Chapter 13The time to meet Jake finally came. I had been on edge since the call, and my curiosity was still getting the best of me. I didn’t like the fact that just hearing Jason’s name still made me uneasy. It felt like, even though he wasn’t here with me, I was still giving him some kind of control over me. How else could I explain the anxiety rushing through me since I talked to Jake yesterday?After a quick shower, I picked a simple red top and blue jeans from my wardrobe. I didn’t want it to look like I was putting in too much effort. I glanced at my face in the mirror. I no longer looked as pale as I did when I first got home. My skin had some color again. I packed my hair into a neat ponytail, applied a little foundation and gloss, and I was set to go.As soon as I locked my room, I saw my mother standing right in front of me.“Are you going somewhere, baby?” she asked, looking at me with curiosity.“Yes, Mom. I have a meeting with Jake,” I answered.Her lips curled into a tea
Chapter 14 Jake’s words echoed in my head like a warning bell that wouldn’t stop ringing, but I refused to let my face betray any emotion. I sat still, resting my chin on my hands, pretending to be unbothered. He spoke as if he was certain Jason was searching for me, determined to find me no matter what. But why? What was the use? I was out of his life now. He had already taken everything from me—wasn’t that enough? “Can I get some water?” I asked, my voice calmer than I felt. My throat was suddenly dry like I had swallowed dust. Jake tilted his head slightly. “Are you sure you don’t want anything else, Andrea?” “Whiskey would be a better option,” I thought bitterly, but I couldn’t say that out loud. “Just water is fine.” Jake nodded and called the waiter. A young man in his twenties appeared, dressed in jeans and a polo shirt with the café logo on it, a waist apron tied around his hips. He held a notepad and pen, his friendly smile in stark contrast to the heavy conversation a
Chapter 15A light tap on my shoulder pulled me back from sleep.“Ma’am, we’re home.”My eyes opened slowly. Paul stood by the car door, waiting. I didn’t even realize when I had dozed off.I sat up, rubbing my eyes. “How long was I asleep?”“Not long. Do you want me to get an umbrella?” Paul asked.I shook my head. “No, I’m fine. And thanks for today.”“You don’t have to thank me, ma. Just doing my job,” Paul answered with his usual calm expression.I stepped out of the car, greeted by a cool breeze. A light drizzle was falling, making the ground smell fresh and earthy.“Andrea, darling.”I turned to see my mother standing at the front door, smiling warmly.“Hi, Mom,” I replied, forcing a small smile.“I heard the car drive in, and I just knew it had to be you,” she said, walking forward. “I’m sure you’re cold, darling. Go get changed, and I’ll make some hot tea for you.”I nodded and made my way upstairs. Once inside my room, I shut the door and leaned against it. The quiet was nice
Chapter 16 I couldn’t make sense of the situation. My heart pounded, my hands trembled, and sweat gathered at my temples. I knew this feeling. It was fear.I looked at the screen again, staring at the message. If the sender wanted to scare me, they had succeeded.My grip on the phone tightened. My breathing was unsteady.It had to be Jason.Who else would benefit from tormenting me like this? But how did he get my number? Only my parents and Jake had it. I had texted Claire before, but I was sure it wasn’t her. She had always stood by me… there's no way she gave it to him also I hadn’t been able to reach her lately.That left Jake.I hated the thought, but it lingered in my mind. Could Jake have given Jason my number? A part of me refused to believe it. I had seen the tension between the two of them. Jake hated Jason just as much as I did—maybe even more. It didn’t make sense for him to help Jason.But if it wasn’t Jake, then who?My mind raced through the possibilities. Could it be
Chapter 17 I sat in my father’s study room, staring at the folder he had given me. I had asked him for some materials about the company before meeting with the board. I wanted to get myself ready. The folder was filled with company reports, market analysis, and upcoming projects. I had spent the last few hours going through them, trying to familiarize myself with the business I was stepping into.The Sinclair Corporation wasn’t just any normal company. It was an empire that had been passed from generation to generation, and now it was in my hands. It was a huge responsibility that needed my commitment. I had been trying to avoid this path all these years, wanting to make a name for myself on my own terms. But now, things have changed. I needed power, and this was the first step toward reclaiming control of my life.A knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts.“Come in,” I called.The door opened, and my mother stepped in, carrying a tray with a cup of juice and some cookies.“I th
Chapter 18 I stood before the mirror, adjusting my outfit one more time before heading downstairs to meet my father. The white blazer fit perfectly, and beneath it was a silky navy blue blouse, paired with high-waisted trousers. The entire outfit looked elegant and professional. My mother’s fashion sense was still top-notch—she had gone shopping yesterday and picked everything out herself. She called it her gift to welcome me into the company. By the time I made my way downstairs, my father was already waiting in the living room. My mother stood behind him, and they seemed to be in the middle of a conversation. “Oh dear, look at you,” my father said with a big smile. “I can see you’re ready, Andrea.” “More than ready, Dad.” “Good morning, Mum. Good morning, Dad,” I greeted them both. “You look gorgeous, Andrea,” my mother said warmly. “Thanks, Mum.” “Let’s be on our way,” my father said after checking his watch. He stood up, adjusted his suit, and pressed a quick kiss to my
