Sarah POVThe familiar deep, velvety voice filled the silence of my office, sending an unexpected shiver down my spine.“Hello, Sarah.”I clenched the phone tighter in my hand, heart skipping for reasons I wasn’t ready to acknowledge. His tone was confident, tinged with warmth and a hint of mischief. Alessandro Dante never sounded unsure.“I assume you received the bouquet?”“Yes.” I kept my voice steady, masking the confusion that lingered. “It was… unexpected.”A pause followed, thick with unspoken thoughts. I could almost picture the faint smile tugging at his lips.“Sometimes the best things are,” he said smoothly.I leaned back in my chair, my fingers absently curling around the phone cord. “Is this your way of convincing me to have dinner with you?”“Convincing you?” His voice turned playful. “I was hoping you'd already decided.”Despite myself, a small laugh escaped my lips. “Bold assumption.”“Well,” he quipped, “I like to think boldness gets results.”I couldn’t suppress the
Sarah POVI stood rooted behind my desk, my arms crossed tightly over my chest as Adrian Parker stepped into my office. His usual air of arrogance clung to him like a second skin, but there was something different about his eyes today less guarded, almost pleading.“What brings you here, Parker?” I asked, keeping my tone steady despite the surge of unease his presence always triggered. “Another accusation or another threat?”His jaw tensed, and for a moment, he didn’t respond. I watched him carefully, noting the flicker of something indecipherable in his gaze. He seemed to be grappling with thoughts he wasn’t ready to share, but his eyes never left mine.Then, without warning, he closed the distance between us in two swift strides. His hands cupped my face, his touch startlingly gentle.“Sarah, I am so sorry,” he said, his voice raw with emotion. “I shouldn’t have trusted Jessica.”I blinked, stunned. Had I heard that right? Is Adrian Parker apologizing?I pinched my arm discreetly, ha
Sarah POVAdrian’s presence loomed in the room, his broad frame tense, yet his eyes brimming with a desperate softness that belied his usual arrogance. He took a step closer, his voice low and pleading.“Sarah, you said you forgave me, right?” His fingers curled around my hand, firm but trembling. “Then, baby, why can’t you come back to the mansion and be with me?”I stood rooted in place, my breath catching in my throat. His words, that familiar endearment I had once longed to hear, now felt hollow.“I said I forgive you, Adrian,” I said, meeting his gaze head-on, “but I can’t forget what you did. I can’t forget how you treated me. I can’t go back to living with you and pretend like nothing ever happened.”His face contorted, sorrow etching deep lines across his otherwise perfect features.“Sarah, I know I hurt you—badly. You have every right to be mad at me,” he admitted, his voice thick with guilt. “But I want to fix things between us. I want to fix this marriage. I want to get to
Sarah POV“Sarah, please don’t say this,” Adrian pleaded, his voice hoarse with emotion. His eyes, usually cold and calculating, now held a flicker of vulnerability.I didn’t respond. There was nothing left to say.Gathering my phone and a few scattered papers, I turned toward the door, eager to escape the suffocating tension that filled the room. Each step felt heavy, burdened by the weight of the past Adrian and I shared a past I was determined to leave behind.Just as my hand reached for the door handle, something thudded against my shoes.I froze, glancing down to find Alessandro’s rose bouquet lying at my feet, its vibrant petals bruised from the impact.Anger simmered beneath my skin as I lifted my gaze to Adrian, who stood there, holding Alessandro's note between his fingers like it was a piece of evidence of a crime. His jaw was clenched, the veins in his neck taut with barely contained fury.“Who is AD?” he demanded, his voice rising sharply. “Why is he sending you these flow
Alessandro's POV"Alright then, see you tonight," Sarah said softly before ending the call.I stood frozen for a moment, staring at the dark screen of my phone as a grin crept across my face. She said yes. Finally, she said yes.It felt like a weight I hadn’t realized I was carrying had just been lifted off my chest. I'd spent the entire day replaying our awkward conversation from this morning, convincing myself that I had blown any chance of seeing her again. But now, hope bloomed in my chest like the first wildflower after a harsh winter.I couldn't stop smiling not the polished, charming smile I reserved for business meetings, but a genuine, stupid grin that made me feel like a giddy teenager. If my team saw me right now, they'd probably wonder what had gotten into me.Sliding my phone into my pocket, I leaned back in my chair, letting my thoughts wander to her. Sarah.She wasn't just beautiful though, God knows, she was stunning in a way that made heads turn wherever she went. It
Alessandro's POVAfter half an hour of driving through the evening traffic, I finally pulled up outside Amario Enterprises. The tall glass building gleamed under the city lights, standing proud against the darkening sky. I reached for my phone and typed a quick message.Me: "I'm here."Sliding the phone back into my pocket, I leaned against the car, watching the building's entrance. The cool breeze tugged at my hair, but I barely noticed it. My heart thudded in anticipation, and I couldn’t help but hope this night would go better than the last.Ten minutes later, the glass doors slid open, and there she was.Sarah.Even after a long day at work, she looked effortlessly stunning. Her sharp office attire clung to her figure, and her ponytail swayed as she walked with that confident, graceful stride of hers. Her eyes scanned the parking lot until they landed on me.I froze, captivated by the sight of her. There was something about Sarah a quiet magnetism that made everything else blur in
The faint glow of streetlights flickered across the empty road as the hum of the city echoed in the distance, softened by the gentle lapping of the water nearby. For some reason, this quiet little spot felt perfect a space away from distractions, just for us.Sarah had always struck me as someone who appreciated simplicity. I still remembered her stories from our university days, how she’d practically lived in cosy little cafés around Boston. She used to say they were her escape — places filled with warmth, laughter, and the aroma of fresh coffee.Watching her now, sitting in the passenger seat, I couldn’t help but admire how effortlessly beautiful she looked. Her hair had come loose from her ponytail, framing her face in soft waves. She was busy rummaging through the paper bag, her brows furrowing slightly in concentration.God, she was adorable.She pulled out the burgers and handed one to me without looking up. "Here," she said casually."Thanks," I murmured, brushing her fingers s
Sarah's POVThe night had gone far better than I had expected.Alessandro surprised me — in a good way. Sitting in his car, sharing simple burgers and fries while discussing architectural trends and business strategies, I found myself genuinely enjoying his company.He was thoughtful, insightful, and respectful, far from the slick charmer I’d initially assumed. I'd even brought pepper spray in my bag, just in case. But tonight proved that Alessandro wasn’t someone I needed to guard myself against.Time flew by unnoticed until it was nearly 11 p.m. when he pulled up in front of my house. The neighbourhood was quiet, the streetlights casting soft pools of light on the pavement.I stepped out of the car, and to my surprise, Alessandro did the same."Thanks for dinner, Alessandro. I really had a good time," I said sincerely."Thanks to you for joining me. I hope we can have more dinners like this in the future," he said, rubbing the back of his neck with a shy smile that made him look une
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