Tires screeched against the pavement, and within minutes, Alexanderâs black Rolls Royce came to an abrupt stop at the scene.Carter was out first, gun drawn, scanning the area for threats before nodding to Alexander, who stepped out with an unreadable expression.His eyes landed on Sarah, kneeling by the wreckage, then shifted to Raven, who had a man pinned to the ground. His gaze turned steely. âReport.âRaven didnât waste time. âThe truck driver was paid to ensure Sarah didnât leave this street alive.âAlexanderâs jaw tightened. His fingers twitched as though itching to wrap around the culpritâs throat. âAnd him?â He motioned toward Sebâs unconscious form.Raven hesitated, then sighed. âHe saved her. If his car hadnât intercepted, Sarah wouldnât be standing here right now.âAlexanderâs gaze snapped back to Sarah, who was still frozen in place, her hand clutching Sebâs arm.A storm of emotions clashed within him, rage, fear, and an unwilling gratitude toward the very man who had caus
The air in the hospital was thick with the scent of antiseptic.Raven sat on a stiff plastic chair just outside the operating room, her arms crossed over her chest, her foot tapping impatiently against the tiled floor.The rhythmic sound echoed down the empty hallway, a stark contrast to the chaos that had brought them here.Seb had been rushed into surgery the moment the ambulance arrived. The wreckage of his sports car, the twisted metal, and the blood streaked windshield were still fresh in Ravenâs mind.He had saved Sarah, putting himself in the direct path of destruction, and now his life hung in the balance.She exhaled sharply, rubbing her temples.She wasnât the sentimental type, but she had to admit, Seb had guts. Stupid, reckless guts.The hallway was eerily quiet, save for the occasional sound of distant footsteps or the murmur of doctors passing by.She needed to know if Seb was going to pull through.A familiar voice broke her thoughts.âAny updates?âRaven looked up to s
Alexanderâs phone buzzed in his pocket, the sharp vibration cutting through the heavy silence of his study.He pulled it out, his brows furrowing when he saw Carterâs name flashing on the screen.âTell me you have good news,â Alexander said as he answered, his voice calm but laced with underlying tension.Carterâs voice came through the line, steady and efficient as always. âSebâs out of the ICU. He made it through surgery. Heâs stable, but he hasnât woken up yet.âAlexander exhaled slowly, his grip on the phone tightening.He wasnât sure how to feel about it. Seb was an annoyance, an arrogant racer who had set his sights on Sarah. But today, he had done something that even Alexander couldnât ignore.He had risked his life to save her.Alexanderâs fingers curled into a fist. âKeep an eye on him. The moment he wakes up, I want to know.ââUnderstood,â Carter replied. There was a brief pause before he added, âSarah should hear this from you. Sheâs still shaken up.âAlexanderâs chest tigh
At Alexanderâs request, Raven made her way to the Hargrove family estate late into the evening.The mansion was as grand as ever, a symbol of old money and prestige, but tonight, it felt eerily quiet, as if the house itself sensed something was wrong.She was greeted by a butler, who led her into the main sitting room, where Mr. and Mrs. Hargrove sat, their expressions instantly shifting to concern upon seeing Raven at such an odd hour.âMs. Raven?â Mrs. Hargrove, a poised woman in her fifties, stood up, her carefully styled auburn hair barely shifting as she took a step forward. âIs something the matter?âRaven exhaled slowly, keeping her expression unreadable. âItâs about Sebastian.âAt her sonâs name, Mrs. Hargroveâs face paled, and she instinctively reached for her husbandâs arm.Mr. Hargrove, a sharp eyed businessman with graying temples, narrowed his gaze, his fingers tightening around the armrest of his chair.âWhat happened?â His voice was clipped, demanding answers.Raven did
