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Lexi's POV The car ride was quiet.Not the peaceful or restful kind of silence; no, this was the thick, aching variety, heavy with things left unsaid. I sat with my back pressed against the cool leather seat, my eyes fixed on the blur of lights outside the tinted window.We didn’t speak.Brandon sat beside me, his posture straight as usual. One hand rested on his lap while the other curled near his jaw as he gazed out the opposite window. His silence wasn’t new, but tonight it was different. It was measured, almost as if he were restrained.Maybe he was trying to keep himself from saying something he’d regret.Or maybe I was.The image of his father, Bernard Wilson, was still burned into my brain. He had stared at me as if he were carving me open with his eyes. His questions had been sharp and laced with judgment, while his wife struck me as a snake, nice on the outside but plotting something sinister on the inside, I knew her type having to deal with her type regularly. She smiled a
Lexi's POV I didn't think; I just acted. The second I saw the shadow out of the corner of my eye, the kiss just happened. My brain hadn't caught up yet, but now it had, and it was screaming that of all people to almost catch us mid-fight, it had to be him. I just hoped he hadn't heard too much. Silence. I didn’t move, but I was spiraling inside. Neither did Brandon. Bernard Wilson stood just outside the terrace door, flanked by shadows and judgment, his steel-blue eyes fixed on us like a hawk watching its prey. The air shifted the moment he spoke. The warmth of the kiss vanished, and even the chill of the night air seemed to retreat. “Father,” Brandon said, his tone as flat as polished stone. It was as if he had become even icier; I didn't think that was possible. “Enjoying the night air, I see,” Bernard replied, stepping closer. The door clicked shut behind him. I stepped back instinctively but not far. My pulse was steady. Barely. Bernard’s eyes flicked to me, slowly. He
Brandon's POV The camera flashes began the moment I stepped out of the car. I could hear them, click, click, click, one after another, like the rattle of gunfire. And in a way, they were. Each flash was a bullet, each question a landmine waiting to be stepped on. I turned to the other side of the car and took her hand, helping her out. Alexis stood beside me, perfectly still. Her hand slid into mine right on cue. She smiled, not the nervous kind of smile you’d expect from someone suddenly thrust into a world they didn’t belong to. No, she smiled like she owned the night. Her black dress shimmered under the lights, hugging her curves and baring her shoulders, dipping low across her back with a pattern that seemed drawn on her skin. There was a slit that cut dangerously high up her leg,but somehow, it still looked elegant. Her dark hair was swept into a bun at the base of her neck; she looked like she had stepped straight out of a magazine shoot. Even her makeup was flawless, with
Lexi's POV The dress clung to me as if it had been waiting its whole life for this night. I stood in front of the full-length mirror in my room, staring at a version of myself that I barely recognized. I had let the stylists and makeup artists do their work and told them they could leave, my sister could help me with the zipper and whatever is left, and when they finished, they left. The sleek black fabric shimmered under the soft lighting, and the slit rose dangerously high up my left thigh. The bodice was strapless, hugging my curves like a secret, and the back featured delicate sheer patterns that looked hand-drawn across my skin. This wasn't Brandon’s choice, the silver gown he had approved still hung untouched in the closet,but this…this was mine. Because if I was going to lie to the world tonight, I needed at least one truth. This dress was mine. The heels made me taller; I wasn't short in fact, at 5 '7", I was on the tall side, but the heels elevated me to at least 5' 9".
Lexi's POV The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting soft lines across the oversized bed. I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling. Sleep had come briefly after I left the balcony last night, around 3 AM. My body felt too alert, and my mind was still wrapped around last night’s rooftop conversation with Brandon. There had been something in the way he spoke so…raw, unfiltered, almost human. A flicker of emotion I hadn’t expected. And then, just as quickly as it came, it was gone. He had stood and left silently, without even a “goodnight.” He vanished into the penthouse like smoke curling through the air. Now, that same silence was back, pressing in from all corners. I sat up slowly, letting the quiet settle over me, before finally swinging my legs over the side of the bed. I checked the clock and saw it was 7:09 AM. Aria wasn't beside me as she had been when I came back earlier this morning. I guessed she woke up and went to her room to freshen up, or knowing he
Lexi's POV It was 1:08 a.m. when I finally gave up on sleep. The silence was too heavy, not the soft kind that wraps around you and lulls you into rest, but the cold kind. The kind that reminds you that you’re in someone else’s home, someone else’s world. It had been four days, and you would think I’d be used to it by now, but I didn’t think I ever would be. There were no crying babies, no arguing couples, no radio playing, no dogs barking. Who would have known it was possible? And being this high up, I couldn't even hear the cars that I was sure were still on the road. Aria was curled up beside me, asleep with the comforter wrapped around her like a cocoon. Her chest rose and fell steadily, and I watched her for a long moment. She’d been sneaking into my bed, and at this point, I should just tell her to sleep here from the start. She looked peaceful, thank God. But I knew the fear simmered beneath the surface for both of us. Careful not to wake her, I slid out of bed, grabbed one