Sansa’s POV I couldn't help the heat that crept up my cheeks. Beautiful? Well, I wasn't feeling very beautiful after the day I had. But I managed a smile and nodded, “thank you." He shook hands with Ellen politely and then she offered him a seat across me. “I guess you both know each other," she said. I nodded. I'd heard about the Alexander family. Who wouldn't? He was one of the top tier families in the city. They'd been in wealth for years and many suspected that they had ties in the underworld. But no one was so sure. “Of course, I've heard of the Vale family Heiress. But no one told me just how beautiful she really was." He winked. “You flatter me," I replied with a smile. “I mean every single word," he insisted and looked at me in that way that made me want to rub my thighs together. Damn, he was handsome. He looked cute and innocent and I couldn't help smiling more at him. Ellen suddenly cleared her throat with a knowing smile and then said, “Now that we have the i
Sansa’s POV Cancer? I couldn't breathe. Was she really dying? My feet were rooted to the floor, my mouth wide as Eleanor collapsed to her knees and said the one thing no one expected.“Cancer?" Winston asked softly. “Stage four blood cancer,” she whispered with her voice shaking. She was literally dying. My lips parted but no sound came out.“It's okay," he replied, trying to calm her. “Will you throw me out? Will you make me leave?" “No… no, Eleanor,” he murmured. “You don't have to worry about that.”She nodded slowly. “I came here because you’re the only person I want to see in my final days. I don’t want to die alone, Winston.”Something inside me broke. This woman I loathed was dying and I was angry that she wanted her husband. Without saying a word, I slowly stepped back. My feet moved on their own, retreating up the staircase. I didn’t even realize I was crying until I reached my room and the salty taste of tears touched my lips. I stumbled into my room and let the
Winston POV“Ten Billion?" He sounded stunned. But I had expected him to be. I knew just how greedy my son was. He'd been greedy since he was a little boy. I knew him. I knew just how far he'd gone to betray me and his brother just to make wealth. “Is this cheque even real?” Killian stared at the slip in his hand, his brows furrowed in disbelief. I let out a sigh impatiently. “Killian, have I ever given anyone a fake cheque?”He didn't answer immediately. Of course he didn’t. He was too busy trying to read between lines that didn’t exist. That’s the problem with Killian, he assumed everything was a game, a manipulation, because that’s the way he operated.When he remained silent, still gripping the cheque like it might vanish if he blinked, I lost my temper.I snatched the cheque from his hand and threw it to the marble floor between us. “Take it,” I snapped, “or keep dreaming that she'll ever want you again." He hesitated, then bent down and picked it up slowly. The smirk that
Winston's POVI couldn’t concentrate.I sat at the head of the glass conference table in my office, elbows resting on the polished surface with my eyes focused on the screen. My laptop screen hadn’t changed in the last ten minutes, but I barely noticed. My mind wasn’t here, it was replaying a moment I wished I could erase.Sansa.She was trembling, her back pressed to the floor of that damn club bathroom. That bastard’s hands were too close to her. What if I hadn't come on time? I hated to think of what would happen. I could still see the terror in her eyes, the way her lips parted in shock before I yanked him off her. Damn, if I had arrived a second later.I should have killed the bastard. I wanted to kill him.“Dammit,” I muttered under my breath, slamming the laptop shut.She could’ve just stayed at the estate where she was safe. “Everything was being provided there for her.” Why was she so stubborn?“Provided for who?”The voice jolted me. My head snapped up, and I met Simon’
