Athena“Mr. King, what—” Mr. Dalton starts, but Alexander’s cold voice cuts through. “I suggest you think carefully before uttering another word, Dalton.”A heavy silence falls. Melanie’s father pales “Mr. King? Do you know this cri- young lady?”Alexander doesn’t even spare him a glance. His focus is solely on me, his eyes locking onto mine like he can read everything I’m thinking. I try to figure out what he's thinking but I come up empty. He gives nothing away.“Get up.” His voice is commanding. Making all the hairs on my body rise. I remain frozen, my body is unwilling to obey.Mr. Dalton clears his throat. “Mr. King, this is a serious matter—”Alexander’s gaze finally shifts to him, sharp as a blade. “Serious? You mean this pathetic attempt at framing my-”My heart pounds even harder. Hope is starting to grow like a balloon.“Framing an innocent lady?” And it pops.Painfully so.Melanie’s sobs long ended. Her face is horrified. I bet she didn't see this coming. Neither did
AthenaFour hundred and five.Four hundred and six.I keep counting, each number a desperate attempt to steady my breathing, to anchor myself in something other than the storm of anger swirling inside me. But no matter how high I count, the fury doesn't ease. If anything, it builds—high, relentless.I hate him.I hate that arrogant bastard.But what I hate more is the gnawing feeling in my chest—the lingering warmth of his presence, the way my heart still stutters at the memory of him standing there, defending me, saving me.Saving me.The words echo like a cruel taunt, and I bite my lip, hard enough to taste blood.Why did he do it?How did Alexander even know what was happening? It wasn’t him I texted—it was Noah.Noah.My thumb hovers over my phone, his name glowing on the screen. I should call him, and ask if he said something to Alexander if that’s how he found out. But something holds me back—an invisible wall of guilt.“How long have you been fucking my cousin?”The memory of A
AthenaThe plan was supposed to be simple revenge.But now that he's here, so close to me, I'm starting to regret what I did.I scramble to sit up, the fog of sleep clinging to me as I stammer, "I—I’m sorry. I was just—"I don’t get to finish. His hand snakes around my wrist as I try to move away, and in one swift motion, I stumble forward—right into his chest as he falls with his back on his bed and me on top of him.Damn it!He’s warm. Solid. His arm tightens around me like a steel band.“Let me go,” I mutter, but my voice cracks, betraying the warring emotions raging inside me.He doesn’t.Instead, he smirks—a broken, bitter curve of his lips. “Being in a man’s bed isn’t exactly good manners, is it?”I clench my jaw, my pride flaring. “It’s not just any man,” I fire back. “It’s my husband’s.”His laugh is deep, low, mocking, and it cuts through me.“Husband,” he repeats, rolling the word off his tongue like it’s a joke.The sound of it—the venom in his voice—stings more than I want
Alex “You look like shit. And I'm pretty sure I'm the one who just lost my freedom. Are you feeling touchy for me?” Luca mocks me, and I throw him a glare. I'm fucking angry. But at what? Is what I don't know.Hell, I drunk myself to the point of not thinking clearly yesterday. I don't know what the fuck happened but waking up with Athena in my arms drove me crazy.Especially that I wasn't disgusted.I hate it when people touch me or touch anything that belongs to me. Mum says I should get diagnosed because I show signs of OCD but not when it comes to her. My lips were on hers without thinking twice about it the other night and maybe that's why I'm angry. She's fucking everywhere and is messing up my plans. I don't have that luxury and I can't fucking disappoint Leah. This should have been easy.But the way my heart burned and my vision blurred when I saw her laughing with Noah drove me to the edge of the cliff. She even got drunk. I scoff at that.Noah is a play boy and would t
Athena"That's how forgettable you are." The words echo in my mind, slicing through the silence of my car. Over and over, they replay, like a cruel melody stuck on a loop, each repetition heavier than the last. I grip the steering wheel tighter, knuckles turning white, but it does nothing to steady the trembling in my hands. It’s been thirty minutes — thirty long, suffocating minutes — and I’m still here, parked in the same spot, unable to step out of my car. I barely slept a wink last night. I thought tears would help but they just made it even worse because I woke up with a pounding head.As I sit here, my chest feels too small for the ache inside it, like I’m trying to swallow a scream that refuses to come out. The air feels too thick, the car too quiet — the only sound is my uneven breathing, breaking the silence in shaky gasps. It's at this point when I miss my mother. I wish she was still alive so I could tell her everything while she hugged all the pain away. But even
AthenaPain.It’s the first thing I feel, a deep, searing ache that spreads through my entire body like wildfire. My limbs feel like dead weight, my head is pounding, and my throat is raw as if I had swallowed shards of glass. My lashes flutter open, and the bright, lights of the hospital sting my vision. The beeping of a monitor echoes in my ears.Am I dead?Moving my neck tells me the answer because the pain I feel is excruciating.I inhale slowly, but even that hurts.“Athena?”The voice is soft, but also sounding panicked. I’m pretty sure my family doesn’t give a shit about me so that can’t be them. Hell, they wouldn't cross the road just to check on how I’m doing. So who is it?My brain is mushy and there is an annoying ring in my ears as I turn my head slightly—every movement like dragging through molasses—and my gaze lands on Giana. Her usually composed face is streaked with worry, her wrinkled hands trembling as they reach for me, smoothing my hair away from my damp forehe
