Sarah P.O.VI opened my eyes, a blinding ray of sunlight piercing through the curtains and landing directly on my face. It took a nanosecond for my brain to reboot and register my surroundings. I was in bed. My bed. Relief washed over me in a warm wave as I scanned the familiar posters on the wall, the haphazardly stacked books on my nightstand. I was home.A throbbing headache, like a tiny construction crew was having a party inside my skull, made itself known. I groaned, pushing myself up slowly, my body protesting the sudden movement. I ran my fingers through my tangled hair, trying to smooth it down, a futile effort.Then, the missing pieces of the night before started to flicker back, like a faulty neon sign. The club, the music, Alessandro…and then…nothing. A dark, gaping hole in my memory. Panic started to bubble up inside me. I pushed the duvet off my body, and the blood drained from my face. I was only in my bra and thong.“What happened last night?” I whispered, my voice ras
Sarah POVI unlocked the door and swung it open, only to be confronted by the last person I wanted to see at this hour – Adrian. He stood there, his face a mask of barely suppressed anger. Without waiting for an invitation, or even a greeting, he shoved me aside, his shoulder bumping mine roughly, and strode into the house."Why did you visit my parents yesterday?" he demanded, his voice sharp, the question hanging in the air like a toxic cloud. He stood in the middle of my living room, his posture rigid, radiating hostility."I needed to inform them about our divorce," I replied, meeting his gaze steadily. "They should know before we take any further steps. It’s the right thing to do.” I walked towards him, trying to maintain a semblance of calm, though my insides were churning."Don't give me that trash, Sarah," he sneered, his lip curling. "I know you're up to something again, trying to ruin my relationship with Jessica. Because of your little visit, Dad and Mom are questioning me,
Sarah POVIt didn’t take me another second to realize what Adrian was insinuating. His eyes burned with anger, his jaw clenched tightly as if he were barely holding himself together.“It’s not what you think, Adrian,” I said firmly, refusing to let his accusations unsettle me. “And anyway, this shouldn’t concern you.”He took a step closer, his voice laced with venom. “Don’t you dare lie to me, Sarah. Fck these papers, you’re coming with me. I can’t risk my reputation by leaving you here while you whre yourself out to random men.”I felt my stomach twist at his cruel words, but I refused to let him see my hurt. I met his glare head-on, refusing to back down. “Adrian, don’t create a scene here. I am not sleeping with anyone. Even if I were, you have no right to question me. Just sign the damn papers and be done with it.”For a moment, he didn’t respond. He just stared at me, his grey eyes stormy with unspoken emotions. Then, with a bitter laugh, he snatched the papers off the table. “Y
Sarah POV“Are you okay?” Alessandro asked, turning to me. His voice was softer now, filled with concern.I nodded numbly, unable to form words. He reached out and took my hand, his touch grounding me as he guided me toward the bedroom.As we reached the door, Alessandro turned back to Adrian, his eyes cold and unrelenting. “Get out, Parker. Now. Or I’m calling the cops.”Adrian glared at him but didn’t argue. He wiped the blood from his nose and stormed out, slamming the door behind him.Alessandro shut the door and turned to face me. I stood there, still processing everything that had just happened. My mind was a whirlwind of emotions—fear, anger, relief, and confusion.Why was Alessandro Dante defending me so fiercely when he barely knew me? And why did his presence, his protection, feel like the safest thing I’d experienced in years?On one hand, I was relieved—thrilled, even—that someone had finally stood up for me. But on the other, my instincts refused to let me fully trust this
Sarah POVI couldn't hold myself back. So I asked you out for dinner, hoping to know you better.When you declined my invitation without a second thought, I found myself unable to stop thinking about you. My curiosity only deepened, so I started observing you again. Soon, I discovered the truth—that you were already married to Adrian Parker. But it didn’t take me long to see through the facade of your marriage.Alessandro’s voice was calm yet firm, his gaze unwavering as he spoke. He reached into the pocket of his dark coat and pulled out his phone, unlocking it with a swift movement of his thumb before turning the screen toward me.My breath hitched as my eyes landed on the pictures displayed before me. A cold, sinking sensation spread through my chest. There were several images—Adrian and Jessica at a restaurant, their heads leaned in close as if engaged in an intimate conversation. Another photo captured them at a shopping mall, walking side by side, Jessica’s hand lightly brushing
For some strange reason, I didn’t push him away when he did so. His touch didn’t make me feel threatened; instead, it felt warm, grounding—the kind of warmth that wraps around you on a chilly night and makes you forget the cold biting at your skin. My breath caught in my throat, but my body remained still, unwilling to step back. And yet, my mind screamed at me, urging me to put distance between us, to not fall for the same kind of game I had promised myself I’d never play again.My eyes traced his features, searching for any sign of deception, any glimmer of manipulation behind that practiced charm. Alessandro’s jaw was tense, his lips pressed into a firm line as though he were holding back words he couldn’t say aloud. His gaze was soft yet unyielding, brimming with something raw—sincerity, perhaps. The depth of it shook me to my core.No, Sarah. These men are all the same. You still can't trust him. What if he’s just using me and all this is a facade?The thought clung to my mind li
