ログインAlice’s POVI drop my phone, my heart suddenly racing, and hurriedly throw on my clothes. My hands are slightly shaky as I grab my keys and rush out. Within seconds, I’m in my car, the engine roaring to life as I speed off to the location.When I arrive, I spot him immediately. He leans casually against his car, scanning the area. The moment he sees me, he straightens and gestures for me to come over.I park quickly and step out, shutting the door with a soft thud before walking toward him.“Get in,” he says, already opening the passenger door.I hesitate for a split second, then nod and slide into his car. He joins me, and without another word, we drive off.Hours pass.The silence between us grows heavier with every mile, my mind racing with unanswered questions. Just when I’m about to ask where we’re going, the car slows and finally stops.I look out the window, confusion creasing my face.“Where is this?”“It’s a casino,” Evans replies calmly. “One of the biggest in this
Alice POV “Hello, miss… are you still there?” I slowly bring the phone back to my ear, my fingers tightening around it. “That’s a lie,” I say, my voice shaky but firm. “Victor Arc is a billionaire. His family owns a lot of properties in the city. They’re known for their wealth.” “Miss, I’m telling you the truth,” the voice insists. “I can even send you photos...proof of their operations: killings, money laundering, kidnappings.” My heart skips. “Victor Arc? No… there must be a mistake somewhere.” “No mistake, miss. You must have been to his house before. Didn’t you notice the men? Black suits, tattoos, guns strapped to their sides?” I pause, my mind flashing back. “Yes… but I thought they were security officials.” “No, miss,” he says coldly. “They are his men. They do his bidding. Killing, stealing, kidnapping....they handle everything.” My breath catches. “Killing… stealing… kidnapping?” “Yes, miss. He is not someone to take lightly. Be careful.” The call
Alice POV “Hello, miss… are you still there?” I slowly bring the phone back to my ear, my fingers tightening around it. “That’s a lie,” I say, my voice shaky but firm. “Victor Arc is a billionaire. His family owns a lot of properties in the city. They’re known for their wealth.” “Miss, I’m telling you the truth,” the voice insists. “I can even send you photos...proof of their operations: killings, money laundering, kidnappings.” My heart skips. “Victor Arc? No… there must be a mistake somewhere.” “No mistake, miss. You must have been to his house before. Didn’t you notice the men? Black suits, tattoos, guns strapped to their sides?” I pause, my mind flashing back. “Yes… but I thought they were security officials.” “No, miss,” he says coldly. “They are his men. They do his bidding. Killing, stealing, kidnapping....they handle everything.” My breath catches. “Killing… stealing… kidnapping?” “Yes, miss. He is not someone to take lightly. Be careful.” The call
Victor’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
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. Un
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
Victor’s POVAlice’s call caught me off guard.A slow smile spreads across my face as I lower the phone from my ear. I didn’t expect her to reach out first. Not my stubborn little Allie.She used to trail after me like a shadow, always soft, always hopeful.Now she speaks with authority… shar







