Alex
“It's been three years! Why don't I have grandchildren till now Alex? Are you impotent? Should I adopt one for you?” Mum takes a jab at me and I grind my teeth so hard.
Don't get me wrong, I love her. But she can be extremely annoying.
“Should I leave?” I threaten her, making her pass her glass to Dad who just shrugs.
Eli King may be ruthless but his wife has him wrapped around her finger. He would never take anyone else's side.
Love whipped.
Makes me sick to my stomach but I love it for them.
“I'm sorry dear. But you know I’m right. It's been too long!”
“How can they have kids when they can't even come to a function together? Makes me want to smoke a cigarette but I made a promise and you're making me want to break it!” Nana complains, joining the wagon of torture Alex day.
“I had work. Noah will bring her.” I respond flatly. Ignoring her threat to start smoking again when her heart is already weak.
“There she is!” Mum’s voice beams making us all turn to where she's rushing to. This is one thing I'll never understand.
How the fuck does she have my entire family wrapped around her finger?
I fix my features into something less irritated and more presentable as my mother rushes toward Athena, all smiles and warmth.
My jaw tightens. It never fails to amaze me how effortlessly she wins them over. Even Nana—who barely likes anyone—is practically beaming at her.
Athena walks toward us with slow, measured steps, her posture perfect, her expression unreadable.
I have to give it to her. She plays her role damn well. It's a pity our marriage has been a secret. My family thinks it's because I want to protect Athena but in truth, it's because I don’t want any fuss when I marry Leah.
She will be my wife. She's the only one who knows of my condition and is still willing to stay by my side. I bet if Athena knew, she'd run for the hills.
Leah will have to work hard to get on their good side. But that doesn’t matter. She’ll be my wife soon enough, and they’ll have no choice but to accept her.
Athena stops a few feet away, her gaze darting toward me briefly before looking at my mother, who pulls her into an eager embrace.
“There you are, dear. You look beautiful.” My mother fusses, adjusting Athena’s jet-black hair as if she’s truly her daughter. It makes my stomach turn.
Nana steps closer, her green eyes scanning Athena’s face. “Are you feeling alright?”
That makes my blood boil because I notice it too. The sadness in her eyes and honestly, it's fucking ridiculous!
We made a deal so why does she look like she didn't see it coming?
Athena blinks, caught off guard. “Yes, I—”
I don’t let her finish.
Wrapping an arm around her waist, I pull her flush against my side, ignoring the way she stiffens. I dig my nails slightly into her waist to keep her positioned and plaster a smile on my face.
“She’s just tired from work, right, sweetheart?” I say aloud.
“Don't fuck this up,” I murmur low enough for only her to hear.
Athena nods stiffly, her lips pressing into a thin line.
Nana scoffs. “Work, huh? That’s no excuse. You'll make an excellent doctor but I want to see great-grandchildren before I die.”
Athena’s body jerks slightly against mine, but I hold her in place.
“I’m serious,” Nana presses, her gaze bouncing between us. “It’s important.”
“Well,” Noah, who I didn't notice was standing with us chimes in with a smirk.
Of course, he stayed back so she could walk in alone to avoid misunderstanding in case word goes out that she is my wife.
Ever so considerate and devoted sometimes I wonder if it's me he's related to.
“They could always just divorce if they don’t plan on having kids. That would make things easier, wouldn’t it?” Noah laughs.
But he's laughing alone because everyone else is quiet.
A topic forbidden in our family. I glare at him to shut up.
“Divorce? From a Kings bloodline?” Mum laughs. Pausing.
“That would be the death of him!”
“Don’t joke about such things, Noah! You know how much we value family!” Dad joins in and I almost roll my eyes.
Nana is quiet, and I can feel her eyes on me. So I chuckle, deliberately lighthearted, turning to Athena.
“We would never. If it happened then it would be because she got tired of me!” I throw in the Joke, tasting the waters.
“Well, you better pray that doesn't happen!” Mum warns.
I hold Athena’s gaze, my grip on her waist tightening as I silently dare her to play along. But Athena, stubborn as ever, remains quiet. She doesn’t smile, doesn’t nod, doesn’t give in.
My irritation spikes.
I exhale sharply, forcing a laugh that sounds a little too strained.
