The decision to head back home came with mixed emotions.Paris had been a whirlwind of triumphs, challenges, and revelations, but as Alexander and Sarah made their way through the luxurious hotel lobby, the whispers followed them like a persistent shadow.A woman near the concierge leaned toward her companion, murmuring loudly enough to be overheard. "That’s her, isn’t it? The one who fell. Poor thing. And he couldn’t even help her. What kind of husband is that?”Sarah tensed, gripping Alexander’s arm instinctively.His jaw tightened, but his expression remained stoic as they continued walking.“It’s just noise,” Alexander muttered under his breath, though his sharp eyes scanned the room for anyone who might approach them directly.“They don’t know you,” Sarah said softly, her voice filled with an unspoken reassurance.They reached the elevators, and as the doors closed, muffling the world outside, Sarah exhaled a shaky breath. “Will it ever stop?”Alexander looked at her, his gaze un
The sleek black limousine coasted onto the private tarmac where Alexander Blake’s private jet waited, gleaming in the midday sunlight.The jet stood as a symbol of power and wealth, its polished fuselage reflecting a perfect image of the sky.The chauffeur stepped out first, quickly opening the door for Alexander and Sarah.Alexander slid into his wheelchair with the fluid grace of a man who had long mastered the act, his movements as seamless as if the chair were an extension of his body.Sarah followed, her every step poised yet tired, her delicate fingers adjusting her bag on her shoulder.“Back to home soil,” Alexander murmured, glancing over his shoulder at Sarah as she stepped up beside him. “Ready to leave the Paris buzz behind?”“Absolutely,” she replied, her voice heavy with exhaustion. Then, with a faint smile, she added, “Though I can’t say I’ll miss the whispers and stares.”Alexander chuckled, his smirk hinting at confidence. “We don’t have to miss them. Something tells m
The morning sun poured into the room, casting a golden glow over Alexander and Sarah as they lay tangled in each other’s arms.Sarah stirred first, her lips curling into a soft smile as Alexander’s arm tightened around her waist.“Good morning, Mrs. Blake,” Alexander murmured, his voice still husky with sleep.“Good morning, Mr. Blake,” Sarah replied, playfully tapping his nose. “Ready to face the world today?”He smirked, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Always. Especially with you by my side.”After a few more moments in bed, they reluctantly got out of bed and prepared for the day.Alexander donned a sharp navy suit, and Sarah chose a simple yet professional dress.Over breakfast, their conversation remained light, though Sarah couldn’t shake a faint sense of unease about going to the office.Arriving at the Blake Group headquarters, Alexander and Sarah parted ways. While he headed to his office, she made her way to the design section, where her unease solidified the momen
Moments later, the door swung open, and Gerald strolled in, his presence commanding as always.Dressed impeccably in a tailored charcoal suit, Gerald’s graying hair and piercing blue eyes made him every bit the imposing figure he liked to portray.“Alexander,” Gerald greeted, his tone amiable but his smile sharp. “How are you holding up?”“What do you want, Gerald?” Alexander cut straight to the point, his voice cool. He wasn’t in the mood for pleasantries, not when his mind was preoccupied with Sarah.Gerald’s smile faltered for a brief second before he took a seat across from Alexander’s desk. “Straight to business, I see. Fine. Let’s talk about this contract you’re so stubbornly refusing to approve. You’re holding up progress, Alexander. It’s unlike you.”Alexander leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable. “Progress?” he echoed. “Is that what you call giving away control to a group of opportunists? The changes you proposed are reckless. They put the company at risk.”Ger
The inside of the house was just as Sarah remembered, cozy, warm, and filled with memories of a simpler time.The smell of freshly baked bread wafted from the kitchen, and a patchwork quilt lay draped over the couch, a testament to Mary’s handiwork.As Mary busied herself preparing tea and James set the table, Sarah sat down and watched them, a bittersweet feeling swelling in her chest.These were the people who had raised her, loved her unconditionally, and stood by her through every challenge. Yet, the words Elise had hurled at her earlier that day echoed in her mind."You’re the switch daughter, remember? The one who was never supposed to exist."Sarah clenched her hands into fists, trying to push the memory away. She didn’t want to burden her parents with her pain. They had done enough for her already.“So,” James said, breaking the silence as he placed a plate of cookies in front of her, “tell us what’s been keeping you so busy in the city.”Sarah forced a smile. “Just work,” she
Alexander sank back into his chair, his mind swirling with emotions.Part of him wanted to rush to the mountains and bring her home, but another part held him back.What if she didn’t want to be found right now?What if this was her way of seeking space?Still, the thought of her out there alone, hurt, possibly overwhelmed, gnawed at him. He couldn’t leave her like this.Determined, Alexander grabbed his coat and made his way to the elevator in his wheelchair with practiced ease.He had a driver bring the car around, but this wasn’t a trip he planned to make with fanfare.As the car drove onto the high way, Alexander found himself deep in thought. Though urgency burned in his chest, he knew this wasn’t just any visit.The Millers weren’t just the family who had raised Sarah, they were also, in a way, his in laws.He drummed his fingers against his thigh, considering.He couldn’t show up empty handed. Not only would that be disrespectful, but it would also send the wrong message.This
The Miller house was warm and inviting, the scent of roasted vegetables and freshly baked bread filling the air.Alexander handed the basket of gifts to Mrs. Miller, who couldn’t stop beaming.“These are lovely, Alexander,” she said, glancing through the assortment of specialty jams, wines, and hand crafted treats. “You shouldn’t have gone to so much trouble!”“It’s the least I could do,” Alexander replied with a polite smile. “I regret not visiting sooner.”James Miller clapped Alexander on the shoulder with a hearty laugh. “Better late than never, son. Come on, dinner’s almost ready.”Mrs. Miller led the way into the dining room, where the table was already set with a spread of hearty dishes.Sarah trailed behind silently, her mind still spinning. Alexander’s sudden arrival and the calm, composed way he fit into her parents’ home was almost surreal.As they sat down to eat, Alexander effortlessly charmed the Millers with his conversation.He asked about their farm, listened attentiv
For a moment, they simply stood there, holding each other’s gaze.The warmth in his eyes made her heart ache, and she felt some of the heaviness in her chest begin to lift.“I just… I needed to come back here,” she said quietly. “The Millers have always been my safe haven. They loved me for me, even when I wasn’t really theirs. And tonight, I needed that.”“I understand,” Alexander replied. “And for what it’s worth, I’m glad you have them. But you should know that you’re not alone, Sarah. No matter how hard things get, I’m here. Always.”Her lips curved into a faint smile, and she leaned into him, resting her head against his chest.The steady rhythm of his heartbeat was a soothing balm to her frayed nerves.“I know,” she murmured. “And I’m grateful. Truly.”They continued their walk but this time, back to the Miller house.Alexander walked beside her, his hand lightly brushing hers. The conversation had dwindled to a comfortable silence, punctuated only by the soft crunch of gravel u
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