Gina's POV
Our kiss deepened, as Alex ran his hand through my hair, letting the full wavy length fall on my shoulders.
My mind clicked, reality setting in at once. I pulled back from Alex, staring at him in both disbelief, shock and disgust.
“I'm sorry. You…I…didn't…shouldn't have…Oh my God, what just happened?” I said, running my hands through my hair.
“You're drunk? Why are you drinking?” He asked gently.
“It's none of your business.” I breathed out, staggering to the door. I lost my balance for a moment and almost tripped but he gripped my arm carefully.
“Be careful. You might injure yourself. Come on, let me help you.” He put his arm around my waist, pulling me close to his body as we walked out of the restroom until we were outside the building.
His fresh scent of lavender filled my nostrils as we walked. I couldn't help but stare at his facial features. He is strikingly attractive.
His sharp jawline could cut glass and his ever deep blue eyes seemed to bore into me. His lips…soft and full, almost crushed mine.
I was lost in admiration of this man who I'm meant to get married to tha I didn't even realize that he was talking to me.
“Gina…answer me.” he said, giving my hand a little squeeze.
“Oh…what did you say?”
“You were lost in thoughts. I was asking if you came alone. Do you have a driver or anyone to take you home?” he asked, his face void of any expression.
“No. I came alone. I needed some fresh air. What are you doing here anyway?”
“I needed fresh air too. I'll drive you home. Are you okay with that?” Alex asked, a tiny smile creased on his lips.
“Thank you very much, Alex. I had a pretty rough day.”
The drive home was a quiet one as we both pondered on what the future held for us.
…..
The wedding date was fixed. In a week time, I'll be legally married to Alex Blackwood and my name would be changed to Regina Saxton Blackwood.
I didn't know how to feel about that, but bearing the ‘Saxton’ name, made me feel powerful, sort of.
According to Lawyer Jenkins, after the wedding and formalities, a formal introduction would be done at Saxton Headquarters. This is where I would be introduced to the Board of Directors.
I just can't wait to be in charge of the company. My thoughts drifted back to my previous marriage and how I was treated badly.
Julian and Lily would be shocked to their bones to see a new person. I couldn't help but imagine the look of sock and trepidation on their faces.
I smirked at the thought.
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(A week later)
The wedding day
As the morning sunlight streamed through the window, I stood before the mirror, gazing at my reflection, taking in every detail of my exquisite wedding attire.
The wedding gown was a masterpiece a big, silver gown laced with precious stones that sparkled like diamonds in the morning light. The gown's fitted bodice was adorned with intricate beading and embroidery, while the full, flowing skirt flowed down to the floor.
Around my neck, was a glittering diamond necklace, its central stone a flawless, 20-carat emerald-cut diamond surrounded by smaller, brilliant-cut diamonds. My ears were adorned with chandelier earrings made of diamonds and precious stones, their delicate drops sparkling like fireflies in the morning light.
My hair was styled in a beautiful updo, my dark locks swept up and secured with expensive-looking hairpins that glittered with diamonds and rubies.
As I gazed at my reflection, I couldn't help but feel like a princess. With a deep sigh, I turned away from the mirror, ready to begin my journey down the aisle and into an arranged married life.
I stood at the altar, my gaze fixed on Alex, standing beside me. Alexander Blackwood, a man I had met a few times only, yet was now bound to spend the rest of my life with.
The ceremony proceeded without much ado, the words of the officiating priest ringing in my ears.
As Alex's eyes met mine, I felt a shiver run down my spine. His expression revealed nothing – no emotion, no warmth, just a cold calculation.
The officiant's voice brought me back to reality. "Do you, Regina, take Alexander to be your lawfully wedded husband?"
My lips moved, the words tumbling out automatically. "I do."
Alexander echoed the vows, his voice lacking emotions.
The exchange of rings felt like a transaction, sealing our fate.
The reception that followed was a blur of forced smiles and polite conversation. We took pictures with his family and friends where I forced myself to flash beautiful smiles and give lovely postures.
As the night wore on, my resolve hardened. I would make the most of this union. Using Alexander to climb the ladders of success and get what I want, then divorce him afterwards.
After the reception, I and Alex departed for our honeymoon suite, a lavish penthouse overlooking the city. The silence between us was palpable, punctuated only by the soft hum of the elevator.
Alex poured himself a glass of scotch, his movements fluid and calculated. "Welcome to our new life, Regina."
My response was a forced smile. What is going to happen next?