“Excuse us for a moment,” I announce, steering Athena away from prying eyes before anyone can question our sudden exit.
We don’t stop until we’re out of sight, down an empty hallway lined with dimly chandeliers. The second we’re alone, I slam her back against the wall.
Her breath hitches.
I lean in, one hand bracing beside her head, the other gripping her waist with more force than necessary.
“You’re playing a dangerous game, Athena.” My voice is low, threatening. “What the fuck did I tell you to do?”
She tilts her chin up, defiant. “I didn’t realize I was required to laugh at your every joke.”
My eyes rake over her now that I can finally get a proper look.
Fuck.
That dress is lethal.
Silky, fitted, teasing just enough skin without looking sloppy. It clings to her like a second skin, highlighting the soft curves I’ve had beneath me more times than I can count….
What am I doing? I shouldn't even be staring in the first place!
Why did you then? A little annoying voice taunts me but I brush it off.
My fingers twitch, my anger shifting into something else entirely.
I watch her throat bob as she swallows, her breathing uneven. She’s trying to keep herself together, but I see it.
The way her hands fist at her sides. The way her lips part slightly when my thumb brushes over her hip, barely there.
She’s not unaffected.
Good.
If I’m going to suffer through this night, then so is she.
ATHENA The cool wall presses into my back, but it’s nothing compared to the icy words Alex hurls at me. We arrived too early and more people are yet to come. We always do this because it gives us enough time to catch up as a family. I used to love it but tonight, I wish I didn't have to come. “You should enjoy playing the part while you still can,” he says, his voice devoid of warmth. His green eyes gleam with something cruel, something calculated. Something cold. This man must not be human.“Because the title was never yours to begin with.” He goes on. My heart clenches. I should be used to it by now. The sharp edges of his words, the way he wields them like knives, cutting me down without hesitation. But somehow, each one still manages to pierce deeper than the last. I swallow past the lump in my throat, refusing to let him see how much it hurts. How much it breaks me to pieces with every word he says.“I never wanted your damn title,” I whisper the lie, my voice tight
ATHENAHave you ever been through hell?People have different versions of it. Mine is staring right at me with cold eyes and disgust that he could vomit me. And that's the most pathetic thing about me. Knowing all this and still holding onto that sliver of hope. That maybe….“I knew it! sneaky little bitch aren't you?” Ariana taunts. “She is her mother's daughter indeed!” Gia adds. Leah stands there. Like a damn wet cat and that is annoying as hell. Seeing her pretend to be a damsel in distress pisses me off. Because I've seen her eyes when she looks at me. Trust me, I know a bitch when I see one. And Leah Woods, sure is on the top of the mean table. Alex’s voice slices through the tension like a blade. Like everyone else is just noise he is trying to tune out. “The guests have started arriving.” His tone is calm and controlled—like he didn’t just throw me to the wolves. “Let’s not make a scene. We can discuss this later.” He stands and grabs Leah by the hand and walks away.
AthenaYou've never loved hard enough if you've never stayed up all night staring at the wall hoping the plain colours will stop the ache of your heart. “I love you.” Words I haven't had the courage to say in three years rolled out of her tongue like she was saying her name. Did he say it back?Just the thought of him telling Leah he loves her even though I've known that for three years does horrible things to my poor heart. It's been two days and I still can't get the scene out of my head. I stare at the wall, wondering why I'm still here. Because you're hoping he'll love you instead.A voice whispers and I shut it down. The vibrating of my phone pulls me out and I stare at it the screen flashing Ariana.My mother-in-law. “Hi, mum.” I breathe. Hoping my voice isn't giving me away. “Hi, baby.” She cools. “I've been trying to reach your husband and can't get through, is he home?” Right, the happy couple. That's my role. “No. He left early this morning.” I respond, hoping my vo
