Adrian P.O.V
I've always gotten everything I wanted in life, from money to power, I had the finest of it all.
At 25, I'm one of the most successful businessmen in the country. Two years ago, my dad entrusted me with the full responsibility of the company, and today, it's one of the leading corporations in the USA. But the best part of my life is the love of my life, Jessica Martin. She's everything a man could ever ask for.
I've known Jessica since we were about 5 years old, but at 12, I moved to a boarding school in London. Despite the distance, Jessica and I always stayed in contact, and she supported me through every up and down.
During vacations, we always made sure to spend time together. I even remember Sarah, who used to be a good friend of ours. But after I moved to London, she started ignoring Jessica and even asked her to stay away from me. Jessica always told me how Sarah bullied her in high school.
As time went on, Jessica only grew more beautiful, both inside and out. Two years ago, after I took over the company, I asked her to be my girlfriend. With her, my life felt complete, she was not only pretty but also incredibly intelligent and talented. She was one of the top students in school and even got a scholarship to Harvard, but she chose to follow her passion for modeling. Today, she's one of the highest-paid models in the industry.
My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on my office door. Without looking up, I told the person to come in.
I heard the click of heels on the floor and caught the familiar scent of perfume. Jessica walked towards me and sat on my desk.
"Good afternoon, love," I said, moving closer and taking her hands in mine.
"Hey, babe," she replied seductively, placing her other hand on my chest.
"How was your day?" I asked. She started telling me about her photoshoot that morning while I admired the beauty sitting before me. She looked amazing in that fitted white dress, her blond mid-length hair perfectly styled and falling onto her shoulders. As a model, she had a flawlessly toned body. She was perfect, and I was the luckiest man to have her in my life.
"Adrian, what are you wearing to your parents' wedding anniversary?"
"I want our outfits to coordinate since that's when you'll tell your parents about us," she said as she adjusted my tie.
"Well, you don't need to worry about that, love. My secretary has taken care of our outfits. You'll get the dress by tomorrow," I replied.
"Aww, thank you so much," she said happily. "Now, if you're done with work, can we go home?"
"Sure, babe. Let me just call my secretary," I said, moving toward the phone to inform Josh of my departure.
I put on my coat, took Jessica's hand, and we interlocked our fingers as we walked toward the elevator.
I headed to my black Bugatti Veyron, opening the door for Jessica before jogging to the driver's seat. After starting the car, I soon stopped at a lavish Italian restaurant for dinner.
We chose a seat in the corner of the restaurant, ordered wine, and started discussing our future plans. The waiter arrived to take our dinner order. Due to her strict diet, Jessica ordered a salad, while I decided on Spaghetti Bolognese.
"Do you think your parents will accept our relationship?" Jessica asked while sipping her wine.
"I don't think your mother is fond of me," she added as I narrowed my eyes.
"Why do you feel that way, Jess?"
"Ever since you came back from London, I've tried to talk to her, but she always ends up bringing up Sarah in the conversation."
"She keeps telling me how sweet and kind Sarah is and how the three of us should hang out together like old times," Jessica said in a sad tone.
My jaw clenched at the mention of Sarah's name. What she did to Jessica was enough for me to hate her for the rest of my life.
"Sarah doesn't deserve to be our friend after what she did to you when I was gone. My mom doesn't know how ugly her true face is. Once she finds out, she'll stop talking about her," I replied angrily.
Even remembering how Sarah treated Jessica made my blood boil. Because of her, Jessica had to endure so many difficulties and traumas.
"Relax, babe. She's gone now. We don't have to worry about her," Jessica assured me, caressing my hand.
I smiled at her as the waiter brought our dinner. We ate while discussing the arrangements for my parents' anniversary party. Once we were done, I paid the bill, and we drove back to my penthouse.
I moved out of my parent's house two years ago and bought my place. After Jessica and I started dating, I asked her to move in with me. She's partially moved in, but she hasn't fully moved in yet.
*** WARNING: ADULT CONTENT ***
As soon as we entered the penthouse, I slammed my lips against Jessica's. I grabbed her hair, causing her to tilt her head back, and I started kissing her neck hungrily, making her moan loudly.
Soon, we ended up on the couch. By this time, I had successfully removed her dress. She lay beneath me in her black lingerie, looking at me seductively as she started unbuttoning my shirt. Once she removed my shirt, followed by my pants, she took my member in her hand and began stroking it.
She teased me, licking my erection, and I groaned loudly. She smirked at my reaction and swiftly took all of it into her mouth.
She kept sucking and teasing me with her tongue. I moved my hands to her bra and removed it in one go.
Once she finished, I pushed her back on the couch and tore off her panties. I slid inside her and started thrusting hard.
The room filled with our loud moans.
We ended up going for a second round and then showered together. Afterwards, we were so exhausted that we went straight to bed. I hugged her tightly in my arms, and soon, we both fell asleep.