The morning sun cast a warm glow over the city as Alexander and Sarah stepped out of their car and into the hospital.The ride had been mostly quiet, with Sarah still slightly shaken from the events of the previous day.Alexander had done everything to reassure her, but the weight of nearly losing her still sat heavily on his chest.As they walked through the pristine hallways, Sarahâs fingers curled into the fabric of her coat. She was anxious to see Sebastian, to thank him properly for saving her life.Just as they turned a corner toward the ICU, they found themselves face to face with Mr. and Mrs. Hargrove.Mrs. Hargrove, who had spent the entire night at her sonâs bedside, looked exhausted. Her usually impeccable appearance was slightly disheveled, her eyes red from crying.Mr. Hargrove stood beside her, his expression unreadable, but the sharp glint in his eyes showed he had many questions.Sarah instinctively took a step back, unsure of how they would react.Mrs. Hargroveâs gaze
The room fell into a heavy silence after Alexander and Sarah left.The only sounds were the rhythmic beeping of Sebâs heart monitor and the occasional shuffle of footsteps outside the hospital corridor.Mrs. Hargrove, who had been quietly assessing the situation, finally turned toward her son, her sharp gaze filled with both concern and disbelief.âSebastian,â she said in a voice that was deceptively calm. âWhat exactly is your connection to that girl?âSebâs lips curled into an exhausted smirk, but there was a hint of something else in his eyes, something unreadable.He shifted slightly, wincing at the pain, before replying, âThat girl? You mean Sarah?âMrs. Hargroveâs lips pressed into a thin line. âYes. Who is she to you?âSeb let out a slow exhale, staring at the ceiling for a moment before finally answering, âSheâs Alexander Blakeâs wife.âThe silence that followed was deafening.Mrs. Hargroveâs breath hitched.Mr. Hargroveâs eyes darkened.âYou mean to tell me,â Mr. Hargrove fin
As soon as Alexanderâs car rolled up to the Blake Groupâs towering headquarters, Sarah took a deep breath.It had been a while since she was last here, and though she was confident in her abilities, she wasnât looking forward to the inevitable whispers and judgmental stares from certain individuals.Raven pulled up right behind them, swinging off her motorbike in one smooth motion before striding toward them, helmet tucked under her arm.Her sharp eyes scanned the surroundings before she gave Sarah a subtle nod. âReady?âSarah exhaled, straightening her shoulders. âReady.âAlexander, who had been watching her carefully, reached out and gave her fingers a brief squeeze before letting go. âIf anything happens, call me. No hesitation.âSarah rolled her eyes but smiled. âIâll be fine, Alexander. Itâs just work.âHis expression remained unreadable, but Sarah knew him well enough to know that he wasnât happy about this.Still, he didnât argue further. Instead, he took her chin between his f
Sarah stepped into her office, the scent of fresh lavender lingering in the air.The space was just as she had left it, elegant, minimalist, and filled with sketches and gemstone samples neatly arranged on the shelves.It felt both familiar and foreign after the chaos she had been through.Taking a deep breath, she walked around her desk and settled into her chair. Without missing a beat, she picked up the office phone and pressed the intercom button."Get me all the documents that need my attention. I want everything on my desk within the next five minutes," she said, her voice steady and authoritative.The response came immediately. "Right away, ma'am."As she set the receiver down, Raven plopped onto the couch, stretching her legs over the armrest. She looked around, then raised a brow at Sarah. "SoâĶ what exactly am I supposed to do here?"Sarah glanced at her with amusement. "Nothing."Raven blinked. "Nothing?"Sarah shrugged. "Just chill, have fun. Maybe go through my snack drawe
