Winston’s POV Killian was pants down. In my guest room with my own maid?! I didn’t shout. I didn’t blink. I simply stood there, staring at him like the fool he was Killian saw me first. His eyes widened in horror. “Dad!” He shrieked and had the decency to quickly shove the girl away and pulled up his pants. "It's not what you think, wait…”The girl gasped and scrambled off the floor, grabbing at her clothes.I stared at my son.The same son who just begged for my help. Who cried about missing his wife. Who had me spend over a million dollars to create a romantic fantasy for a woman he clearly never deserved.I was beyond disappointed, I felt like punching him in the face. “What the hell is wrong with you?” I asked, my voice ice-cold.“Dad, for real, It’s not what you think—”“It’s exactly what I think.”My hands were shaking with rage. What would the world think if I punched my son? I had to hold my anger. Killian didn’t love Sansa. I knew that. Somehow I knew it. Who planned a
Sansa’s POVThis was all I was worth. I sat on the edge of my new couch, if you could even call it that, surrounded by half-unpacked boxes and a lingering scent of fresh paint. The studio apartment was small, almost claustrophobically so, and the air inside was stale. It wasn’t home.Not yet.Maybe not ever but this was all I could afford. I wrapped my arms around myself and stared at the chipped coffee table the movers had just assembled. My things, what little I had left after Killian drained me dry, were stacked against the walls. I hadn’t even hung the curtains yet. I didn’t know how to. Killian always hired someone for that.A loud thump from upstairs made me flinch.The movers came down the stairs one by one, their boots clunking on the narrow steps. One of them, the taller guy with a grease-streaked shirt and a kind face, looked at me apologetically. “Miss, the bathroom sink’s got a bad leak. And the kitchen plumbing’s...well, it’s seen better days.”I sighed, closing my
Sansa's POV Where was he taking me?Why the blindfold?I asked myself those questions repeatedly, my legs trembling slightly. The car had been moving for what felt like an eternity, and the soft hum of the engine wasn’t helping calm the storm inside me. I didn’t know if it was fear or excitement or both.“Stop it,” Winston’s deep voice suddenly broke through the silence beside me.I jerked at the sound of him. He was so close. Too close. I could feel his warmth radiating through the space between us, the nearness of his body made me feel unnamed sensations in my belly.“Stop what?” I asked shakily.“Stop biting your lips. Unless you want me to help you.”His voice was teasing.Help me? Was he threatening to kiss me? I should have been mortified. And yet, I purred at the sound of it, clenching my thighs instinctively. How could just a few words do that to me?“Where are you taking me?” I asked again, needing something, anything to distract myself from the way my body reacted to him
Sansa's POV Oh my goodness! I was thrown over his back like I didn't weigh more than a rag foll. He only chuckled. “You really thought I’d let you limp the rest of the way? Relax, Sansa. I’ve got you.”And strangely, I wanted to believe him. But I was too stubborn to. “Let me down!" I yelled as I felt the air whoosh around my face. I could feel cold breeze on my thighs and I wiggled up cover myself. His rough palms suddenly landed on my ass and I gasped. “Stop moving," he warned. Did anyone see that? What would they think?Was he seriously abducting me? It felt more like that by the second. Where was the soft spoken, gentle and kind man I'd met on the plane. This version of Winston Wolfe was both infuriating and enough to make e girl horny. “Let me down!" I yelled but he didn't listen. We walked for a few more minutes and then finally, I felt his arms clutch my legs and drop me on the floor, steadying me. The soft tug of silk around my eyes fell away, and I finally blinked
Sansa’s POVThis was a fucking show! I could feel my face reddening with anger. How could he do this to me? Propose? Marry him again? I was barely surviving the nightmare we'd called a marriage and he said we should remarry? “Why can't you sign the div—" I wanted to say the words but they stuck to my throat. I was going to be the bitter wife that didn't want to accept a kind gesture. That's what the media would say. That's what he wanted them to think. “Never mind, I'm out of here,” I mumbled anI turned away from Killian with every fiber in my body trembling as the entourage of cameras followed me like a swarm of locusts. They were shouting my name, flashes of the speed light nearly blinding my eyes, and all I could think of was “how did it come to this?” How did a perfect day get so ruined? How?! “Miss Vale! Just one look!” One of the reporters called after me. “Mrs. Wolfe! Are you leaving your husband?” “Miss Sansa,” she paused. "Can we address you as Miss Vale? Are yo
