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Her lungs were on fire.
Her legs moved, desperate, wild.
The sound of gravel against her foot resounded in her ears as she ran for her life.
The world blurred into streaks of streetlights and shadows as they sprinted through the deserted highway, the echo of Marcus’s body hitting the wall still pounding through her skull.
She still felt the heat of Alex’s hands pulling her away from that alley, from the blood, from the truth that had completed changed their lives in a single, violent instant.
Marcus, the kingpin’s son. The one man no one in this city was allowed to touch.
And Alex had killed him for her.
Sirens screeched somewhere behind them, slicing the night open. The cops and goons were gaining in on them.
“Alicia!” Alex shouted, his voice desperate as they veered off the road and got deeper into the forest.
Roots snagged at their feet. Branches slammed into their faces. But they kept running.
Alicia’s eyes locked on Alex’s outstretched hands. Only few feet apart.
She wanted to hold his hand. If she could just reach him. If she could just…just hold him. If she could…
The night exploded.
A gunshot tore the air open. Alex jerked as the bullet hit him. His hand slipped from hers, and for a horrifying second he swayed, eyes wide, still desperately trying to reach her.
Alicia’s eyes widened in horror as she watched the love of her life fall to the ground.
“Alex!!!”
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Seven Years Ago
The day it all began was a Monday.
Alicia Dickson had immediately shot out of bed, rushing towards the shower, almost slipping and falling from her rush.
Rrrrrrrrrng!!
The loud alarm clock kept blaring but she didn’t even have time to turn it off.
“Oh shut up!”
She had a very important appointment today and she had woken up late! An appointment she’d waited a whole year for!
“Oh my...oh my. How could I sleep this late?." she mumbled to herself as she stood in the shower bathing.
A beep on her phone. She tapped the receiver's end.
"Madam, calls are coming in. Detol would like us to be at the mall in ten minutes, ma." was the message on her screen.
“Shit! Can I really make it in ten minutes?”
She looked at herself in the mirror after dressing up, satisfied with her look.
A white tailored shirt, black pan trousers, and a well cut black blazer to match, Alicia smiled. She was good to go.
"Let them know I will be with them shortly. I might be a little late. Let the team be there before me. No excuses this time.” She replied to the message.
Alicia almost flew downstairs. She saw her parents eating breakfast together.
“Hey, Mom. Hey Dad,” she said, running past them.
“Aren’t you gonna take breakfast, honey?” Her mom said.
“No Mom, I’m running late!” she said.
“Not even a goodbye kiss?”
That won her over. She stopped just right at the door and returned. Her mom smiled mischievously as she kissed both Dad and Mom goodbye before running out.
“Good luck in your meeting!” Her dad’s voice reached her ears from inside.
“Thanks, Dad!” She shouted back.
She got into the car where her driver was waiting and said;
"Get me to the Kinder Mall in at least 5 minutes. Please."
She got to the mall a little after five minutes and flew out of the car like she was being chased. Checked her time. Three minutes late! Fuck!
Just as she was about to get into the elevator she bumped into someone.
“Oh!” She exclaimed as she bumped into the solid hard chest of a man.
The sound of papers scattering filled the air as they exploded from her hands, fluttering loudly as they scattered across the mall like a deck of cards.
“I’m so sorr—“
She was about to apologize but on looking up, the words died in her throat.
She frowned.
The tall man she’d bumped into stood above her with an expressionless face and cold dead eyes.
‘Why is he looking at me like that? It’s not entirely my fault!’ She thought, getting annoyed.
“Are you blind? You just walked right into me,” she heard herself say, unable to hide her annoyance.
He raised a brow;
“I’m pretty sure you are the one who wasn’t looking where you were going. The mall’s big enough for both of us if you’d pay attention.”
Her phone buzzed. The Detol team. God, they were waiting.
She had waited all year for this and had even skipped breakfast to be here on time and this guy here was trying to make her late for such an important meeting! The biggest meeting of her career!
“I don’t have time for this.” She said, scrambling to pick up the papers, her hands shaking more than she wanted to admit.
The man sighed and gestured to his bodyguards. She only just noticed he had two bodyguards with him. Must be some big shot.
The two bodyguards in expensive suits and black glasses came forward.
“Pick them up,” he ordered.
They both bent down to help but she grabbed the Documents from them and shot their boss a look that could’ve melted steel.
“You know what? Get your head checked. Seriously.”
She said and turned around, not waiting for his reaction.
“That prick,” she muttered as she walked, “What kind of arrogant bastard calls bodyguards to help pick up documents because they don’t want to? Does he think so little of me?!”
