The estate was silent, save for the faint hum of the night wind brushing against the windows.Alexander made his way through the hall, his movements slower than usual.As he approached the master bedroom, he hesitated, his hand resting on the doorknob.Am I doing this for her... or for me?The thought froze him for a moment, but then he pushed the door open quietly.The soft glow of the bedside lamp illuminated the room in a warm, golden light.Sarah was sprawled across the bed, her hair a dark halo against the white pillows.One hand clutched the edge of the blanket, and her face was turned slightly toward his side of the bed, as if she’d unconsciously sought his presence.Alexander wheeled closer, his movements careful to avoid waking her.She looked peaceful in sleep, the faintest curve of a smile on her lips.For a moment, he just watched her, his heart tightening in a way that was both foreign and achingly familiar.What is it about her?He had met countless women in his life, mo
At breakfast, the dining room was unusually quiet.The morning light streamed through the tall windows, casting a warm glow on the elaborate spread prepared by the staff.Sarah sat across from Alexander, nervously fidgeting with her fork as the tension in the room became palpable.Alexander’s mother, Beatrice Blake, was seated at the head of the table, her sharp gaze flitting between her son and Sarah like a hawk circling its prey.She sipped her tea delicately, her composure as impeccable as ever, but the disdain in her posture was unmistakable.“Sarah,” Beatrice finally spoke, her tone clipped. “I trust you’ve had sufficient time to learn the responsibilities that come with being Alexander’s wife.”Sarah’s hand froze mid motion.She looked up, meeting Beatrice’s cool, assessing stare. “I’m doing my best,” she replied evenly, though her voice betrayed a hint of nervousness.Evelyn’s lips thinned. “Doing one’s best is admirable, of course. But this family requires excellence, not effo
The jewelry division was a stark contrast to the sleek, modern aesthetic of the rest of the Blake Group.The offices were filled with vibrant sketches, dazzling prototypes, and intricate displays of finished pieces.The air buzzed with creative energy, and Sarah immediately felt a spark of excitement.“Impressive, isn’t it?” Alexander said, watching her reaction.“It’s beautiful,” Sarah admitted, her eyes roaming over the displays.“Good. You’ll be spending more time here,” he said casually.She turned to him, surprised. “What do you mean?”“I mean, you’ll be helping me manage this division,” Alexander replied. “I trust your instincts.”Sarah stared at him, stunned. “You trust me? You barely know me.”“I know enough,” Alexander said, his tone leaving no room for argument. “You’re my wife, and I’d rather rely on you than anyone else.”His words left her speechless.As they toured the department, Alexander explained his vision for elevating the jewelry division.Sarah listened intently,
That evening, Sarah sat in the spacious lounge of their estate, her sketchbook open on her lap.The pencil in her hand moved aimlessly, creating faint lines that didn’t form anything meaningful.Her mind was far from focused on design tonight.The guilt was beginning to creep in.She glanced over at Alexander, who was seated by the grand fireplace, a glass of whiskey in hand as he reviewed documents from his meeting.His sharp profile was illuminated by the flickering firelight, and he exuded an air of quiet authority.He deserves to know, Sarah thought.Her gaze shifted back to the sketchbook, where she had subconsciously begun to outline a design, a delicate mountain rose pendant with tiny, intricate petals. It was her signature, the hallmark of her secret identity.The Mountain Rose brand had been her escape, her sanctuary. It was the part of her that she’d built entirely on her own, without the influence of the Caldwells or the Blakes. But as the days passed, the secrecy weighed h
Saturday dawned softly over the Blake estate, golden sunlight streaming through the floor to ceiling windows.Sarah stirred, her thoughts already spinning about the day ahead.Today wasn’t for leisurely shopping or exploring the city, it was for her.Her heart raced as she mentally rehearsed her plan.She had arranged to visit Margaret Windsor’s private studio, where her designs for Paris Fashion Week would finally come to life.The idea of seeing her sketches transformed into reality made her giddy, but the weight of secrecy loomed over her.The lie wasn’t ideal, but it was necessary. Alexander couldn’t know, not yet.As she dressed in casual but stylish attire, she practiced her story one last time.The key was keeping it simple and plausible.Sarah walked into the dining room, where Alexander was already seated, sipping coffee and scrolling through his tablet.He glanced up, his sharp blue eyes softening when he saw her.“Good morning,” he said, setting the tablet aside.“Morning,”
