Masuk~ ChiaraThe house was quieter once Alexander dragged me from the living room.But my heartbeat wouldn’t calm.Olivia’s words kept echoing: “Some doors shouldn’t be opened… unless you’re ready for the truth.”I glanced at Alexander.His jaw was tight, eyes stormy. Every muscle in his body screamed “stay away from that room.”But curiosity gnawed at me.“Alex,” I whispered, tugging his sleeve. “Which room was she talking about?”He stopped, his hand tightening around mine like steel.“Chiara… forget it,” he hissed.I shook my head. “No. I have to know. She didn’t even say east wing for nothing.”His stare cut through me.“Chiara, you don’t understand. Some truths… you don’t want to touch them. Not yet. Not ever.”I swallowed. “I do want to understand. I can’t just… not know.”He turned abruptly, leading me toward the library.His body was a wall between me and the east wing.Every step screamed tension, every line of his shoulders radiated danger.“Alex… why are you so tense? You’ve be
~ ChiaraThirty minutes later, I was in a simple but elegant blouse and wide-leg pants that screamed “I’m trying to impress someone I didn’t plan to impress.” The mansion’s living room looked different—sunlit, airy, almost soft—because sitting on the pristine couch was a woman who radiated pure, disarming warmth. She wore white. A white dress, white shawl, pearls, hair in a low chignon streaked with silver. She looked like the kind of woman who smelled like lavender and baked cookies on weekends. She stood the second she saw me. “Oh sweetheart,” she breathed, hands opening wide in welcome, “you must be Chiara.” I blinked. Hard. Sweetheart? She crossed the room with surprising swiftness and took both my hands before I could decide whether to step forward or step back. “Oh my goodness, you’re even more beautiful than the tabloids made you out to be,” she said, squeezing gently. “No wonder Alexander has such trouble letting you out of his sight.” Behind me, Alexander’s inhale
Jessica Just to make sure Fiona was out of it for the rest of the morning until I left for work, I drugged her beer. I wasn’t letting her ruin this shift for me—not after working so hard throughout the night to create this pitch. Chiara had given me a chance, and by Jove, I wasn’t letting this opportunity slip. I surveyed myself in my new pinstripe pantsuit. I’d gotten it for an outrageous price, but it was worth it because I looked official. It hugged my curves perfectly. Chiara had transferred some money to me, and I completed the rest with the tips I’d gotten from my customers during my night shift. After one last check on my mother, I clutched my shoulder bag and headed out. Running around to the back of my apartment where I’d chained my scooter to a pole, I unchained it and tried wheeling it out—only to find out I had a flat tire. I muttered a string of curses. “Of all days!” I whined. Without an alternative, I had to walk all the way to the train station in my h
~JAXON. I was yet to breathe a word of apology to her about the evening before Alexander stormed in,eager to know what had scared her. It's quite amusing to see him erratic about a woman other than Amelia. And Chiara had surprised me.She wasn't the kind of person I expected her to be, having hid in the room all through their banter . I followed Alexander out of the pink suite and into his suite.Throwing myself into a sofa,I lit a cigarette and offered Alexander another. He grudgingly took it.We puffed for a few minutes in silence, staring into space. " Next time you should punch me harder.Youbpunch like a lactating female." Alex barked a laugh.He sobered and snorted. "If that's your idea of an apology,Try harder." I made a restless movement with my fingers.Aplogies never seated well with me but if it meant my relationship with Alex on the line,Darn it all to hell. Alexander was all I had in the way of a personal relationship. "I just didn't want to watch you mov
~Chiara.“I can’t believe you had the audacity,” I muttered, finally letting myself explode.We were in his mansion now.sorry scratch that-fortress.Everywhere smelt of money and everything exuded wealth and so was the security.JESUS,every room as far as I could see from the hallway had some kind of biometric sensor.Alexander’s lips quirked, but there was no humor in his eyes. “There's no use to you challenging me. Least of all after I've moved most of your stuff after all we wouldn't be in this if it wasn't for your traipsing around with Jaxon.”I swallowed hard , clenching my fists to control my anger“Amd who's the blame for that, huh? When you just conveniently forgot to mention your twin brother when you introduced your whole family to me in absentia” My voice faltered. “I don't want to be in the middle of your family drama and I want my own life ,my own family.”“You’re in it whether you like it or not,” he said, his hand tightening slightly on the . “We need to present a more u
~Chiara The sound of the fist connecting with Jaxon’s jaw made me flinch as if someone had slammed my own face. Time slowed for a fraction of a second. My stomach twisted, my hands fell to my sides. “Jaxon!” I shouted, stepping towards him instinctively to help h up—but Alexander was already there about to throw another punch. "Alex!!! Wait... What do you think you're doing!?" I yelled and stood in front of him. Blocking his access to Jaxon. I didn't understand what was going on. I looked at Alexander. He was seething. His eyes had gone almost dark with fury. "Step out of the way ,Chiara." He grated out of his teeth. I felt Jaxon stand up behind him and just like that I was trapped between two alpha billionaire males. “Alex—what are you—” Jaxon tried to speak but broke off as soon as Alexander needled him with his gaze. Alexander’s gaze swung to me, sharp and assessing, and my heart lurched. I’d never seen him this close up, this furious. And I got the impress







