LOGINChapter 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.”
Chapter 28 Alina POVThe car ride was quiet, but not the suffocating kind of silence I’d known before. Dante didn’t fill it with idle chatter, nor did he drown it out with music. He simply sat there beside me, his presence enough to stretch the quiet into something steady. His hand never let go of mine. Not once.My eyes wandered out the tinted window as the city blurred past. Towers of glass, steel, and ambition rose high, glinting against the morning light. I knew Dante belonged to this world. He wore it like armor, breathed it like oxygen. I, on the other hand, felt like a stranger in borrowed skin.“Breathe,” he murmured, without looking at me.I turned, startled. “I am.”His lips curved faintly, but his gaze stayed forward. “No, you’re holding it in. Like you’re waiting for the ground to disappear under you. Stop.”I didn’t argue, though my throat tightened. I exhaled, shaky. He squeezed my hand once, wordless, and it grounded me more than I wanted to admit.By the time the car
Alina POVThe first thing I felt when I woke up wasn't sunlight,it was warmth. I blinked my eyes open. Dante’s chest rose and fell beneath my cheek, steady, grounding, the kind of rhythm that could lull me back into sleep if I let it. His arm was slung loosely around my waist, heavy with exhaustion, but not crushing,just holding, just keeping me where he wanted me.For a moment, I didn’t move. I let myself linger, my fingers brushing lightly against his shirt, listening to the way his heartbeat thudded beneath skin and fabric. It was faster than sleep should allow. Maybe he wasn’t fully under either.I tilted my head, studying him in the faint gray light filtering through the curtains. His hair was a dark tangle against the pillow, his jaw rough with stubble, his mouth soft in repose. He looked younger like this, stripped of the edges and fire he carried in the daylight.My lips curved despite myself. He would hate knowing I thought he looked gentle.Carefully, I shifted, untangling
Chapter 26Alina POVI sat across from Dante, watching him fold in on himself, his elbows pressed into his knees, his face hidden in his hands. His damp hair fell forward, dark strands curling against his temples. He looked less like the sharp, commanding man he carried himself as in public and more like something rawer, smaller.For a moment, I wanted to let him sit there. To let the silence punish him. But another part of me,the part that still reached for him in the dark, the part that still clung to him when the world tried to pry us apart,rose up.I crossed the room slowly, my bare feet whispering against the floor. When I reached him, I stopped, standing just in front of him. He didn’t lift his head. He didn’t even flinch.“Dante,” I said softly.He gave no answer.I bent, lowering myself until I was kneeling before him. My hands reached for his wrists, pulling them gently away from his face. He resisted at first, but then his arms dropped, heavy and defeated, and his eyes met m
Alina POVThe ride home was quiet. Dante’s hand was tight on the steering wheel. His jaw flexed with every turn, his eyes locked on the road like he was afraid to look at me. I leaned against the window, my head pounding from all the crying, though inside I wasn’t as broken as I looked. My chest still burned, but not from grief. From fury. From the thrill of watching Barry finally stumble under the weight of my words. He deserved it. Every second of it.The car stopped in front of the house. Dante killed the engine but didn’t move. His hand stayed on the wheel, knuckles white. I waited for him to open my door like he usually did, but he didn’t. He just sat there, staring straight ahead. His silence crawled under my skin.Finally, I pushed the door open myself and stepped out. The night air felt cold and sharp against my damp cheeks. I walked up the steps, heels clicking too loud in the stillness. When I reached the door, I heard his door slam shut. Heavy footsteps followed me.Inside,
Chapter 24Camille POVFor a moment, I swore the kitchen tilted under me. My hand tightened on the counter edge until my knuckles burned white. Barry’s words sat there between us, jagged and raw, refusing to make sense.Is George truly the father of the child? The echo of tires screeching, of Elizabeth’s scream, slammed through me again. My stomach twisted until bile licked at the back of my throat.“What did you just say?” My voice was too thin, stretched like glass about to shatter.Barry dragged a hand through his hair, his eyes red-rimmed from a night without real sleep. He looked frantic, not sharp and calculated the way I was used to. His shirt was untucked, his tie tossed onto the table, his pacing uneven.“I said—” He stopped, his gaze snapping back to me, suspicion flashing there again. “Why are you so… shocked?”I swallowed, throat tight. My mind ran circles, trying to knit the pieces together before he could. If I said the wrong thing,if I let him see too much,it would all
Chapter 23Camille POVThe silence in the lot was suffocating. My ears still rang from the impact, from the crunch of Elizabeth’s car folding in on itself like it had been made of paper instead of steel. Even with the engine off, I could hear it — the echoes of glass raining onto asphalt, the scream that had died too quickly.I sat there, motionless, mask discarded on the passenger seat, my hands pressed against the steering wheel until the leather bit into my palms.I should’ve felt something more than this emptiness. Relief, maybe. Victory. Something sharp and clean to slice through the thick fog that had been choking me since last night. But all I felt was the endless beat of my heart, like a drum counting down to something inevitable.My phone buzzed again. This time it wasn’t Barry. A news alert flashed across the screen.BREAKING: Collision in Downtown District. Woman trapped inside vehicle, emergency services on scene.I clicked it open with trembling fingers. The photo was gra







