Alexa's POVThe cold barrel of the gun stared at me, black and unforgiving. Elsie's face, a mask of grief and rage, was inches away. My heart hammered against my ribs, a wild bird trapped in a cage. This was it. This was how it ended. Not in a blaze of revenge, but at the hands of a broken step sister, fueled by a terrible misunderstanding.I braced myself, my breath hitched, my eyes wide with fear. I could only stare at her, my mind racing, desperate for a way out, but finding none.Just as Elsie's finger seemed to tense on the trigger, a new sound ripped through the apartment. Not the crash of a fight, but a distinct, authoritative banging on the front door."Police! Open up!" a loud voice boomed from the hallway.Elsie flinched, her eyes darting towards the sound, the gun wavering just a fraction. It was enough. That tiny flicker of hesitation was all it took.Relief, so sudden and powerful it almost buckled my knees, flooded through me. The police! How? Why? It didn't matter. They
Alexa's POVThe morning light filtering through Sarah's blinds felt like a punch to the eyes. My head throbbed, a dull, insistent ache behind my temples, and my mouth felt like sandpaper. The taste of last night's alcohol lingered, a bitter reminder of my desperate attempt to escape. I pushed myself up, my stomach churning, and winced as my injured leg protested.I was just starting to get my bearings, the fog of sleep and drink slowly lifting, when the quiet calm of Sarah's apartment shattered.A loud bang echoed through the apartment, followed by shouts from the living room. My heart leaped into my throat. What was happening? Sarah had gone to work, she should be safe.Before I could even swing my legs off the sofa, the door to the bedroom was flung open. Standing there, her eyes blazing with a terrifying, raw fury, was Elsie. She looked wild, her hair disheveled, her clothes disarrayed. Her gaze landed on me, and her face contorted with pure hatred. If looking at someone could kil
Don Antonio's POVThe morning light filtering through the study windows felt cold and unwelcoming. I hadn't slept, not really. My mind had been replaying Alexa's troubled face, her whispered confession about her mother's plea. I knew this choice weighed heavily on her. I knew the conflict she felt.Xavier was there, as always, quiet and efficient, bringing me coffee. He probably sensed my mood. After a restless night, I had hoped she would come to me, ready to affirm her choice, ready to fight by my side.But she didn't.Instead, a call came through from Sarah. I answered, bracing myself."Don Antonio," Sarah's voice was tight, sounding a mix of worried and apologetic. "Alexa... she's here. She came to my place last night."My jaw clenched. Here. Not with me."And her decision?" I asked, my voice flat, already knowing the answer.A pause. "She... she needs time, Don Antonio. She's really struggling. She drank a lot last night. She just needed to escape."Escape. The word hit me like a
Alexa's POVDon Antonio's words, "You have to choose," echoed in my head all night. Sleep was impossible. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw my mother's worried face next to Don Antonio's firm, sorrowful gaze. The choice felt impossible, like being asked to cut off a part of myself.I tossed and turned in the big, soft bed. One moment, I felt a burning desire for revenge, a fierce need to see my father lose everything he cherished, just as he had made me lose everything. The next, a cold dread would wash over me at the thought of hurting my mother, of stepping deeper into a world of violence that felt so wrong, so heavy.The villa was silent, but my mind was screaming. Justice or peace? Fight or run? Love for Don Antonio, who was offering me a way to reclaim my strength, or love for my mother, who just wanted me safe and far away from all this darkness?As the first hint of grey light appeared outside the window, I knew I couldn't make this decision alone. I needed to talk to someone
Alexa's POVThe last few days had been a whirlwind of meetings and planning. Don Antonio and Xavier were deep in their work, hitting my father's businesses hard. Every report Xavier gave, every news article we saw about Bavarish Industries having "technical difficulties" or "unexpected supply chain issues," filled me with a cold, sharp satisfaction. This was it. This was the revenge.But then, my mother's words from our meeting kept coming back to me, playing over and over in my head like a broken record. "That's your father's life's work. You can't destroy it." And then, the one that truly cut deep: "Your future. Don't throw it away on revenge."I sat in Don Antonio's study, surrounded by their charts and screens, but my mind was miles away. My leg still hurt, a constant reminder of everything, but now the pain in my head wasn't from the crash; it was from this terrible dilemma.On one side, there was the burning need for justice. My father had truly taken everything from me. My home
Don Antonio's POVThe news of Claire's burial reached me quickly. It was a private ceremony, of course, a quiet affair meant to avoid too much attention. But in my world, there were no secrets that money and influence couldn't uncover. This was an opportunity I couldn't miss. A chance to look Donald in the eye.Despite Xavier's warnings about security, and Alexa's quiet plea to be careful, I went. My shoulder still ached, but the pain was a dull whisper compared to the cold fury that simmered in my gut. I made sure to arrive just as the few mourners were gathering around the open grave.Donald was there, standing a little apart from the small group, his head bowed. He looked… pale. Not broken, not sad, just a little less confident than usual. Good.I walked slowly, deliberately, letting my presence be known. The gravel crunched under my shoes. Heads started to turn. Whispers broke out. Donald's head snapped up, and his eyes found mine. For a moment, all the fake sadness dropped from h