(NATALIE POV)I moved around my office in endless circles as the closing time was only a few minutes away.My mind was still disturbed by what Mark had revealed to me earlier. It wasn’t as bad as I had expected it to be. Yet, somehow, it had left me uncomfortable nonetheless.From what he said, Alexander had informed him, as well as his domestic workers, that they were to start addressing me as his wife in public. “His wife.”As if that wasn’t enough, Mark’s role in all of this had been reinforced: it would be his exclusive job now to put me through the ropes of what that entailed; begining from my new mannerisms, the attitude, the decorum. Every single detail to absorb once in public.Then to crown it all up, Mark had delivered the final blow; our next public appearance had been moved even closer.“Literally, Tomorrow night. 6 PM on the dot”When the anxiety was growing too much, I stopped mid-motion, my fingers now trembling around the stack of papers I had been arranging.
(NATALIE POV) We arrived at the hospital my father had been admitted first thing the following Saturday morning, I stepped out of the car measuredly, my heart a tight fist in my chest. Behind me, was Sophie trailing behind, her presence a quiet pillar of support. Alexander had ensured that I arrived as early as possible , his instructions had been delivered through Mark as usual, the same person who had brought us here. The moment we started making our entrance through the first hallway that led directly into the building, the air smelled of antiseptic and faint traces of coffee from the nurses' station. My mother was already waiting by the payment counter, her forehead filled up with worried lines. The transaction was swift. The half a million dollars Alexander had transferred had been more than enough. Out of the $600,000 he sent, only $300,000 had been required to cover my father’s entire medical bill. The remaining half now sat untouched in my account, a silent re
(Natalie’s POV) It was forty minutes to 6pm, I was back in my house staring at my reflection. A reflection of a woman I barely recognized. The makeup on my face was subtle but polished. The eyeshadow was soft brown, there was a touch of eyeliner, and as for the lips, it was muted red. Behind me, was Sophie on my bed, watching me with a thoughtful expression. I had insisted that she come home with me after the hospital visit in the morning, pleading that her presence would make my preparation so much easier. And Sophie, ever the loyal friend, hadn’t hesitated. Now, she observed me with both admiration and concern, tapping her fingers absently against her knee. "You look like a goddess. Uhm…a goddess about to make history." I let out a quiet scoff, shaking my head. "Or ruin it." "Come on, Nat," she chided, uncrossing her legs and sitting forward. "You’re stunning. And besides, no one at that party has to know how much you would rather be anywhere else but
(ALEXANDER POV) The moment Lila threw out those words, I didn’t need to look at Natalie to know she had frozen beside me. The sharp intake of breath I heard from the corner of my ear was enough. But I couldn’t let her respond couldn’t allow this situation to spiral any further. Before Natalie could even open her lips, I stepped forward, smoothly placing myself between them, a controlled smile settling onto my face. The same kind of smile I used during business negotiations when the other party was being particularly insufferable. "Lila," I half whispered with a tone that was effortlessly composed. "Didn't expect to see you here." Her blue eyes narrowed, the corners of her lips curled upwards in a smile that held nothing but malice. "I can see that" She sneered. I ignored her bait, reaching for Natalie’s hand with smooth ease. Then with a mechanical nod I murmured. "Excuse us," The voice was just loud enough for Lila to hear but not the others. "We have things to
(Alexander’s POV)Natalie’s eyes were locked on me inside the car, her brows drawn together, her lips hanging open.I couldn’t blame her reaction.I mean, even I would have done the same if I were in her position. But right now, I had bigger problems.My fingers clenched against the steering wheel, observing the SUV once more. "Alexander?" Natalie’s voice came again.I barely turned my head before murmuring back a limp,"Not now," I took yet another glance at the front before turning back to her."Duck down and stay low. Don’t let them see you."She blinked at me without moving, too stunned to even process the command, too dumbfounded to react.A muscle in my jaw ticked. "Natalie," I stressed.But she still did not move a muscle.With a heavy sigh, I pushed open the door and stepped out, slamming it shut behind me and locking up the doors with my remote.“Fuck” I whispered as I hurried off. I strode forward outside the car, my steps swift but measured. My shoulders tensed as
(NATALIE POV)My bag hung loosely from my shoulder as I stepped inside the room Alexander later showed to.It was exquisite and undeniably luxurious but my mind barely took in any of these details. The anger and bewilderment that I still had on my face made it hard to appreciate anything other than what I had just witnessed this evening.Alexander had walked away just moments ago, leaving behind the scent of his perfume.His voice still played in my head calm, composed, as if he was literally a different person from the one I saw before we entered this room."Would you like to take anything? The maids must have retired, but I can call them to make you dinner."He had talked like I intended to come. Like this was some sort of casual visit.Without hesitation I had shrugged to refuse. "I have no appetite."That was it. He had made a small sound, something between acknowledgment and dismissal, before walking off, leaving me here.I sighed and reached for the strap of my bag, pullin
