LOGINWe did it. š¤ Alexandra finally got her happily ever after. After everything. Thank you so much for giving this book a chance and staying with me until the very last page. As a writer, I canāt fully describe how much that means to me. For the past four months, Alexandra and Jacob have lived in my heart, and somehow they found a home in yours too. Thank you for showing up chapter after chapter, laughing with them, crying with them, getting angry with them, and loving them even when I put them through absolute chaos. To every single reader who left a comment, shared a theory, sent gifts, voted, or simply read quietly in the background, thank you. Every bit of your support mattered more than you know. Before you go, I have one small favour to ask. Please take a moment to return to the bookās main page and leave a āāāāā review. It may seem like a small thing, but reviews make a huge difference. They help new readers discover Alexandra and Jacobās story, keep the book visible, and r
š¤Alexandraš¤He led me through the garden toward the rose garden at the far end of the estate. The one my Dada had planted years ago, before I was old enough to have opinions about roses, back when this house was louder and fuller and dadaās laugh was still a sound that existed in the world. Papa had never changed the flowers. He said some things deserved to remain exactly where love had left them. White roses and pink ones and soft red ones that Dada had always insisted looked happiest together, which was the kind of opinion only someone who genuinely loved things could have about flowers.When we reached the centre of the rose garden I stopped.The children were already there.All four of them, standing in a row with the uncharacteristic stillness of people who had been specifically asked to be still and were making their best effort. Mitchell beside Caleb. Papa under the roses instead of the oak tree, his newspaper gone, his hands folded in front of him. Jen, who never came to ga
š¤ Alexandra š¤I had always believed that love came with a price and the biggest fallacy of all time.That was the first thing life taught me. If someone loved you, eventually they would leave. If they did not leave, they would be taken. If they were not taken, they would betray you. Love was temporary. Loss was permanent. For years I had built my entire life around that belief. Every company I built, every decision I made, every wall I put up, every sleepless night I worked through, every version of Alexandra Fisher Hale that the world feared had been constructed by a woman who simply refused to lose again.And then Jacob Grey happened⦠he forced his way into my life in the most craziest manner and sincerely I am grateful he did. His obsession gave me my babies and they mean the world to me.That was the part nobody in the self-help books warned you about. Not the first time love arrived, which was something people wrote entire libraries about. The second time he came into my life
š¤Jacobš¤I had never been this nervous in my life.Which was a significant statement given the life I had lived. I had walked into a building where a shooter was waiting. I had survived things that should have produced a permanent immunity to nerves.And yet.I was standing outside Papaās study door in the Fisher Hale estate at ten in the morning, unable to knock.What if he said no.What if he looked at me across that desk and said no, and then I had to walk back out of this house and tell Lex, and the whole careful, improbable, extraordinary thing we had been building for the past several weeks collapsed because the man who had raised her also means the world to her and lost his partner to my sisterās plan decided that Jacob Grey had already cost this family enough.What if he hated me.The man had never sat at the same table with me since I moved myself into this house.But not eating meals with someone was different from handing them your daughter.I knocked.āCome in.āPapa wa
š¤Jacobš¤Dear lord~~~ how can she be this cute when she was angry.I knew better than to say that out loud. I had learned, over the time of living inside the Fisher Hale estate with varying degrees of official invitation, that there was a specific list of things you did not say to Alexandra Fisher Hale, and āyou look cute when youāre angryā was somewhere near the top of it, probably right below āyou remind me of your father when you do thatā and āare you sure you need all seventeen of those files.āSo I said nothing and watched her pace the kitchen the following morning while the coffee brewed and the children ate breakfast with the cheerful obliviousness of people who were five years old and had more important things to think about, like whose turn it was to pick what they watched after school.āI donāt want the properties,ā Lex said.āOkay,ā I said.āI donāt want the money.āāOkay.āāI donāt want anything that has Stellaās name attached to it.āāOkay.āShe stopped pacing and looked
š¤Alexandraš¤āMy intention was to kill your children.āI said the words out loud, alone in the living area, because hearing them in my own voice made them real in a way that watching Jacobās face while he told me had not quite managed.Stella Grey had intended to kill my children. All of them.Not as a side effect. Not as collateral. As a strategy. A calculated coldly reasoned strategy in which four five year old human beings were a variable to be eliminated in order to produce a faster result from their father.Stella Grey had looked at those four children in her mind and decided they were useful leverage.āFuck Stella,ā I said, to the empty kitchen. āI hope you rot in hell.āIt came out with more venom than I expected, which told me something about the distance between how I had been processing this situation intellectually and what was actually sitting in my chest underneath all the intellectual processing. I had spent two weeks thinking about Stella Grey with the careful, complic
š¤Alexandraš¤āPapa I do hope he dies though,ā I said slowly.The words came out calm, almost too calm, like I was talking about the weather and not a human life, and for a second the room went quiet in a way that made it clear even Papa didnāt expect me to say it that directly.He didnāt respond i
š¤ Alexandra š¤āOkay⦠hmm, Timmy, I want MM Media broadcasting the press conference live tomorrow morning,ā I said into my phone as I walked into my room, already kicking off my heels without breaking my pace because my mind was ten steps ahead of my body at this point.āYes, boss,ā he responded q
š¤ Alexandra š¤āMy goddaughter is indeed a virgin.āUncle James said it calmly, like he was reading out a result from a file he had already gone through twice just to be sure he wasnāt making a mistake, and for a second nobody in the room spoke because that statement alone just made everything ten
š¤ Alexandra š¤ āStop looking at me like that, Jayden.ā I didnāt even bother hiding the irritation in my voice as I leaned back against my bed, arms folded tightly across my chest, because this man had been standing there for the past five minutes doing nothing but staring at me like I had suddenl







