LOGIN***ALEXANDER’S POV***Standing by the doorway, I watched as Fenton slowly zipped his bag and lifted it.“She’s alright now,” he said and eyes drifted to Lucy who was lying weakly on her bed, an oxygen tube resting beneath her nose, and her eyelids heavy as they fluttered against the pillow.When I got home, Lucy started complaining of pain. Just suddenly, out of nowhere. And my thought was that it’s because of those couples—what they did and said to her.And I promised I would never let them walk away freely. I called Fenton, who has been her personal doctor all these years to check on her and he arrived quickly.Fenton wasn’t just her doctor—he’s also my friend. Not exactly a best friend, but close enough.We went to the same high school but I never even knew he existed, not until my family was organizing a scholarship program. They were selecting five students, and I already knew my aunt had her preferred choices lined up. So when it was time to announce the fifth name, I stopped
“Clyde, what are you saying? I don’t even have feelings for you any longer.”“No, you do. And that’s why you’ve been sabotaging me all this entire time,” he went on. “Trying to ruin me.”Then he gave a few nods with an amusing smile. “I’ve been wondering why everything keeps going wrong,” he said, pacing slightly now, agitation creeping into every movement. “Why nothing ever goes my way. My uncle finding out about the money I took… Charlotte Sinclair refusing to invest in my business…” His gaze snapped back to me. “And now I finally understand. It was you. You did all of this.”My brows pulled together. “Clyde, that doesn’t even make sense…”“You convinced her not to invest,” he continued over me, like I hadn’t spoken. “She didn’t pull out because of Flora. It was all because of you. And then you took her car...” His voice darkened. “And I saved you instead of her.”“Clyde, listen to yourself,” I said, trying to make him realize how crazy he sounded. “Are you trying to say I knew abo
The image of another car slamming into mine surged through me, and I jerked my eyes open, gasping. Sweat clung to my skin, my chest rising and falling too fast.For a moment, I couldn’t tell where I was.Then my eyes did a quick scan across the room—taking in the white walls, the sharp scent of antiseptic, the steady beep of a machine. An IV drip was connected to my arm, a mask resting against my nose.Hospital.I’m alive.Not in the car or in the accident…but saved. Everything hit me all at once again—the screeching tires, the impact, and the fear clawing up my throat. I was so…scared. I really thought I was going to die.A shaky breath left my lips.Oh, thank God.It seems someone has rescued me.Another breath left me, heavier this time. I lifted my left hand, meaning to touch my face but a sharp pain shot through it. And that was when I realized a cast was placed on my hand. My gaze dropped to my leg—there was one on it also.God… I’m wrecked.I stayed still for a second, trying t
The question hung in the air.Some of them even exchanged glances, as if the answer might be written on each other’s faces.I just have my gaze locked on the managing director’s face. Her smile froze—just for a second but I caught it.“I…” she started, then stopped. “Ma’am, it’s not exactly…”“Not exactly what?” I cut in.“Actually…” she faltered. “The thing is… perhaps you could….you should speak to Miss Sinclair first.”“And she is standing right in front of you.”“No, I mean… Miss Ciara.”A disbelieving smile tugged at my lips as I crossed my arms.“I don’t recall any rule that state the CEO of this company needs to consult an employee before asking a question.”I let a few seconds pass. Then I gave a small, knowing nod.“Right,” I said quietly with a nod.That told me everything.I shifted my gaze past her, sweeping it once more across the factory then turned back to her.“Get me the full financial records for the last six months,” I said, my voice calm but firm. “Production repor
***CHARLOTTE’S POV***I burst into sudden laughter, lifting my left hand to gently cover my mouth as I remembered Alex’s expression when I called him chubby bunny. I still couldn’t believe that someone who had looked like that as a child could grow up to be so… handsome.If not because I just remembered how he used to look, I would never have believed it if anyone told me.My new secretary, Nina, glanced at me through the rearview mirror. “Is everything alright, ma’am?”“Yes, everything’s fine,” I said quickly, adjusting in my seat before turning my gaze back to the window.And then my thoughts drifted to yesterday—to the moment I opened my eyes and felt his warm hand wrapped around mine, his expression filled with worry. And my heart gave a little thud as was the second time I’d seen him look at me that way… as if he were afraid something might happen to me. As if I were someone important.But was I?Had I ever been important to anyone? Had anyone ever looked at me that way?No.He
“That’s not true!” I snapped. “I’m perfectly fine.”“Alexander, you need to stop this,” another voice cut in. “The autopsy has already been done. It was an accident.”I shook my head, my chest tightening. “No. It’s all fake. Dr. Gilbert was bribed by her. Aunt Judy and her husband is the one who killed my…”The words never made it out before a hand struck my face. Hard. And the sound echoed through the room, followed by a suffocating silenceI slowly lifted my head, only to see grandfather’s infuriating gaze burning with fury.“My son died in an accident,” he said, his voice giving no room for any arguement.I looked around the room, meeting the eyes of each of them—people who called themselves my family.And then I finally realized that none of them believed me.Anger surged through me, my hands curling into fists. But there’s nothing I could do. I felt small. Powerless.Like I was screaming into a void no one could hear.Not able to hold it any longer, I turned and walked out of the
After asking Lucy to list out everything she wanted to do today, I couldn’t help but laugh at how long the list turned out to be. Still, I promised her we’d do as much as we could and save the rest for another day.We visited three different places until we finally ended up at the park. And the mom
Hearing that, Lucy stopped and then turned back around. Slowly. Like she was doing it against her will.I let my shoulders drop, lowered my head, pressed my lips together and looked up at her from under my brows, doing my very best impression of a child who knew they had done wrong and felt terrib
***CHARLOTTE’S POV***I rolled down the car window, leaning my face slightly into the open air. My eyes drifted shut as the breeze brushed against my skin—cool, soft, and very comforting.Just like yesterday.I was sure the group chat must have been in chaos by now.Not that I would know as I wasn’
There was silence everywhere, even on the phone. I was certain she was shocked as I had never raised my voice at her before.I took a deep breath and let it out slowly.She was my mother. She loved me, in her way. That was not in question. But there were things I would not let pass. Not from anyone