Just got up and walked as fast as her heels would let her, heart pounding so loud she could hear it in her ears. Behind her, she caught his voice.
“Hope I never see you again.”
Yeah. Same.
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The meeting lasted for three whole hours! Alicia smiled at the right moments, gave nods when she was supposed to, and delivered her presentation expertly.
The team loved it. They actually loved it. But she couldn’t stop thinking about that guy. Those cold eyes. That voice was like he owned the entire world and she was just some annoying obstacle in it.
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Later
Alicia landed with a thud on the bed. She was glad that she made the meeting or else...she would find that guy and make him pay.
Zara, her best friend, walked in with a red flowery dress. She had just added finishing touches to it.
"Who did you make this for?” Alicia asked suspiciously.
"You of course. Did your dad not tell you that he would be throwing you a party?”
Alicia rolled her eyes.
“You’re going,” Zara said sternly.
“Not happening.” Alicia fell onto her bed face-first. “Work is my life. You know this.”
“Yeah, and if you keep going like this, you’ll be forty by next year. Come on, one night won’t kill you.”
“I heard you. Doesn’t mean I’m going.”
But two days later, there she was. Standing in Dickson Hall with champagne glasses clinking around her and chandeliers throwing light everywhere like the room was showing off. Everyone looked expensive. The kind of expense you can’t fake.
And then she saw him.
Mall guy. Right there, watching her and standing like he belonged here. Same sharp features, same attitude probably.
“That’s Alex,” Zara said. “Wait, do you know him?”
Alicia felt her chest get tight. “What’s he doing here?”
Alicia didn’t wait for an answer. She stormed up to him, her legs carrying across the room faster than her brain could catch up and tell her this was a terrible idea.
The man noticed her coming. Took a slow sip of his wine. “You stalking me now?”
Alicia scoffed.
“Stalking you? This is my father’s party. What are you doing here acting like you run the place?”
“I was invited. Which is more than I can say for your attitude.” He put his glass down. “Maybe stop jumping to conclusions about people.”
“Are you calling me stupid right now?”
“Took the words right out of my mouth.”
“You—“ she fumed.
“Get a life. Because you need it. Desperately.”
He turned and just walked away. Like she was nothing. Like this whole conversation was beneath him.
Alicia stepped closer, about to follow him and show him a piece of her mind but Zara grabbed her and pulled her back.
“Leave me. Let me teach him a lesson,” Alicia protested.
“Okay, timeout. You can’t be embarrassing yourself at your own party right?”
“But that prick!”
“Calm down. And what the hell happened between you two? And don’t say nothing because that was not nothing.”
“He called me stupid and dared to tell me to get a life!”
She was still talking when a waiter bumped into her again, causing her wine to fall.
Glass shattered.
Wine soaked through her dress, cold and shocking. The whole hall gasped.
Great. Just great.
Margaret didn’t come at night. Margaret came at 7:03 a.m., when the sky was gray and honest and most people were still pretending the day hadn’t started. She didn’t knock. The locks turned with a key Alicia didn’t know she still had. Alicia was in the kitchen. Alex was by the front door, already awake, already waiting. He’d slept in shifts, gun legally registered and locked in a safe, but within reach. Neither of them had discussed it. They hadn’t needed to. Margaret stepped inside wearing cream silk and pearls, like she was late for a charity board. Her eyes swept the apartment—Alex by the door, Alicia by the counter, no Aiden—and landed on the flash drive still sitting on the dining table from two nights ago. “Darling,” she said to Alicia. “You look tired.” “You need to leave,” Alex said. No heat. Just a fact. Margaret smiled at him. “I own half of this building, Mr. George. Through three different LLCs. I don’t leave places I own.” “You don’t own her,” Alex replie
Margaret Dickson didn’t raise her voice when she was angry. She raised her standards. By 8 a.m. Monday, three things happened. First, Alicia’s studio landlord hand-delivered a notice. _Lease under review due to “zoning compliance audit.” Vacate in 30 days if violations are found. There were no violations. There never were. Second, Aiden’s pediatrician called. We're so sorry, Ms. Dickson, but we’re over capacity and have to refer you to another provider. Effective immediately. They’d been his doctor since birth. Third, Ms. Hendricks from CPS requested a second home visit. Just procedural. Given recent media attention and new information received._ New information. Alicia read the email three times, then set her phone face-down and went to throw up. Alex found her on the bathroom floor twenty minutes later. “Tell me,” he said. No preamble. She told him. He didn’t curse. Didn’t punch a wall. He just went very, very still. The way he used to look before he destroyed