Alex She blinks at me and I lock my jaw. Seeing her bruises and how she's in pain but trying to hide it is doing things to me that shouldn't happen. I kept telling myself I'm only here because I have to save face but my heart knows it's bullshit. I came because I wanted to be here. Fuck, I haven't even left since the day she fell.Once she's better I'm going to turn this city upside down just so I can find the fucker who dared push her. I know this because I retrieved the deleted footage. They thought they were smart but nothing goes beyond Luca. “Well, I don't care.” She argues. Making me sigh in frustration. Her exams are over, but her professor said he'd make sure she gets to write deferred. But I choose not to tell her so I can see how far she will go.Pushing her buttons seems to be my favorite game lately. She tries to stand but her legs give out and she falls forward.I step closer and hold her as she falls into my arms like it's the most natural thing. Her body is warm
AlexAthena’s head snaps in my direction, and for a second, I think she’s about to fire off some smartass comment — tell me I’m imagining things, that I’m overreacting again — but she doesn’t. Instead, she swallows hard, her hand gripping the thin hospital blanket like it’s the only thing keeping her anchored."I'm fine," she says, but her voice lacks the bite I’m used to. It’s flat.I step closer, ignoring the doctor now. He’s just an annoying blur in the corner of my vision."What did he do?" My voice is lower this time.Her eyes widen just a fraction. "Nothing. He did his job, Alex. That's it."But I see it — the slight tremble in her fingers, the way her throat bobs when she swallows again. She’s not okay."I need to speak to the nurse's station," the doctor interjects, clearly uncomfortable with the tension swirling in the room. He’s already edging toward the hallway like he can feel the noose tightening around his neck.I let him go. For now.The door shuts again, leaving us a
ALEX“What the hell happened to you?” Luca asks as I walk through the hospital car park. I'm really not in the mood to talk. So I glare at him and grab my car keys. Athena looked stressed so I'm hoping bringing Rayen will calm her mind as we wait for Sloane to wake up. He will be heartbroken once he finds out his favorite aunt is in hospital. I don't even know how to break the news to him. Hell, I don't know how to tell him Athena is his mother. I'm still trying to find a way to explain that.“I just saw Zayan and the whole clan walk into Athena’s room. Aren't you missing out on the party?” Luca asks, and I halt my steps, turning to face him.“What?” He laughs, “She must have told you shit that bled your heart for you not to notice.” I lock my jaw. “Pick up Rayen from his daycare and bring him here. Also-” I pause, stepping closer. “I want you to keep an eye on Athena. I don’t trust anyone else to protect her.”Luca raises a brow, the playfulness fading, “Do you have someone y
ATHENA “I am safe,” I say, forcing a weak smile, trying to play it off. I don't like worrying people. Zayan has become someone special to me over the years. He is one of the few people who actually cares about me, and it hurts me seeing him like this. His mother is not my biggest fan but Rose, his sister inlaw always tells me it's not just me she's like that with everyone. So I guess I no longer felt bad whenever we hang out. But truly, I am grateful to Zayan, without him, I don’t know if I would have found the strength to meet Anna and uncover the truth about my son. “I mean, technically I’m breathing, so that counts, right?” I try to lighten the mood, but fail miserably because his glare only increases.His jaw is clenched, his brows drawn so tightly they almost touch. He stares at me like he can’t decide if he wants to hug me tighter or scream until the walls shake.“You almost died,” he says. “Again.”Speaking of which, I need to investigate who was powerful enough to back Le
ATHENAI wrap my arms around myself, trying to take a proper breath and decide what comes next. Isabelle came to check on me, and I was about to rush out when she relieved me with an update.Sloane is stable now.Still unconscious, but stable.And I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure she walks again, even if I have to give her my own damn legs.The door creaks open.I glance up.Alex steps in and pauses mid-step when he sees me awake. I guess he wasn’t expecting that.“Why do you look shocked? Where were you hoping I’d die?” I mock, not bothering to hide my annoyance. “You’re awake?” he says softly, ignoring the insult I just hit him with.Alexander King? Having a soft voice?It’s strange. All my life, Alex’s voice has been clipped and cold. Not this.I nod once, my throat dry, feeling like I’ve swallowed sandpaper.He walks toward the side of the bed, carefully lowering himself into the chair like he's afraid he'll break me just by existing. In his hands is a paper bag and a tak
