyes scanning the well manicured gardens of his estate as his convoy prepared for departure.He exhaled slowly, suppressing the anger that simmered beneath his carefully constructed facade.Marcus’s capture had thrown a wrench in his operations, and now, with Alexander likely moving against him, he needed to reinforce his control before cracks formed in his empire.He stepped out of his grand foyer, the clicking of his polished shoes echoing as he descended the steps toward his awaiting car.His security detail moved like shadows around him, silent, precise, lethal.Their presence was a necessity, now more than ever.“Any new word from the men at the Blake residence?” Gerald asked, sliding into the back seat of his armored vehicle.The door shut with a heavy thud, enclosing him in a bubble of calculated power.One of his top enforcers, sat in the passenger seat ahead of him, his dark eyes meeting Gerald’s in the rearview mirror. “
Gerald’s eyes darkened, but before he could respond, Alexander turned his attention to the rest of the board.“I built this company alongside my father before any of you had a say in its future. I bled for this empire, sacrificed more than any of you could ever understand. And you think I’ll sit back while you try to erase me?” He scoffed. “Think again.”A thick silence followed, the weight of his words pressing against every individual in the room.Then, in a voice sharp as a blade, Alexander added, “Remove me from my position, and I promise you this, you won’t just be dealing with a man in a wheelchair. You’ll be dealing with the one person in this company who knows exactly where all the skeletons are buried.”A flicker of unease passed through a few directors’ expressions.Gerald narrowed his eyes, his fingers tightening around the edge of the table. “Is that a threat?”Alexander’s smirk was slow, deliberate. “No, Uncle. It’s a warning.”For the first time that morning, Gerald had
Raven chased after Sarah, her motorcycle weaving through the street like a shadow, moving with a precision only a skilled rider could manage.Sarah had barely settled back into the rhythm of driving when she caught sight of Raven through her side mirror, closing in on her car at a ridiculous speed.With a smirk, Sarah rolled down her window just as Raven pulled up beside her, her leather clad figure leaning slightly as she gestured toward Sarah to get her attention.“Race you back to the Blake Residence,” Raven called out, her voice carrying over the hum of her engine.Sarah's grin widened. Oh, this was exactly what she needed.“Fun,” she said, her fingers gripping the wheel in anticipation. “You’re on.”The moment the words left her mouth, Raven twisted the throttle, and her bike shot forward like a bullet, disappearing down the road.Sarah cursed under her breath, shifting gears instantly as she slammed her foot on the accelerator.She knew there was no way she was going to beat a m
His fingers dug into the seat. “Sarah...”“You sound scared.” She grinned, completely unbothered. “You look scared too.”Seb exhaled sharply, forcing himself to let go of the dashboard, though his pulse was still racing. “I just don’t have a death wish.”Sarah hummed as if considering his words, then suddenly, with an exhilarating rush of power, she shifted gears and pushed the car even faster.Seb nearly choked.“Sarah!”Another laugh. “Alright, alright. I’ll slow down, for now.”True to her word, she eased off the accelerator slightly, though her version of “slowing down” was still leagues beyond what any normal driver would consider safe.Seb let out a breath, relaxing marginally. His heart was still hammering against his ribs, but at least now he felt slightly less like he was about to die.Sarah glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, her smirk widening. “Admit it, Seb. You had fun.”He shot her a flat look. “I was about ten seconds away from writing my will.”She chuckled,
Seb took a deep breath as he stepped out of his hospital ward, the cool air of the hallway a stark contrast to the stuffy room he had been confined to for weeks.His body had healed significantly, but there was still an ache in his ribs, a reminder of the reckless choice he had made that day.Yet, despite everything, she had visited him. Just once.At first, he had convinced himself she was just busy, dealing with her own injuries, maybe even shaken up by what had happened. But as the days turned into weeks, he realized the truth, she had chosen not to come.And maybe she was right to.After all, he had nearly cost her life once before. Saving her now didn’t erase that fact.His steps were slow as he made his way down the long corridor toward the exit, each one feeling heavier than the last.The nurses at the front desk gave him small nods, offering polite smiles as he passed, but he barely registered them.His thoughts were elsewhere, tangled between regret and reluctant acceptance.
Cecilia sat stiffly in the waiting area, her nails tapping impatiently against the armrest of the chair.The minutes stretched into an hour, and yet there was no sign of Alexander.She had thought he would at least grant her a short meeting, even if only to scold her. But the silence, the deliberate, deafening silence, was worse than any confrontation.The whispers around her grew louder. Employees who once feared her were now openly staring, some even chuckling as they walked past.The great Cecilia, reduced to waiting like some nobody.Her jaw clenched, and she checked her phone again, nothing. Not a call. Not a message.This is humiliating.Swallowing the lump of pride stuck in her throat, she stood up, straightening her blazer. There was no use waiting any longer. Alexander had made it clear, he had no intentions of seeing her.Lifting her chin, she walked toward the exit, ignoring the murmurs and stares. But deep inside, fury simmered beneath her poised exterior.Fine, Alexander.