Athena“Your mum sent me to pick up the documents,” I say flatly. I'm finally in the Royal Bastards office and it's taking all my strength to keep myself from smacking him.Maybe I should just sign those damn divorce papers.“Did you hear me?” I snap. Alex pauses, reaches over to his desk, and grabs a bottle of water before leaning back like he has all the time in the world. He watches me for a second, his expression unreadable. “What's with the attitude? Are you still sulking over the divorce?”“I’m actually celebrating.” I retort, crossing my arms. “I want to be as far away from you as possible.”Alex smirks, leaning against his desk like he has just heard the most entertaining line. “Funny. You say that, yet here you are. Always finding a reason to be around me. If you're so eager, why don't I have the signed papers on my desk?”“You'll have them tomorrow morning or tonight should you remember you have a-” I catch myself before saying the word home.“If you’ll be at the house
Athena I exhale sharply, ignoring her as I walk past, but her voice—sickly sweet and taunting—halts me mid-step. I grip the phone tighter, forcing myself to walk past her without a word, but she steps in front of me, blocking my path. “Poor, poor Athena,” she drawls, tilting her head. “Still playing the devoted wife? It must be exhausting, trying to hold on to a man who doesn’t even want you.” So the bitch knew and played dumb last time?I knew it!I inhale sharply, refusing to take the bait. “Move.” She chuckles, a slow, mocking sound. “Why? So you can go home and pretend your marriage is real?” She takes a step closer, her eyes gleaming with mockery “We both know Alex belongs to me. He always has. He always will.” I laugh, a real laugh I have to hold myself back. Now that I think about it, she wouldn't be here spewing nonsense if all was going her way so that means Alex still needs me to play wife. Lucky for her, I'm already too tired, “You’re so desperate to be impo
Alex“I love you.” Three words. I’ve heard them countless times before—soft, warm, and filled with sincerity. Mum and Dad say it to each other. Mum and Granny say it to me all the time. But hearing them come out of Leah’s mouth the other night? It made my skin crawl. It sounded foreign, misplaced like it didn’t belong between us. It didn’t settle in my chest the way it was supposed to. Instead, it made something tighten, something itch beneath my skin. I pulled away. Not obviously. Just enough to create distance, enough that I could breathe without feeling suffocated by the weight of words I wasn’t ready to hear. And that’s when I noticed her. AthenaRunning. Her black long hair whipped behind her, her pace quick. The way she left—like she was running from something—made my jaw clench. I had wondered for the past three days but since I had been busy with work I barely saw her. But seeing and hearing those remarks told me one thing.My wife was jealous and I liked it.W
AthenaI lift my head, my eyes blazing with something between anger and devastation.But he doesn’t care.She provoked me. That’s what I want to say, but I realize it won’t matter. He won’t believe me. Maybe he never has.“Say it.” His voice is ice-cold, sharp, and cutting through me like a blade.Alexander King has always been ruthless. Calculating. Cold. But this—this side of him is new even to me.This is the look of a man who always gets what he wants, and right now, my humiliation is what will soothe his anger.Too bad I have no interest in it. Leah may have been his first love but she is a pretentious bitch and it's annoying how Alex turns a blind eye.My lips press together. I’m stubborn, always have been. The urge to fight back burns in my veins, but his grip tightens on my wrist, a silent reminder that fighting him won’t get me anywhere.His face tells me I won’t leave this place until I apologize.How degrading is that?Here I am, in my nightdress, my knees forced to stay on
AthenaNoah stood in the living room, his hair a mess. He was wearing a T-shirt and dark jeans, which was rare to see since it seemed like the Kings had a thing for suits. Even Gia in her old age wore suits. I was always the odd one out in my jeans and Plain tops. “Why do you let him do this? You know Aunt Ari wouldn't let this go on if you just told her?” He takes a step closer. I almost laugh at that.Alex would kill me and burry me six feet under if I ever tried to do that.That's a known fact. But… deep down in my heart, I feel like this secret between us is the only thing that keeps me going. A sick part of me likes that we have something we share that no one else knows. “I'm not bothered by it.” I lie. Noah watches me. For a second I feel like he's about to argue but I was just humiliated a few seconds ago and had he walked in a few minutes earlier, he would have watched the scene like a damn movie in 3D. I exhale, forcing my emotions down. “Have you eaten?” I ask, changin
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