Adrian P.O.VIt’s been six days since Sarah left the mansion. Even though I now have everything I ever wished for, it feels as if something is still missing. Today, I have Jessica with me, and soon I will be a father. Sarah has chosen to leave my life, but still, I’m not happy. Her absence is affecting me more than I expected.You're missing her, Adrian.Accept that.I know I never truly wanted Sarah. Our marriage was a business arrangement, a decision I made for the sake of my company. And when she was here, I didn’t waste any opportunity to humiliate or belittle her. I wanted her to feel the same pain I endured being separated from Jessica. I made her life miserable, hoping it would bring me satisfaction. But when she finally left, I thought I’d reclaim my happiness with Jessica and start the family I always dreamed of. Yet, why am I not satisfied? Why does my heart feel so empty?Why is Sarah on my mind 24/7?Why do I see Sarah’s face whenever I close my eyes?Why do I hear her voi
Adrian POVShe can't know you're here for her."Where's Sarah?" I blurted out before I could stop myself. I saw Miss Caswell about to say something, but Noah interrupted."Oh, she went to the restroom a while ago."I nodded and downed my drink, trying to calm the storm brewing inside me. The alcohol burned down my throat, but it did nothing to extinguish the jealousy igniting my veins. Just then, my phone rang. I glanced at the caller ID and felt a smile tug at my lips despite my foul mood."Hey, love. When are you coming home?" Jessica's sweet voice came through the line."Hey, sweetheart. I'm just at the club with Noah. I'll be home in an hour or two," I replied, raising my voice to be heard over the thumping bass."Alright, I'll be waiting. See you soon." She sounded content."Bye, love," I said before disconnecting the call. As I turned back, my eyes landed on a familiar figure on the dance floor.Sarah.My breath hitched as I saw her, dressed in a stunning blue dress that clung t
Sarah POVI gazed at my reflection in the mirror, wrapped in my robe, with Alessandro's text shining like a ray of hope in my hand."I understand we've had a rough patch. But if you can spare one night, I'd like to attempt to fix things.No expectations. Just you, me, and a little honesty. I’ll be waiting.”My heart ached. The sincerity in those words hit something raw inside me. I missed him, missed us. Missed the warmth of our mornings, the soft laughter that once filled our home. But pain changes things. Doubt makes strangers of the people you love most.Just then, there was a knock.“Come in,” I called, not looking up.I recognised the perfume before the door fully opened. Chanel No. 5. Chloe's signature. Of course.She stepped inside like a queen visiting a kingdom she meant to burn down.Silk robe fastened with precision, wine glass clutched like a villain in a sad drama. She always loved to put on a show."Going out tonight?" she inquired, her eyes sparkling as they darted to th
Alessandro’s POVIt had been ten days since we returned from the farmhouse. Ten days since everything unraveled.I sensed Sarah drifting further away from me, bit by bit, like sand slipping through an hourglass.She hadn’t raised her voice. She hadn’t lashed out. But her silence said more than any screaming match could. The way she avoided eye contact. The way her footsteps always trailed toward the guest room instead of ours. The way she smiled politely, but not warmly, when I handed her coffee in the mornings.I’d made a mistake. A big one.Not because of Mira, not entirely. That chapter of my life had been over years ago. And Mira’s accusations had never made sense to begin with. But I should’ve told Sarah everything the moment we got serious. I should’ve trusted her with my truth before someone like Adrian could twist it.God, Adrian.Even now, the thought of his smug face as he dropped that bomb still made my jaw clench. He’d timed it perfectly right when we were finding peace. W
Adrian’s POVThe city still felt cold, but the chill in my bones had shifted not from warmth, but from purpose. I finally had a plan.I sat at my desk, eyes fixed on Alessandro’s digital trail. His online presence lit up like a roadmap—threads of the past just waiting to be pulled. But I knew better now. Whispers and half-truths wouldn’t be enough. If I wanted to break them, I needed more than suspicion. I needed leverage. Misdirection.And I needed someone on the inside.That’s when it clicked.Chloe.Sarah’s perfect little world had always been cracked at the edges, and Chloe was one of those cracks. They were step-sisters in name, but anyone who spent five minutes with them knew there was no love lost. I remembered the subtle digs Chloe made at family dinners, the way Sarah would force a smile and pretend not to hear. But I heard them. I felt the tension.Chloe didn’t just dislike Sarah, she resented her.That kind of bitterness? It could be moulded. Turned into something useful.I