Sansa’s POV Five billion?! My fingers trembled above it, hovering, not quite brave enough to touch it again. “This can't be real, it's fake," I mumbled. But even as I said it, I could see the city bank stamp. This was real. I couldn’t move. My knees buckled, and I collapsed onto the edge of the bed, suddenly feeling lightheaded. “What do I do?" I muttered in utter confusion. That cheque could change everything. I could disappear. Start over. Build an empire. Buy a new name. Become someone without all this shame and heartache clinging to me.I would forget Killian and the entire Wolfe family for life. I could build a company despite what Killian had stolen from me and finally reclaim my father's hidden inheritance. But could I really take the money? Could I sell off my dignity like a garage sale item? I wasn't ready to let go of whatever madness Winston and I shared. No matter how insane. No matter how absurd. I wanted it. Why?He wasn’t mine. He never was. He had a wife
Sansa's POV I couldn't breathe. How did he get here? How did Winston know I was here? How did he find me? The moment Winston burst into that bathroom, my heart stopped. I was pinned to the cold tiled floor, my hair scattered around me like I was being dragged around like a rag doll. My dress was torn at the neckline, barely clinging to my chest, and I could feel the weight of the drunken man pressing down on me, his breath reeking of alcohol and mouth odor. I kicked, I screamed, but my voice had gone hoarse. I was drowning in panic.Until I heard him. The voice of my knight in suit. "Touch her again and die."His voice didn’t sound real. It was low, guttural, feral.He didn't sound human. He sounded like a wounded animal in heat. The man atop me froze.My eyes turned to the door and there he was. Clothed in a gray shirt and pair of slacks, with his sleeves rolled up, a crimson coat thrown over his outfit. Damn, he looked every bit like the knight I thought he was. All he ne
Winston's POV The halls of the Wolfe estate echoed with the sound of my footsteps as I stormed down the corridor. My heart was beating pretty fast with unease. I had to be sure. I had to confirm it with my own eyes. Sansa couldn’t have left. She wouldn’t just walk out of this house without saying a word. Not after everything that happened. Was she crazy? “She has a fucking death wish!" I hissed in disbelief. Could she possibly leave the estate unescorted after the attack at her place? I couldn't believe it. Yet, that call from her friend, the panic in her voice, wasn’t something I could ignore.I took the staircase two steps at a time and when I reached her room, I didn’t bother knocking. I pushed the door open and scanned the room.It was empty.The bed was neatly made. Her robe hung over the chair, her makeup untouched on the vanity. But the closet door hung open slightly, and I could smell lavender. Her shampoo. She'd bathed and left for a night club?! My fists clenched.
Winston's POV This was a nightmare. A nightmare I couldn't wait to escape from. The Wolfe Estate had never felt more like a freaking porn site. Sansa had choked on her food. I knew she was uncomfortable. I knew she wanted to be anywhere but near Eleanor. But what could I possibly do to help? Nothing. I had to watch her struggle with dinner and then flee to her bedroom. Damn, was she okay? What was Eleanor playing at? Why was she back at my house? I was still trying to digest what had just happened when Eleanor suddenly said, “Have you lost appetite for food? I know you can't wait to unwrap me." I hissed, “You're being shameless, Eleanor." But she chuckled like she didn't mind being heard. "What’s there to be ashamed about? I had the man with the best dick in the world."I set my fork down at once. This was it. I was done being civil with this crazy woman. "I’m done with dinner," I said, standing up calmly."What? What did I do?" Eleanor called behind me, voice filled with
Sansa's POV I felt it before I saw it. I could feel the unmistakable heat of someone standing too close behind me. And then a hand moving up my thigh.I froze.What the hell?My body stiffened and I spun around instantly. I came face to face with a man. He looked to be in his mid-thirties with drunken eyes and a predatory smile. “Don’t touch me!" I snapped angrily. I was just a little tipsy but I sure didn't want to be groped by some random drunk man. "Whoa, easy there, sexy," he slurred, stepping closer. “Don’t be shy now. I saw the way you were looking around. You want this.”I could feel bile roll up my throat. “Touch me again,” I said, “and you’ll regret it.”He reached out like he hadn’t heard a word I’d said, the annoying smirk still plastered on his face. Big mistake.I didn’t hesitate. I brought my knee up and landed it right between his legs.He crumpled with a pained gasp, arms wrapping around his groin as he staggered backward, eyes bulging in shock.“Oh my God!” on