-- Alexander --The email arrived at exactly 10:47 PM just before I got to sleep that night. Nothing in the sender and nothing in the subject. Only a set of digits as an address and one attachment. I knew better than to open anonymous files, but there was something about the whole situation that prompted a warning in my gut. I had a pretty bad feeling.I clicked on the file nonetheless, my curiosity at the highest peak.A PDF appeared. Offshore accounts, a large amount of money moving in and out, transactions that were not mine, but were tied to my name, my company, my personal financials. The numbers were mind blowing, enough to suggest I was laundering cash on a global scale.My fingers tightened around the mouse. Someone was trying to bury me alive.I pushed back from my desk and grabbed my phone, dialing Jerry as fast as I could.I knew it. I knew I'd given Jax too much time. To plan. To think. To be on the move.Jerry picked up.“Jerry." I breathed, hands clenched into fists. "We
-- Alexander --The morning light showed from beneath the curtains as I drifted through restless sleep and then my phone began to ring, completely pulling me from my uneasy slumber. I didn't have to look at the screen to know who was calling. My mother had never been known for her patience."You're late." She scolded the second I picked up the phone.I looked at the clock and closed my fist around the sheets, queezing tight. "It's not even eight o'clock yet. We agreed on eight." I tried not to sound angry. I guess I failed."You should be early. Leo is up and he wants you now. Don't make him wait."I felt something in my chest. Maybe warmth. Or maybe relief. Leo couldn't wait to see me. I didn't realise how much I missed him. "I will be there shortly."The call ended before I could do it myself or say anything else. Classic Margaret. At least she didn't sound angry, so that was a plus.With that, I got off bed and took a cold shower, heading out of the house as soon as I was all dress
-- Grizelda --The comfort that surrounded me was a false sense of security. For half a second, my mind was free, and I felt wonderful, maybe even safe.Then it all rushed back to me like a train hitting a brick wall.The kiss.I opened my eyes. I couldn't breathe. I gripped the sheets like they were a saving grace in the sea of emotions threatening to drown me.I kissed Alexander back.A hideous sound escaped my mouth. Was it a snicker, or a bitter laugh? My fingers moved against his so easily. They didn't hesitate. My hands gripped the material of his shirt like I needed something to hang onto and not to let go.Pathetic. Stupid.I sat up, and put a hand to my forehead as if I could wipe away the memories. I could still feel my heart pounding in my chest, which was truly making me sick to my stomach.How could I let this happen?I threw the covers off of me and got out of bed. I paced around the room. Every step that took me forward was consumed with irritation. I made a promise to
-- Alexander --The instant Grizelda left, the room was quiet. I could feel my heart pounding as I couldn't stop thinking about how she tore herself away from me as if I was a hot coal that had burned her. Maybe I was. Maybe after everything, I had become a flame she no longer wanted to be burned by.I rubbed my hand down my face and breathed deeply. It wasn't too long ago that I had convinced myself that I no longer cared. That I had lost her for good and was going to swallow it that way. And it was for no other reason but some sense of pride that I was too stubborn to admit I didn't have. But tonight, with the sensation of her lips still vividly remembered against mine, I was forced to accept the facts, coldly crashing down on me after being ignored for so long.It was not that easy to let her go.I clenched my jaw, turned around and returned to my study. I poured myself a drink but although I gulped it down my throat, the fine liquid was unable to untie the knots in my stomach. I r
-- Grizelda --The night was wasting away and yet sleep hadn't come. I pushed the chair in the room next to the window and sat on it, staring out and above into the sky, staring at the stars. I wondered if I stared at them long enough and tried to count them, then it would make me tired and have heavy eyes that would make me eventually willing to fall asleep.I tried not to think of anything in particular, apart from the stars above, and how beautiful the sky looked. It was sad that I had to do this just to fall asleep. I had no idea this place would affect me that much. The only thing my body had to benefit from it was having no opportunity to skip meals and then being allowed to go right back to bed after that and doing absolutely nothing.So maybe my body was indeed recovering from the absence of stress. But definitely a slow recovery because I doubted my mind wasn't stressed. Which would affect my body too, even if just a little bit.I sighed but then a knock sounded on the door.
-- Alexander --Grizelda sat with us for breakfast. Lucy, Spencer and I. Lucy was always relentless with her death stares, but as usual, Grizelda always ignored them.After breakfast, I followed Grizelda up the staircase, my pace slow and deliberate. She made it seem easy by maintaining an even pace, but I definitely saw the tension in her shoulders, the way she balled her hands into fists at her sides. She knew I was right behind her, and she hated it.So, it was nice to see her take her frustration out on her bedroom door, sharply turning, her back against it, and blocking my entrance. "What do you want?" Her tone was low.I held her gaze. Her eyes were dark and unreadable. "Well, you didn't asnwer my question when I asked over breakfast." I said simply. "I want to help you with work while you recover. Face it or not, you need my help."She let out a sharp, bitter laugh. "I need your help?" She folded her arms across her chest defiantly, lifting her chin. "Like I've been needing sin
-- Grizelda --It felt as if the silence wrapped around me like a stifling blanket.Once again, I was unable to sleep. I was sprawled on the large bed, my attention practically glued to the ceiling. It became something that repeated almost every night. Either I found it hard to sleep or I woke up in the middle of the night and found it hard to fall back asleep.There was so much on my mind. I hoped Leo was alright in Margaret's house.And then there was still Vicky's betrayal. The hot disappointment I felt for Jax. My parents. How they would react when they found out about Vicky. And Jax. The Williams company. The much work I still had to do in Vicky's absence.But most of all, the fact that it was still hard to stay comfortably in Alexander’s house because it was nothing like the way it used to be when I once called it home. Alexander's mansion was now a place I felt trapped, no matter how much I tried to find comfort in the cage.Sleep wasn't coming. I felt very tired and my body ac
-- Alexander --I was surprised when Leo ran up to me and said, "Daddy! Will you please take me to see your mother now? I want to visit her today."My heart literally flew up to my throat and got stuck there. I had been sitting in the living room, settled there to focus on watching TV, and Grizelda was there, passing by when he'd decided to hop in front of me, blocking my view and throwing the words straight to my face.I felt myself halfway from having a heart attack. I turned to see her reaction, but she simply looked at me then looked away while she also walked away.Does that mean she approved?"Yes, I told Mom and she said yes." Leo grinned at me as if reading my mind. Then he picked my hands up while he still stood, blocking my view and I still sat and yet, he didn't reach my height. "She's my grandma too, isn't she? I want to spend some time with her. Maybe a couple of days. Maybe a week!"He was saying it like it was something so fun to talk about and I swallowed. "Y–Yeah. Are
-- Grizelda --I felt restless, although it was time for me to sleep. Everywhere reeked of past memories. Memories I never ever wished to revisit.The framed painting on the wall made everything worse. I was unable to sleep, unable to think clearly as it triggered past events to flutter in my mind and it made me all the more scared to close my eyes and fall asleep in such an uncomfortable state, lest I dreamt of the old times I spent with Alexander Kingston as my husband then. I couldn't afford to think about the past or even dream about it.I had nothing to do with the past anymore and I had no reason to revisit it. What was in the past was in the past. I had come a long way into the future now, where things were different.There was no us anymore. Hence, there was no need to be reminiscing on the days we were.I raked my fingers through my hair out of frustration and sat upright on the bed. Nothing was helping.This was ridiculous. I couldn't take it anymore. I decided to stand up