At this point, everything was happening so fast that it got Alex on edge, and this led to him finding it so hard to focus in meetings every image of me wrecks him. He kept thinking about me every second his brain got to breathe fresh air. I just popped in out of nowhere. This kept recurring throughout his meetings at work making him feel wrecked by every image of me.The constant thought of me continued and now he figured out I'm his weakness. Alexander has never really cared about someone so emotionally in his life so this whole feeling was weird to me. He's so stone cold that even if his best friend James Harper was said to be kidnapped or sort of and he's been threatened to lose him if he doesn't make certain payments or do some listed stuff he wouldn't care even leaving out the fact that this is the closest person to him. But don't get me wrong he will assign some teams to either pay the kidnappers off or set them up with the authorities. Figuring out I was his now his weakn
The tiara was the last item to be auctioned which I felt was the main deal for Alexander After the auction, I learned that the tiara isn't just jewelry. Hidden inside the frame is a document linking Alexander's enemies to a dangerous scandal. He didn't just bring it here for appearances—he needed a distraction while purchasing.Having that in his possession serves as a huge weapon against his enemies, which was his targeted plan from get get-go.Just right about when everyone was about to leave the auction house Brenton attempted another reckless stunt breaking into the auction housAlex’s men caught him this time around almost immediately; he broke in before he could harm anyone, but the encounter shook me so badly. He’s now arrested, but Alex warns me: “A man like him doesn’t stay locked away forever.” I, not knowing what to feel at that moment, felt both relief and guilt.The moment the gavel falls, flashbulbs explode again. I then realized he had orchestrated this entire scene so
Up till this moment, Alexander didn't make mention of what happened between us knowing this made my eagle bruised. We both got prepared and left for the private auction event as planned.The limousine pulls up to the private auction. Flashbulbs exploded; I was warned paparazzi would be there. It was called a private auction so I didn't even have a thought on that.He didn't let go of my hand, keeping me close as thou I'm essential Inside, whispers ripple: Who is she? Why is she here? She feels exposed, but he seems to revel in the attention.Whispers kept jumping around the place while I took a proper look at the auction house.The auction house was nothing like I imagined. It wasn't the regular loud chaotic auction house this one was hushed and reverent like a cathedral specially built for worship of wealth. I traced the golden light over velvet-draped walls to the crystal chandeliers above which cast the light and rows of polished mahogany seats. The air smelled faintly of leathe
Alexander woke up before me, still lying beside me when he felt something unfamiliar: Peace.He tried to brush this off, but instead, he watched me so closely that he began touching my hair while I was still asleep. I almost woke up when his hand brushed my forehead. I guess that was when he stopped touching.But the feeling he got while lying beside me made him feel unsettled. He doesn't care for anyone, yet here he is. The clueless me woke up to a beautiful morning forgetting that there is nothing lovely about the morning. I turned to the other side of the bed to discover that Alexander was gone. I was a little bit relieved though. The thought of how to face him in the morning kept coming to me even while sleeping.“Ouhhh I can't imagine,” I said while shuddering my body like someone shaking off frostiness. But I won't lie; the way he left my room on his own before I woke up, made me wonder what his actions to what happened between us really meant.While I came down the st
My father's thoughts came through my mind while I was seated on the bed in the guest room with the gun also sitting beside me. It felt so cold, holding it ignited thoughts. That person I was trying to protect was still lying helplessly in the hospital. I got so worried thinking “What if Brenton decides to go after him?” “What if he murders him?” More questions kept popping up and this continued for hours even after knowing the fact that he's been moved to a private suite in the hospital made for the VVIP and Alexander had set on stand-by security to protect him. I tried waving off all thoughts to keep calm leaving out the fact that I wanted to leave to go stay with him in the hospital. Just then my father’s name lit up the encrypted screen.Not him—his nurse.I answered on the first ring. “Hello?”“Mrs Pierce, your father had another seizure earlier today. He's stable now, but… I think your presence would help more if you could come.”My heart twisted. “Is he talking ?”“Barely,
I couldn't sleep that night. Fear sinks its claws into me.The gun sat on my nightstand like a dark augury. Its cold presence made everything real. No more pretending. No more detachment. Brenton was close, close enough to photograph me through a window.And Alexander… he handed me a weapon like it was nothing. Like it was normal.Like this was my life now.I kept on thinking while I stared at the ceiling until dawn, then dressed in silence and made my way downstairs. Alexander was already up, dressed in a pristine black suit, typing away on his phone as if nothing was going on.“You need to be at the charity hospital by ten,” he said without looking up. “They’re expecting Mrs. Pierce to smile and pretend she gives a damn about sick kids.”“Maybe I actually do,” I muttered.He looked up. His expression was unreadable. “This isn’t the time to start caring.” He said coldly.“I’m not like you,” I said, acting all bold.He stood, buttoned his jacket, and majestically walked past me.“