Sansa's POV I was going to die. I was going to die in a dark studio apartment in the middle of nowhere with nothing but ruined makeup and high heels in my hands. Those were my thoughts as I whipped around to face the figure in my apartment. I stared right into the face of a masked man. Judging from the length of his hair and his build, I knew it was a man. But who could it be? “Please," the word slipped out of my pups helplessly as I looked at the figure. Did he have a weapon? Was he going to kill me? Kidnap me? But the figure didn't talk, he just continued to draw closer. There was nothing here but cheap furniture. Could I defend myself with a couch? Very unlikely. Goodness, I didn't know what to do. I was lost. “What do you want?" I managed to croak out with what little courage I had left. I was practically shaking in my shoes. I couldn't breath, I was hyperventilating. “I have lots of money, you just have to tell….tell me…what you want,” I was shaking now. I couldn'
Winston’s POVThe hum of the hospital machines was the only sound in the room, reminding me that every breath Sansa took now came with pain. She looked so small in the bed. Pale. Frail. Like a porcelain doll nearly broken. I couldn’t stop staring at her. Sansa, my daughter-in-law, lying there unconscious, her skin almost translucent beneath the fluorescent lights. *When did she get so pale?” I hissed, upset. There was a bruise on her temple and a scratch on her cheek. Her wrist was bandaged, and her bottom lip was slightly cracked from the fall. Those lips. The ones she bit every time she was confused or nervous. A habit that left my trousers tight. Goodness. I should’ve gotten there sooner. I sat beside her, fingers trembling slightly as I reached for her hand. It was warm. Just as I touched her, she stirred a little and mumbled incoherently. “You’re safe now,” I murmured, brushing a strand of hair away from her forehead. “No one’s going to touch you again. Not while I’m
Sansa's POV I don’t remember waking up as much as I remember the sound of his voice. He sounded like a cold winter evening. Llow, sharp, and commanding. Winston.The thought of him reminded me of what I could never have no matter how much I longed for it or him for me. He was my father-in-law. Father-in-law. I had to remind myself once more. The thought of Killian left me disoriented and I clutched Winston's arms as he sat beside me on the hospital bed. “No. I don’t want to see him,” I whispered, my throat dry and my chest aching as I tried to sit up. The sharp pain that spread through my side made me wince.“Easy,” Winston said instantly, his hand catching mine before I could push myself further. “You’re okay now, Sansa. You’re safe. I’m here.”His voice was like a balm. Soothing. I leaned against him without thinking. His body was warm, his scent familiar, woodsy and expensive. He anchored me when everything else felt like it might fall apart.“I was afraid,” I murmured, c
Sansa’s POVMy eyes almost fell out of the socket. What did she just say? I coughed, sputtering on the table shamelessly. “Are you okay?" One of the kids asked as he handed me a paper towel. “Are you alright, dear?" Eleanor asked and pretended like she didn't know why I'd almost choked on the pork. “I'm fine," I mumbled, clearing my throat. Winston at least had the decency to look mortified “Wouldn't you like that?" She purred right into his eyes. I could see his jaw tighten from across the table. “Stop it, Eleanor," he hissed. It was the voice of a strained tiger. Almost like he was barely holding it in. Even I felt a shiver run down my spine from the table. But Eleanor wasn't affected, she just laughed at him. Like he was throwing a joke and not warning her with his sneer. “You know,” she said, glancing at me with a smirk before turning to Winston, “we used to eat like this every evening. Just the two of us. With a little something extra for dessert which we'd lick off
Sansa's POVDamn. She was stunning.Tall, elegant, and dressed like she’d just walked off the cover of a fashion magazine. Her cream coat clung to her figure perfectly, and those ridiculously high stiletto heels clicked against the marble floor loudly. Announcing each step she took. Her hair was swept into a sleek chignon, not a strand out of place. She looked expensive, sexy, classy and wealthy. I stared, feeling about three inches tall. The shock on Winston's face said everything I needed to know, this wasn't some old flame or a distant memory. This woman meant something. Something deep and relevant. “Eleanor," he breathed her name. Just the same way he often did mine. Before I could speak, before I could even breathe, she walked toward us. Her eyes barely flicked in my direction. Almost like I was invisible. Like I didn't exist. Then, like a scene from some dramatic soap opera, she leaned in and kissed Winston on the lips. Full on the lips. Not a peck. A kiss that lingered.