Sarah’s POV New York City’s noise had always been oddly comforting, the honking cabs, distant sirens, and hurried footsteps on pavement. But today, it felt too loud, too sharp, like it was echoing the storm still raging inside me. It had been a week since we’d returned from the farmhouse. Seven days of strained silences, clipped conversations, and the kind of emotional distance I never thought I’d feel between Alessandro and me. I still hadn’t fully processed everything. I had hardly gotten any sleep. Whenever I shut my eyes, I envisioned the expression on his face as I turned to leave.But how was I meant to simply act as if it never occurred? He had kept something huge from me. Not just about Mira, but about how little he must have trusted me—to think I couldn’t handle the truth, to let someone like Adrian be the one to reveal it. After everything we’d fought for, the secrets still found a way to wedge themselves between us. And it hurt. Today marked my return to the office aft
Alessandro’s POVI stood there, watching the woman I loved crumble in front of me, her eyes scanning that godforsaken document Adrian had handed her like it was a grenade. AAnd maybe it was due to my awareness of the explosion the moment her face shifted from confusion to disbelief to something that scared me more than any anger. Proximity. Although she was merely a few feet distant, it felt as if she stood across a canyon, unreachable. God, I wanted to fix it. But how do you fix something you didn’t even know was still broken?In the past, I thought I’d buried it. That nightmare with Mira... it had happened years ago, in a life that felt a million miles away from who I am now. I had been young, foolish, and too trusting. I never touched her. I never crossed any line. But when things ended, Mira spiralled. I tried to reason with her, but she twisted everything. She wanted revenge. And she got it in the worst way.I never expected it to follow me here, to this life. This future I’d bee
Sarah POVA few steps back, I noticed a captain whose face was completely devoid of colour. Words seemed to want to escape from his lips, but they were nowhere to be found.His still figure, rigid and motionless, also changed his hands into fists, which revealed the stress he was holding.This was simply too much to handle. My thoughts were fragmented, unable to reach a coherent conclusion. “Do tell me this isn’t the case,” I spoke in my flat voice. “Please tell me this is some unexpected blunder that someone made. That this… this woman is lying. Alessandro took a slow step toward me, but stopped when he saw me flinch not in fear, but in raw emotional recoil. That hurt in a way I couldn’t describe.The reflection of his features contorted with agony. "Sarah," a soft admission escaped as his throat felt like it was choked with raw feelings. “That's not the case.”We were close once, back in college. Yes, we dated for a few months, but when things didn’t work out, she didn’t take
Sarah’s POVThe paper trembled a little in my hands as if it knew what it held was too much for me to handle, and I stood motionless. My breath became trapped in my chest, in that agonising space where heartbreak and incredulity collide. I read it again, slower this time, praying I’d misunderstood. But every word sank deeper, each one a blow I hadn’t been ready for.Mira Solanki. Sexual harassment complaint. Alessandro’s name… tied to it.I looked up at him—the man I had let into every part of my life. My heart, my home, Gabriel’s world. The man who’d been my safe place after everything fell apart… was Alessandro. The person I trusted with my son, my recovery, and dreams I was hardly brave enough to share aloud.His gaze was directed towards the ground, pale, and his lips parted open like he was contemplating speech, but the words were not forthcoming. The tension was evident as he held up his arms and kept his fists in place, trying to conceal the strain. I couldn't take it in. Non
Sarah’s POV As I packed the last of Gabriel's small sweaters into his duffel bag, the late afternoon sun spilled gentle light into the room. I smiled as the fresh laundry's lavender scent clung to the fabric. He’d had such a beautiful time here. We all had. For the first time in weeks, things had felt… steady. Like the ground beneath my feet wasn’t constantly shifting. I glanced over my shoulder at Alessandro and Gabriel outside. Before we left the farmhouse, Alessandro had Gabriel sitting on his shoulders as they took a final stroll around the garden. The pure and contagious sound of Gabriel's laughter filled the air. A reminder that love wasn’t always about fireworks and chaos. Sometimes, it was about the way Alessandro always remembered how I took my coffee, or how he brushed Gabriel’s hair back before bed like it was second nature. It was safe. It was deep. Seeing them together made my heart feel full. It reminded me of the life I've always dreamed of—something genuine, cozy,
Adrian’s POVThe sun was slipping from the sky, casting a mellow light across the land; it felt like a reprieve. I stood in the hallway in my guest-sister’s room, peering through a silken curtain at them. Sarah, Alessandro and Gabriel had gone into the garden for a final evening together. To an outsider, it must have seemed like bliss – that scene of a perfect family.I couldn’t bear it.Alessandro was chasing Gabriel around the wildflower patch while he was laughing loudly and freely. He then effortlessly caught him again after swooping him into his arms and throwing him into the air. Gabriel's laughter reached me exactly where I was standing, resonating through the silence of the area. And then I saw it—the way Gabriel looked at Alessandro. Eyes wide with trust, with adoration. As if he were the safest place in the world.As if he were the father.Not me.A pain that was a mix of heartbreak, rage, and jealousy twisted sharply in my chest. I was descended from Gabriel. My son. Nevert