Chapter 3
This has sealed the deal. Alice had been replaced by some sort of alien who was holding her captive in a warehouse because what was she saying? Travis thought quietly to himself.
“Life's too short to not take risks. Let's just get married now. Today even.”
Travis looks at her confusedly. A glimmer of home in his eyes but a faint trace of anger.
“Are you not kidding?” He asked her.
His deep voice travelled through her ears making her feel like she was in her own romance book. The thought of it made her shiver with anticipation.
“I am being very serious. As serious as aardvark.” She put a finger over her chest looking at him solemnly.
“Aardvarks are dumb animals.” He said finally.
“Oh they are?” She asked with furrowed brows. “ You do get my point.”
“Elliott.” Travis calls.
“Yes sir.” Elliott suddenly appears in the doorway of her room like he hadn't been eavesdropping on their conversation since and taking sly glimpses.
“Please book an appointment with the therapist. Along with a full body scan with an added brain CT scan as well.”
“Okay sir. I'll do that at once.” He closed the door and began to go down the stairs.
“So you think I'm crazy?” She folded her arms and looked at him with annoyance.
“I didn't say that. You may have suffered a fall you can't remember and I'm just making sure you're safe.”
“That's not true. I didn't fall and I don't have a concussion. I am physically and mentally okay.”
“Mental illnesses don't necessarily show until it's too late.” He said quietly.
“Great. You think I'm insane. What do you think I'm going to do next? Bite your hair?”
“Will you?”
“What?”
“Will you bite my hair?”
She huffed and tried to crawl out of his lap. His hold tightened on her waist.
“You're going nowhere.”
“Oh you'd rather carry a crazy woman on your lap?” She frowned at him.
“You're not crazy.” He said,looking at her deeply.
“Whatever you say.”
Her phone buzzed,telling her she had a voice message and it began to immediately play. It was Octavia and her sickly sweet bubblegum voice.
“Hii. I hope the big bad wolf didn't hurt you,Ali. Grant said he was coming by to school to take you out for that Valentine's Day. Cover up and say you're coming for studies in my dorm. I'll dress you up. Bye love you.”
The room's air thickened with tension.
“Big bad wolf huh? That's a very creative name.” He says dryly.
“You've got it all wrong.” She said quickly looking at him and the phone.
“You just said all this to lower my guard so that you can go on your stupid date with that boy.” He said angrily. He said the word boy with so much spite.
“No,It's all a misunderstanding.”
“Make me understand then.”
“We were never together. It was all a silly joke to make you jealous.” She blurted out.
“Excuse me?”
“Yes. That's why you used to get all those stupid texts and ambiguous pictures and I always used to do outrageous things so you would get even more jealous.” She said in a rush. She knew about the texts because when she was in the cell Octavia blurted out she was the one who used to send those things to his phone to make him angry and he would get even more possessive and then she would in turn do more dumb things.
In her past life, if she could remember clearly. Valentine's Day was coming up and Grant would take her on a date where pictures would be taken of them in the restaurant after she told him she was studying for her finals. He got so mad that he put her in his house and she took her finals there and had no way to go out until she threatened suicide a few times and he released his hold on her.
“So you're saying it was a joke planned by you?” He looked at her in disbelief.
“Yes. I mean a joke planned by only me. I don't know what my stepsister is doing instigating things like this. I didn't even plan anything like this. I don't know why she would tell me such.” Alice said self righteously.
“So you don't love that boy?”
Again using boy like it was a derogatory word. “No silly, for someone who built a multimillionaire company and several others from the ground. You sure act dumb sometimes. Grant is just a silly admirer of mine. When you're as beautiful as me,” She said, flipping her hair. “People just want to talk to you.”
“Now let's go for breakfast.” She said planting another kiss on his cheeks and moving out of his lap to push his wheelchair.
“You don't have to. I can do it myself.” He said.
“I insist.” Alice pushed the wheelchair down the stairs, wondering why he kept using it even when he could walk properly. But that wasn't something he needed to know that she knows right now.
She paused him to the dining table and moved her chair close to his and began to pile his plate with food.
“That's enough.”He said but she wouldn't listen.
Until she was satisfied she continued to fill his plate till her father finally came with her stepmother to the table.
“Daddy dearest.” Alice smiles heartily at her father, moving from her seat to peck his cheeks.
He looked at her in severe confusion. “ Alice, you looked different today.”
“Don't I look good Daddy?”
“Yes you do.” He smiled at her,kissing her cheeks too.
She totally ignored her stepmother going to sit by Travis.
“Daddy the finals are coming.”
“I'm aware. That's why your sister moved to the dorm. Do you want to do the same?”
“Oh no daddy.”
“Okay. That's fine. Do you need anything?”
“Can Travis drop me off?”
“Yes-”
“No,it's not right for a young girl to be alone with a man especially when she's at an age where her hormo
nes are rising.” Her step mother cut in.
