Valentina povTwo weeks later."Please, Alexander," I pleaded, my voice trembling as heat flushed my cheeks. My breath came in ragged gasps, and I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer. "I need you... I need you inside me so badly."A deep groan escaped him as his tongue teased me, his thick fingers curling inside, hitting the sensitive spot perfectly that drove me insane."Yes… just like that," I gasped, my head falling back in pure ecstasy. I moved against his hand, chasing the release building within me.I was so close. So close that I actually saw stars. My toes curled as Alexander held my thighs firmly apart, preventing me from closing them."Hmm, such a good girl," he murmured, his hot breath fanning over my sensitive heat. "Cum for me—I want to taste all of you."His pace quickened, fingers moving faster and harder inside me. A gasp tore from my lips as my grip on his hair tightened. My head fell back, overwhelmed by the intensity of my impending release."Alexande
Alexander pov “Were you able to keep this out of the press?” I asked, taking a drag of my cigarette as my eyes skimmed through the tablet in my hand. The contents of what I was seeing were disappointing, to say the least. My patience was wearing thin, and I was this close to throwing the tablet away, but I held it in—held every ounce of anger bubbling inside me and narrowed my eyes. “Yes, boss,” Sebastian replied, his tone calm and measured, “We’ve bribed and threatened the news stations. The moment they realized it involved you, they promised not to release a word.” “We were also able to eliminate all those who could be a threat for now. The rest are in hiding, but we’re tracking them down as we speak.” I arched a brow at his words but didn’t look up. “Track them down by the end of today. I want no mistakes. Understood?” “Yes boss” “What about the man who killed the cop, has he been taken care of?” “He’s been caught, boss. He’s currently at the warehouse,” Sebastian re
Valentina pov "Good boy, you listened to Aunt Martha today, didn't you? I'm so proud of you," I said with a soft smile, ruffling Felix's hair gently. He nodded twice in response, his toothy grin lighting up his face as he puffed out his chest and leaned into my touch like a little puppy seeking affection. "You finished your broccoli too? All of it?" I asked softly again, recalling how, just yesterday, when Martha tried to feed him broccoli, he had bolted into my room, clinging to me like a lifeline and stubbornly refusing to eat even a single bite. Despite all the maids’ attempts to persuade him, Felix wouldn’t listen to anyone but me. So seeing him behave so obediently now felt like nothing short of a miracle. But that wasn’t even the most surprising part about this kid. Just minutes ago, I had been caught off guard by the sight of a small army of maids chasing after him, their frantic cries of “Master Felix!” echoing through the halls as he ran to me. Meanwhile, Felix just
Alexander povI have never been… sexually assaulted in my thirty years of living.Who would dare to do such a thing? No one in their right mind would risk being skinned alive. Yet this girl before me had done it without a moment’s hesitation, as if she were completely unaware of the consequences.This girl—this reckless, stupid girl—not only hugged me but had the audacity to kiss me without my consent. For a moment, my brain short-circuited, my eyes widening in shock as I struggled to process what was happening. No matter how hard I tried to think or react, I couldn’t. My body refused to move.Damn it.Her soft, plump lips pressed against mine as she wrapped her arms around my shoulders, pulling me closer. She was stiff, unmoving, yet determined. One would think it was her first time kissing someone, with how flushed her face was, and how she seemed to hold her breath. But there was something unsettling in her expression, something that made her appear almost like a creep. My heart p
Alexander stood frozen, his eyes locked on Felix as the boy positioned himself protectively in front of me. The air was thick with tension, and for a moment, it felt like they were engaged in a silent staring contest. Neither of them backed down or looked away and everyone around me held their breath and watched, waiting to see what would happen. At that moment, it was almost impossible not to notice the striking similarities between Alexander and Felix. Similar dark hair, gray eyes and the way they both carried themselves. Felix was basically the mini Alexander, both radiating a natural air of authority, though Felix was only still a child compared to his father. He lacked the sheer dominance and power that Alexander exuded. Nevertheless, the kid still stood his ground, he didn't flinch– not once before the imposing figure of the man before him. I raised a brow in confusion at the scene, wondering what on earth was going on. I couldn’t understand how everything spiraled out of co
Alexander pov“P-please, I’m begging you, Boss! I didn’t betray you. I swear, I didn’t kidnap the young master! I only took him for a walk, and before I knew it, someone knocked me unconscious. When I woke up, the young master was gone. Please, believe me—I swear on my life!” The woman’s screams pierced my ears, echoing like a siren's call, a haunting wail that seemed to bless my senses. It ignited something deep within me, sending a spark through my veins—it made me crave more.I needed more."Really? You swear on your life? How amusing. You're pleading for your life, yet you're willing to stake it so easily," I said, crossing my legs with an air of indifference.“I swear, I didn’t betray you, Boss!” she pleaded, her voice trembling.“Then why did you go into hiding, hmm? If you didn’t do anything wrong, you wouldn’t have needed to run.” I leaned closer. “It’s common sense, really.”“Because I know you’ll kill me, Boss,” she stammered, tears streaming down her face. “If I was caugh