Sarah felt a rush of freedom as she walked away from the car and toward the entrance of the mall.Her heels clicked on the polished floor, each step punctuating the growing sense of independence in her chest.No one knew who she was here. No one was watching her every move.She moved quickly, blending into the crowd, her brown hair tucked under a simple cap to keep her more incognito.The usual anonymity of the city felt comforting for once. But her destination wasn’t a boutique or any of the department stores that lined the shopping district.No, she had something far more important to do today. And it was a risk, but it was a necessary one.Sarah had no intention of sticking around here for long.She was already formulating her escape route in her mind as she passed by the perfume counter, the bustling food court, and the high end shops.The idea was simple, slip out of sight, use a side exit, and hail a cab.The less attention, the better.She took a few turns around corners, casua
The hum of the taxi’s engine was steady, a comforting backdrop to Sarah’s swirling thoughts.She leaned back into the slightly worn seat, the faint scent of upholstery cleaner mingling with city air wafting in through the open window.Her heart still raced with the adrenaline of her session at Margaret’s studio.The sketches had come to life in her hands, transforming from ideas into prototypes that carried the weight of her dreams.Her mind replayed every moment, Margaret’s approving nods, the way her hands worked swiftly yet delicately, and the glowing feedback she had received.For a brief moment, Sarah allowed herself to imagine the Paris Fashion Week showcase.The bright lights, the applause, the thrill of seeing her designs worn by elegant models on the runway, it felt like the culmination of everything she had worked for in secret.She could almost hear the hum of approval from an enraptured crowd.But as the taxi rolled over a bump, jolting her slightly, reality came crashing
Swallowing her rising panic, Sarah hurried back toward the mall entrance.If William wasn’t inside, then maybe he had gone looking for her outside. She pushed through the heavy glass doors, the cool air hitting her like a slap.The parking lot was still and eerily quiet compared to the mall’s bustle. William’s car was exactly where it had been, unchanged. But the sight of it now felt more ominous than reassuring.She stood there for a moment, unsure of her next move.Should she wait by the car and hope he returned?Or should she try to find a security guard and ask for help?Her hands clenched into fists as frustration bubbled up.She had always been resourceful, but this situation felt different. It wasn’t just her own safety she had to consider, it was the secrets she carried, the life she was building, and the consequences if anyone found out the truth.Sarah took a deep breath, steadying herself. If William didn’t show up soon, she would hail another taxi and head home.She could
The tension in the boardroom had reached its peak, the air thick with unspoken threats and veiled warnings.Alexander had spent the last hour going back and forth with Gerald, neither of them willing to back down.But he had wasted enough time.Straightening in his wheelchair, he adjusted the cuffs of his suit with deliberate precision before shooting Gerald one last cold glance. “You’ve dragged this on long enough,” he said icily. “But make no mistake, Uncle, your time is running out.”Gerald smirked, leaning back in his chair. “We’ll see about that.”Alexander didn’t give him the satisfaction of a response. With a sharp turn, he wheeled out of the boardroom, his expression unreadable as the directors exchanged uneasy glances behind him.The moment he entered his office, his phone buzzed in his pocket.He fished it out, glancing at the caller ID, Raven.His jaw tightened as he answered. “Talk.”“She’s been arrested,” Raven’s voice came through, calm but edged with urgency.The words