Alessandro POVI’ve been in meetings where billion-dollar numbers floated between breaths; rooms where decisions rewrote cities, changed skylines, and left entire companies gasping for air.But nothing, nothing, unravelled me like her words did."I am pregnant"For an instant, everything within me came to a halt. The boardroom transformed into a haze of muted attire, moving documents, and voices that felt remote, unimportant.All I saw was her, Sarah. Pale. Breathless. Shoulders pulled in tight, like she was bracing for something.She’d been carrying this alone.For weeks.And I hadn’t seen it.My first instinct, God, it shames me now, was fear.Not fear of the baby itself, but of failing them.Of becoming him. Of becoming Adrian.And that terrified me more than anything.My mouth opened, but the words didn’t come. The only thing I managed was the worst thing,I turned. And walked away.Outside, the city felt too small for the thoughts tearing through me.Footfalls merged with the buz
Sarah’s POVI don’t remember leaving the office.I just remember his back.Alessandro acted like an immovable wall; he didn’t even look in my direction. Ultimately, I find myself in the bathroom, clutching the edge of the sink, as the potent scent of antiseptic soap lingers in the air like a request in my throat.The heels click on along the marble floor, click-clack, click-clack, regulated and predictable to a millisecond, a soundless signal to my nerves to take measures only after I’ve safely prepared for them.However, it did not. It held onto my chest, encircling me so snugly I could scarcely take a breath.Why didn’t he say anything? Why did he just… walk out?The inquiries rushed in, intertwining, suffocating the breath in my chest. My chest lost the ability to rise and fall, my stomach twisted inwards, not with nausea, but with fear.Outside, the city kept moving. Honks continued to sound. Individuals continued to hurry by me, conversing on their phones as if nothing had chang
Sarah POVAfter Ester got married, things were a little too quiet.She and Noah had flown to some warm, ocean-blue place, leaving behind the low buzz of laughter, twinkles of fairy lights, and promises that reverberated softly in my chest.The apartment, which had been alive with pre-wedding energy, felt quiet now. But work, as it often does, found ways to talk the silence away.Today was a big one.My firm had been finalising an ambitious architecture collaboration, and Alessandro, through his investment group, was backing a portion of the project.We’d worked together in the past, but to be facing him across a glass-walled boardroom still made my heart flutter.He was well dressed in tailored suite, and serious, every line of his body taut with intent.The same man who makes loves to me every night, who smoothed Gabriel’s hair while he slept, now deep in discussion over projections and timelines.Sometimes I couldn’t believe we lived both those lives, public and private. Side by sid
Sarah POVThe morning of Ester’s wedding came like a sigh, gentle, gilded, gentle. The sunlight poured through the windows in quiet ribbons, the room warm with a hush that felt sacred, like even the day itself was bending for her.In the mirror, pinning back a curl, I glanced down at where my hand had come to rest involuntarily, strategically, perhaps, but involuntarily, right over my stomach.Just under three months. It was still hard to believe most days.Today felt different. Lighter. Full of something that might’ve been hope.Because today wasn’t about me.Today belonged to Ester.By midmorning the room was a soft frenzy, brushes flip-flopping, lace shaking, voices ricocheting among instruction and giggling.The makeup artist dusted powder under Ester’s eyes with downy lightness, and the hairstylist knotted her curls into an updo that looked casually elegant, but I guessed couldn't possibly have been.I was in all memory, bustling around her, fixing her veil, smoothing the satin o
Sarah POV The clinic smelled of antiseptic mixed with paper and a hint of sweet, sterile memories to assume I had been in a lot of similar waiting areas. I was sitting in the room waiting for the doctor to come back, and literally clicked my legs over and over and was moving them back and forth, anything to distract them and me. I was so anxious I literally thought the doctor would catch my nerves from me when she came back for the consultation.Her smile was kind, reassurance in a way that made me sit taller. “You’re around 2.5 months along.” She proclaimed with enthusiasm while basking in healthful glow of me being appreciably healthy.“Congratulations, Sarah,” she said with a cheerasive spirit. accepting handouts while maintaining good eye contact.2.5 months.The number echoed in my head like it had weight. Like something real had just taken shape inside me. It wasn’t just two faint pink lines anymore, it was a heartbeat.A beginning. A piece of me. A piece of Alessandro.Upon
Sarah’s POVIt had been a few weeks since Adrian's sucide, and life, in its quiet, stubborn way, was starting to find stability again. Grief still came through me from time to time, unexpected, but softer, and the days no longer seemed to belong to him.One dusky evening, after Gabriel had fallen asleep and Alessandro had stepped out for a bussiness dinner, Ester, Noah and I remained at home. The apartment buzzed with activity, pieces of fabric hung over the sofa, invitation drafts scattered on the dining table, Ester’s handwriting flowing graceful and confident as she noted final details for her wedding to NoahI was helping them to finalise the wedding preparations when Ester had gone into the kitchen to check on tea, when Noah cleared his throat, fingers tracing the rim of his glass.“I saw him changing after your marraige,” Noah went on, words halting, tangled in regret.“But after he got close to Chloe and Jessica… after he started talking like he could bend anyone to his will. A