Chapter 2:
Alina's po
I nursed a cup of coffee as I looked out of the window and wiped my eyes for the umpteenth time. I watched the city below and envied the peace enveloping it.
Ever since I watched that damned video my heart had been hurting. My eyes were dry from crying so much and I thought that there was nothing left to lose. But I was mistaken. What the receptionist had said kept ringing in my ears again and again.
She was not mistaken, she knew what she was saying.
My attention was drawn to my phone screen by a gentle chime. Barry Thompson sent me a message.
My heart immediately skipped a beat.
He emailed me but why?
Did he know that I was back?
Bracing myself I opened it slowly.
And it read:
Alina. I am forwarding the divorce documents that have been signed. If you could complete your end as soon as possible Camille and I would be grateful. I hope the course was worthwhile.
— Barry.
The words made me blink rapidly , documents for a divorce?
Did he know I was back?
I know I didn't tell him because I was planning on surprising him but this email was too sudden and now I was the one receiving the surprise Instead.
I bit my lip tightly suppressing a scream. Maybe he was confused as I had hoped, maybe she finally told him lies about me, maybe this was a fake or something .
He had already decided. She had been his choice. I paced around the room and tossed the phone onto the bed. Pain gradually transformed into rage as my fingers combed through my hair. Then like a flashbulb I remembered a quote my father had used before he passed away.
Just make sure you are married or engaged if you ever need the family inheritance.They can't defraud you that way
I finally stopped pacing.
That was true. We might be married and he might be thinking that getting married to me and then divorcing me would get him a fortune but he was mistaken. I didn't need him to return to me. I needed my inheritance. For years I believed that my greatest strength was love but now revenge might be even more beneficial. I checked the time. Nearly seven o’clock from what I had heard tonight was the engagement dinner that Camille and Barry were throwing.
I had previously seen it on social media—so public, so proud. I knew that they weren't expecting me. But I would be there . And I would enter with the appearance of a woman they couldn't break. A long black gown with gold embroidery, a gift from a designer friend I met while studying abroad, was in my suitcase when I opened it.
With each stitch on it that whispered power and hugged my body in all the right places.
At exactly 8 p. m, I got to the venue and as I walked in, some heads turned, a few whispered and a few appeared taken aback. Then I saw them.
Barry and Camille stood by the champagne tower, they looked flawless and really seemed to be in love.
As soon as Camille's eyes locked with mine she froze. Her stupid smile faltered and Barry's looked as confused as anything.
“I thought I would be invited but I wasn't.” I said calmly . “But since I'm still technically family I figured I'd still come.”
Camille repressed a chuckle. “You returned so quickly? I thought you would be staying overseas longer.”
“I was.” I replied. “But I've heard that I overlooked something crucial.”
Barry's mouth tightened.
“You have no right to be here.”
I grinned.
“Are you worried I'll spoil the joyful scene?”
Camille hissed under her breath. “ Alina. Please, don't make a scene.”.
“You already did,” I said steadily. “ I was in my hotel bed when I was graciously given access to a video of you two.”
Their faces lost color.
“ You were away for two years.”.Barry yelled.
“ What were your expectations? Freeze time?. I expected loyalty or sincerity,” I said. “But, it's alright. I have the divorce papers signed already. My inheritance is the only reason I'm here.”
Camille chuckled a little. “You're just resentful and you think anyone will give you that now?”
I shifted my attention to Barry.
“You are aware of the clause. Betrayal or marriage? Of the latter I have proof. Or should I play the video now?”
I sensed the tension in the air even though those around us were acting as though they weren't listening. Barry gave a sly smile.
“You're bluffing.The court will not uphold that clause. You possess nothing.”
“ Try me.” I said calmly and smiled sweetly at them.
He took a step toward me and tried to smile but the sides of his mouth shook.
“You're in dire straits.”
“No,” I replied, maintaining eye contact. “I'm done being an idiot.”
Camille stood between us. “Lina you're making a fool of yourself.”
I examined her from head to toe. “Amusing. When I saw you on top of my husband that's what I thought.”
Her face flushed red as she gasped.
I wanted more drama but they were too shocked to give it to me,my heart was thumping with adrenaline as I turned and left.
Leaning against the wall I let out a deep breath outside the ballroom. I had gone up to them. I didn't shatter. I needed a plan though. That inheritance was important to me.
And I needed a person who was experienced in handling snakes like these.
I took my phone out and went to contacts. Dante Blake. My finger lingered over his name, I had once refused his proposal but I needed him now. I made a call. He answered after two rings. He purred in a deep voice .
“Alina Ross. You finally called, what a miracle.”
“I really need your help.”
A pause.
“What went wrong?”
“I lost everything,” I answered. “I'm going to retract everything now.”
