Don Antonio's POVThe fragile peace I had managed to enjoy was now shattered by a fresh wave of determination after Alexa’s emotional outburst. There was no time to waste. Her mother's declining health was just another reason to move swiftly.I waited until Alexa was settled, her eyes now closed, perhaps finally finding some rest. Once she was fully asleep, I pressed the button on my remote control for Xavier. He appeared almost instantly, his face impassive."She's committed," I stated, my voice low but firm. "And her insights are invaluable. Her father's arrogance is his greatest weakness."Xavier merely nodded, his gaze flicking towards Alexa, a hint of something unreadable in his eyes."It's time," I continued, feeling a surge of my old energy, despite the lingering ache in my chest. "Time to hit him where it hurts, before he even knows he's been struck. The first stage of our plan."I looked at Xavier, my gaze sharp. "I want a carefully crafted offer letter drafted. Something ent
Alexa's POVThe warm, scented steam filled the air, melting away the last knots of tension in my shoulders. Soft, calming music played low in the background, almost hiding the gentle bubbling of the jacuzzi. After the intensity of planning with Don Antonio and Xavier, this afternoon at the spa was exactly what I needed. My leg was still healing, but the water's buoyancy eased the ache, and the quiet was a welcome break from the sharp, strategic discussions of my father's downfall.I had almost forgotten about the outside world, letting the peace soak into me. I closed my eyes, trying to clear my mind, to simply exist in this moment of quiet.Then, my phone buzzed on the tiled edge of the tub. I sighed, wondering who it could be. I glanced at the screen, and my heart sank a little when I saw Jeremy's name. He rarely called these days unless it was important, and given everything lately, 'important' usually meant 'bad news.'I hesitated, wanting to ignore it, to keep this fragile peace
Alexa's POVThe silence in Don Antonio's lavish bedroom was thick, suffocating. I sat in the plush chair, the scent of antiseptic and his expensive cologne filling my nostrils. His words, "Have you made your final decision about whose side you are on?" echoed in my head. But my mind… it was a blank, screaming void. I couldn't speak. I couldn't even think.Every single horror of the last two days flashed behind my eyes: Claire's shattered body, the brutal kidnapping, the fear, the escape, Elsie's attack, her accusations, the horrifying photo of my mother tied up, the knife, the gun... it was an endless loop of pain and betrayal. My father, the man who was supposed to protect us was a monster.Don Antonio was looking at me, his gaze intense, waiting. I knew he was waiting for an answer, waiting for me to declare my allegiance. But the words wouldn't come. My throat was tight, my chest aching, not from a physical wound, but from the crushing weight of all that had happened.And then, som
Don Antonio's POVThe darkness that had swallowed me was slowly pulling away. My body felt heavy, weak, but the crushing pain in my chest had lessened to a dull ache. I could feel the soft sheets beneath me, the gentle hum of medical equipment nearby. I knew I was in my own bed, with my personal medical team around me.My eyes fluttered open. The room was bright, too bright, and I winced, trying to adjust. Xavier was there, standing by the large windows, his back to me. He was speaking, his voice low and firm, but I could hear the cold edge in his words.And then I heard another voice, one I recognized instantly, one that made my heart give a weak, unexpected lurch. "Don Antonio had a heart attack this morning. A minor one, thankfully. But it was because of you. Because you ran. Because you chose weakness over loyalty."Xavier was talking to Alexa. And he was holding a gun to her head. My eyes snapped open fully, despite the lingering haze. My breath hitched.I tried to move, to sit
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