“You can sleep in the bed while I stay on the couch. We'll stay here only for tonight before heading back to the house.” he said.
“Alright. I'm exhausted already.”
“Heard you were previously married. What happened?” Alex asked, his hands deep into his pockets.
“It is complicated. And I don't wish to discuss it yet.” I said ruefully.
“I demand to know. At least if I must put a show before the public that we are happily married, I should know everything about you.”
I let out a deep sigh in defeat. He's right.
“Alright, he betrayed my trust. Connived with my stepsister and stepmom to poison me and kill my unborn child…” I swallowed hard as the memories rushed in again.
“What the fuck? That is too vicious! Hope you had him arrested?” Alex quizzed.
“No. But soon enough, I will. He divorced me and I left the house immediately.”
“What about your family, your parents, what did they do about this?” He asked gently.
“I have no family left. I lost my Mum when I was eleven and my Dad died last year. I'm the only child of my mum before my Dad remarried. My grandfather was the only family I had but he just passed away.”
He took my hand in his, giving my fingers a little squeeze.
“You're married now, Gina. Hopefully, we have become family.”
“You and I know the reason why you consented to this marriage. You want my grandfather's name and wealth.”
“Same as you. You want your grandfather's name and wealth. Is that not why you returned to him?” His question pricked a nerve inside of me and I could feel a morsel of anger brewing.
“Alex, don't get ahead of yourself.” I warned.
“You are very beautiful, Regina. From the moment I saw you that night at the charity gala, you looked so attractive.” Alex said in a husky voice, running his hands down my hair to my neck.
It felt like an eternity as we were just staring at each other. Then, he cupped my face in his hands as he drew in closer for a kiss. I closed my eyes as his face came very close. I could feel his breath now.
In the next instant, his lips were almost touching mine. His fingers tunnelled into my hair as he brushed his thumb tenderly over my cheeks.
“Goodnight wife. We have a long day ahead of us.”
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Gina's POV There’s something sacred about peace—not just the absence of chaos, but the quiet fullness of a life hard-earned. I used to wonder if I would ever know such a feeling. Now, sitting in the sun-drenched solarium with my daughter giggling in my lap and Alex stretched beside us on the chaise, I know I’ve found it.I’ve found home.And it didn’t come wrapped in the perfect package or with a roadmap. It came in storms and secrets, in compromise and conflict, in tear-streaked nights and breathtaking mornings. It came in the arms of a man I never expected to love. And in the eyes of a child who showed me how to live without fear again.That’s why I decided to write it all down.My story.Our story.At first, it started as therapy. I needed a way to untangle the knots left behind by everything that had happened—the contract marriage, Victor’s threats, the courtroom battles, Evelyn’s truth, and the secrets buried deep within the Saxton legacy. But the more I wrote, the more I realiz
Gina's POV We named her Seraphina.The moment I held her in my arms, I knew there was no other name that could ever fit. She was born from fire and softness, from struggle and grace. And as she blinked up at me with those curious hazel eyes, so much like mine yet startlingly like Alex’s, I felt my heart permanently tether to hers.“Seraphina,” I whispered against her soft cheek, brushing a kiss there. “You’re going to change everything.”****Weeks passed in a blur of midnight feedings, lullabies hummed through tired lips, and soft coos that echoed down the estate’s halls. Alex and I were exhausted, but blissfully so. Our world had narrowed to a singular, perfect focus—her.The estate, once a symbol of looming uncertainty and painful inheritance, had become our sanctuary. But I didn’t want it to be just ours. My grandfather’s name had been dragged through courtrooms and sullied by lies. I wanted something different—a legacy rooted in healing, not conflict.That’s how the idea for the
Gina's POV The nursery smelled like fresh paint and baby powder, soft sunlight streaming through the white lace curtains that fluttered slightly in the breeze. I sat on the rocking chair near the window, my hand resting over my growing belly, which had become more prominent with each passing week. I was just seven months along, and though I felt constantly tired and achy, I also felt an overwhelming sense of love swelling inside me—more than I thought was humanly possible.Alex had just left for a quick meeting with our lawyer to finalize some estate documents. Evelyn was downstairs preparing her herbal tea mix that she claimed would "bring me peace of mind and smooth sleep," and Lana was folding tiny baby clothes in the corner of the room. It was a quiet morning. Too quiet.I shifted in my seat, rubbing my belly as a sharp ache shot up my spine. I winced but brushed it off. Pregnancy was full of strange sensations—this had to be just one of them. But a few minutes later, the ache r