The invitation wasn’t accepted. It was acknowledged. Chris replied at 2:17 a.m. _Your place. Cute. Bringing the bodyguard. I’ll bring an appetite..Alicia read it once. Deleted it. Then deleted it from her trash. Alex didn’t sleep after that. He sat at her kitchen table with his laptop open, legal docs on one screen, security camera feeds on the other. By 6 a.m. he had three former Marines rotating outside her building and a restraining order draft that would never hold against Chris but looked good in court. “You need to rest,” Alicia said, setting coffee beside him. “So do you,” he countered, not looking up. “I’m not the one about to walk into a boardroom that wants his head.” Alex finally met her eyes. “Let them want it. I’m not giving it to them.” Keith had texted him four times. He hadn’t opened any of them. The fifth text came at 7:31 a.m. Board votes at 10. They’re pushing for temporary removal as CEO. Citing ‘erratic personal conduct affecting company stabili
The home visit was scheduled for Thursday. Two days away. Alicia wrote it on her calendar in black ink, underlined it twice, then stared at it until the letters blurred. Forty-eight hours to prove she was a fit mother to the child she’d raised alone for four years. Forty-eight hours to sanitize a life that had never been dirty to begin with.Alex found her scrubbing the baseboards at 11 p.m. “Alicia.”“I know.” She didn’t look up. “It’s late.”“It’s already clean.”“It can be cleaner.” He crouched beside her, took the rag from her hand. Her fingers were red, raw. She didn’t fight him. “They want to see normal,” he said quietly. “Not perfect. You don’t have to bleed for them.”She let out a breath that sounded too much like a sob and pressed her forehead to his shoulder. Just for a second. Then she pulled back. “Aiden can’t see me like this,” she whispered. “He won’t.”But he did. The next morning, Aiden stood in the kitchen doorway watching Alicia repack his backpack for the
Alex slept on Alicia’s couch that night.Not because anything dramatic happened.Not because either of them said it out loud.It just felt wrong for him to leave.He lay there staring at the ceiling long after the apartment had gone quiet, listening to the refrigerator hum, the distant siren somewhere downtown, the soft rhythm of a city that didn’t care who was falling apart inside it.Alicia hadn’t cried.That worried him more than if she had.She’d moved through the apartment slowly, methodically—locking doors, checking windows, smoothing Aiden’s hair as he slept. Like if she kept her hands busy, her thoughts wouldn’t catch up.Alex wanted to say something useful.He didn’t.He watched instead. Memorized the way she pressed her lips together when she was thinking too hard. The way her shoulders stayed tense even when she sat down.At some point, she paused in the doorway between the hallway and the living room.“Are you still awake?” she asked quietly.“Yeah.”She nodded. “Good.”T
The pressure didn’t arrive all at once.It came in pieces.Alex noticed it first in the way doors stopped opening easily.A meeting with the energy board was “rescheduled indefinitely.” A funding partner asked for additional compliance reviews that hadn’t been necessary before. An old ally suddenly wanted everything in writing.Keith didn’t say anything.That worried him more than if she had.By noon, his legal team was in his office, faces tight.“This isn’t random,” one of them said. “Someone’s pushing quietly.”“Who?” Alex asked.They exchanged a look.“Hard to say. But whoever it is has leverage. And patience.”Alex already knew the answer.Alicia felt it differently.More personally.She was leaving Aiden’s school when a woman she didn’t recognize approached her.“Well,” the woman said lightly, adjusting her sunglasses. “You must be Alicia.”Alicia stopped. “Do I know you?”“No,” the woman replied. “But I know your mother.”Something inside Alicia went cold.“She wanted me to pas
Alicia sat in the passenger seat, watching the buildings in Alex’s estate blur past.Alicia was a rich heiress too yet she had never stayed in such a luxurious house setting.“This is too much.”“It’s secure. That’s all that matters right now.”The car pulled up to the front entrance. Modern archite
“Someone has to. And right now, doing nothing is worse.”She wanted to argue. But he had a point.“Fine. But I get to see it first.”“Deal.”After dinner, Aiden crashed hard. All the excitement wore him out.Alicia was tucking him in when he asked, “Mummy, why are those people taking pictures of us
Alicia pulled back first, breathless and dizzy.“We shouldn’t have done that.”“Probably not.” Alex’s voice was rough. His forehead rested against hers. Neither of them moved away.“This doesn’t change anything.”“Doesn’t it?”She finally stepped back, putting distance between them. Her lips still
Alex was in the middle of a conference call when his office door slammed open.Leah walked in like she owned the place. Which, technically, she partly did.“We need to talk.”Alex muted the call. “I’m busy.”“Unmute yourself and tell them the meeting’s over.”“Leah…”“Now, Alexander.”He sighed and