(Natalie’s POV)The next time I opened my eyes again, it was morning, the first sight that greeted me was the white, unfamiliar ceiling of the extra large room.A quiet reminder that I wasn’t in my apartment. I blinked about once or twice before it clicked.I was still in Alexander’s house.Alongside this realization, also came the memories of last night.The echo of Alexander's voice, raw and desperate in tone.And the echo of the “Eleanor” he kept mentioning.I remember debating back and forth with myself about getting up to check what was wrong.But as I made my first attempt to reach the door, I hesitated.My feet stopped themselves.What exactly was I doing? Was I really about to involve myself in something I didn’t understand?What if he was drunk again, was it really my business to pry?I had stood there for a long moment, one hand resting against the doorframe.Then, after an appropriate interval, I had forced myself to step back and return to the bed. Whatever it was, it c
(Natalie’s POV)The blare of the car kept reverberating from the gate side.And from where I stood I saw how the continuous sound made Alexander's whole body stiffen to his chair. His fork had since dropped to his plate.Across the room, I barely suppressed my own jolt,And for a moment, neither of us could move.After a few seconds had passed, Alexander finally exhaled, rubbing a hand over his face as though breaking away from a trance.He clapped with a sudden urgency, making the maid beside him half jump at the sound, her head jerking toward him.“Go now,” Alexander ordered huskily, stretching his hands towards the door.“Find out who it is before the guards lets them in. If it's family, stall them. Find a way to make him take his time. If it’s not…” He ground his teeth.“ Then let them through.”The maid hesitated for only a second before nodding and scurrying off, her apron swaying with each hurried step.Alexander let out another deep breath, shaking his head as his attention
(NATALIE'S POV)My mind went blank for a second or maybe more, I couldn’t feel anything. Not even the sharp, sterile chill of the air conditioning that had been bothering me since I entered.Everything froze.Just moments ago, Alexander had blurted those words, “You’ll be moving in with me.”They bounced around in my skull like broken glass, slicing into everything I thought I had resolved back home barely an hour ago.I had made up my mind.I was going to end this contract.End it tonight.Now here was I sitting, blinking at him, as he just… casually flipped the script on me like none of it mattered. Like my feelings were nothing but some irrelevant footnote in his bigger picture.“Live with him?”I swallowed hard.Like he and I under the same roof? Waking up to his face every morning?Having to deal with the sharp glances of his sister who clearly wanted me out the second I walked in?Having to smile and pretend to his parents whom I was sure must have seen the news already and
I looked up slowly.My eyes meeting my mother's own squarely and for a moment, everything else, including from my now fallen phone faded into the background.Mom was still standing just a few feet away, arms folded tight,Her brows were furrowed, not in anger, but in that subtle way that mothers do when they’re trying to read your soul. She was trying to reach the part of me I wasn’t saying out loud, She was searching for something in my expression.And I knew exactly what she thought she was seeing.Something around the threshold of guilt.And from her side of the picture, it probably made sense. I was looking like a mess, and to her, that was probably enough clue to fix her puzzle.I felt my chest tighten, as a new wave of frustration found its way to my throat.“No,” I said quickly, shaking my head like I could toss the very thought out of the room “It’s not” I repeated..I saw her lean forward slightly, instinctively, like she didn’t want to miss a word.And that almost made
(Natalie's POV)My feet could not stand on one spot.Back and forth, I paced the length of my room, i was trying to be reasonable. But my face…God, my face was telling on me.There was a quiet fury rising inside in me.My reflection in the mirror caught my eye, and for a moment I just stared at her. “At me” Eyes wide with disbelief, I looked like a kettle seconds before a whistle. My fingers lifted on their own accord and palmed my forehead..All night I hadn’t slept. Not a single wink. I had laid on my bed, tossing from one side to the next and all the while, my heart had been in knots.I had been so worried, so worried about him, about Alexander.About how he was taking all the garbage being spewed online, the media twisting everything into a circus act. The lies had been wild, ruthless. But they weren’t just about me. No, he was actually at the forefront of everything. And because of this, I had not been able to rest knowing what he might’ve been feeling, also knowing
