เข้าสู่ระบบAlexander's POV… The engagement announcement should have shattered me. It almost did. Every newspaper carried the same headline. The Billionaire Heiress, Lyvanne Hart, Engaged to Business Magnate Rovan Stone. Her smile beside him haunted me. She looked peaceful. A peace I had stolen from her long ago. For the first time in days, I accepted something I had refused to admit. She was gone. Not because she had stopped loving me, but because I had given her every reason to walk away, and there was nothing I could do about it. I folded the newspaper and stared blankly out of my office window. Perhaps this was my punishment. To watch the woman I loved choose a man who had never failed her. Is this what they call karma? The feeling was driving me insane as I was finding it difficult to stop thinking about Lyvanne. How can I? Is it even p
Isabelle's POV… The shards of the broken vase still littered the bedroom as I cried out, but no one was there to console me. My chest rose and fell violently as rage coursed through every vein in my body. I wasn't expecting such betrayal from that daughter of a prostitute. Sarah was one of the hardest-working maids ever hired at Alex's house. I kept her close, treated her like a sister, not like a maid, yet she chose to pay me back that way. If only I could find a way to end her life… Jessica, on the contrary, couldn't help me because she believed there was nothing she could do since Alex already got evidence of my conversation. And any attempt to push the case further might land me in prison. I was left with no choice but to leave their house, tears flowing down my cheeks as I drove back home. Sadly, I finally lost Alex after many years of con
Lyvanne's POV… The evening air was cool against my skin as I stepped out of the company building. Employees streamed past me, exchanging goodbyes before disappearing into the parking lot. My guards had already formed their usual protective circle around me while Louis opened the rear door of my car. I had barely taken two steps toward it when a familiar voice froze me in place. “Lyvanne.” My heart skipped as I halted. I turned slowly to see who that was. Unfortunately, my eyes landed on someone my mind didn't think of. Someone I didn't wish to see anytime soon. My gaze fell on Alexander Saint. My face went slack, my jaw hanging open in utter disbelief. No, this isn't happening, and I hope he's not here for something that will get me upset because I'm in my peaceful era and I wouldn't want anything or anyone to ruin it. He stood
Lyvanne's POV… A few days later… That was all it took. A few days of shared lunches that somehow turned into dinner. A few evenings discussing contracts that ended with quiet conversations on his balcony overlooking the city. A few drives where neither of us felt the need to fill the silence. Somehow, Rovan had become… constant, not overwhelming, and not demanding. Just… there, steady, and reliable. The kind of person whose presence became familiar before you even realized it. Everything was moving so well. Then…he ruined everything. Or perhaps… He changed everything. I had never seen anything like it. The entire rooftop of one of the most luxurious hotels in the city had been transformed into something that looked as though it belonged in a dream. Thousands of white roses lined the marble walkway. Crystal chandeli
Lyvanne's POV… It was as if this moment shouldn't end. You wouldn't blame me for feeling this way, though. I have gone through hell and I needed someone who will be there for me when I need them, someone who will truly cherish me. I deserve that too… We stood quietly beside the vehicle, admiring the views of the city. Neither of us spoke. For once, the silence wasn't awkward, but peaceful, comfortable, and safe with Rovan around. His presence was everything to me at the moment. You know,” I said softly, finally breaking the long silence. “Yeah?” he responded quickly, as if he were already expecting it. “You always act like everything is your responsibility.” Letting those words, I rested my hands on my chest as I faced him. Instead of returning the stares, he looked ahead. “It is,” he replied without turning around. “No, it isn't,
Lyvanne's POV… After Rovan left my office, I remained standing in the same spot, staring at the door long after it had closed. His answers still echoed in my mind like a song played on repeat. ‘Technology.’ ‘Systems.’ ‘Professionals’ Every response had been smooth… rehearsed, and… incomplete. I rubbed my temple with a sigh, shaking my head at the same time. “You're hiding something,” I whispered to myself, walking back to my seat to have some rest so I could get my mind off the thought. As I pulled the chair to sit on it, a knock interrupted my thoughts. I paused, staring at the door. “Come in,” I said, patiently waiting to see who will step in. Louis, my head guard, stepped inside with his usual disciplined posture. His facial expression looked natural. “Ma'am, your vehicle is ready,”
The doors of the cell opened. “You have a visitor.” The female officer announced to me. I didn’t say anything, just stood and followed her to the room where prisoners received guests. There was Alex waiting for me. I took the bench opposite him, the female officer gave us privacy to talk but w
“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







