LOGINLANDON'S POVI stood by the window on the upper floor of Grey Global Tower, watching the parking lot below. My hands were both behind my back, and inside me, I was so restless.I had come to drop off some documents for Alex, but then I saw them… together. “Was that really Miss Voss?” I asked myself, still in doubt.I had seen Alex’s car pull out of the lot, and she was sitting in the passenger seat right beside him. I stared at the disappearing car until it turned the corner and vanished from sight. “What the hell is going on?” I asked myself again, “Why was Alex taking her somewhere?”I sensed something was up, but I just didn't know what. Why was he bringing her so close, not just as an assistant, but now personally driving her around? He never even drived me around for once, not even with Victoria.I turned away from the window and paced the empty office. Restlessness clawed at me. I didn’t know exactly what was happening between Alex and Elena, but I was deeply uncomfortable wi
ALEXANDER'S POV “It’s been a really crazy week,” I said to myself, my voice barely more than a whisper.The silence pressed back harder than it should have.The thought of yesterday filled my mind and wouldn’t let go. I’d tried coffee, tried work, tried walking it off down the office building and back twice. Nothing worked. I couldn’t think of anything else other than her, other than that night when it all happened. She was the mysterious woman all along. The lady I had a piece of. The pieces didn’t fit before, but now they cut.“Why had she been quiet all this while?” I asked myself, pacing the length of the office. My footsteps echoed off walls that suddenly felt too close. I stopped in front of the mirror and stared at myself like I’d find answers there. My jaw was tight and my eyes looked older than they should. “Those kids… the resemblance… this is absolutely crazy.” I sank back into my chair, elbows on the table, head in my hands. Even when I closed my eyes, I could st
ELENA'S POV "Who does he think he is?" I huffed, tucking my hair behind my ear as I walked back home slowly, letting the cool night slap against my face. "He thinks he can just walk back into my life because he is Alexander Grey, so much for a spoilt brat who has always had everything at his disposal. Well, not this time."My legs felt heavy, and every step echoed with the words I had thrown at him, the truth I had finally let out after five long years. Now that those words were out, I felt both relieved and terrified.“It's for the best, Elena,” I said, trying to pull myself together. “We can breathe now.”I slowed down my place only when I realized I was out of his view. But then, I still felt on edge. The streets were quiet, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching me. I glanced over my shoulder, not once, not twice. I could sense movement and flashes of shadows at the corners of my eyes. “Is he still following me?” I muttered under my breath. I turned ar
ELENA'S POV I walked towards him with legs that felt like they were slightly wobbly. The restaurant was a little quiet at this hour, with soft lighting and gentle music playing in the background. He sat at a secluded booth in the corner, his tall frame unmistakable even from a distance. My heart hammered against my ribs as I approached, and questions kept tumbling over one another in my head. Why had he called me here so late? What did he want?“Good evening, Mr. Grey.” I slid into the seat opposite him. He looked at me for a moment, his expression unreadable. “Nice evening to you too, Elena.” "Elena?" The talk slipped out of my lips before I could hold myself. I had gotten used to being called Miss Voss, hence the surprise when he called me by my first name. "Yes, Elena... something wrong?" "Huh? no... not at all, sir." I said, hastily.Then he raised his hand to call the attention of the waiter.“What would you like?”“A smoothie, please,” I replied softly, not trusting
ELENA'S POV "Okay Lovelies, you've played enough for today, time for bed!" "Mummy, can we stay up just a little while? I've got to give the tail of the mermaid a colour."I shook my head, "you can do that tomorrow sweetie."They groaned as they stood up and walked towards the room. I gave them head kisses while they walked, packing each paper and colour box like it was something sacred. Well, it was to them. I'd tucked the children to bed, read them a bedtime story, kissed their foreheads, and whispered goodnight like I did every evening. I stayed and watched them drift to sleep, their breathing, calm and peaceful.But for me, sleep felt impossible tonight.I paced restlessly in the living room. The apartment had gone really quiet now, except for the soft sound of my footsteps on the wooden floor. I walked back and forth, my arms wrapped around myself. My mind would not stop spinning. Everything felt like it was falling apart. My carefully planned life, the quiet town, the si
MARCUS'S POVThe smile on my face had grown brighter, not from the discovery that she was alive, but from what follows next. "Well, well... guess the quiet time is over."I walked into the grand study of the Sinclair estate, the same room where we had carried out our vigorous plan years ago. The echoes of his words still replaying in my head. "Why do you do this... we are brothers." Followed by the sound of that bullet, the squashing sound as it passed through his head. The spill of blood everywhere. The heavy curtains were drawn, and the air felt thick with old secrets and power. My brother, Victor, sat behind the large oak desk, sipping whiskey from a crystal glass, looking every bit the king of the empire we had stolen.I had just returned from london, and I could no longer keep what I had seen to myself.“Victor, brother.” My voice low but urgent. He looked up at me with a bright smile on his face. "You're back, how was the trip?"I gave a smile back, "It was a good one, we