Sarah strode toward Alexander’s office with confidence, her heels clicking against the sleek marble floors.The lingering presence of Cecilia downstairs didn’t bother her in the slightest, if anything, it amused her. The once untouchable Cecilia had been reduced to waiting in the lobby, ignored and humiliated.Raven, however, had no interest in whatever was about to unfold between Sarah and Alexander. The moment they reached the executive floor, she casually veered off in the opposite direction. “Yeah, I think I’ll go… anywhere else,” she muttered under her breath, making herself scarce before Sarah could rope her into anything.Sarah smirked, watching her slip away.Typical Raven. She had an uncanny ability to sense incoming drama and dodge it like a seasoned pro.With a soft chuckle, Sarah pushed open the double doors to Alexander’s office without knocking. She never knocked.Inside, Alexander sat behind his massive desk, flipping through documents. He didn’t even look up as he spok
It didn’t take long for whispers to spread through the Blake Group like wildfire.Cecilia, the once untouchable ice queen, was sitting in the waiting area like a rejected employee.The same Cecilia who used to treat people like they were beneath her.The same Cecilia who had once strutted through these halls, turning up her nose at anyone she deemed unworthy of her attention.Employees who had once feared her exchanged amused glances.Some dared to sneak a peek as they passed by, trying to confirm the unbelievable sight with their own eyes.“She’s really just sitting there?”“She hasn’t moved for over an hour.”“What does she think is going to happen? Mr. Blake doesn’t want to see her.”Laughter and hushed conversations buzzed in the air, and soon, the news made its way to Sarah.Sarah raised an eyebrow when Raven relayed the information to her, the corner of her lips twitching in amusement. “Cecilia? Sitting in the lobby? Like an abandoned puppy?”Raven smirked. “She looks pitiful, I
She answered but remained silent, letting Cecilia break first.“You little snake,” Cecilia hissed. “You recorded me?”“What can I say? I like to be prepared,” Victoria replied, feigning innocence. “You were so quick to abandon me, I had to make sure I had a safety net.”“Delete it. Now.”Victoria chuckled, savoring the desperation in Cecilia’s usually controlled voice. “Why would I do that? You’re the one who tried to pin everything on me. Do you think Alexander won’t find out what you did?”“Victoria,” Cecilia's voice dropped into a dangerous whisper. “If you send that to anyone...”“What? You’ll come after me?” Victoria interrupted, her voice hardening. “Like you tried with Sarah? Or will you run, just like you did with Alexander?”Silence stretched between them.“I want a deal,” Victoria continued. “If you want this recording to stay buried, you better make sure Alexander’s focus stays away. I need to clean this up, and you’re going to help me do it.”Cecilia exhaled sharply. “What
Mr. and Mrs. Caldwell sat in their grand living room, confusion etched on their faces as they reread the message from Alexander Blake."You crossed a line. This is the end for you."Mr. Caldwell frowned, his fingers tightening around the phone. "What the hell is this supposed to mean?" he muttered, passing the phone to his wife.Mrs. Caldwell’s brows furrowed as she read the message, her eyes narrowing. "I don’t understand. We haven’t done anything to provoke Alexander."From the corner of the room, Victoria stiffened, her heart pounding violently in her chest.She swallowed hard, forcing herself to stay composed. He knows. He had to.She had been careful, or so she thought. But if Alexander had sent this message, it meant one thing, he had figured it out.Her palms grew clammy as her mother looked up and asked, "Victoria, do you have any idea what this is about?"Victoria forced a confused expression, shaking her head. "Me? Why would I?"Mr. Caldwell exhaled sharply. "This is ridicul
Sarah stepped into her office, the scent of fresh lavender lingering in the air.The space was just as she had left it, elegant, minimalist, and filled with sketches and gemstone samples neatly arranged on the shelves.It felt both familiar and foreign after the chaos she had been through.Taking a deep breath, she walked around her desk and settled into her chair. Without missing a beat, she picked up the office phone and pressed the intercom button."Get me all the documents that need my attention. I want everything on my desk within the next five minutes," she said, her voice steady and authoritative.The response came immediately. "Right away, ma'am."As she set the receiver down, Raven plopped onto the couch, stretching her legs over the armrest. She looked around, then raised a brow at Sarah. "So… what exactly am I supposed to do here?"Sarah glanced at her with amusement. "Nothing."Raven blinked. "Nothing?"Sarah shrugged. "Just chill, have fun. Maybe go through my snack drawe