Axel
The car glided through the streets of London under a drizzle that seemed to match my mood. The fogged-up window blocked my view beyond a few feet, a perfect reflection of how I felt inside—an entangled mess of doubts and emotions I couldn’t quite sort out.
The driver maneuvered with the quiet ease of someone used to transporting secrets, while Ettore, sitting in the front passenger seat, kept his eyes locked on the road, his profile as unreadable as a stone mask.
Kimberly was beside me in the back seat, but she might as well have been on the other side of the world. Wrapped in a black coat that swallowed her delicate frame and wearing sunglasses far too large for her face, she had built an invisible wall between us. We hadn’t exchanged a single word since we met in the mansion’s foyer—just a curt
AxelThe car glided through the streets of London under a drizzle that seemed to match my mood. The fogged-up window blocked my view beyond a few feet, a perfect reflection of how I felt inside—an entangled mess of doubts and emotions I couldn’t quite sort out.The driver maneuvered with the quiet ease of someone used to transporting secrets, while Ettore, sitting in the front passenger seat, kept his eyes locked on the road, his profile as unreadable as a stone mask.Kimberly was beside me in the back seat, but she might as well have been on the other side of the world. Wrapped in a black coat that swallowed her delicate frame and wearing sunglasses far too large for her face, she had built an invisible wall between us. We hadn’t exchanged a single word since we met in the mansion’s foyer—just a curt
KimberlyThe smell of fresh coffee filled the kitchen, but the bitterness on my tongue had nothing to do with the drink. My fingers trembled slightly as I scrolled through headlines on my phone—photos of me, of Axel, of that ridiculous moment at the stadium when he pointed at me like we were some epic love story."The hottest couple of the moment!" Kathleen read aloud, spinning her phone toward me with a smirk. "Look, they even made a hashtag. #Kixel. Terrible creativity, but congrats, sis—you’re famous now!"My stomach twisted, and I shoved my cup away so hard that coffee nearly sloshed over the rim."This isn’t a game, Kath. It’s a nightmare that keeps getting worse."My sister’s smile faded. She set her phone
AxelI jolted awake to the relentless buzzing of my phone on the nightstand. My eyes burned, and for a moment, I considered ignoring it. But the insistent vibration gave me no choice. I grabbed the device with an irritated sigh, still groggy from the night before.Messages. Notifications. Missed calls.The press had exploded."Axel Baumann Confirms Romance With British Businesswoman, Dedicates Goal to Future Heir!""Couple of the Moment: Soccer Star and Pregnant Exec Steal the Show at Stadium!""Passionate Declaration? Watch Axel Point to Kimberly After Decisive Goal!"I skimmed the h
AxelWhen the ball hit the net for the first time, a week's worth of tension dissolved in the crowd's roar. But it wasn't just the goal. It was the moment. The gesture that followed—pointing at her, at our child—had been automatic. My feet moved, my body reacted, but my mind was elsewhere.Kimberly.The truth was, Leonel's plan made sense. Pretending to be in a relationship. Calming the media. Protecting the baby. It was logical, practical... and utterly uncomfortable. I didn't want to hide behind some performance. Yet every time I glanced her way, something inside me shifted.The second goal came like a release. I needed to get it out of my system, even if it was just an act. I formed a heart with my hands—a cliché gesture, but effective. The crowd went wild, chantin
KimberlyI'd never felt so many eyes on me as I did that night. Following Leonel's instructions, we were all there in a VIP section of the stadium, surrounded by security, while reporters fought desperately to reach us.When we arrived, we were ushered straight to this exclusive area. Bodyguards had shielded us from direct contact, but the flashing cameras and shouted questions slipping through the cracks made one thing clear: I was the main attraction. A pregnant woman standing with the Baumann family, about to be officially presented as part of their powerful lineage. A carefully orchestrated spectacle.I stood my ground, even as my heart raced. I knew what was about to happen—or at least, what had been planned. Axel would make a public statement. Before the packed stadium, he'd announce we were together, that the pregnancy was s
AntonI got to the restaurant with a heavy head. It wasn’t my favorite place, but I needed a decent meal and a way to clear my thoughts—something I hadn’t managed even after spending the afternoon playing tennis at the club. Going home was out of the question. I didn’t want to talk to anyone. When I parked, I saw the scene that made my blood boil instantly: Pietra and Mirella outside, and Tony standing between them with that drunk grin I knew far too well. “What’s going on here?” I asked, stepping up beside them, my brow furrowed. Mirella turned to me right away, her eyes blazing. “You want to know what’s going on, Anton? Your friend here… this idiot… just insulted Pietra in a way that not even you would be cold enough to ignore.”My stomach twisted. I looked from Pietra to Tony and then back to Mirella. “What did he say?” I asked, my voice low but firm. Something inside me already knew I wouldn’t like the answer.Mirella stepped closer, her voice thick with fury: “He called he