Valentina pov"So you're telling me that I won't be sleeping with Alexander tonight?" I asked, my voice filled with shock as I stood there, suitcase in hand."But why?! I've even packed my clothes and everything. Did we used to sleep in separate rooms before? Because, quite frankly, tell me—what kind of husband and wife sleep in different rooms?"Martha's eyes flickered to the suitcase in my hand, a hint of amusement crossing her features before she quickly cleared her throat. The smile vanished, and she spoke with an almost businesslike tone."That is because sir believes madam is not well enough to share a bed with him. He has given orders for you to stay in this room for the time being until you recover."I scoffed, rolling my eyes at her words. Damn it, we’d been repeating the same thing for the past five minutes and she wasn’t listening."But I’m fine," I insisted, my voice thick in frustration. "I know my body better than anyone else, and I strongly believe I’m well enough to ha
Alexander pov"Dear husband, let’s have sex.". I raised a brow at her statement, my eyes darkening as she stepped into the room without hesitation—without a care for the fact that I was standing there with no clothes on, or the fact that a gun was aimed directly at her head.At that exact moment, as she stood before me with lustful eyes, I came to a very clear conclusion: this girl was crazy.This wasn’t how I had imagined things unfolding. When I chose to spare her life and use her instead, I never expected it to turn out this way. I had expected her to be timid—scared—anything but this bold and willful girl standing before me.Hell, I hadn’t even started my revenge for what her father had done, and yet, here she was, already driving me insane. From the background check I had run on her, Valentina was supposed to be the complete opposite of what she was now. It made me wonder if memory loss could alter someone’s personality.Because, tell me why this insane girl was currently lickin
Valentina pov. I couldn’t hide it anymore. I had tried to suppress that intense, burning emotion that surged through me whenever I was near this man—this stranger, Damien. For some reason, my heart ached with a mix of betrayal, anger, and… Something else I couldn’t quite name. Was it love? No, that was absurd. How could I love someone who wasn’t my husband? Alexander was my husband, and I loved him. I did. “Mrs. Emily…” Damien’s deep voice finally shattered the heavy silence, pulling me from my thoughts that began immediately after Alexander and Julian left the dining. Reluctantly, I tore my gaze away from my untouched food and glanced up at him. Once again, my heart squeezed tightly, and I inhaled a sharp breath as I came face to face with him. His blond hair was neatly styled back, and his blue eyes locked onto mine with a polite smile that, for some reason, grated on my nerves. “Mrs. Emily, I want to apologize for yesterday. I feel like I may have done something
Alexander pov.“I am launching a new business called greenTech Solutions. It’s a promising venture, and I believe it could be mutually beneficial. I’d like to discuss how your investment could help push things forward and bring great returns. If you give me this opportunity, it will….”I tilted my head and blocked out Damien's voice entirely, my fingers tapping on the table as my attention wandered. My eyes were glued to something else entirely.Or rather, someone.Valentina.She was sitting not far from me, but just close enough to that little bastard, Julian, who seemed far too distracted to focus on what actually mattered here—business.I’d brought him here after learning that he’d arrived in the US a week ago, thinking it was time to teach him a few things about the family business. But now, I was starting to regret that decision. I wasn’t sure why, but seeing him there, leaning in too comfortably next to Valentina, whispering to her with that irritating teasing smile of his, was
“No… I’m fine. Just save him. Save Felix first. You have to get him out. I don’t care if I die, but he has to live. Felix has to live, so…”“So please save my son.”I gasped, jolting awake, my hand instinctively flying to my throat as I struggled to breathe. No matter how hard I tried, it felt like my breath was trapped. Sweat trickled down my forehead, and my trembling fingers reached to clutch my chest.“Breathe, Valentina, breathe,” I whispered under my breath, trying to calm the panic surging through me, but I froze the moment I uttered that name.Valentina? That name…Before I could dwell on it, a sudden wave of nausea overwhelmed me. My hand flew to my mouth as I gagged, and without a second thought, I rushed toward the bathroom.I barged in, heading straight for the sink. I didn’t even make it to the toilet before I leaned over, letting it all out in one agonizing rush.I gagged and closed my eyes as a throbbing pain overwhelmed my senses, nearly blurring my vision. I hissed an
