The once mighty Caldwell Group, a name that once commanded respect in the business world, was now crumbling under Alexander’s relentless attacks.Stocks plummeted, investors pulled out, and their business partners were jumping ship like rats abandoning a sinking vessel.The media had already started speculating on the downfall of the Caldwell empire, and whispers in the elite circle spoke of Alexander Blake being the force behind it all.And he didn’t deny it.To him, this was personal.The Caldwells were Sarah’s biological parents, yet they had sat by and allowed Victoria to mistreat her at every turn.They had turned a blind eye to Sarah’s struggles, letting her suffer while they pampered the girl who had taken her place.Now, Alexander was making sure they felt every ounce of the pain they had once ignored.Inside the Caldwell estate, the atmosphere was tense.Richard Caldwell, the once proud patriarch, sat in his study, his fingers digging into his temples as he stared at the fina
Sebastian had already anticipated their move the moment Cecilia had reached out to him last time about the Mountain Rose invitation. It was almost amusing how predictable they were. They wanted something, and they thought seduction would be enough to get it.As Victoria and Cecilia sauntered toward him, Seb swirled his whiskey in his glass, the amber liquid catching the dim club lights.He leaned back lazily against the bar, eyes flicking between the two women as they approached like a pair of sleek, poised hunters.“Ladies,” he drawled, amusement playing at the edge of his lips. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”Victoria slid into the seat beside him, crossing her legs deliberately, the slit of her dress riding up just enough to draw attention.Her perfume was intoxicating, expensive, laced with something meant to ensnare. “Do we need a reason to say hello?” she purred, her fingers tracing the rim of her wine glass.Seb let out a low chuckle. “When it comes to you two? Yeah, you alway
Seb leaned back in his chair, his smirk growing as he watched Victoria and Cecilia exchange wary glances.He knew they didn’t trust him, and that was fine. He didn’t need them to trust him, he needed them desperate enough to take the bait.He pulled out his phone, sending a quick message. Within minutes, the penthouse doors swung open, and a few more of his “friends” walked in, two well dressed men from affluent families and a woman draped in a glittering dress that barely covered her skin.They greeted Seb casually, as if this were just another wild night in the world of the elite.Seb clapped his hands together, turning back to Victoria and Cecilia. “Now that we’re all here, why don’t we have some fun?”Victoria arched a brow. “Is this a party or a negotiation?”Seb laughed. “Why not both?”The drinks flowed freely. Seb made sure of that. He never let their glasses stay empty for long.At first, Cecilia was hesitant, eyeing him with suspicion, but Victoria? She embraced the game, en
Seb grabbed her face again, leaning in until his lips almost brushed against her ear. “I would. And I already did.”Tears filled Cecilia’s eyes as she turned to the only person she could beg for mercy. “Seb, please… please, don’t do this…”Seb stood up, adjusting his suit. He looked down at them with pure, unfiltered disgust. “You never had mercy for Sarah. Why should I have mercy for you?”With that, he turned his back on them, walking toward the door.As he left, his final words rang in their ears:“Consider this the price for your greed.”The door shut behind him, and the last thing Victoria and Cecilia saw was the men closing in around them.Their screams never left the room.They both threw in their names in desperation, their voices shaking as they tried to assert their importance.“I’m Cecilia Hastings,” she declared, lifting her chin despite the fear creeping into her bones. “Bethrothed to Alexander Blake.”“And I am Victoria Caldwell,” Victoria added hastily. “Alexander’s sis
Cecilia and Victoria stepped out of the hotel lobby, their faces pale and their expressions unreadable, though their downcast eyes spoke volumes.The weight of what had happened sat heavy on their shoulders, pressing down with an unbearable force.Dressed in fresh clothes but unable to shake the feeling of filth clinging to their skin, they walked stiffly toward the waiting car that had been arranged for them.The driver didn't say a word as he opened the door, his gaze respectfully lowered.They slid inside without protest, without their usual air of entitlement, just silent, defeated figures fading into the morning light.Across the street, Sarah sat in her sleek black car, one hand lazily resting on the steering wheel as she watched them leave through the tinted windows.Her lips curled slightly, but there was no mirth in the gesture, just quiet satisfaction.They had spent months thinking they were untouchable, tormenting her at every turn. Now, the scales had finally begun to tip
Victoria had always been the life of the party.The woman who strutted through elite gatherings with an air of untouchable arrogance, the socialite who thrived on attention, and the one who always had something to say. But now… now she was a ghost in her own home.For weeks, she remained locked inside her room.The curtains drawn, the lights dim, and silence suffocating the once lively space.She ignored calls, avoided meals, and refused to step foot outside.Eleanor Caldwell, her mother, had noticed. Of course, she had. It was impossible not to when the daughter she had so carefully molded into the perfect image of power and prestige had suddenly become… nothing.At first, Eleanor thought it was just another one of Victoria’s temper tantrums, some dramatic sulking over a petty loss. Perhaps another socialite had outshined her at an event, or maybe one of her flings had dared to ignore her. But when days turned into weeks, concern began to creep in.She knocked on Victoria’s door one
