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.”
Chapter 7Alina povI didn’t say a word as we pulled up in front of the towering glass building. Dante’s so-called "surprise penthouse review" had my brain reeling, but hell would freeze over before I let him see that. My jaw nearly unhinged at the sheer size and sleekness of the place. The sky reflected off the high-rise like a mirror, and I had to blink twice to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating.Of course it would be this grand. This is Dante we’re talking about.But no, I wouldn’t let the shock show on my face. I straightened my back, tilted my chin slightly upward, and tucked the awe somewhere behind my ribcage.We reached the penthouse entrance minutes later, and my eyes darted around, trying to take in every bit of the surrounding luxury. A smile teased the edge of my lips the moment I caught sight of the swimming pool—a shimmering grey pool, not the cliché blue. Strange. Unnerving. Elegant.But then something froze me.Just beneath the surface of the pool’s calm, grey sheen, I
Chapter 6Dante povThe silence between us was thick, and I could feel her eyes burning into the side of my face. I could see the way she wanted to speak—her mouth twitched, and her thoughts were like a parade of unwelcome questions. But I wasn’t in the mood for her probing today. I was still trying to shake off the unease that settled in my chest after seeing her earlier. Something in her expression, something in her silence had stirred a part of me I wasn’t ready to confront.I turned my eyes back to the window, pretending to be absorbed in the landscape blurring by. I wasn’t going to let her get to me. Not this time.Her voice finally broke the silence, light and casual, like she was asking for the weather forecast.“You knew I was going to ask.”I couldn’t help the small, sharp laugh that escaped me. “Alina, you’re simple to read.” I turned to face her, and my eyes locked with hers. She was playing that same game again, the one where she pretended to be uninterested, detached. But
Chapter 5: I woke up in Dante's penthouse with a sharp pain in my chest. I couldn't stop thinking about last night, including the fake smile on Camille's face, the flashing cameras and Barry's derisive eyes. I wasn't even sure which I hated more about him or myself or possibly both. The mattress was too supple. The air quality was too high. I was out of place here. The quiet drew me out of the guest room. The space was too large and too silent and it felt like I had been transported to Birmingham Palace in my dreams.If there was something I loved about last night, it was the shock on both Barry and Camille's face, they never believed I could move on quickly and Barry might have a cardiac arrest soonHe must be a joker if he thinks I would stick around begging him to take me back and I never knew he was this stupid that he hadn't even signed the divorce papers.Or maybe he wasn't stupid after all.Damn him.Fresh coffee and the expensive , sweet scent of leather and sandalwood fil
Chapter 4: Alina's pov That night I slept very little. I was having trouble processing the contract I had just signed and my thoughts were racing. One part of me wanted to laugh, another to scream and a tiny silent part to cry. But nothing would change if I cried. It was precisely at 6:00 a. m when my phone buzzed. Dante: The car is downstairs. Get ready.He said as if he already owned me, I gazed at the message and the audacious assurance in his words. I got dressed quickly wearing dark jeans, a white silk blouse and not much makeup. I had to appear gentle without being frail. Untouchable but beautiful. A woman who wouldn't recoil when she married a billionaire. It was a sleek, black spy-movie-type car. With a nod, a silent driver opened the door. Nothing to say, just a luxury. “Miss Alina,” he said courteously. I slid in after nodding back. Yes,now my name is Alina Thompson, the wife who was forgotten. This sister who was betrayed. But that is no longer the case. As we pul
Chapter 3:Alina's pov I entered the imposing glass structure that exuded wealth and power. It was icy, spotless and costly in every way. Blake was someone who commanded attention in every way, he was a no nonsense person and his family was said to be the richest, so I wasn't surprised at how beautiful the place looked like.But like a second skin I carried all three inside of me and it was the betrayal that hurt more than anything.“Mr. Blake is expecting you.” The receptionist said without raising her head.She pointed to a modern private elevator. I stepped in and nodded silently. I hardly recognized the woman who reflected back at me through the elevator doors. I looked taller and sharper with my bold red lips, black fitted dress and heels. But the truth was revealed by my eyes which were still burning with pain and were worn out and haunted. This is what I came back to after being away for two years. Lies, betrayal, heartache. My sister and my husband sharing a bed. I knew tha
Chapter 2:Alina's poI 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