She is not the Angel he thinks she is; Alexander Clifford thinks he is marrying an Innocent blue-eyed half-caste Angel, Catherine Kent, but he has no idea that a firecracker lies beneath her innocent cover. Alexander Clifford is a rebel, disregarded by his family but when his grandfather, Arthur Clifford, and his elder brother, Harry, who was groomed by his grandfather to inherit the empire, dies mysteriously, he has to abandon his reckless lifestyle to become the new heir to the Clifford empire and take a wife. Catherine Kent comes from a family where a girl's only ambition is to marry and be an obedient wife, but she craves adventure and wild fantasies. She was betrothed to Harry, but his sudden death leaves her with two options: return home to a life she dreads or accept Alexander’s cold and emotionless marriage contract. What happens when Alexander discovers Catherine's wild side? What happens when two firecrackers meet? Who will burn out? With many obstacles and oppositions, Will Alexander prove his grandfather wrong and run the Empire better than Harry would have or will he crash the empire to the ground? Will Catherine tame the rebel inside him and remain by his side or will he return to his life of lonely rebellion? Read to find out!
View MoreAlexander’s POV As I lay propped up against the pillows, Harry and his little sister Elizabeth snuggled close to me, their eyes fixed on the big book I held. I was reading to them about the Clifford legacy. The new Legacy, that was going to change everything. I looked up to see Catherine walking in, her face lighting up as she saw us. “There you are,” she said, her voice was soft and full of affection. “What are you guys up to?” Little Harry looked up with a grin. “Daddy is showing us the new Clifford constitution!” “Oh, is he now?” Catherine asked, her eyes twinkling as she approached the bed. She leaned down to give me a kiss on the cheek, and I smiled up at her. “Yes, Daddy is,” I replied, playing along with our little game. “Would you like to join us?” Catherine squeezed in beside me, settling in comfortably. Her warmth next to me felt perfect. “Okay, Elizabeth,” she said to our daughter, “will you read what Daddy has written down?” Elizabeth nodded eagerly and began to rea
Catherine’s POV The garden at Clifford Manor was alive with soft laughter and the scent of blooming flowers. The setting was perfect for Lydia and Dominic's vow renewal. The day was warm, with a gentle breeze rustling through the trees, casting spotted shadows on the ground. I walked carefully along the gravel path, clutching the small velvet box holding the rings. My heart was full of excitement and happiness. Lydia and Dominic stood together, their smiles as bright as the sunshine. As I approached, I could see the love in their eyes, it was clear they had found their way back to each other. I reached them and opened the box, presenting the rings with a smile. "Here are the rings," I said, my voice soft but filled with joy. Dominic took the rings from me with a grateful smile. Lydia looked at me with eyes full of emotion. I nodded encouragingly as the priest began to speak. "Dominic, please repeat after me," the priest said. Dominic looked into Lydia's eyes and began, "Lyd
Alexander’s POV When we finally got home, the house was extremely quiet. The night’s events hung over us like a heavy blanket. Catherine was still shaking as she walked in, and I led her inside with my heart aching for her. Richard was there, making sure everything was safe and secure. His presence was a small comfort in the midst of all the chaos. As soon as the door closed behind us, I pulled Catherine into a tight hug. I felt her trembling against me and tried to warm her, both physically and emotionally. "It’s over," I said softly, my voice filled with relief and sadness. "You’re safe now." She clung to me, her tears soaking my shirt. "I was so scared, Alexander. I thought…" "I know," I said gently, cutting her off. "I know. But it’s all right now." Richard gave us some space before speaking up. "I’ll stay here for a while, just in case," he offered. "You both need time to deal with everything." "Thank you, Richard," I said, feeling grateful for his support. Once
Alexander’s POV The tires screeched as I sped off into the night, the headlights cutting through the darkness. My heart pounded in my chest, my mind consumed with thoughts of Catherine. I couldn’t lose her—not now, not ever. I sped through the dark streets, the headlights casting long shadows on the road ahead. My mind was a blur of panic and fear, every possible terrible scenario running through my head. Who could have taken Catherine? I had only one person in mind—Simon? But Why? What did he hope to gain? And, most importantly, was she safe? "Oh lord please," I cried in fear, my voice tight with anxiety. The city lights whipped past me as we chased the Bentley that had my Catherine. I could still see its taillights in the distance, a small red beacon that was growing fainter by the second. I grabbed my phone and quickly dialed Catherine’s number, praying she would pick up. The ringing seemed to go on forever, each second a lifetime. Finally, the call connected, but there was