Alina POVBy the time I got home, the sun had dipped low enough to spill gold over the building across the street. My heels clicked in the hallway like punctuation marks, sharp and deliberate. Elizabeth’s voice was still in my head—bright, manic, and looping over “Barry won’t see it coming” like a broken song.I slid my key into the lock, pushed the door open, and—silence.No Dante. No deep, steady breathing from his study. No low hum of music he sometimes played when he was working late. Just the faint scent of his cologne lingering in the air, stubborn as memory.I dropped my purse on the console table and toed off my shoes, flexing my sore feet. The quiet pressed around me in that way that made every movement sound too loud.Fine. If he wasn’t here, I’d find him.I padded into the kitchen, twisting my hair out of its ponytail as I went. The fridge door hissed open, spilling cold light over my hands. I pulled out vegetables for dinner—cherry tomatoes, fresh basil, pasta I could thro
Alina POVThe night after the blow-up with Dante felt like it lasted a year.I’d fallen asleep in my clothes, half-curled on the far edge of the bed, my hand throbbing from gripping that stupid shard of metal. Dante hadn’t said a word after my last scream—just sat there, watching me, like he was waiting for me to run out of fuel. Eventually, I had. I hated that he looked so calm while I felt like my veins were on fire.When morning came, I needed air that didn’t taste like arguments.The shower was too hot, almost scalding, but I stayed under it until my skin flushed pink. Then I pulled my hair into a tight, high ponytail, swiped some lipstick on like war paint, and grabbed my purse. No note for Dante. No breakfast. Not even a glance at him if he was awake.The driver dropped me in front of a luxury boutique whose window displays were practically whispering you don’t belong here. Not that I cared. The glass doors parted with that faint whoosh and the scent of leather, perfume, and ex
Chapter 14George POVThe second the door shut behind Rosemary, I could finally breathe.Not much, just enough to keep from chewing through the inside of my cheek.Barry was still by the window, staring out like he was trying to burn a hole through the glass. His shoulders were tight, his jaw working like he was grinding down whatever words he wanted to throw at me.I didn’t blame him.Hell, I knew exactly what I’d done the moment I sent that text. The “pregnant” one.The one that made him rush down here like the building was on fire.And yeah… it was dirty.But you try sitting in an office with Rosemary shrieking like a parrot on amphetamines, threatening to “ruin” you in every way imaginable.If I’d told Barry, “Hey, she’s here yelling about money again,” he would’ve texted back “Handle it” and gone back to whatever argument he was having with Camelia.But tell him someone’s claiming they’re pregnant with his kid?You get the man in fifteen minutes flat.I scrubbed my palm over my f
Barry POVBy the time I pulled into the parking lot, my knuckles had gone pale around the steering wheel. The engine’s growl died, but my pulse didn’t.The moment my foot hit the pavement, I could feel eyes on me.Not the casual “oh, boss is here” kind. This was heavier. The kind of stare people give when they’ve already decided they’re going to whisper the second you pass.The security guard at the door actually froze with his mouth half-open like he wanted to greet me, but I guess his brain decided against it. Smart man.I pushed through the glass doors.The air inside felt… loaded. Like someone had sprayed the scent of gossip through the vents.Staff were everywhere—some pretending to work, others not even bothering. Every face tilted toward me just enough to be obvious.One of the interns—tiny girl with glasses—quickly ducked behind her monitor like I had a sniper rifle instead of a phone in my hand.“Morning,” I said flatly.No one answered. Not even the fake cheerful “good morni
Chapter 12Barry povThe morning sun cracked through the blinds like it had a vendetta. Sharp rays sliced across the floor, highlighting every damn thing wrong with the space.I stepped out of my room, barefoot, shirtless, and already irritated. My eyes dragged down the corridor, past the crooked photo frame Camelia kept promising to fix, to the living room that looked like a scene from a low-budget apocalypse.Cushions on the floor. A throw blanket tangled in a mess. Empty snack wrappers lounging like they paid rent.What the hell?“Camelia?” I muttered under my breath, my voice laced with confusion more than anger—for now.I moved toward the dining table. No scent of toast. No fried eggs. No coffee.Just a lonely jug of lukewarm water sweating beside a damn plate of sliced apples. Two slices. Like she thought I was some starving hamster.I stared at it like it might rearrange itself into an actual meal. My heart thumped faster than I liked. A joke? Maybe. But I wasn’t laughing.I sn
Chapter 11Alina povI brought out my sleeveless lace top, dragging the baggy jeans out of the hanger. In the middle of pulling it out, my finger twisted between the fabric and the hook. The pain shot up so fast that I gasped. My face twitched, my eyes widened as the sting hit deep."Damn," I muttered under my breath, rubbing my finger, trying not to cry over something so stupid. I was still snickering at myself when I suddenly felt a hand slip around my waist."You have to be careful next time. Not everything around you reminds you of him," Dante’s voice whispered, his lips barely an inch from my ear. His breath was hot, too hot. I froze for a second, my heart pounding.I closed my eyes, the ache in my hand forgotten. His words hit harder than the pain. Not everything reminds you of him. The betrayal that lived at the back of my mind came storming to the front again. My ex-husband’s lies. My sister’s laughter. Their wedding. Her dress. My empty hands.I snapped. I slapped his hand of