Winston’s POVI looked at her. She was amazing. All my boardroom members were dumbfounded. They couldn't talk. “I think she's right, we will adopt this idea and work with our old partners,” the director said and looked at me. "What do you think, Mr Wolfe?" I nodded. “She has the final say." Sansa looked nervous and shy as she sat down. The meeting passed with me looking at Sansa all through. How could she be so smart and Killian didn't even realize that. She was an asset and I would certainly pitch her a partnership again. Soon, the meeting was over, I shook hands with the executives and we both walked out of the building. I had another meeting in the city in a few hours and I was bringing her along too. But as soon as we stepped out, we ran into him. Killian.And he wasn’t alone. His lawyer stood by his side, briefcase in hand.“What the hell are you doing here?” I asked.Killian’s smile was wide. “I’m here to discuss the divorce.”I stepped between Sansa and Killian, one h
Sansa’s POV When I had the willpower to get out of the shower, I decided to put the images of Winston out of my head. “Fine, if he won't touch me, it's fine!" I hissed loudly. The pencil skirt hugged my hips as if it had been stitched onto my skin. I hadn’t planned to look like this, not for a simple visit to Winston’s office, but when I glanced in the mirror, wearing just the fitted skirt, a v-neck blouse that was almost too sheer under direct light, and black stilettos that clicked like a warning on the marble floor, I realized I looked dangerous. My hair was pulled into a quick bun and wore a layer of red lipstick and mascara. I wasn't in the mood to play dress up. This was more than enough. With a deep inhale, I stepped out the front door, and there he was, Winston Wolfe, leaning against his luxury black sedan, his dark eyes set on me with the kind of look that could melt ice. The world had looked at me before. Men have admired. Women have judged. But Winston, he stared at
Sansa's POV I stood there, trembling, fists clenched by my sides as my chest rose and fell. The door had slammed behind Winston like thunder as he stormed out, making me jerk. He was angry. But damn him! He didn't have the right to be angry! He had no right. How could he make me feel like this?I hated the way my skin still tingled where he’d stood too close. I hated how my body betrayed me every time he was near. But more than anything, I hated how much power he had over my emotions."I hate him," I muttered, pacing the room, my feet stomping into the rug. "He’s impossible! Arrogant, condescending and manipulative!"My voice rose with every word until I was shouting, my fingers tangled in my hair in frustration. "How dare he order me around like I’m some child? Like I don’t have a say in my own damn life!"I spun around, feeling my eyes burn as tears threatened to fall. Goodness, Winston was turning me, a heiress, to an irrational teenage girl! "He ignored me! Lied to me! And
Winston’s POV The moment she walked away from me in that hallway, her palm still stinging on my cheek, the memories returned. I stood frozen, dumbfounded by her words. "Go kiss Imelda." What the hell was she talking about?I strode back to my room angrily. How long would she take liberty of the fact that I liked her? Slapping me?! But this wasn't just about Killian. No, she thought I'd been with some maid. “Goodness! What does she take me for?!" I hissed. Imelda?Her name lit a fuse in my brain. Suddenly, I was back in my bedroom the night before. The memory from the previous night was still foggy. I couldn't recall everything that had happened but I was sure as hell that I couldn't have done anything stupid. Could I? I could clearly recall her offer of whiskey. But she'd brought just one glass. For me. I wouldn't dare let a maid into my room talk more of drinking with me. I was just trying to be polite and to also ask about Sansa. I could recall she told me Sansa didn't
Winston's POV I woke up with a banging headache. I couldn't feel my own temples and my legs were a little shaky. I couldn't recall how the night went. All events seemed to blur together in a messy mix. “Damn, I need some Aspirin," I sighed heavily. But first, I needed some caffeine in my system. Throwing on a white robe, I slowly made my way to the bathrobe, washed my face and stared into my red eyes in the mirror. With a sigh, I headed to the dining room. Maybe whiskey last night wasn't such a great idea. I felt like a train had run me over. As soon as I entered the dining room, I noticed her. Sansa had a presence that felt like balm. I could just stare at her and feel calm, soothed. But this morning, she was quiet. Withdrawn. “Hello,” I said. Sansa hummed a reply and didn't bother looking up. Her gaze never once lifted from her plate. She sat down at the far end of the dining table, the space between us long enough to fit a car. Why was she so far off? No one ever s
Winston's POV Killian stormed out of my estate like a tantrum-throwing child. How did he know? Who gave him the pictures? Was this related to the blackmail I received at the hospital? “Damn it!" I swore angrily, “I should have done something when I got those pictures!" But then, Sansa was my priority. She still is. I had to make sure she was saved and sound before going after some cheap blackmail. I stood by the window of my study, watching the tire marks his car had left on my driveway. This was his home. But he'd abandoned it years ago. Why was he so obsessed with the same woman he wanted to bury just a few weeks ago? My jaw tightened in irritation. He had the audacity to waltz in here, accuse me like a rabid dog foaming at the mouth, and dare to threaten the one person under this roof I had no intention of giving up.Sansa.My eyes drifted toward the west wing, where I knew she was resting. Still recovering. The thought of Killian barging into her peace like that made me e
Sansa’s POV Killian knew about us. He knew exactly what we'd done and I wanted to vanish. I wished the ground would open up and swallow me. I sat on the edge of the bed, wrapped in Winston’s bathrobe, staring at the photos in my trembling hands. Each one was more damning than the last. My lips pressed against Winston’s. My bare skin tangled with his. My body atop his. The worst part? My face was blissful, unguarded, open in pleasure. Tears streamed down my cheeks. “Oh, gosh," I sighed heavily. There was no denying it now. I couldn’t lie my way out of this, not even to myself. I had done the unthinkable. I had let my grief and pain push me into the arms of another man. Yes, Killian had cheated on me with my best friend. But maybe a trip to Spain wasn't the about or the mess my life was. Now, those three days in Spain were going to be the end of me. I was going to lose everything because I slept in the arms of another man other than my husband. The world would see these