ALEXShit! I curse under my breath.I catch her before she hits the floor, her weight folding into my arms like a puppet with its strings cut.“Athena!” I shout, lowering her gently, cradling her head as panic claws up my throat. “I need a doctor right now!”Isabelle is instantly beside me, checking Athena’s pulse, her expression calm, but I can see her resolve cracking.It's her best friend, after all. “We need a stretcher!”A nurse rushes in with one, and I lift Athena onto it carefully, my hand refusing to let go of hers even as Isabelle moves to wheel her away.“Let us take it from here, Alex,” Isabelle says gently.But I hesitate.For a second, I think if I just hold on tighter, maybe I can keep her from slipping further away and from shutting me out completely. But I nod and step back.She disappears down the hall, and I’m left standing in the silence that follows.Noah drops into a chair, his hands buried in his hair while his shoulders shake with quiet despair. Ian stands
ALEXThe walls of the hospital feel like they’re closing in.The lights overhead are buzzing too damn loud, the sterile air stings my nose, and the rhythmic ticking of the clock on the wall claws at what’s left of my sanity.I don’t speak.I haven’t said a word since we got here.I sit, with my elbows on my knees, my fingers locked tight, and my jaw clenched so hard it aches. Every part of me is burning, vibrating with a fury I’m barely keeping caged.Not at the universe. Not at fate.At me.I let this happen.I let Leah get that close.I fell for her lies.Over and over again.I believed her sob story. Let her manipulate me. And in doing so, I said the unthinkable to Athena. For the past five years, I've felt indebted to her. Not knowing I was a jackpot in her game. Pictures of me plastered on the wall in her secret room are drilled in my fucking mind. What a fool I've been.Me!Alexander King. Fooled from the word go and played like fucking ping-pong. I thought she saved me. Ima
ATHENA The shot rings out.I brace for the pain, for the heat of the bullet tearing through my flesh.But it never comes.I’m still standing.I'm still breathing.Frozen.My heart slams against my ribs as the world slows around me.And then-“No!”A body crashes into mine, shoving me hard to the side.I stumble, catching myself against the edge of a table.That’s when I hear it, a guttural gasp, the sound of someone choking on breath. The thud of a body hitting marble.Blood splatters.I look down my body and realize it's not mine.My eyes widen as I turn.Someone took the bullet.For me.From the corner of my eye, I can see Leah screaming, thrashing, wild-eyed like a mad woman.. But the officers are on her now, four of them tackling her to the ground, ripping the gun from her hands.My ears ring.The voices fade.Someone’s shouting my name, but it sounds like it’s coming from underwater.Everything begins to blur, hitting me all at once.A gun.Shoot.Not me.I look to the side and
ATHENALeah stares at the dress like it's made of poison.I could poison it, but that would have been too merciful.Her hands tremble as she clutches the dresser behind her for balance. “You’re bluffing,” she whispers, her voice cracking beneath the weight of panic. “You can’t- none of this-this isn’t legal!”I take another step closer and smile. It’s not kind. It’s not warm. It’s the smile of a woman who’s been pushed too far, who’s crawled her way through hell and came back with fire in her veins.“Oh, sweetheart,” I say, leaning in until our noses almost touch, “do I look like I care about what’s legal? I think you and I already crossed that line. ”She flinches.“ You know the first thing that hit me when I found out what you had done? I wanted to drown you the way you did to me. But then I realized there was a better way. Whatever you love, I’ll take it. Every fucking thing attached to your name, I will rip it from you and burn it to ashes. Everything you've been craving, will
ATHENAFLASHBACK7 days ago….“It’s only been two hours. Don’t be so anxious,” Zayan says to me, but it does nothing to calm the storm raging inside me.Alex is unpredictable.He may think I fabricated the evidence, and that’s not even the worst that could happen. Leah could get her hands on the documents, twist the story like she always does, and paint me as a manipulator.I’m pacing the length of Zayan’s office, chewing on my nail, with nerves clawing up my throat when the door suddenly slams open, and I nearly jump out of my skin.Alex stands there like a force of nature. His shoulders are rigid, his chest is heaving, and those wild green eyes are locked onto me with pure fury.“Get the fuck out,” he growls, low and dangerous. Zayan straightens from where he’s leaning against the desk, glaring at Alex. “It’s my office,” he snaps.I flick my desperate gaze toward Zayan, silently begging him to give us a moment. Zayan hesitates for just a moment before he sighs and grabs his jacke
LEAHSix days later…“I hope you secure a good fortune after paying ten million for a ridiculous wedding dress!” Mum snaps as she adjusts the hem of my robe.“Can we see it?” she asks, her voice softer this time, almost curious.“No," I say, flipping my hair over my shoulder. "It’s not with me. I had to do makeup first.”Dad grumbles something under his breath, still pale from the heart attack he nearly had when the bank called him.Apparently, when someone drops ten million on a dress, the financial world panics.They thought I’d lost my card. That some thief was out there playing dress-up with my future.But no. I signed the authorization myself and left a copy with the boutique, just in case I change my mind and want a refund later.Not that it matters.Ten million is nothing compared to how much I’ll be entitled to once the vows are said, and my last name is King.“In a few minutes," I remind them with a sparkling smile, "Alexander King will be your son-in-law. Do you have any ide