เข้าสู่ระบบVictor’s POV“Boss… the goods you wanted to use to surprise your bride… they’ve been stolen.”For a second, I think I heard wrong.“…What?” My voice drops, low and dangerous. “How?”Pedro shifts uneasily, avoiding my eyes. “I don’t know, boss. No one knows about those goods apart from you, me, and the boys who helped with the offloading.”My jaw tightens. Slowly, I rise from my seat, the leather creaking beneath me. “Then tell me, Pedro… who do you think stole my goods?”“I… I can’t say, boss. But it looks like the work of one of our rivals.”A cold laugh escapes me, but there’s no humor in it.“How dare they trespass into my territory… and steal from me?” I mutter, more to myself than anyone else. My hands clench into fists at my sides.Pedro hesitates, then speaks again. “Boss… I think there could be a spy in our midst. The spy is likely the one who tipped them off. You know those goods were a secret. Whoever it is must have thought it was something important… and alerted o
Alice’s POV“Anthonio Smith? Your uncle?” my dad’s voice booms from behind me.I gasp, my heart jolting violently in my chest. My fingers tremble as I hurriedly end the call, almost dropping my phone in the process. I turn slowly, forcing a weak smile.“Dad… it’s not what you think.”His brows draw together as he studies me, his gaze sharp and probing. “Alice, what about your uncle?”I swallow hard, trying to steady myself. “I just… I want to find him. I miss him, especially now that I’m getting married.”For a moment, his expression softens, and a small smile forms on his lips.“Oh, good. You’ve finally come to terms with marrying Victor,” he says, sounding relieved. “He is a good man. He will take care of you, my little pod.”He walks closer, placing a reassuring hand on my shoulder, but something about it feels… calculated.“Well, about your uncle,” he continues, his tone turning dismissive, “it’s best you leave that matter to me...or to Victor, your husband-to-be. You sh
Victor’s POV“She is coming to your house,” the voice said.“Who are you...”The call cuts off before I can finish.I stare at my phone, irritation flaring. The audacity. I call back immediately, but it goes straight to voicemail.Damn it.Why is Alice coming here? This is the first time she’s ever stepping into my house.I straighten, already shifting into control mode.“Get the place ready,” I instruct my men. “She’s coming. Let her in when she arrives.”“Yes, boss.”I end the call and turn to the staff.“Everything must be spotless. Lock all restricted rooms. No mistakes.”I don’t want her wandering into parts of my world she’s not ready to see… or worse, parts that would make her run from me completely.My phone rings again.“Boss, she’s here.”My pulse spikes.“Let her in.”“Yes, boss.”The line goes dead.My little Allie is here.My heart begins to race...fast, uneven, unfamiliar. I press a hand briefly against my chest, scoffing under my breath.Get a hold
Alice POVI could not believe it.Victor… Victor was the one who sent that threatening message.No. That had to be wrong. It didn’t make sense. Just moments ago, I had been convincing myself that maybe....just maybe....I could learn to trust him. That beneath all that power and arrogance, there was something real.But this?Why would he do something like this?How does he even know about my uncle? The man has been missing for years...years and somehow Victor not only knows, but knows enough to threaten me with his life?My chest tightens as my thoughts spiral.What does Victor really want from me?My fingers curl into fists as anger begins to replace the shock.I promised Evans I would stay at my father’s house.But I can’t wait anymore.I need answers.I need to confront Victor....now.I reach for my phone and that’s when I notice a new message notification.My jaw tightens.It better not be another threatening message.I’ve had enough for one day.With a deep breat
Victor’s POVAt the bar, Amelia is practically draped over me....her fingers tracing lazy circles on my chest,....but I barely register her presence. All I can think about is Alice. The meeting we had plays over and over in my head like a stubborn echo. She has always been fierce. Stubborn. Unyielding. But how dare she keep insisting she won’t marry me?My jaw tightens as I take a slow sip of my drink, the burn of the alcohol doing nothing to calm the irritation rising in me. I mean… I am a fine catch. Any woman would consider herself lucky...no, privileged....to be my wife. But not Alice. My little Allie. A faint smirk tugs at my lips despite myself. She should be grateful that I want her. And yet… The thought shifts, softens against my will. I’m the lucky one. Because my little Allie is the most beautiful woman I have ever known. Infuriatingly beautiful. Even when she’s arguing, eyes blazing, voice sharp… My fingers tighten slightly around the glass. She can
Alice POVMy meeting with Victor did not go the way I wanted.Not even close.He kept throwing his weight around...his presence, his authority...like I had no choice but to bend. I stood my ground… barely. Every word I said felt like a battle I was struggling to win. And yet, despite everything… he still affects me. In ways I should have forgotten by now. Especially when he said it.... "I adore you. I always have." The words echo in my head, refusing to fade. I was moved… then surprised… then utterly confused. What does that even mean? I don’t want to be adored. I want to be loved. Or… do I? No. That’s not even the point. What I truly want is for this marriage to be cancelled. This isn’t about love… or adoration… Or is it? Ugh! I drag my fingers through my hair in frustration. Victor isn’t after me. He’s after my inheritance. That has to be it. My phone rings. I blink, pulled out of my thoughts. “Hello, Alice speaking.” Silence.







