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Isabella walked around their building carefully, her eyes glued to the backyard where Alaric held Sunshine close to his chest, laughter bubbling from his chest at the Kelvin’s jokes causing Diamond to hit him playfully in the chest.He pretended to be hurt, and a smile caressed my lips. She was more than relieved that things were back to normal. The police were still searching for the murderer, but she was at peace knowing Alaric didn't do it. Tessa had tried reaching out to them countless times, but Isabella had ignored her. She had made peace with herself and no longer held that baggage.Yes, Tessa remained unforgiving. But her karma had caught up with her. The guilt tearing at her soul was enough. Isabella didn't want to walk through that lane again.“Baby.” Sighting her, he handed their baby to her godparents before heading towards her. “You haven't healed yet. You should be resting.” She bit on her lower lip to endure the searing pain that came with each step.“I need to let

THIRD PERSON’S POVHer head throbbed badly and she let out a grunt before slowly pulling her eyes open. Instead of the darkness she was now used to, she was met with light. Blurry at first and then gradually the empty space fell into space.Her breath seized. Tears roared down her ears. The air that hit her lungs next was fresh, and it felt like it awoke every part of her body. It….“My poor baby…” She heard her Mother’s wail before she stepped into the room. Slowly she tilted her head and pain jotted through her. Hazel froze for a second then broke into a loud laughter before bursting forward to wrap her arms around her and place kisses all over her face. Isabella let out a soft agonising laugh. “Mom…” Her voice quivered as she tried to wrap her weak arms around her. “I feared I lost you. Again.” Hazel sobbed. “Never again, Ruby. Never again.” Her tears wet Isabella’s cheeks. Alexander and Alaric stood behind them. Alaric’s heavy heart deflating. She was alive. He released in

ALARIC’S POVI had thought that flying would be impossible given the warning, but somehow I had managed to get on the plane. My chest almost burst open from how fast my heart pounded. The journey had been like a ticking bomb for me. The eagerness that held me was high. The urge to see my wife again and wrap my arms around her.Soon, the plane landed, and I got out, heading towards where the cars were parked. I had been in a hurry and had not made enough preparation.As I stood in front of the building, the whole place was filled with people, some laughing with their loved ones, and others trying to get their clients downtown. I stepped into the one I had bought online before I boarded the plane. The newly hired driver was in it, a big grin on his lips.“Billionaire suspect flees this night after the death of his father. Police are on the lookout for…” The voice drifted off the radio.I frowned. That sounded oddly familiar. “Whatever your name is, drive,” I ordered, regardless, scrol

THIRD PERSON’S POV A ringtone sliced through his deep sleep making his groan. His hands rambled over the sheet, the tone was near yet he found nothing until he forced himself up. His eyes ached with intensity, and his skin was caressed by the cool breeze. He had slept off mid tears, and worse, his head against the edge of the bed, while the rest of his body was crouched on the floor. He felt something underneath his knee and stretched to put it out. His phone. Alexander. The name flashed in his vision. Clearing his throat to hide all forms of emotions, he placed it against his ear. “I’m sorry I couldn't make it. I had…something came up. How is my wife?” Alaric let out, scared to tell them what exactly it was that happened. Isabella was no longer the girl he had married. She was the daughter of a powerful family now and him, all he had left was his Father’s name. He feared that they might see him as unworthy of her. She could have anyone now. Literally anyone. “It’

ALARIC’S POV This wasn't the development I expected. My fist slammed into the dashboard as my annoyance consumed me. My end game was to drag her with me to my wife and make her plead for a second chance to live.But women like her didn't even deserve a second chance.I wanted nothing more than to slowly torture her in exchange for what she made my woman go through.My phone ringtone sliced through the air causing me to grunt as I pulled it out. An unknown number. My finger hovered over it as I contemplated between answering or ignoring and finally I slid the green button.“Yes.” I breathed out.“Mr Alaric. This is the police.” There was a pause then some sounds underneath. “We found a body, and we need you to come check if it is him.” My heart skipped a beat. A bead of sweat formed over my forehead.“Where?” My voice sounded distant.“Hallyway Bridge.” With that, the call dropped, and in the next minutes, I was steering the wheel with all my strength while my heart continued to bea

ALARIC’S POVMy jaw clenched over and over again as I awaited the door to open. My patience was standing on the edge of an ice, and it was taking all my willpower not to break down the door and have this over with.Finally, it was pulled open to reveal a young lady with dark hair, she looked too young to be the woman I was looking for. Her eyebrow arched a little as her eyes moved over me.“I’m looking for a Tessa Ray,” I announced, her brows furrowed in the middle.“That’s my mom. Is everything okay? Is she expecting you?” I bit on the inside of my mouth, telling myself to control myself from blurting out the type of monster her so-called mother was. “Yes.” I lied, and she stared at me for seconds before shutting the door.Anger rose in me, and I formed my palms into fists. By the time the door opened a few moments later, it was her. I could tell from how similar she looked to the younger one.She had a bright smile on. Her face filled with evidence of aging. Her once black hair w