Alexander’s POV As the wedding came to an end, the air was filled with a sense of completion and relief. Catherine and I were finally husband and wife, and now it was time to leave. Our car was parked just outside the grand hall—sleek, black, and polished, with a shine that reflected the lights from the venue. It was a classic Bentley, elegant and understated, the kind of car that spoke of tradition and legacy. What our new was to be about. Catherine had already slipped into the backseat, her gown spilling around her like a river of white silk. She looked so peaceful, her head resting against the seat, a small smile playing on her lips. I was about to join her when I heard someone call my name. I turned to see Richard, walking toward me, his face unreadable in the dark light. I let out an exasperated breath. The last thing I needed was another confrontation. "I'm not in the mood for a fight, Richard," I said, my voice tired. "As you can see, I’m taking my wife home." Richard s
Catherine’s POV Alexander and I swayed to the soft music, I felt like I was floating. His arms were strong around me, and his eyes were filled with so much love. It was hard to believe this moment was real—that we were married and starting our life together. The world around us seemed to disappear, leaving just the two of us in our own little bubble of happiness. Then, I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder. I turned to see my mother, Lydia, standing there with a warm smile on her face. "May I cut in?" she asked, her voice soft but filled with joy. Alexander nodded and stepped aside, giving my hand to my mother. As we started to dance, I took a moment to admire her. She looked so beautiful, her dress flowing elegantly as we moved. "You look so beautiful, my child," she said, her eyes shining with pride. "The most beautiful bride." "And you look beautiful too, Mother," I replied, my heart swelling with love. "So beautiful." She smiled, a little tear escaping the corner of her eye. "Th
Alexander’s POV Four months after I had asked Catherine to marry me, I stood at the altar, the doors at the end of the aisle opened, and Catherine appeared. The chapel was quiet, except for the soft music that played as Catherine appeared at the end of the aisle. My heart skipped a beat when I saw her. She looked like a dream in her wedding gown—white and flowing with lace that hugged her body just right. The dress shimmered with tiny beads that caught the light, and the veil over her face made her look even more beautiful, like an angel walking towards me. I stood at the altar, trying to steady my breathing. My suit was simple but sharp—a black jacket with a crisp white shirt and a tie that matched her dress. But it wasn’t about how I looked. It was about her, and how I felt at that moment. My eyes couldn’t leave her. My heart was so full, it felt like it might burst. When she finally reached me, she took my hand. Her touch was warm, and I felt a wave of calm wash over me. We t
Alexander’s POV The evening had been perfect. The kind of night that makes you forget all your worries, even if just for a little while. Catherine and I stepped into the house, still laughing about some silly joke from dinner. Her smile lit up the room, and I felt a sense of peace, as if we could finally breathe after so much chaos.But the moment we crossed the threshold, that peace shattered. Our new maid stood in the hallway, her face was pale, eyes wide with something close to panic. “Mr Clifford, Mrs. Clifford,” she stammered, glancing nervously over her shoulder. “There are two policemen here. They said it’s urgent.” A cold knot formed in my stomach. Catherine squeezed my hand, her grip tightening as we walked into the living room. The two officers rose as we entered, their expressions were serious. They were dressed in their formal uniforms, but it was the look in their eyes that told me this wasn’t a routine visit. They glanced at our attire—Catherine in her elegant dress
Catherine’s POV The warm steam from the shower clung to my skin as I stepped out, a sense of peace washing over me. It had been three months since that dreadful night when Olivia had tried to kill me, and yet here I was—alive, safe, and feeling a strange sense of relief. Alexander had been doing therapy, and it was working. I could see the change in him. But beneath that relief, a small part of me still nursed the fear that the other shoe could drop at any moment, especially since Simon, was nowhere to be found. But today, I managed to shove that fear aside. I tied a towel around my body, the soft fabric absorbing the droplets of water clinging to my skin, and wrapped another towel around my dripping hair. Humming a tune that had been stuck in my head all day, I walked over to the mirror, catching a glimpse of my own reflection. For the first time in a long time, I felt happy. Genuinely happy. A knock on the door pulled me out of my thoughts. "Come in," I called out, still smili
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