Gina's POV The courtroom was colder than I remembered, its marble walls echoing the low murmurs of conversation, the clicking of heels, the scratching of pens. I wasn’t physically there—I was still confined to my bed—but through the live stream set up on my bedside table, I watched everything unfold.Alex sat at the front beside our lawyer, composed and confident in his tailored navy suit. Beside him, Evelyn, dignified in a modest beige dress, clutched a worn leather folder tightly in her lap. Her hands trembled slightly, but her eyes held the strength of someone ready to face the ghosts of her past.I pulled the blanket tighter around me, my heart pounding. This was it.“Court is now in session,” the bailiff announced.I gripped the edge of my blanket. This wasn’t just about reclaiming the estate anymore. It was about reclaiming the truth—our family’s truth. It was about protecting our baby’s future from a man who had threatened everything we held dear.Victor sat across the room, a
Gina's POV The room was silent except for the steady ticking of the antique grandfather clock that stood tall near the window. I lay in bed, propped up with an array of soft pillows, my hands gently resting on my growing belly. The sun had barely risen, but I hadn’t slept. My mind buzzed with anxiety, thoughts turning in endless circles.Alex had been pacing the hallway since dawn, talking to lawyers and strategists, his voice hushed but urgent. I could feel the weight of our reality pressing down harder with each passing day. The threat Victor posed wasn’t just legal anymore—it was dangerous, personal. And with each letter from Evelyn, each scrap of evidence we uncovered, the stakes only grew.I had never imagined a world where my family’s legacy could turn into a battlefield, or where protecting my unborn child would mean playing dangerous games of deception and strategy.When Alex finally stepped into the bedroom, his face was pale but determined. His suit was pressed, his tie per
Gina’s POV The morning sunlight filtered gently through the gauzy curtains, wrapping the living room in a soft golden glow. The sound of waves crashing against the distant shoreline was like a lullaby to my anxious heart, and for the first time in days, I allowed myself to relax. I stretched slightly on the couch, my swollen belly cradled by pillows, and let my eyes drift lazily across the pages of the book I was reading.Lana sat just behind me, carefully running a wide-tooth comb through my tangled hair. She was gentle—always had been. Her hands worked through the knots in slow, practiced strokes, humming quietly as she did so. It reminded me of childhood days, when my mother would brush my hair and talk softly about her dreams and regrets. It brought a strange sense of comfort, even amidst the chaos of recent events.“Lana,” I murmured, closing my book and glancing over my shoulder, “would you mind getting me a glass of water?”“Of course,” she replied warmly, setting the comb dow
Alex's POV The courthouse smelled of polished wood, nerves, and freshly brewed coffee. A place where truth was supposed to hold weight—but truth, I’ve learned, is fragile in the face of men like Victor Wells.The judge’s voice echoed in the courtroom as the proceedings began, stern and unwavering. I sat at the front bench beside our attorney, Mr. Langdon, a seasoned man with sharp eyes and a mind like steel. Beside Victor, his legal team looked smug—too smug for someone who hadn’t even seen the real documentation yet.Gina should’ve been here with me. She would’ve sat tall and poised, even in fear. But the doctor’s orders had been clear: strict bed rest. No exceptions. Not when her life and our baby’s were on the line.Just the thought of her curled up at home in bed while this circus played out made my jaw tighten. I was here not just as a husband—but as her voice, her shield, her sword.Victor looked every bit the conman he was, wrapped in a tailored gray suit and arrogance. He sat
Gina's POV “He claims to be Martin’s son,” Evelyn said. “My grandson. Your cousin, Gina.”The room tilted slightly.“Claims? You're not sure?” Alex asked, cutting in.“That’s why he’s claiming the estate,” I said slowly. “Because he believes it’s rightfully his.”“Yes. But he doesn’t know the full truth. He doesn’t know what Wilson planned. And he certainly doesn’t know that I kept every letter. Every piece of proof.”“And yes, I'm not sure”, Evelyn continued, throwing us into further confusion.My son, Martin, never told me about his son. I know he had a child some years back but I never met him. Surprisingly, this Victor Wells, has the resemblance of Martin. I suggest you carry out a DNA test to be sure if he's from our lineage. That will give you all the answers that you need, because if he isn't, a court case wouldn't be necessary.’She slid a box across the table toward me. “It’s all here. Letters, photographs, even legal documents Wilson sent me but never filed. They’ll be enou