Chapter 5

Alexandra's pov 

'Who are you?' I completely Ignored Adrian who was hovering around me as I texted the stranger, feeling my heart pounding in my chest, my breath growing raspier by the second. 

Okay I know I said I was beginning to hate Grandpa, but there was still this part of me that loved him greatly. 

I was neglected as a child by my parents who were workaholics, always striving to beat the Sinclairs and build an empire which was capable of taking them down, thus I was always with Grandpa. 

He would play with me and even go through all the trouble of picking me up from school, visiting with gifts- I even preferred living with him than my parents and would always run there when my parents yelled at me or when they forgot my birthday, you know, they were jerks. And it seems like they would never change. 

I was shaking as I waited for a reply. Grandpa was sick and had been responding to treatment from a nurse named Aisha. If someone had really infiltrated the mansion, he was in trouble. 

I have to drive down there. However, just as I placed my phone in my purse and attempted to step forward in just a single second, I gasped when something clamped around my wrist and pulled me back, and I felt my chest land on something as hard as a brick. 

"Adrian let me go. I have to leave." I struggled, narrowing my eyes at him as I struggled again, wondering If his hand was metal- It barely budged. 

"I finally got your attention? Good. Now tell me what's going on." 

"Ugh!" Veins popped up at the side of my head as I tried another round of futile struggling which only made my wrist hurt. "You realize there could be paparazzi around right? You want them telling the whole world that Miss Bennett's husband to be is a fucked up Caviar eating molester?" 

His brows pulled down into a frown before he released me and I bit my lip, wincing as I rubbed my sore wrists. 

"We haven't even married and you're already keeping things from me," I scoffed but he continued. "I saw your face pale when you watched something on your phone. Tell me, are you in trouble? What's wrong?"  

"It isn't any of your business." I snapped at him, but when his brows pulled into a frown, I managed a forced smile before I curtsied in mock respect. "It was a pleasure having lunch with you Mr. Sinclair, but you'll have to excuse me." 

Without waiting for him to say a word or even attempt to pull me back again, I dashed off and hopped into my car, feeling my breathing escalate to an uncontrollable beat, racing as I grabbed my phone when I heard a notification of a text. 

'Your worst nightmare.' 

My face paled even further. This looked like a threat - no. It is a threat, and this guy meant more than harm. 

I looked out the window to see Adrian still standing there, but this time, he's looking at his phone, a deep dark frown on his gorgeous face. Without so much as a glance at me, he turns and walks away. 

Odd.

I don't even bother to text the asshole stranger as I hit the pedals and go zooming off to my grandpa's house, dialing my mother. 

"Honey. Irene Informed us you were heading out. Are you perhaps with Mr. Sinclair? Oh sweetheart I'm so happy you're trying to… " 

"Mum, where are you?" I cut in, not in the mood to listen to her ravering. 

"I'm home," I sighed and she spoke up again. "Don't tell me you're driving. You know what I said about driving while calling. Every Time I… " 

"Mum, I think grandpa's in trouble." My voice was frantic and I swallowed hard as I dropped the bombshell. 

"Don't be ridiculous. And who would even want to harm him? He's been bedridden for weeks now." 

"I don't know," I silently cursed as I sped past the traffic, missing the cops at the side of the road by a hair's breadth. "Anybody. The Sinclairs…" 

"Sweetheart I'm currently entertaining a few visitors of mine so If you can just stop being ridiculous, I'd appreciate that very much. Besides, why would you think the Sinclairs would want to harm him?" 

"Mum, call grandpa's hospital and inquire about Nurse Aisha immediately. Someone just sent me a picture. Whoever it is had access into grandpa's home and only Nurse Aisha is capable of getting access asides us." 

"This is ridiculous. Did you drink again?" 

"Mum!" 

"Fine. I'll call the hospital." She sounded sour- like the idea of me interrupting her and her guests for something important was absurd. Typical. 

With that, I hung up and tried calling grandpa. My fears were confirmed as he didn't pick after several trials, but soon enough, it finally rang up and someone picked up. 

My car came to a screeching halt and I could hear curses and horns as the cars behind me took the other side of the road while I just sat there, my heart beating as I placed the phone to my ear. 

"Grandpa? Oh my God grandpa you don't know how worried I was when… " 

"Your Grandpa is currently fighting for his life now," the deep dark voice of a man sent a cold chilling feeling through me, rendering me frozen on the spot. As If that wasn't enough, in the background I could hear the unmistakable sound of my grandpa gurgling like he was choking on something. "I suggest you come here before It's too late." 

"Grandpa!" I suddenly grinded my teeth and squeezed my phone in my grip. "You bastard! Who do you think you are? Who are you?" 

His chuckle sent shivers running down my spine. But the more the dreadful feeling settled inside of me,  the more angry I became. 

"Why don't you come and find out, Penelope." 

My face paled and for a second, I felt a nauseous feeling rising in the pit of my stomach. 

That name… I haven't heard it in years. Who was this person? 

"T- that's not my name." My voice was shaky as my grip on the phone tightened hearing my grandpa struggling for his life in the background. 

"Oh? Interesting, and here I was thinking you weren't a complete liar." His voice was so lazy, his tone calm and serene, the deepness and causality sexy yet dangerous, like someone wasn't fighting for his life. 

"Who are you!?" I screamed.