A desperate woman clinging to the last shreds of relevance.“So she’s running from her problems, drowning in drugs and strangers,” Sarah mused. “Pathetic.”“You almost sound disappointed,” Raven teased, arching a brow.Sarah tilted her head, a ghost of a smirk playing on her lips. “Not disappointed, just… unimpressed. I expected more of a struggle. Maybe an attempt to claw her way back into society.”Raven shrugged. “She knows there’s no coming back from this, Sarah. The elites aren’t stupid. They can smell desperation from miles away. The second she lost Alexander and her reputation, she became nothing more than a liability.”Sarah hummed in agreement, flipping through the documents on her desk. “Well, I hope she enjoys what little freedom she has left.”Raven leaned forward. “So, what now? Do we just watch her continue to self destruct?”Sarah chuckled softly. “No, I don’t believe in leaving loose ends. Let her drown a little longer, and when the time is right…” She met Raven’s gaze
Two weeks remained until the highly anticipated Mountain Rose showroom event, and the city was already buzzing with excitement.High profile guests from the fashion and jewelry industries were flying in, hotels were being booked to full capacity, and exclusive invitations had become the most sought after asset in elite circles.The showroom wasn’t just a display of jewelry, it was a power move, a declaration of dominance in an industry where prestige meant everything.Sarah had been meticulously overseeing every detail.The venue, the lighting, the security, the guest list, nothing was left to chance.Raven handled the press, making sure the right amount of mystery and exclusivity surrounded the event, increasing the allure.The Mountain Rose brand was no longer just a rising name in jewelry, it had become a phenomenon.Meanwhile, in the shadows of Sarah’s success, Victoria had finally emerged from the isolation she had locked herself in after that fateful night.The once proud and un
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 Alexander’s 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 Sarah’s 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
Gerald’s 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.He’d blacked out for a moment. Maybe more.But when he came to, it wasn’t mercy that greeted him.It was Darius.He’d 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. “We’re… we’re going to have a baby.”His 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.“I don’t deserve this,” he whispered hoarsely. “Not after everything I’ve done. Not after I almost lost you.”“You didn’t lose me,” she whispered back. “And you won’t. Not now. Not ever.”He kissed her forehead, resting there for a long moment, his tears soaking into her hair. “I swear I’ll protect both of you. Even if I can’t walk. Even if I have to crawl to the ends of the earth, Sarah.”She laughed through her tears, arms wrapping around him tighter than ever. “Then we’ll crawl together. And when we’re ready… we’ll run.”They held each other in the stillness of that room, at the beginning of something even greater.A heartbeat they hadn’t
Sarah stayed curled in Alexander’s 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 couldn’t 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. “You were shot… I remember… I...”Alexander caught her hand gently, pressing it to his lips. “It’s okay. I’m here.”But Sarah’s heart had already begun to race again. “You were limping… and I saw… but I didn’t know it was this bad.” 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 wasn’t tied down. She wasn’t cold anymore. She wasn’t in that dark room. That house. That… nightmare.She was safe.Or… something like it.Her eyes fluttered open slowly, lashes damp from tears she hadn’t even known she’d 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 wasn’t 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. “I’ll be a burden now. She’ll never say it, but I’ll see it in her eyes. Pity. Guilt. I’d rather she hate me than pity me.”“She’s not that kind of woman,” 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.“What if she stays… just because she thinks she owes me?”Darius’s brow furrowed. “Then you remind her what you both have been through. Remind her who the hell you are. And what you mean to each other.”Silence again.Then Alexander leaned back against the pillows and stared up at the ceiling. “Gerald got away.”Darius’s expression hardened. “Barely. One of my men put a tracker on his vehicle before he escaped. Victoria got caught in the crossfire. Gerald used her,” Darius replied coldly. “He doesn’t care who dies as long as he gets what he wants.”Alexander’s jaw clenched. “Then we’ll burn every last shadow h
The sterile beep of Alexander’s 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.“Sarah...!” 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, “Get a doctor! Now!”Within seconds, nurses flooded the corridor. A gurney was wheeled over, and Darius laid her d
The woman he’d secretly crushed on since the first night he saved her bleeding and defiant.“Holy shit,” he muttered.But she was already in the driver’s seat.The moment her fingers wrapped around the wheel, she changed. Her spine straightened. Her breath slowed. The fear didn’t 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 didn’t flinch when they nearly sideswiped a truck. She didn’t panic when the back tires fishtailed across loose gravel. She was in it.. back.Back to the part of herself she’d buried when she married into the Blake family.Back to Sparrow.“Hang on,” she said under her breath, glancing at Alexander in the mirror, his head resting in Darius’s lap as the man tried to stop the bleeding.“He’s fading,” Darius warned. “We’ve got fifteen min
The air turned electric as Darius’s 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?“Alpha to all units,” Darius growled into his earpiece, “entry on my mark. Hostile count is high. Primary objective, get Alexander out alive. Secondary level anyone who tries to stop us.”“Copy that,” 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 hadn’t fallen apart.And that, Darius admired deeply.“Can you drive?” he asked, voice hard but not unkind.Sarah blinked, startled. “What?”“If this goes south, we’