Chapter 4
Everyone froze. Her father looked at her with surprised but kind eyes. Victoria,her stepmother, had the biggest frown on her face that it was laughable. Travis broke the silence by choking on his eggs.
“Are you okay?” Alice asked worriedly, handing him a cup of coffee.
“I'm fine.” He said,drinking a swig on the coffee.
“Careful. You may burn your tongue.”
This weird affection was strange but nice. He wasn't complaining but it was weird that she wasn't freaking out by seeing him and she wanted to get married too?
Everyone looked at them with wide eyes.
“Don't you think it's too early for you to get married? I mean you're only so-”
“I thought you were getting me who wanted me out of the house so soon, Mother. What's the need to pretend now?” Alice said with a sneer.
“Come on, Alice. Don't be like that. I only want the best for you like any mother would.” She said with faux gentleness.
“Mhm. Daddy, what's that tea you're drinking?” Alice asked her father, ignoring her stepmother.
“It's this blood pressure tea Victoria got from Spain the last time she went.”
“Is it branded?” Her stepmother's face hardened from the question.
“What was this stupid bitch up to now? Has she gotten smarter overnight? Does she know something?” Victoria thought sending a glare to Alice.
“No dear. I don't think so.”
“You should stop taking it. We don't know what it is or what is inside. It isn't safe.” Alice remembered that in her past life her father died abruptly and there were traces of poison. She suspected her stepmother was giving him small doses of medicine everyday for his organs to fail.
“I'm going now. Travis is going to drop me off.” Alice said rising up and moving towards the door with Travis.
Travis got in the back seat of the Tolls-Toyce in deep thought.
“Who was this girl? What had they done with the real Alice?”
“Do you want to go to the marriage bureau after school to get our marriage license? I carried my documents.” Alice said abruptly.
Travis was caught off guard yet again. He looked at her with smiling eyes. “Do you really want to?” He asked in a deep, sensual voice.
Alice's cheeks reddened as she answered shyly. “Yes I do.”
“I'll go ring shopping before the end of the day, then we can register the marriage.” He answered.
“Oh. That's better.” She said looking out the window with deep thought.
“Is she having regrets now? Is she thinking about that boy?” Travis thought angrily as he pulled her into his lap.
Alice gasped as she was pulled on the wolf's thigh. “Are you okay?” She asked him, looking into his eyes.
“Stop thinking about him.” He said angrily, his hand tightening around her waist.
“Thinking about who?” She said confusedly looking at him.
It finally clicked. He must have thought she was thinking about Grant.
“Your jealousy is so cute.” She said, pecking his cheeks.
“The only man I think of is you. No one else.” She said, pecking him again.
The rest of the car ride was in silence. The big bad wolf’s heart was sated and Alice sat on his lap nimbly until they reached closer to the school gate.
“Drop me off here. I don't want anyone to see me getting off such a high brand car. It'll draw too much attention.” She said looking at him.
He looked at her for a moment finally agreeing. “Okay.”
She got off the car,pausing by the door slightly then turning to give the wolf a big kiss on his lips.
“Bye.” She said smiling and running to the gate.
He looked confused. He touched his lips then smiled waving at the driver to continue driving.
Alice walked into the premises of the school,noticing other people's stares on her.
“Wow, who's she? Is she a new transfer student? She's so beautiful.” The people whispered.
“She's the most beautiful girl on campus. She's even more beautiful than Octavia.” Another voice whispered.
She ignored all the whispers going straight to her first class. When she pushed open the door. The noise hushed. There was no sound heard. It was like the class was frozen. She looked around for her chair, citing the last chair at the back with books heaped.
She moved to the chair, ignoring the stares.
“Who is she? Is she a new student? Oh my goodness? She's going to that ugly wench's chair.” Whispers sounded all around the class.
She pushed all the books to the floor,kicking away all the rubbish and settling down on the chair, resting her head on the table.
“E-excuse me.” A small voice called out by her side. She opened her eyes to see who it was, a cute girl with glasses. She remembered her from her past life. She was one of the people that were nice to her and tried to warn her but she ignored her. Her name was Nora.
In the future, she was an excellent script writer who was so popular but she married a bad man who beat her and later she ended up dead with her wrists slit in her bathtub. It was all over the news. She would try as much as she could to protect her in this life.
Nora was astounded by the pretty girl heavily staring at her with hooded eyes. Her cheeks reddened as she turned away, stuttering.
“Someone's sitting there and her name's Alice. You can get another side. You can come to the one near me. There's no one there.” She said shyly.
“She has a distinct personality and she's going to get really mad seeing you touching her things.” The whole class looked with surprise as th
ey saw Nora with Alice.
“I know.”
“You know?”
“Yes. I know because I'm her. I'm Alice.”
"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