Sarah reached over and placed a hand on Raven’s arm.“It’s fine,” she murmured.Raven’s fingers flexed against the steering wheel.She clearly didn’t agree, but after a long moment, she gave a short nod.Sarah turned back to the officer, her voice firm. “Alright. We’ll cooperate.”Slowly, she unbuckled her seatbelt and stepped out of the car.Raven followed, her movements precise, controlled. Even though she hadn’t drawn a weapon, there was something about the way she carried herself that made the officers hesitate.As if they knew deep down that they weren’t just dealing with ordinary women.“Your keys,” the second officer said, holding out his hand to Raven.She raised an eyebrow but said nothing, slipping the McLaren’s keys into his palm.Sarah glanced around. There were only two officers present, but she knew better than to think they were alone. More were likely stationed nearby, watching, waiting.Raven stood close, her presence a quiet but undeniable shield.“This is bullshit,”
Raven hesitated, her jaw tightening. For a split second, Sarah saw something flicker across her face, pain, regret, something deeper than words could explain.But then, just as quickly, it was gone.“I had my reasons.”Sarah had no idea why, but something about that answer made her trust Raven more than if she had given a rehearsed response.She exhaled slowly, nodding. “Alright, then. Welcome to the chaos that is my life.”Raven’s lips lifted into an almost smirk. “Don’t worry, Mrs. Blake. I specialize in chaos.”Sarah let out a small laugh, shaking her head. “Well, you’ve come to the right place then.”Raven moved swiftly, drove her car around the McLaren into the house and asked Sarah to step down.Stepping around the front of the McLaren, she slid into the driver’s seat with practiced ease.Sarah barely had time to blink before the woman had adjusted the mirrors, opened the passenger seat for her, started the engine, and pulled out onto the road as if she had been driving for her
Meanwhile, inside the Blake Group's towering skyscraper, the tension in the boardroom was thick enough to cut with a knife.Alexander, seated in his wheelchair, exuded an icy authority that countered Gerald’s smug confidence.They had been going back and forth for nearly an hour, each man refusing to yield an inch.Gerald wanted to strip him of control, to reduce him to a mere figurehead, but Alexander had built too much, fought too hard to let that happen.“You seem very confident in your little schemes, Uncle,” Alexander drawled, his voice deceptively calm, but his steel blue gaze was piercing. “But tell me, when has taking something from me ever ended well for you?”Gerald smirked, adjusting the gold cufflinks on his sleeve. “Confidence is one thing, Alexander. Reality is another.”Alexander let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “Reality?” He leaned forward, his fingers tapping against the mahogany table. “Let’s talk about reality. The reality where you had me shot and still fai
Meanwhile, as these thoughts consumed him, Liam found himself at a high end bar in downtown Manhattan, whiskey in hand, the low hum of music surrounding him.A brunette with a body that could turn heads slid into the seat next to him, her sultry smile laced with invitation.“Mind if I join you?” she purred, running manicured fingers along the rim of her martini glass.Liam barely glanced at her.He had done this before. Tried to force himself to feel something, anything, for someone else.She placed a hand on his forearm, leaning in slightly.That’s when it happened.The instant wave of disgust that rolled through him.He pulled back as if burned, jaw tightening as he exhaled sharply. “Not interested.”The woman blinked, clearly taken aback by his cold dismissal. But Liam didn’t care.He threw back the rest of his whiskey and signaled for the bill.Enough was enough.He wasn’t going to lie to himself anymore.Sarah Miller,Sarah Blake, was the only woman who had ever made him feel this
A little while later, freshly showered and dressed in a comfortable yet stylish ensemble, Sarah made her way downstairs.The scent of fresh coffee filled the air, mingling with the faint aroma of breakfast.She stepped into the grand living area, spotting two of Alexander’s men stationed near the entrance.“Where’s Alexander?” she asked, running a hand through her still damp hair.One of the guards, a tall, broad shouldered man, inclined his head respectfully. “He left for the office earlier this morning, Mrs. Blake.”Sarah blinked. “The office?”“Yes, ma’am. The Blake Group headquarters.”Sarah scoffed, crossing her arms. “And he didn’t bother waking me up?”He hesitated. “Mr. Blake instructed us not to disturb you.”Sarah let out an irritated sigh, throwing her hands up. “Of course he did! That man wears me out to the point of exhaustion and then just sneaks off like some kind of business ninja?”The guards wisely remained silent.Sarah placed a hand on her hip, muttering under her
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
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. “
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