Alexandra’s POV“It is not him.” I blurted out.“How do you know?” Adrian snapped at me. I didn’t know what to do, I could not let an innocent man take the fall for this. Especially if it was Katrina’s father.“I just do, okay?” I tried to reason with him but Adrian was not listening to me.“I thought you said that you could not remember anything? Or do you remember now?” He mocked. I did not like how he was talking to me. I could feel how angry he seemed to be. I did not owe him anything.“I don’t but I have enough brains to know that it can not possibly be Katrina’s father who organized my kidnapping. It would make no sense.” I stared, silently hoping that he would listen to me. Although I didn’t know much about Penelope’s father, I didn’t want him to get involved in Penelope’s plot. Katrina usually didn’t talk about her parents, so I didn’t know much about them. I knew her mom is a famous fashion designer, but her dad? I knew nothing about him. Since he was being framed for kidnapp
Adrian’s POVMy wife seemed to believe that I was a good person. Why did I think so? Because she obviously seemed to think I was not capable of playing rough.Alexandra was hurt. I was angry about it. I needed a place to direct my anger. Someone hurt my wife, they needed to be punished. A name finally appeared.Macmillan. Katrina’s father. Alexandra’s best friend’s father. It didn’t matter who it was. He had hurt the wrong person.Alexandra denied it. She was hiding something from me again and this time it seemed she was more scared than unwilling to tell me. Someone had threatened her. That made me even more angry. Alexandra probably already knew who was behind all of this but she would not tell me. No problem then. I would fish the person out.“Sir, it’s time. Everything has been prepared.” My assistant whispered to me after he quietly sneaked into the room. Alexandra was sleeping.I nodded and waved him off.I rose from my seat and approached Alexandra’s sleeping figure. I adjusted
Adrian’s POVPeople had often told me that I was a cruel man. I accepted it. I was cruel when making business deals but I rarely got angry. Not just the small dissatisfactions I’d have. No. When I was angry, all hell would break loose. Why? I’d break down the gates that’s why.I didn’t let my anger pile up. No. If I did, when I exploded and all my pent up feelings led to a horrible outburst, everyone around me would leave scarred. But I rarely ever got angry.“I don’t get angry much, you know, but-“ I let out a sinister chuckle, “but, you guys really did push your luck. It’s fine. I’m ready to play this game. And to whoever started it, I shall be the one to end it.”Lucian’s eyes were bulging, panicked, as he stared at the items on the table.“Y-you g-gu-uys can’t d-do this to m-me!” Lucian desperately struggled now.“I can and I already am.” I motioned at my subordinates and they gave me a surgery glove.I can not afford to get blood on me, I will have to go back to the hospital imm
Alexandra’s POVSometimes, my actions, thoughts, and feelings differ and contradict each other.I would want to commit to my feelings and thoughts of fear, wanting to accept affection, and my insecurities, but I remain and act courageously even when I’m stifled with fear. The mortifying ordeal of wanting to be loved and being seen as vulnerable drives me to reject affection, and I act confident even when the bits of imperfection I see in the mirror chip away at it.But maybe courage isn’t actually the absence of fear but acting regardless of it, and maybe confidence isn’t the absence of insecurity but knowing you have real worth despite it.Just. Maybe.~I felt my head banging as I tried to open my eyes. The bright light above me burned at my eyes the moment I opened them, preventing me from keeping them open. I closed my eyes and groaned.My body felt heavy as I struggled to move my arm up to my face. I covered my eyes with my arm. An aching feeling resonated through my back. I tens
Adrian’s POVI watched as Alexandra froze.The feeling in her eyes The emotions. They shifted, and suddenly I saw hostility.Here it comes. The misunderstanding. This always happened whenever Penelope got involved with us. We would enter a strange stalemate. I would not let that happen anymore; I now knew what was wrong, and I would not let that old hag have her way. She already got her silly revenge when Old Man Bennett was killed; she had no right to go after the whole family now. Well, she had no right to go after Alexandra like this; her parents, I cannot be too sure. Maybe.“You knew all along, didn’t you?” Alexandra started, her hand tightly gripping the sheets. She looked a bit panicked. Betrayed, I could only assume. “You are also working with her, right? To destroy and claim Liss?” She gritted her teeth. I realized if I let this go on any further, Alexandra would blow up and I would not be given the chance to explain myself. Although I was hurt that she would jump to conclusi
Alexandra’s POVEver wondered what it felt like to be forcibly stripped naked and bare? To have someone destroy all the walls you had spent years building? The unavoidable feeling of being seen?Well. I have.Knowing that Adrian was now aware of my past A part of my past I didn’t want anyone to know about. Why? Why did I not want anyone to find out about it? Because I believed they would use that information against me. Why? Why would it be a problem if I constantly claimed that I did nothing wrong?It was because I did, but I always tried to avoid it. Forget it. I did not believe or want it to be my fault. The fact that I had left behind Lucian A room filled with predators, and I abandoned him there. I could have done something, anything, even if it meant revealing my identity. But I didn’t.I was a coward. One that sacrificed someone else just to save herself. A coward who could not defend herself.And the guilt had lived with me for years. Taking deep roots inside of me—so deep, I
Adrian POV“I’m cutting ties with my family.”When I heard Alexandra say these words, I felt a strange level of satisfaction. Her family was one of the major reasons that our relationship wasn’t so good. Their manipulative words created a rift between Alexandra and me.If Alexandra hadn’t mentioned it, I just might have. Not explicitly. I knew Alexandra well enough to know that she wouldn’t listen to me if I told her to cut ties with her family.I was changing. Or, at least, my feelings were. I had a strong urge to monopolize her. The deep thought of possession: A possessive husband seeks control. I wanted to manipulate her into doing the things I wanted. I didn’t want to take her feelings into consideration because if I tried to, she could very well lie about them. Maybe because I felt insecure. Our relationship seemed to be built on lies and manipulation. A very rocky foundation. One that could collapse after the building was done, and the outcome would be too devastating.I think t
Narrators POV.In high-class society, there were only two types of people.The ones with their Superiority complex And the others with their Inferiority complex These two sets of people mingled in the high-class world.a world that ordinary individuals strive to join and be among. One that they wished and longed to be born in. Ordinary people believed that that world was forever peaceful and desirable. And it would remain so.Which is why Netizens were always interested in any kind of Drama coming from this society. Drama in this society cracked the image of a peaceful place for Netizens and made them feel like their lives were still better. In high-class society, gossip was never normal. It was always mixed up with strange variables.A golden society that was actually filled with people with different complexes. People from different Complexes and social tiers always clashed. The self-proclaimed superiors versus the stubborn inferiors Wealth was what determined these factors.The Sin