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
AlexThe door slams shut behind me as I take in the sight before me—Athena flushed and laughing, her head tipped back against the counter, a half-empty bottle of vodka between her and Noah.Am I losing my mind?Athena has always been laid back. Never did anything out of the ordinary. I liked to call her plain in my head because of how easy she was to read. But now, standing here, I'm starting to wonder who the fuck I married. My gaze locks onto the alcohol, then flicks to my wife. Her eyes are glassy, her movements slow. Fucking drunk.I shift my attention to Noah, standing too damn close to her. His casual smirk as he looks at me only fuels my anger and it feels like I just might kill my cousin.Have I missed something? I have always entrusted her to him. For pick-ups. Anything she needed I assigned him. But now I'm starting to wonder if by doing that I've been playing fucking cubid. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” My voice is cold, and sharp, demanding an answer.N
AthenaThe sharp crack of my palm against his cheek rings through the room. My chest heaves with fury, and my hands tremble at my sides. The audacity. The sheer, infuriating arrogance of him.My head is still tipsy but thanks to his insult. My mind is no longer foggy.Alex doesn’t flinch. Instead, his lips curl into a smirk, his green eyes darkening with something dangerous. Something possessive.But I'm mad as hell and he knows it. “You will not insult me!” I spit. Anger radiating off me In waves. But it's like this man is a wall because he doesn’t seem bothered. He takes one step back, placing his hands in his pocket before finding my gaze again. “You will not see him again.” His voice is low, but I heard him just fine. I scoff, crossing my arms tightly over my chest. “I’m not your wife, Alex. We’re getting divorced. I can do whatever the hell I want. Do you suffer from memory loss?”His smirk deepens, amusement flashing in his gaze as he takes a slow, deliberate step toward me.
Athena “If it isn't the little charity case.” An annoying voice stops me in my tracks, and I groan internally. Do I have to deal with this right before my exams? I turn to find Melanie and her usual group of followers standing by the hallway lockers, smirking like they’ve been waiting for me. Of course, they have. I bet it eats them up so bad that an orphan like me, with no financial backup, is attending the best and most expensive medical school. What they don’t know is that I’m backed by the Kings. And if they did, that smug look wouldn’t even exist. My parents were extremely gifted surgeons. They chose to help during a devastating flood, saving lives, and among the people they rescued was Giana King—Alexander’s grandmother. Unfortunately, my parents didn’t make it out alive. Giana felt indebted to them, so she found me, took me in, and promised to support me. Somehow, she ended up loving me like her own and decided I should marry her grandson. Let’s just say, Al
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
ATHENA“Dr. Athena!” A sweet, small voice calls as the door swings open.Rayen rushes in, a whirlwind of tiny footsteps and excitement, and jumps into my arms before I can even react.I catch him with a soft oof, my arms instinctively wrapping around his tiny frame.His warmth, his smell, his messy curls pressed against my cheek, and it all hits me like a punch to the chest.God, I missed him.It’s only been a week since our last play date, but it felt like eternity. Like some sort of cruel punishment. I had to stay in the shadows to set the trap for Leah, but every second away from him, knowing he was my son, tortured me.I can’t believe this little angel who giggles in his sleep and asks me if clouds cry when it rains is actually mine.The one who slowly took my heart for himself with no plans of returning it back to me.My little prince.“I made you a card,” he announces proudly, leaning back to pull out a folded sheet of paper from his jacket pocket. The crayon strokes are bold 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