LEAHI swallow hard, my hands trembling so badly I have to clutch them behind my back."No," I say, my voice cracking. "Of course not! Alex, you know me...""Do I?" he asks, tilting his head, his green eyes unreadable.The assistant stands frozen behind the counter, the dress draped over her arm like a dead body.I force a smile, blinking fast to hide the sting in my eyes."I’ll just... call Daddy," I say quickly. "He’ll transfer the money right now. It’s no big deal."Alex chuckles a low, dangerous sound that makes my blood turn to ice.Is he testing me?"Of course," he responds, "Call Daddy."His words are laced with mockery, but I ignore it. I'm sure it's a test.One I'm not going to lose!I've come too close to the goal to let it slip off my hands. I yank my phone out of my purse so fast it almost flies across the room.Dialing my father’s number, I press it to my ear, forcing a smile at Alex.He watches me, hands still shoved casually into his pockets, like he’s enjoying every
LEAH“What are we doing here, Alex?” I whisper, my voice barely coming out, unable to believe what’s standing right in front of me.A bridal boutique.A real, shimmering bridal boutique. My fucking dream boutique where they sale the best and most expensive wedding gowns!The doors swing open as if they were expecting us.A woman in a sleek black dress smiles warmly and gestures us inside. "Welcome Mr. King, ma'am. We've been expecting you."Ma'am.Mrs King is the name but I have to play nice so I smile. “Thank you!”.When we step In…. my breath stops!I stumble forward, my heart slamming into my ribs so hard it hurts.I turn to Alex, blinking up at him, my mind spinning, almost scared to say the words out loud. “Alex, really... what is this?”He doesn’t smile.He doesn’t soften. He just looks at me with those icy green eyes and says, his voice low and serious,“To be my wife... you need a dress.”He shrugs like it’s obvious, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. “Isn’t
LEAH“Mummy, can we go to a play park today?” An irritating little voice reaches my ears, cutting through the music, playing softly in the background.I clench my teeth so hard my jaw aches.How have I managed to raise this little brat?Ugh.I set down my eyeliner with a sharp clink on my dresser. Focus, Leah. Focus.You need him. You need him to get what you want. He's the golden ticket.“Mummy?” he says again, his voice higher, whinier.“What!” I snap, whipping around so fast he flinches. I catch the way his lower lip wobbles that stupid, pathetic look he gives when he’s about to cry.The anger simmers hotter under my skin.“Why are you so damn annoying? Go find Miranda and bother her!”I turn back to the mirror, snatching up the mascara wand with enough force to nearly snap it in half.From the corner of my eye, I see him hesitate. He shifts on his tiny feet, fiddling with the hem of his shirt.I've fought so hard to be where I am. Nothing was handed to me, nothing!Not my st
ATHENAThe breath I didn’t know I’d been holding finally escapes my lungs. The paper slips from my fingers, fluttering softly to the floor, but I don’t reach for it.I can’t move.I’m frozen in place, staring blankly. As a wave of emotions crashes over me with such force, it nearly knocks the air from my chest as I read the results over and over again. Paternity Results;Athena Dawson and Rayen King: 99.9% Match.Rayen is mine.He’s mine.My baby didn’t die. He didn’t die that day in the hospital like they told me.I wasn’t crazy.I didn’t imagine his little fingers curling around mine. The way I knew, deep in my soul, that he existed even when no one believed me.Tears burn my eyes, blurring the world around me, and I lift my trembling hand to cover my mouth. A choked sob escapes before I can stop it. Zayan is suddenly beside me again, his arm wrapping around my shoulders, anchoring me before I drown in the storm.“If I say I suspected it before I saw his birthmark, then I must be
ATHENAI’ve had so many situations that took my breath away. Literally.But the man standing here before me, with his jaw clenched and eyes that flicker like a storm about to strike tops the list by far. My mouth dries up. My pulse screams in my ears. And for a second, I forget to breathe altogether.I crouch down quickly, stuffing the toothbrush back into the resealable bag like it’s nothing more than a spilled pen. Casual. Cool. Calm. All the things I am absolutely not right now. His shoes move closer, and they match the fast beating of my heart.Ta ta ta taSilence.When I look up, I realize the sound had stopped because he's now close. “You didn't answer me,” he says, his voice lower now. My fingers fumble with the zipper of my purse. “Rayen asked me to get him something,” I lie, though my voice wavers near the end. “I was just grabbing it.”Or I could have just said he invited me, but that's even worse. A three year old invites you, and you end up stealing?Oh God!