SOPHIA’S POVLimping through the hallway on a broken foot isn’t on my list for the year, but here I am, all because a certain someone wouldn’t stop being an asshole. I groan inwardly with each step I take, and being in these heels makes it worse, but I have work to get done, especially on an important day like this.Today was one of the big-shot interviews regarding the upcoming match with Devil Ice Boys.Back when Victor had called me to ask if I would be able to make it or if I wanted a break, I knew he wanted to replace me, and I am not about to lose this chance. So I lie between my teeth and tell him how perfectly fine I am after the alleged fall I had in the bathroom. I don’t know why I didn’t tell them what exactly happened. Probably because they will take it as Rhett wanting me out. Worse, Rhett wasn’t in the hospital when I woke up. The doctor said he paid and left immediately.That was two days ago, and still yet, there has been no form of apology from him. When our eyes me

RHETT’S POVWhen I decided to change teams in a bid to disappoint my father and the pride he was starting to have from my success story in my previous team, I didn't think I would meet her again.My Little Birdie. Her grey eyes are still as intriguing as always.I call her that because just like a bird, her presence seems to snap me out of my agony, and maybe I was jealous of how lucky she is to live life the way she desires. Ginger hair?Father hates me already for refusing to dye my hair black. I hate that he won’t stop trying to control me. That is why owning her feels good. Knowing I have something I can control, and break too. “You promised to give the contract to me, Father!” My jaw is clenched as my blazing eyes remain on the man who sits in his big chair.We are standing in his home office. Greyson stands outside the closed door but I can swear that he is happy this project is going to him. He must have said or done something when he spoke with Father earlier.“You are not r

SOPHIA’S POV Whatever is going on is nothing close to a casual dinner. We are sitting around a table so large that I wonder how any sane human would want to eat off it. Don’t get me wrong. It’s beauty radiates from the dark glossy wood it is made from. But the distance between us is crazy. I’m two seats away from Rhett because Aubrey decided to sit beside him which I am so glad for. I have had enough of him for a day. Mr Whitmore sit at the head of the table, his wife three seats away from him to the right. And the table…holds roasted duck, crystal bowls filled with side dishes, slices of oranges and springs of rosemary. There is beef and wild rice mixed with nuts and dried cranberries. “You are home.” I hear Rhett’s mom say, and I lift my head to see a dark haired, six feet tall man stroll in. He is slim, and dressed in a striped shirt with Brown pant. She gets up to give him a hug then leads him to sit beside her. This is the first time she is smiling since I got here. Sm

SOPHIA’S POVI am supposed to take the threat of my bully serious, right? Well, I do, but I refuse to let him get the last laugh. His hands cross over his chest as he towers behind me, my neck crawling with an uncomfortable itch. The three boys are standing before me, still in their jerseys.“Finally, a pretty assistant,” Ethan says, and Nolan pushes him in the stomach playfully.“I’m sure she is dating, so stay off and don’t make her run off like the last.” Owen chirps in. Nolan and Ethan rustle like kids, laughing loudly, and I can’t help but smile a little, wishing I had siblings. Maybe I wouldn’t return to a cold place that is slowly losing its homey touch.“Don’t mind those two. They are like this half of the time. You will get used to it.” Owen adds, stepping forward to take my hand in a shake. “It’s nice to meet you. This isn’t all of us. Logan and Shane should be somewhere.” His eyes roam around before they land back on me, and he smiles. His hand still firm on mine. “I di

SOPHIA’S POVI pace round the conference room as I await Victor, the manager of The Titan Ice team. I find myself rolling the slightly loose ring I have on my fourth left finger as my nerves threaten to wreck. My heart is racingThe clock continues to tick. The room is nothing fancy, just four white walls, a long wooden table that looks like it has more tales to tell from the scribbles, and the rolls of chairs. “Let’s hope the boys like you enough to work with them.” Victor’s email rings in my head.It is not a choice. They have to like me. I need to make them because one of them hit my Dave, and put him in a coma. They ruined everything just a few days to our wedding, and then the police discard the case as a drunk and drive situation. One thing I know is that Dave will never.So until I find out who that is and give him justice, I have no right to be happy. Happy?I can't even remember the last time I smiled. The echo of the crowd soars through the air. The last few months have