Valentina pov “Alexander, we've met earlier” a deep, commanding voice cut through the tension, and I instinctively looked up to meet the imposing figure now standing beside me. His sharp features were as cold as his tone. “Emily’s husband,” he continued, his piercing gaze fixed on Damien. “And I don’t appreciate another man trying to touch my wife.” Everyone froze and I blinked trying to process what had just happened. Alexander stood there before me dressed in an expensive suits, his tall frame towering over everyone present including Damien. I could feel everyone's eyes on him and the chattering around us instantly quiet down as they all looked at Alexander, his presence alone dominated the place like no one else did. “Ah, yes. Apologies Mr Alexander, forgive me for the mistake” Damien swallowed nervously before forcing a tight smile yet Alexander didn't release his hand, his expression cold, piercing straight into Damien. I stood there, unable to tear my gaze from Alex
Alexander pov “I’m sorry for what he did to you, you shouldn't have lost Emily that day. I tried saving her, but it was too late; he had gotten to her before I could stop the accident…” Her words replayed in my mind as I tapped my fingers continuously on the seat, my eyes narrowing. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't understand what she meant by that. Emily… Had she known her before she lost her memories? The way she had spoken left so many questions unanswered. I groaned in frustration and stopped the rhythmic drumming of my fingers. Almost immediately, the car came to a sudden halt, pulling me out of my thoughts. I narrowed my eyes, looking straight ahead to see that the car in front had stopped abruptly, blocking the road. “What’s going on?” I asked, straightening in my seat with a frown. “Apologies, boss. Looks like the car ahead of us had an accident. I’ll take another route,” Adrian replied, his eyes flicking to the rearview mirror, waiting for my approval. I
The first thing I did was run. I couldn’t face the humiliation, so I bolted without a second glance, probably leaving both the man and woman stunned but I didn't care, I had to save the little dignity I had left.What had I just done? The second Sebastian and Daniel left me alone, I caused trouble. Great. I was so dumb—I wanted nothing more than for the ground to open up and swallow me whole. As I sprinted away, too busy contemplating my life choices to watch where I was going, I abruptly collided with someone, the impact causing something warm to spill all over me.“What the fuck?! Are you blind?” a shrill female voice snapped, and I gasped, realizing I had accidentally spilled the person’s drink.“Oh my God, I’m so sorry, it was a…” I began to apologize, but the moment I looked up and saw the person, I froze, unable to get a word out.My body tensed, and a shiver ran down my spine as I took in the sight of the woman in front of me. Before I knew it, I instinctively took a step back
Valentina pov I was about to puke. I must have had a little too much because as I walked—no, wobbled—toward the restroom, the walls seemed to close in. I covered my mouth, struggling to stay on my feet and not collapse in a heap, but with every passing second, it got harder to hold it in. I could feel the judgmental stares from everyone around me as I hurried along, but I couldn’t care less. God, I really should’ve stopped after three glasses. But could you blame me? Twenty minutes had passed, and neither Sebastian nor Daniel had returned. Sitting there alone with nothing to do had been so painfully boring that another drink—or five—felt like the only way to pass the time. “P-please…” I gagged, clamping a hand over my mouth as I stopped a server along the way. “Apologies, madam, but I’m not carrying champagne right now. However, I can—” “Not that… the restroom, where is it?” I interrupted, my voice strained. “Ooh, it’s this way, to the right,” the server replied. As soon as t
Valentina pov “Well… Emily was a kind-hearted person, but she often had trouble with anyone who wasn’t Alexander or Felix. She especially clashed with the female maids and jealousy often got the better of her when any of them came near Alexander. You could say she was possessive, but she was also a devoted wife and mother to both Alexander and Felix.” I frowned, replaying their words in my mind. There was something odd about how they spoke about me. It felt like they were speaking about another person entirely because… why wouldn’t they just call me Emily? It felt unsettling, like something wasn’t quite right. Weird. Really weird. I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts, before tilting the glass back and drowning the champagne in one swift motion. The burning taste sliding down my throat. “Hey, wait, you’re drinking too much,” Daniel’s voice broke through my thoughts, and I looked up to find both him and Sebastian watching me with concerned, almost guilty expressions. I bl
Valentina pov I closed my eyes and squeezed my face as the maids carefully applied makeup, their hands swift and practiced. "Madam, please relax and refrain from furrowing your brows," Martha said, her voice stern, and I could practically feel the weight of her gaze drilling into me. I sighed in frustration, my body already stiff and sore from all the sitting around. How long does it take to apply makeup? It had already been two hours when Martha and a number of maids barged into the room, forced me into the shower, dressed me in a form-fitting gown, and now this. When I asked why she was dressing me as though I were attending a royal ball, she replied calmly, “Madam, it is for an upcoming event you will be attending with Master this evening.” Her tone was firm but professional as she added, “You must look your best, as today will mark the first time you present yourself to the world after your accident.” I was shocked when she said that— because honestly, how could she wak