The sun was dipping low over the horizon, casting a rich, molten gold sheen across the endless stretch of cerulean water surrounding the private island. Waves lapped lazily at the pristine white shores, and the sweet scent of tropical blooms filled the salt heavy breeze. Four years had passed since the darkness that had almost swallowed them whole. Four years since Sarah had been ripped from Alexanderâs arms and nearly broken beyond recognition. Four years since Alexander had been confined to a wheelchair, only to fight tooth and nail to walk again, fueled by sheer willpower, physical therapy, and Sarahâs unyielding belief in him. And today, today was a celebration not just of survival, but of life. Laughter rang out from the sprawling beachfront villa, decorated with colorful ribbons, balloons, and flowers that spilled over tables heavy with food and gifts. Small hands clapped excitedly as the Blake twins, three year old terrors with grins that could melt glaciers, chased each
Geraldâs world had flipped, literally and figuratively.The scent of leaking gasoline still clung to his shredded suit.His once polished shoes were coated in blood and gravel, and his jaw ached with every breath he took.The crash had thrown him like a ragdoll, flinging his body into a ditch after his vehicle, tires blown out from a desperate chase, had careened off the hillside road.Heâd blacked out for a moment. Maybe more.But when he came to, it wasnât mercy that greeted him.It was Darius.Heâd heard the boots crunching over leaves and dirt long before the shadows finally stretched toward him.Then came the firm grip of gloved hands dragging his broken form to a clearing, rifles trained on him, and a half circle of men in black combat gear standing like a wall of death.And at the center of it all, Darius.Pristine as ever, yet colder than a winter grave.Darius stood tall, hands behind his back, his expression unreadable as he stared down at the bloodied man in front of him.G
Sarah turned slowly to Alexander, her hand still pressed to her mouth. âWeâreâĶ weâre going to have a baby.âHis eyes glistened with fresh tears, shock, joy, fear, all colliding in one single breath.He reached out to cradle her face with both hands, his broken leg momentarily forgotten.A baby.A child made from chaos and pain, love and survival.âI donât deserve this,â he whispered hoarsely. âNot after everything Iâve done. Not after I almost lost you.ââYou didnât lose me,â she whispered back. âAnd you wonât. Not now. Not ever.âHe kissed her forehead, resting there for a long moment, his tears soaking into her hair. âI swear Iâll protect both of you. Even if I canât walk. Even if I have to crawl to the ends of the earth, Sarah.âShe laughed through her tears, arms wrapping around him tighter than ever. âThen weâll crawl together. And when weâre readyâĶ weâll run.âThey held each other in the stillness of that room, at the beginning of something even greater.A heartbeat they hadnât
Sarah stayed curled in Alexanderâs arms for a long moment, breathing him in like he was the only tether keeping her from floating away.His hand cradled the back of her head, his chest rising and falling in unsteady waves as if he still couldnât believe she was real, that she was here.But then her eyes drifted down.Her gaze locked on the white sheets, crumpled and slightly lifted around his lower half.Something tugged at her memory, the shot.The sharp crack of a bullet.The sight of him falling behind her as she ran, screaming his name. Her stomach twisted.She leaned back slightly, her hand moving instinctively to the edge of the blanket, brushing against the thick padding of a cast beneath.Her voice was soft. âYou were shotâĶ I rememberâĶ I...âAlexander caught her hand gently, pressing it to his lips. âItâs okay. Iâm here.âBut Sarahâs heart had already begun to race again. âYou were limpingâĶ and I sawâĶ but I didnât know it was this bad.â Her eyes darted toward the crutches now
The first thing Sarah registered was the scent of antiseptic, clean, sharp, and nauseating.Then came the ache. Deep in her bones. In her chest. In the marrow of her soul.She stirred, her fingers twitching over crisp hospital sheets as her body shifted ever so slightly, and her mind scrambled to catch up.She wasnât tied down. She wasnât cold anymore. She wasnât in that dark room. That house. ThatâĶ nightmare.She was safe.OrâĶ something like it.Her eyes fluttered open slowly, lashes damp from tears she hadnât even known sheâd been crying.The ceiling was a sterile white blur. The walls hummed faintly with distant activity, soft footfalls, medical monitors, the low murmur of conversation somewhere outside the door.But none of it mattered.Because he wasnât there.And without him, none of this felt real.Her lips parted, cracked and dry, and she tried to speak. Tried to push out the name that had lived on the edge of every prayer she'd whispered during captivity.It came out broken a