Chapter 19 I followed Jake down the hallway. To my surprise, he didn’t say much, he kept a straight face as we walked. The office was large, with glass walls separating different departments. Everyone looked busy with their tasks—some typing away on their computers, while others discussed work in low voices. But the moment I passed them, the atmosphere shifted. People turned, stealing glances at me. Their whispers grew softer, their eyes filled with curiosity, hesitation… and something else. I could hear them. “That’s her… Jason’s ex-wife.” “I heard she cheated on him and lost her mind.” “Why is she here?” “Didn’t she disappear after the scandal?” I kept walking, my face blank, my posture straight. None of this surprised me—I had prepared myself. People would talk. The lies Jason spread about me had already been planted in their minds. Bad news always spreads faster than the truth. But beneath the whispers, I sensed something else. Fear. They gossiped, but not lou
Chapter 20 Jake’s POVI sat in my office, staring at the document in front of me, but my mind was elsewhere. I wasn’t thinking about work or the paper in front of me. My thoughts were on Andrea.I was surprised when she honored my invitation to come to the cafe because she seemed not to like having me around. But I didn’t blame her at all. She was always kind of mean when I talked to her, but I knew Andrea wasn’t the type of woman to hurt other people’s feelings. Jason just made her toughen up. I knew she was still that nice, soft girl deep down.I leaned back in my chair, closing my eyes for a minute. The memory of our meeting came back to me so clearly. She had walked in dressed simply, but there was something about her that made it impossible to look away. Andrea had always been beautiful, no doubt, but when she was with Jason, he just saw her as his wife, nothing more than that. But that day, it wasn’t her beauty that caught my attention—it was the fire in her eyes. The way she r
Chapter 99Andrea's pov There was no clock in the room. No window, no sun, no ticking hand to mark the passing of time. But somehow, I knew it had been close to two days. My body told me. The aching bones. The heaviness behind my eyes. The way my stomach twisted and turned—not just from hunger, but from fear.Two nights. Two damn nights.I had slept. I wasn’t sure when or how, but the dreams had been hollow and sharp-edged, like broken glass on repeat. Every time I woke up, I hoped it was all over. That the door would burst open and I’d be rescued from this pain and torture. But no. Same walls. Same cold floor. Same silence.Except when they came.They didn’t speak. They just came in—faces masked, eyes dull—and dropped food like I was some stray they had to keep alive. After the last time I’d tried to run, they no longer untied my hands. One would hold me still while the other brought the spoon to my lips. No words. No looks. Like I wasn’t human. Like I wasn’t even there.My throat b
Chapter 98 Jake's pov It had been 24 hours since we had heard nothing from Andrea. No calls, no texts, nothing—no sign. The silence was deafening. Everyone in the house was in a panic. Andrea’s mother had been restless. She sat scrunched on the edge of the couch, her eyes swollen from crying, hands wringing a tissue that had long since given up holding anything back. Her father paced by the window, arms folded tightly, a muscle ticking in his jaw every time his phone lit up with nothing. “Where could she be?” her mother whispered, barely audible over the ticking clock. “What if… something had happened to—” She burst out crying, unable to finish the sentence. Andrea’s father walked to her, holding her hands, trying to console her. “She’s fine, darling. Andrea is a strong girl. Nothing has happened to her. Maybe she needed space. Maybe she’s trying to clear her head.” But even he didn’t believe it. None of us did. I sat there, my leg bouncing uncontrollably, trying to calm the
Chapter 97Andrea's pov I jolted awake, my neck aching from the awkward position I’d dozed off in. I must have slept off out of tiredness, or maybe I just wanted to escape this terror so badly. For a fleeting moment, I hoped it was all a nightmare—that if I just closed my eyes and slept, I’d wake up in the comfort of my bed, thinking about the bad dream I had.But reality slapped me faster than any pinch could.I was still here. Still tied. Still trapped.The same damp air filled my lungs. The faint buzz of that godforsaken light above hummed in my ears. I blinked, trying to clear the haze.I shifted slightly. The ropes binding my hands and feet hurt my skin. My mouth was dry, and my stomach growled in protest.“Can I have some water?” I called out weakly.But there was no response.“Is anyone there?” I screamed.Still no response.“Ughhh…” I breathed out in frustration.Time seemed to blur. I had no idea how long I’d been here. Minutes? Hours? A whole day?Panic trickled in slowly—n
