Regan’s POVI reclined against the headboard, the weight of the whiskey glass heavy in my hand. The scent of alcohol hung thick in the air, mingling with the subtle perfume that clung to Zarina's skin.She shifted beside me, not bothering to cover her naked body. "You should sleep here in the penthouse tonight."I shook my head, taking a long sip of the amber liquid. "No, I need to go home.""Why do you always go home to her?"I paused, grappling for an answer that I didn't have. Why did I always return to Anastasia, even when I knew I shouldn't?"I... I don't know."But deep down, I knew she was right. I should have stayed away from my wife, but something within me resisted. As Zarina's words echoed in my mind, a pang of guilt washed over me. Today was our anniversary, a day that held significance for Anastasia, even if it held none for me. She always prepared for our anniversary, despite knowing that I would never be there to celebrate with her.I don’t know why she can’t let our ma
I stormed out of the penthouse, the sound of Zarina's pleading voice fading behind me as I raced down the hallway. After I reached the parking garage and practically threw myself into my car. The engine roared to life as I slammed my foot down on the accelerator, the car lurching forward as I sped out into the rainy night.Rain pounded against the windshield, the wipers working overtime to clear the deluge. But I barely noticed. All I could think about was Anastasia, alone and waiting, somewhere out there in the storm.“I told her not to wait” I grumbled.For the first time, I pushed the speedometer beyond its limits. When I finally arrived at the restaurant, my heart sank. The doors were locked, the windows dark. Raindrops cascaded down the windows. With a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, I noticed Anastasia's car still parked in the lot—the red car.I stepped out into the rain, the cold droplets soaking through my clothes. I checked my phone, h
As I skidded to a halt outside the towering building with a big sign Skyview Heights. I leaped out of the car and dashed towards the entrance. Then, I saw him—the man from the video—strolling casually inside as though he hadn't a care in the world.“Hey!” I shouted, storming inside the building. “Stop right there!”The man turned, his eyes narrowing in annoyance, but before he could respond, the two guards stationed at the entrance blocked my path.“Sir, you are not allowed to be here”“Let go! Do you not know who I am?!” I snapped, my frustration boiling over.“Sorry, Sir, but we cannot let you in,” the other guard insisted, crossing his arms in front of him.My jaw ticked with irritation. Pointing towards Anastasia, who lay unconscious in the man’s arms, I practically spat out my words. “She is my wife! And that asshole kidnapped her!”The guards exchanged a glance, but the man simply looked annoyed. “You don’t seem to be his husban
I undressed Anastasia and lowered her gently into the steaming bath. I had removed my shirt, not bothering to change my wet jeans. I was cleaning her arms and she was in the bath, eyes closed, and leaning on the bathtub when she suddenly sat upright.“Hey” I blurted out, holding her arms but to my surprise, she touched my cheek.“Hmm? Are Regan?” her words are slurred as she rakes her gaze in my face “My husband is really my husband even in my dreams”I removed her hand from my face, but she leaned forward, pecking a kiss on my cheeks, and smiled widely. “You’re frowning again, like always” and she closed her eyes before she fell backward.I quickly grabbed her, my gaze landing on her face.Anastasia Saavedra Del Valle. The youngest daughter of the owner of the Stellar Holdings. She was a famous woman in the conglomerate world. The fallen pianist prodigy. Everyone knows what happened to her mother—Alisha Saavedra. The chairwoman who killed herself after jumping on the balcony.The poli
Anastasia's POVThe morning light pierced through the curtains. My head felt like a melon that had been dropped from a ten-story building. With a groan, I pried open one eye, then the other, squinting at the harsh numbers glowing on the bedside clock: 10:00 am.“Ugh,” I croaked, squeezing my eyes shut again in a desperate attempt to escape the throbbing pain behind them.Just the thought of sitting up sent a fresh wave of nausea crashing over me. Ignoring the dull ache blooming in my lower back, I attempted to rise anyway, only to be met with a white-hot spike of pain in my head that had me flopping back down onto the pillows with a whimper.That’s when Susan materialized in the doorway, a tray laden with a steaming bowl of soup held carefully in her hands. “Good morning, Miss Anastasia,”“Ugh, Susan. I slept in so late. I can’t believe it’s already ten.”“You should drink this, Miss,” she said gently, plac
Confined to my room, I sought refuge in the cool, quiet space, the heavy drapes filtering the afternoon sun. Curled up on the chaise lounge, I reached for a book from the nightstand, hoping to kill time.The words on the page swam before my eyes, blurring together despite my best efforts to focus. Just as I was about to give up and succumb to a nap, a soft knock on the door startled me.“Come in.”The door creaked open, revealing one of the maids. “Mrs. Del Valle, you have guests outside.” “Guests?” I echoed, setting the book down on the nearby table. “I wasn’t expecting anyone today.”“Yes, Miss. They identified themselves as Mrs. Sales and Mr. Wright.” “Mrs. Sales?” I know Mrs. Sales as she is the owner of Skyview Heights but I don’t know someone that has Wright as a surname. I sighed.Letting out a defeated sigh, I straightened the folds of my dress and ran a hand through my hair, “Alright, show them in.”The maid bowed her head and retreated down the hallway. Taking a deep
“I knew she’d say something like that,” Alex suddenly blurted out.I turned to him. “Huh? Say what?”“The ‘good word’ part,”“Oh,” I mumbled, averting my gaze. Deciding it best to ignore his comment, I offered a weak smile. “Anyway, thank you for helping me last night.”He crossed his arms, leaning back against the cushions, a grin spreading across his face. “Hmm… can you remember everything that happened?”“Uh, yes, of course,” shit. I responded a touch too fast.“Really?” He leaned forward, his gaze turning serious. “Then tell me, what happened in Skyview Heights? Did you see your husband punch…?”My heart stuttered in my chest. “He did what?!”A burst of laughter erupted from him, the sound echoing through the room. I rolled my eyes as I realized I’d fallen for his trap.“You don’t remember,”Cheeks burning hot, I cleared my throat. “Well, um, honestly, yes. I… I don’t rememb
A nervous tremor ran through me as I reached for my teacup. “You seemed to know my name”Alex shrugged. "Well, let's just say powerful names tend to stick in your memory, especially at your status. Anastasia Saavedra Montreal – even before you married into the Del Valle family, that name carried a lot of weight. And now….well, let's just say marrying Regan Del Valle only amplified that power.""Are you a fan, then? You seem to know quite a bit about me.""A fan, you could say.” He chuckled a warm sound that filled the room. “I actually saw you perform once, way back when. You were 14, and I was 16. You were incredible on the piano, by the way."A soft gasp escaped my lips. "You saw that?" I breathed in disbelief."Yep. You were a prodigy, everyone knew it. But then, you just... disappeared. There were a few sightings here and there, but nothing substantial. Then, boom! The news of your wed