Alexander turned his head, his eyes bloodshot and glistening. âIâll be a burden now. Sheâll never say it, but Iâll see it in her eyes. Pity. Guilt. Iâd rather she hate me than pity me.ââSheâs not that kind of woman,â Darius said firmly.A pause. Then Alexander swallowed hard and asked the question that had been clawing at him since the moment the doctor said the word paralysis.âWhat if she staysâĶ just because she thinks she owes me?âDariusâs brow furrowed. âThen you remind her what you both have been through. Remind her who the hell you are. And what you mean to each other.âSilence again.Then Alexander leaned back against the pillows and stared up at the ceiling. âGerald got away.âDariusâs expression hardened. âBarely. One of my men put a tracker on his vehicle before he escaped. Victoria got caught in the crossfire. Gerald used her,â Darius replied coldly. âHe doesnât care who dies as long as he gets what he wants.âAlexanderâs jaw clenched. âThen weâll burn every last shadow h
The sterile beep of Alexanderâs heart monitor filled the hospital room like a metronome, steady and soft. The worst had passed, so the doctors said. He had survived the bullets, the blood loss, the surgery. He had defied death.But outside the room, just as Darius turned to check on Sarah again, something in her expression shifted.Relief.That was the first thing he saw.A full bodied, all consuming relief that weakened her spine, dulled her eyes, and uncoiled every taut muscle that had kept her upright through pain, fear, and heartbreak.Then she crumpled.âSarah...!â Darius lunged forward and caught her just before her knees slammed into the polished floor.Her body was limp in his arms, barely conscious, her breathing shallow and unsteady. Her bloodied hands slipped against his shirt as he pulled her close, his voice sharp and commanding as he yelled over his shoulder, âGet a doctor! Now!âWithin seconds, nurses flooded the corridor. A gurney was wheeled over, and Darius laid her d
The woman heâd secretly crushed on since the first night he saved her bleeding and defiant.âHoly shit,â he muttered.But she was already in the driverâs seat.The moment her fingers wrapped around the wheel, she changed. Her spine straightened. Her breath slowed. The fear didnât vanish, but it sharpened, fused into her bones like steel.And when her foot hit the gas, the tires screamed their fury into the night.The SUV became a blur under her hands.Trees melted past them. Headlights glared like ghosts. The world narrowed to instinct and motion.Sarah didnât flinch when they nearly sideswiped a truck. She didnât panic when the back tires fishtailed across loose gravel. She was in it.. back.Back to the part of herself sheâd buried when she married into the Blake family.Back to Sparrow.âHang on,â she said under her breath, glancing at Alexander in the mirror, his head resting in Dariusâs lap as the man tried to stop the bleeding.âHeâs fading,â Darius warned. âWeâve got fifteen min
The air turned electric as Dariusâs boots pounded the forest floor, his rifle cradled tight against his shoulder. His men moved ahead of him like shadows, silent, fast, lethal.Their coordinated breaths were drowned out by the distant echoes of gunfire erupting from the estate.Alexander was still fighting.He was alive.But for how long?âAlpha to all units,â Darius growled into his earpiece, âentry on my mark. Hostile count is high. Primary objective, get Alexander out alive. Secondary level anyone who tries to stop us.ââCopy that,â came a chorus of calm, battle hardened voices.Behind him, the night swallowed his words.But not all of it.He turned briefly, his sharp gaze locking onto Sarah, who stood beside the black SUV Darius had arrived in. Her body trembled, her eyes red from tears, but she had not collapsed.She hadnât fallen apart.And that, Darius admired deeply.âCan you drive?â he asked, voice hard but not unkind.Sarah blinked, startled. âWhat?ââIf this goes south, weâ