Chapter 95Jake's pov I checked my watch for the third time in ten minutes.Four hours.Four whole hours.I’d been sitting here, surrounded by wedding gowns and impatient whispers from the boutique staff, waiting for Andrea to walk through that door. But nothing.No call. No text. Nothing.My phone sat heavy in my palm, screen dim. I tapped it, then called again. Her number went straight to voicemail like it had the last four times. I ran a hand through my hair and exhaled slowly, trying to keep calm.Maybe she got stuck in traffic. Or maybe her mum dragged her into something.But something about this—this stillness—wasn’t sitting right.The boutique door finally opened with a jingle. I looked up, half-expecting to see Andrea, annoyed or flustered, maybe rolling her eyes at how late she was. But it was her mum.“Sorry I’m late,” she said, smoothing her purse strap as she walked in. “I had a few things to sort out. So, how many gowns has she tried on?” she asked with a smile as she go
Chapter 95When I opened my eyes, everything felt wrong.The first thing I noticed was the ache in my neck, a pulsing stiffness that crawled down my spine like ice. The second was the bitter sting of rope cutting into my wrists, binding me to the arms of a wooden chair. My legs were tied, too—--- -tight, I couldn’t move. My heart launched itself against my chest.Panic bloomed before I could stop it.Where the hell was I?The room was dim, too quiet. Cold air brushed against my skin—cement floor, no windows. There was a faint hum from somewhere above, like the buzz of a fluorescent light, but nothing else. No footsteps. No distant voices. Just… me.And fear.I tried to remember. The last clear moment was getting into that taxi—yes, I’d told the driver where to go, buckled my seatbelt. Then… the car slowing, a strange silence, and his hand—gloved—pressing something over my nose.A handkerchief.My blood ran cold.“Oh my God,” I whispered, the words scraping out of my dry throat. “No, n
Chapter 94I was already dressed for work when my Mum knocked on my door.“Andrea,” she’d said in that sugary tone she always used when she wanted something. “Darling, you’re not going to the office today.”I’d stared at her, halfway through buttoning my blouse. “Why not?”She smiled like it was obvious. “Because you have a wedding dress appointment. You’re getting married, remember?”Right. The wedding. The thing that now dictated my entire schedule.And just like that, I was “canceled” for the day.I didn’t argue. There was no point in doing that. So I changed into a more casual dress, trying not to roll my eyes every time I caught my reflection. I just wanted this wedding circus to be over. Honestly, at this point, I didn’t care what gown I wore. I’d walk down the aisle in a paper bag if it meant we could skip the drama and move on.As I adjusted the strap of my sandal, I heard soft footsteps behind me. I turned and froze.“Annabel?”She smiled gently from the doorway, her apron fr
Chapter 93 Andrea’s POV The past few days had been all about the wedding to-do lists and half-hearted planning. It wasn’t anything big—nothing fancy or extravagant. Just enough to keep up appearances. Cake tasting, picking color palettes, and finding a venue that wouldn’t give me a headache. My mom was more into it than I was. She’d pulled out her old wedding scrapbook and kept calling me at odd hours, pitching ideas I could barely pretend to care about. I played along, though. Smiled when I had to, and nodded when I didn’t want to. If it was left to Jake and me, we would’ve just gone to the registry and gotten married. But it wasn’t just about us. At least today, I could take a break from the whole wedding façade. Today, I was going back to work. The car ride was quiet. I had my window halfway down, letting the breeze hit my face as the city passed by in a blur. I wasn’t dressed like a bride-to-be—just a woman trying to feel like herself again. Sleek trousers, a button-up shirt
Chapter 93 “You’re lying,” I looked at Claire with disbelief.“I wish I was. I’m carrying your baby.” Claire placed her hand over her stomach like a damn crown jewel, head held high, daring me to speak.I took a step back, almost tripping over the leg of the chair I’d shoved earlier. My mouth opened, but no words came.She’s pregnant. With my child.My child.A part of me wanted to call it good news—hell, I needed an heir. I’d always planned to have one, just that the timing… the timing was wrong. Not when everything around me was falling apart, and Claire—Claire was slipping through my fingers and acting like a completely different person.“This… this isn’t the time,” I muttered, dragging a shaky hand down my face.Claire raised a brow. “Excuse me?”“I said this isn’t the damn time!” I snapped, my voice louder than I meant it to be. “I’ve got a million fires to put out, and now—this? You’re telling me this now?”“I didn’t plan the timing, Jason,” she said flatly. “I didn’t exactly s
Chapter 91Jason’s POVI couldn’t breathe.Not in the exaggerated way people say it—I mean it literally. My chest was heavy, like something was sitting on it, and no matter how hard I tried, the air just wouldn’t come.Andrea. Engaged. To Jake.The words kept hammering through my head like a chant. Like a curse. Every time I tried to shake it off, it came back—stronger, louder—choking the air out of my lungs.She ended the call. She hung up on me like I was nothing. Like I didn’t matter.I gripped the edge of the table, my knuckles turning white. The glass of whiskey beside me trembled with the weight of my shaking hand.She was mine. Mine.How the hell could she be marrying Jake of all people? Jake.The man I hated more than anyone walking this earth.The one person who had always tried to compete with me, outshine me.Jake always looked at me like I was beneath him.And now he had Andrea.No. No, this was a joke. Some twisted plan to get under my skin.Andrea is mine—and mine alone.