Mag-log inAlice’s POV“Take care of yourself, my little pumpkin.”“Mum! How many times have I told you to stop calling me that?”“What? It’s cute,” Sophia chuckled. “I’m not little anymore.”“I know. But you’ll always be my baby, forever.”A small smile formed on my lips. “Bye mum. I’ll talk to you later. Love you. Muah.”I put my phone away and returned to my breakfast. For a moment, I thought how things had become different between Sophia and me. She always made sure to call me everyday, and that little gesture somehow brought us closer and I no longer felt alone despite the distance. I had spent my entire life believing I was someone else’s daughter, and now I was here, far away from the woman who had given birth to me. Life was funny sometimes.I finished my breakfast and continued exploring the streets. I stopped at a few shops, bought a beautiful scarf, and even took pictures of buildings I found interesting. Now I was beginning to understand why people fell in love with Paris. There was
Klaus’ POV“Boss, should we leave now?” “No. Not yet.” Damien yawned again for the tenth time in five minutes. His bloodshot eyes framed by dark circles reminded me that we hadn’t slept throughout the night or the day before as I had ordered him to never take his gaze off the Grey’s mansion. It’s been three days, three days since I had been waiting for her to step out, but she hadn’t. But we couldn’t leave now. Not when I hadn’t seen Alice. After what seemed like forever, a stunning woman with platinum blonde hair and striking blue eyes stepped out of the Grey’s mansion and my heart skipped. It was Alice. And somehow, she looked even more beautiful than the last time I had seen her. But she looked so frail that I was scared the wind could blow her away. My chest ached at the sight. Wasn’t she eating properly? Why did she look so thin?Then my eyes landed on the suitcase Alice was holding. For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. Alice wasn’t just leaving me, she was also leaving the c
Alice’s POVWhen I first saw the news about Michael’s suicide, I was beyond shocked. And as much as I hated to admit, I felt bad about it. Michael had always been a prideful man and he loved his reputation more than anything, so I kinda understood why he had done it. But still, I couldn’t believe he was gone and in such a manner. No matter how much I hated him, I had never imagined his story to end like this. Margaret wasn’t any less better. After hearing the news about Michael’s death, she collapsed and went into a stroke. I couldn’t bring myself to believe the once powerful woman was now paralyzed for life. And to make matters worse, she was being watched closely in the fear of not going through the same path as Michael. The Sterling family weren’t exempted, as most of their shareholders pulled out after the leaked videos of Victoria’s involvement in almost getting me killed. They also went bankrupt as their illegal activities surfaced on the internet. As far as I knew, they were
Margaret’s POVMy heart splintered in my chest as I banged on the door. “Michael!” But no answer. Everywhere was usually quiet and that scared me more than anything. What if he…? No. No. He wouldn’t do that. My son was a strong man. There’s no way he’d do such a thing.But discomfort churned in my stomach. I called bodyguards for help and one of them repeatedly kicked the door till it broke down. The moment it did, I rushed inside the room like a mad dog. I froze like a deer in headlights at the scene before me. Michael was on the floor, his face deadly pale and blood slipping from his wrist. My eyes landed on the fruit knife beside him and realization crossed my features. I crumbled to the ground, gripping his cold body. “No. Michael!” I cried out, feeling like my heart was being carved out of my chest. “This isn’t possible. Michael, please wake up. Open your eyes for mummy.” But he didn’t move. I pressed a trembling hand against his chest, desperately searching for a response.
Michael’s POVLife had been so peaceful. Maybe too peaceful. My company was thriving more than ever. Most of our investors and shareholders were back and I was making more money, all thanks to my mother. Because there wasn’t any substantial evidence, the case had been dismissed and resolved completely. And above all, Victoria had stopped bugging my life. I frowned. That was weird. Victoria couldn’t go a day without calling or texting me, yet, I hadn’t heard from her in the past seven days. An unsettling feeling rose in my chest. Was something wrong?Perhaps after work, I’d go to the Sterling mansion to find out what was going on. Maybe she was planning something else to eliminate Alice again.A knock sounded at the door. “Come in.”Jacob, my personal assistant, walked in with a pale face. The moment I saw his face, I straightened my back immediately. I knew that look too well. It was the same one that meant there was a problem, a really big problem. “Good morning, Mr. Blackwood, hav
Klaus’ POVThe house felt empty without her. It had been three days, three days without Alice and it felt like I was hanging by a thread. I could almost imagine her beautiful face smiling at me while arguing about something I had said. The way she’d roll her eyes whenever I had praised myself. Fucking narcissistic, she’d say while her eyes shine with undeniable admiration. The way she had looked at me when fucking Jackson had exposed everything cut through me like a blade. I’m pretty sure she would hate me. But I pray she forgave me. Because if she didn’t, my life wouldn’t be complete.How do I get her back? What do I do to make my wife want me again?I must be delusional. What woman could forgive a man who had lied to her face everyday? A man who had married her as a tool for revenge?My chest stiffened at the thought of Alice leaving me completely. She looked me dead in the eyes and told me she wasn’t going home with me. Only God knew how bad I had wanted to pick her up and drive
Chapter 4Alice’s POVMy eyes snapped open, heavy, as if they had been glued shut, the sudden sharp light blurring my vision. I wanted to move but my body didn’t listen, feeling like it was hit by a truck. The low, intense hum of medical equipment and distant beeping of a cardiac monitor echoed in
Chapter 3Alice’s POVBlood drained from my face as I subconsciously loosened my hands from her neck. Immediately, Veronica erupted in a theatrical cough, clutching her throat as if I had truly choked her. A deafening silence followed, the air heavy with unspoken accusation. I froze, defenseless at
Chapter 2Alice’s POVA year had passed, and I became a ghost to the people that once treated me like their world. I lingered near the dinner room doorway, the scent of roasted chicken and Victoria’s favorite baked Alaska cake filling the air. There I stood, watching helplessly as my mother and bro
Chapter 1 Alice’s POV I was shot in the chest, blood trickling from my mouth. And the one who held the gun…was the man I loved. My eyes widened, instinctively clutching my chest. I crumpled to the ground, laying helplessly beside Nancy, my maid, who was shot clean in the head while trying to