The silence between us stretched even more.It wasn’t the kind of interval that lingered lightly, this one was beginning to grow heavy and awkward, coiling itself around my ears in a way I did not like. I could hear Natalie breathing faintly, the intake of air that spoke volumes, it was making my doubt grow by twice.Then finally, Natalie’s voice returned, almost as if she hadn’t realized the call was still connected. Then it picked up, carrying something…a strange. tone that bore a hint of surprise. Not the innocent kind, but something thinner, calculated… or maybe not. Maybe I was just reading too much into it. But how could I be sure?“I….I don’t even know who that is,” she said. “I’m just…hearing the name now, same as you.”I swallowed, hard. My Adam’s apple bobbed oncel as I forced out my next words, “Swear,”. I began with a voice that scraped low. “Swear on everything you hold dear that you’re just hearing the name… right now.”There was another inhale from Natalie but
(ALEXANDER POV)I kept my eyes fixed on Jordan as I started to rise slowly.“What the hell could be so urgent?” I muttered under my breath, narrowing my eyes as I observed him further, his shoulders were twitching with the kind of tension that didn’t sit well with me.Jordan didn’t speak. He didn’t even have to. His face was saying all that needed to be said.Those tight jaws of his and his nervous eyes was enough to tell me that this wasn’t some sort of scare tactics.He wouldn't even dare try that with me ordinarily.I blinked and started to move past him with a purposeful gait now, as far as I knew, Victor and that dirty stooge of his had nothing….not a shred of truth, not even a damn photo worth being scared of. Their antics had always been smoke and mirrors, bluffing through power plays they could never follow through on.But if that were really the case, then what were the reporters here for? What where they doing at my gate and at this time of the day?What the hell was ac
The morning light filtered in gently through the curtains, I stirred beneath my sheets, blinking as my eyes opened into the calmness of the new day. My hand, still half-asleep, fumbled along the side of the bed as it brushed against my phone, which was still lying face down gainst the mattress. Right where I had dropped it last night before sleeping off.I lay still for a second, breathing in the fresh air.The ceiling above my head was still faintly blurred by the remnant of sleep in my eye, but I wasn’t groggy. Not really. All I felt was this rare stillness, the kind that made me realize I hadn’t tossed or turned during my unconscious state.It was even unbelievable that my sleep had not come with the usual nightmares and that alone was almost unsettling.I stretched out my limbs slowly, the joints of my shoulders and spine cracking with a satisfying pop, letting out a yawn that nearly unhinged my jaw. My chest was steadily rising and falling as I let the quietness settle in
(NATALIE POV)I didn’t stop moving until I was as close to the end of the hallway as possible, my pulse a repeatitive thud against my ribs. The hallway was dim, shadows from the sconces spread across the wooden floors.I moved quickly past the framed portraits, wound tightly around my phone, the vibration still humming against my palm.Finally I slipped into my room, shut the door and leaned against the door for a second, holding the phone to my ear as my eyes dimmed.“Alex.” I whispered.His voice came at once with neither pleasantry nor preamble.“Like I said earlier I know who it was.”I straightened up feeling my breath becoming shallow, the anticipation was making my heart beat faster.Alexander was still speaking,“I had one of my private investigators follow the trail of the man on the screen. That’s how we found out it was Victor Lawson.”I blinked.Victor Lawson? For real the same Victor Lawson?I knew the man.Even before the contract, in my first few months as Alexand
(NATALIE POV)The car had barely stopped before Sophie leaned over with her fingers lightly drumming on the wheel."See you tomorrow Babe"I nodded, reaching for the door handle. "First thing.""And don’t overthink it tonight, Ellie." Her voice was softer now, heavy with a knowing kind of concern.I forced a small smile, pushing the door open. "I won’t."Sophie didn’t look convinced, but she let it go with a small shake of her head. "Alright. Just go inside before your mom decides to send a search party."With a final wave, I stepped out, feeling the caress of the late evening breeze as Sophie started to pull away. The front yard was soon before me, but I wasn’t quite ready to go in just yet.I exhaled slowly, wandering toward the stone bench beneath the large sycamore tree at the far left. On getting there, I lowered myself onto the bench, tilting my head back to stare at the dark sky. Alexander’s voice on the phone about an hour ago was still ringing in my ears, edged with u
(GENERAL POV)The room was very dim, it's walls had shadows stretching ominously along the paneled walls. A haze of smoke coiled through the air, the smoke was coming from a long, polished pipe held between the fingers of the man seated behind the massive desk. One of his fingers had an oversized ring, and it kept tapping against the desk’s surface. The sound was the only thing that filled the silence apart from the occasional creak of the leather chair as the man shifted slightly.Two men in dark suits were standing by him, their expressions unbelievably serious.Their hands folded before them, but their presence alone was a warning. Standing in front of the boss, was a man whose body seemed to shrink with every passing second.The cowering man also wore a suit like the others, but it didn’t fit him as perfectly. His knees were bent slightly, his head lowered, as though he wished the ground would swallow him up.The boss inhaled deeply from his pipe as his dark eyes bored in