“But Travis isn't any man. Right after the finals. We're getting married.”
"Don't you dare hit my wife," Travis said, his voice low and sharp as a blade. "Or you'll find yourself behind bars with the rest of them. I won't hesitate." Alice's father froze mid-motion, his hand trembling in the air. The fury in Travis's eyes wasn't just anger—it was a warning. "You would have me arrested?" he asked, as if the idea was inconceivable. "In a heartbeat," Travis replied, stepping forward until they were nearly nose to nose. "You think I care who you are? No man lays a hand on Alice. Not in my presence. Not ever." The tension in the room became thick, suffocating. Alice stood behind her husband, her breath caught in her throat, her mind spinning. The image of her father about to strike her—it had nearly happened. Again. And this time, someone had stopped him. Her father looked between them, something ugly passing through his eyes. "You've changed," he said bitterly. "You've become insolent. D
It all seemed like a crazy fever dream. There was a girl, claiming to be her sister in her house who also said that her mother was alive and for some reason, she believed her?"So you're telling me she isn't dead and the woman I have mourned for years isn't my mother? The grave I go to every three years isn't hers?""Yes. Isn't that wonderful? I'm alive and she's alive. Yay," she said, throwing her hands up in the air and putting them down awkwardly as she noticed no one shared the same sentiment."Why are you here? Why didn't she come for me? Why?" Alice asked all at once, her mind a whirlwind of confusion."Relax. I'm here to answer whatever you may need. It was too dangerous for her to not be dead, and you were in a safer position to be here than to be with her. She didn't have the means to take care of a baby, let alone a child and a toddler. She did what she had to do. She's not at fault in all this. Please don't get angry at her. Please, for
Years ago..."You can't do this to yourself. You told me you were done with him. You said you weren't seeing him anymore," Caroline said, her voice echoing."You cannot tell me what to do!" Victoria shouted."I can tell you what to do if I see some things you're doing don't just make any sense. He's not good for you, and you know it. Dan is dangerous company.""Since when do you know what's good for me? For years and years, I've lived in your shadow. Why can't you be more like Caroline? Why are you like this when Caroline is like that? Sweet, little, perfect Caroline!" she spat, her voice laced with anger."You know I don't think like that. We shouldn't care what people say. They're always going to talk—again and again.""You don't get it, do you? You stole my life! You stole what was supposed to be mine!""What the hell are you talking about?" Caroline asked, confused."You stole him away from me. You stole And
"Octavia, she left the hospital today—and she's not paralyzed. She's still okay.""What? That's not supposed to happen. He assured you that she would be either dead or paralyzed, and now you're telling me that she's not even brain dead?""She didn't look like it. She's perfectly okay."Octavia screamed. "Is there anything he can do perfectly? He can't even get rid of tabloids properly—and now this? He messed up! Each and Everytime, you ask him to do something,he doesn't do it properly. He always leaves gaps.""He always messes everything up," She said, picking up items from the showroom."I think Travis is onto us," Victoria added, her voice laced with worry."I understand that he's crazy rich, but there's no way he's going to get any real information. We're safe. You have to quit worrying.""Just be careful, Octavia. You may have to go off-grid, just in case anything happens.""I can't go off-grid, Mom! I have
The warehouse was a place where the world went to forget.It sat at the edge of a dead road, choked by weeds and strangled ivy, hemmed in by chain-link fences that had long since given up on keepin g anyone out. Its roof sagged, heavy with rust and time, and the broken sign above the main loading door bore only three legible letters: "C—O—R".Inside, time had slowed to a crawl.Pillars of dust swayed gently through the sun-shafts leaking in from above—sunlight fractured through shattered panes of glass in the ceiling, casting a kaleidoscope of dull gold and rust-red onto the cracked concrete floor. The air was thick with the scent of old grease, cardboard rot, and forgotten sweat. Somewhere high in the iron skeleton of the ceiling, pigeons cooed and shuffled, unsettled.Stacks of crates formed uneven walls throughout the massive space. Some were burst open, their contents half-spilled—tangled wires, rusted gears, frayed documents. Old tarps flappe
"You're back," Alice said softly, a smile breaking through the still-healing tiredness on her face.Travis paused in the doorway, the sound of her voice wrapping around his heart like a warm blanket. "I told you I would be," he said, pushing his wheelchair in slowly, locking eyes with her. "I can't stay away too long. You know I get separation anxiety."She chuckled, her hand reaching out slightly from under the covers. "Is that what this is? You looked more like a man worried someone was stealing his wife's pudding.""Pudding theft is serious business, Alice," Travis deadpanned, but his lips were already curving upward. "And I happen to love my wife's pudding."She rolled her eyes playfully. "God, I missed your ridiculousness."He wheeled closer to the bed and took her hand gently in his. "I missed your everything."A silence settled between them, soft and comfortable. Her fingers curled slowly around his."How was work