LOGINRovan's POV…Alexander grabbed my shoulder and pulled me back.The man rushed past us without stopping.All this happened while the guard who was with us was still inside the room he entered.I couldn't tell why it was taking him years to come out.Unfortunately, it was one of Alexander's security men.An untrained guard, if I must say.Suddenly, Damien and the two other guards who were with him immediately moved in.Then the other guard also stepped out.Within seconds, the corridor was secure, and silence returned.I looked at Alexander, and he looked back at me.Neither of us spoke for a moment.Then we continued down the corridor.For the first time since our agreement began, something had changed.Alexander wasn't helpless.He wasn't reckless.And when danger came, he didn't hesitate.Apparently, neither did I.We
Rovan's POV…Three days passed.Three days of searching.Three days of following every lead that came close to Lucas before disappearing again.But we still hadn't found him.That didn't mean we were getting nowhere.It meant someone was working very hard to make sure we didn't.I stood in the security room while Damien placed several photographs across the table.“These were taken outside three different warehouses,” he said.“What's the connection?” I asked as I studied them carefully.“Same supplier.” He placed another document in front of me after his response. “But the purchases weren't made directly.”“Shell companies?”Damien nodded.“Four of them.” He explained. “Different names, different addresses, but the same pattern.”I glanced at Alexander.He had been silent since he entered the room.Until his eyes landed on one of the compan
Lyvanne's POV…I stared at my phone in disbelief.Vivienne's number had been unreachable for hours.At first, I had assumed her battery was dead. Then I thought perhaps she was somewhere with poor reception. But as the hours passed, a strange uneasiness settled inside me.And now Rovan was telling me he wanted her to stay with me.Something was wrong.Rovan was supposed to be home by now after our call, but it was as if he was taking years to arrive here.Leaving with no choice, I dialed his number, placing the phone on my ear.“Rovan…” I tightened my grip around my phone. “You said you were coming back home to explain everything to me, but you're not back yet. Where is Vivienne?”Despite getting my question, which I was sure of, there was a brief silence from his end.While I was patiently anticipating his response, I heard the sound of a door opening.My brows furrowed as I turned towards the door.Before I could ask another question, Rovan's voice came through.“Open the door.” “W
Lyvanne's POV…I stared at my phone in disbelief.Vivienne's number had been unreachable for hours.At first, I had assumed her battery was dead. Then I thought perhaps she was somewhere with poor reception. But as the hours passed, a strange uneasiness settled inside me.And now Rovan was telling me he wanted her to stay with me.Something was wrong.Rovan was supposed to be home by now after our call, but it was as if he was taking years to arrive here.Leaving with no choice, I dialed his number, placing the phone on my ear.“Rovan…” I tightened my grip around my phone. “You said you were coming back home to explain everything to me, but you're not back yet. Where is Vivienne?”Despite getting my question, which I was sure of, there was a brief silence from his end.While I was patiently anticipating his response, I heard the sound of a door opening.My brows furrowed as I turned towards the door.Before I could ask another question, Rovan's voice came through.“Open the door.” “W
Alexander's POV…Rovan stood on the opposite side of my desk, one of his hands slid into his pocket as he spoke with Lyvanne, his expression unreadable.At first, his phone was on loudspeaker when Lyvanne picked up his call.Suddenly, he removed it from loudspeaker so that only he could hear what she was saying.If he doesn't want me to hear their conversation, why did he put it on loudspeaker before?In fact, why did he call her when he was still in my office?Couldn't he wait until he gets home so they can discuss whatever he planned to discuss with her?What was his aim and objectives?To make me jealous, huh?Nice! Well played.I had never liked him since I got to know about him. I hated him to the core.Perhaps it was because of the way he looked at Lyvanne all the time. The way he stood beside her, and the way she trusted him.Or perhaps because every time I saw them together, I was reminded of everything I had lost.But tonight wasn't about jealousy.It wasn't about me. It wa
Rovan's POV…“They're trying to isolate her.” I let out, my gaze calculative.“Huh?” Alexander's expression changed. “Is that how you see it?”“Think about it.” I continued as I walked back toward the desk. “The store was destroyed.”I raised one finger as I began counting.“That's one source of income gone.” I said, raising another finger. “The warehouse beside the store where she keeps inventory and business records was also attacked. That's another thing that was compromised,” Alexander didn't say a word; rather, he nodded in agreement.“Her financial accounts were targeted as well.” I added.Again, Alexander nodded without saying anything.“And whoever searched those warehouses,” I looked down at the letter. “The person wasn't looking for merchandise. They were seeking information. Information that could weaken her.” “Meaning they're taking away everything around her.” Alexander's eyes narrowed as he stated."Everything." I looked directly at him. “One piece at a time.”Silence
“What did you do to her?!” Alex yelled at me as he went to a screaming Isabelle… that’s what I’d heard him call her. “Nothing.” I was at loss for words. I had not even touched her. She was the one who had made it seem like I pushed her. “Why are you lying?! I saw your hands on her!” He yelle
I got home, still crying. The tears were refusing to stop pouring, my heart would not stop bleeding. I felt pain. Too much pain and none was physical. Even the cabman who had driven me home had been worried about how hard I was sobbing. He’d asked questions but I didn’t answer any. Now I was ho
I studied my reflection in the mirror, taking note of the sage green dress I’d saved up money to buy. It was my anniversary and I wanted to surprise my husband at the office. The dress was fabulous and I knew my husband, Alexander would love it. He usually liked dresses that clung to me and showed
Lyvanne's POVThe studio buzzed with pressure, fabric rustled, machines hummed, staff moving quickly as if the very floor beneath them would catch fire if they slowed down.I stood in the center of the busy office, a storm in heels, snapping out instructions like a general in battle. It has always







