Alan’s POVA year after college graduation…Everything may have passed in the blink of an eye for others, but not for me. I spent four years attending the same university as Amy and Chris. Those times were a long torture for me. They made me their sexual slave, and it completely changed me. Both psychologically and physically, I was no longer Clark Thomson.I had to endure the forced suffering for more than four years.How could anyone influence another person to change their entire identity like this? I used to love eating, but Amy forced me to change my eating habits and turned me into a clean-eating enthusiast. I used to watch cartoons while snacking, but now Amy has driven me to become obsessed with working out at the gym.Maybe it was better for me. Perhaps it was what I needed, even if I had to suffer. It was what transformed me into someone who was valued like I am now.I walked toward the altar. A small box containing a gold ring was safely tucked in my black tuxedo pocket. As
Alan’s POV“Hey, milady. Was everything good for you?”“Everything was fine until you came over to greet me.”Mallory West, the pop diva, did not look at me and responded to my greeting with a dismissive tone. I chuckled softly. Unfortunately, the woman truly seemed uninterested in engaging with me. She continued her workout on the leg press machine.“Is that so? I thought you might need some extra guidance, Miss West. I could give you the tricks you need.” I kept smiling.“Oh, yes, I suppose I need this branch manager to get you to leave.”“What if I offered for the owner of the entire chain to hear all your complaints?”Her legs stopped moving, and she looked at me. I widened my smile and spread my arms out to the sides.“I’m here. I heard from the staff that you were looking for me.”Mallory huffed and shook her head. She got up from the machine and wiped her sweaty body with a small towel. Then she looked at me for a long moment before grabbing her water bottle.“Damn it. Why didn
Fenella’s POVBack to present day…My mouth hung open after hearing all of Alan's story. His life journey from the time he met Amy until now could be described as a curse. I hadn’t realized that there was someone more unfortunate than me dealing with Amy.Imagine your own identity being stolen by someone you despise. Just because of a fleeting moment of desire, Clark Thomson disappeared, replaced by Alan Schmidt. I found too many differences between Clark and Alan. That’s why I never suspected they were the same person!But what’s worse than all this is the reality that Alan had prepared everything! He changed himself and then started a business just to attract my attention. I didn’t want to be full of myself, but this was obsessive!My heart pounded, and I stared at Alan intently. I knew there were no more lies he was hiding. Everything had been explained in detail by him—even too detailed!So now what?I moved awkwardly in my seat, unsure of what to say about all these revelations. M
Fenella’s POVMaybe I couldn't bear the burden anymore. I went to Boston hoping to find a bit of peace from all the mental strain about everything. Ugh, who would have thought Alan would chase me all the way to Boston?I no longer cared about anything. At that moment, I needed complete peace, which is why I went home and left Alan behind. When I got home, I realized I had also left my mother alone in the park with all those things. There was the trolley; my mother must still be strong enough to push it from the park to here, but it made me feel guilty.No, I couldn't see Alan again.Guilt gnawed at me bit by bit. How could he endure for so long to reach this point? How could he do everything with me as his main goal?I went into the house, up to my room on the second floor, and lay down on the bed. The back of my hand covered my eyes, and I remained motionless for a long time, thinking about everything.‘Even though Laird has rejected you and broken your heart, you’ve still liked him
Laird’s POVI walked further into the building, passing wooden doors along the corridor. I stopped right at the second door at the end of the dead-end corridor. However, doubt momentarily held my hand back in the air.Was I really going to do this? Was this the right thing to do?A few times, I carefully weighed my decision. Come on, I had made it this far. It wouldn’t be funny if I had to turn back just because of personal grudges. I should finish this as quickly and professionally as possible.I cleared my throat before finally summoning the courage to knock on the enemy’s door. I stood waiting, repeatedly adjusting my tie and quickly rotating my shoulders. My forehead furrowed as no one opened the door, even though the receptionist had clearly said that Prosecutor Golden was confirmed to be inside his office. I knocked three more times, just to be sure.“Go away, Evans!”A harsh, deep voice came from inside the room. I snorted after hearing the prosecutor's rude dismissal. I looked
Laird’s POVNothing had changed. Year after year, my father would host a Christmas Eve party, inviting a few colleagues and close neighbors. The line of cars along the street in front of our house confirmed that the party had long since started and guests were arriving just as my father had hoped.I tightened my coat and cleared my throat. My steps led me to the house across from ours. Not for the party, but to persuade and reassure my girlfriend that I still loved her.The green and red wreath on the white door hung neatly. In contrast to my house, the Baxter home looked quiet. There was no commotion, no line of cars in front of the house, and no staff walking back and forth serving guests with drinks or coats.I pressed the doorbell once. The chime sounded faintly from inside the house. It didn’t take long before someone opened the door.“Merry Christmas, Mrs. Baxter,” I said with a wide smile.“Oh, L
Laird’s POV“Weren’t you mad at me?”She turned towards me this time. Her eyes were tearful, as if she were about to cry at any moment, but she still had the determination to narrow her eyes at me.I frowned when I heard Fenella’s question. I shook my head.“I wasn’t mad at you.”Hearing my answer, she immediately lowered her knees and sat cross-legged on the sofa. Her posture was rigid. Then she began a string of judgmental remarks.“Yes, you were. You saw that ad at the office, and you got mad. Then you started blowing rampage at Gene’s office and beating up Alan because of it.”“Wow, wow. Slow down, baby. Take a breath.”I raised both of my hands in the air. “Calm down,” I said in a deep voice slowly, hoping she would listen to me calmly.“Alright, I admit it. I saw t
Laird’s POVFenella's face grew even paler. It seemed she understood how dangerous and serious this situation was. We were going to face those devious mobsters and catch them."Can we?"An eyebrow of mine lifted when I heard the doubt in her voice. How different her tone was now compared to when she had spoken earlier with admiration about Alan, who had endured so much to win her over. Now, her enthusiasm had vanished, replaced by a soft, uncertain voice."Why are you so doubtful?""I mean, Peter Morgan, Amy’s husband, is a respected senator in Massachusetts. Amy is a socialite active on the board of social foundations throughout the state. And Alan," her voice suddenly faltered when discussing Alan.Fenella looked at me blankly. She turned away and sighed deeply. Her hand stroked her smooth, blonde hair."Alan is a scheming, ambitious sociopath who won’t stop bothering us anytime soon. You can’t let him ruin your life, can you?""Yes, but are you sure we can win against them? You’ve